VI
When they reached the dining-room at ten the next morning they found Seebrook and Walters just finishing breakfast. Miss Seebrook was having coffee in her room, her father explained in response to Archie"s polite inquiries.
"We"re hoping to get away this afternoon," he continued. "It will take only a few minutes to transact our business when the man I"m waiting for appears; but he"s an uncertain quant.i.ty, and there"s no telling when he"ll show up. But we"re having a good time and I shan"t mind another day or two. If only you gentlemen would bear us company!"
"Ah, you are very kind!" said the Governor; "but we must resume our ramble toward the Pacific. We are more or less dated up for little entertainments on the way."
"I certainly envy you," said Walters ruefully. "Seebrook and I belong to the large cla.s.s of men who work for a living."
"Well, Comly and I have our own small jobs," the Governor protested.
"We"re interested in some water power schemes through the West and hope to make our expenses."
Seebrook and Walters lingered in the office as Archie and the Governor paid their account. As they waited for their car to be sent round from the garage a machine drew up and discharged a short, wiry, elderly man in a motor coat that was much too large for him. He was accompanied by an enormous amount of luggage and from the steps of the inn gave orders in a high piping voice as to the manner of its disposal. As the various pieces were hustled into the office he enumerated them in an audible tone as though inviting the cooperation of all the loungers in making an inventory of his effects. When this had been concluded Seebrook stepped up and accosted the newcomer.
"Mr. Congdon, I am very glad to see you. I hope you are not worn out by your drive."
"Worn out!" snapped the little man. "Do you imagine a run of a hundred miles would fatigue a man of my const.i.tution? I a.s.sure you that you are greatly mistaken if you think I am feeling my age. Seventy! And I don"t feel a day over fifty, not a day, sir. But I shall rest for a few hours as a precaution, a mere precautionary measure and be able to meet you for our little business at two-thirty sharp."
"That will suit me perfectly," replied Seebrook.
Archie hung about impatiently waiting for the Governor to make his farewells to the old lady and her granddaughters on whom he had expended his social talents at the dance. Mr. Congdon was quarreling with the clerk over the location of the room he had reserved; he wanted no room with a western exposure as such rooms were always so baked by the afternoon sun that they were as hot as tropical jungles at night. Having frightened the clerk into readjusting the entire registration to accommodate him, he demanded to know whether his son, Mr. Putney Congdon, was stopping in the house.
"Mind you, I have no reason to believe he _is_ here, but I"ve been asking for him everywhere along the road."
a.s.sured that Mr. Putney Congdon was not in the inn and hadn"t been there within the recollection of the office staff, the senior Congdon exploded violently upon Seebrook and Walters.
"Things have come to a pretty pa.s.s in this topsy turvy world when a man can"t find his own son! For three days I"ve been wiring his clubs and all other places he could possibly be without result. And I have learned that his wife has left Bailey Harbor and the house there is closed.
Closed! How dare they close that house when I was about to pay them a visit? I spent thirty-five dollars last night in telephoning trying to find out what"s become of my son and his family and I got nothing for my money--nothing!"
Seebrook and Walters expressed their sympathy in mild tones that roused the old gentleman to greater fury.
"Can a whole family be obliterated and no trace left behind? Is it possible that they"ve been murdered in their beds, servants and all, and the police not yet aware of it?"
At the mention of murder Archie began stealthily feeling his way along the cigar counter to a water cooler. He drank two gla.s.ses of ice water while he listened to Eliphalet"s grievances against all things visible and invisible. There seemed to be no escaping from the Congdons and here was the father of Putney boldly publishing to the whole state of New Hampshire his fear that his son had been murdered.
"I called up everybody I could think of at Bailey Harbor, that dismal rotten hole, and got nothing for my trouble. Nothing! A fool druggist, who pretended to know everything about the place, had the effrontery to tell me Putney hadn"t been there for a week and declared that his family had left! Why should they leave? I ask you to tell me why my daughter-in-law should leave a comfortable house at the sh.o.r.e at this season and tell n.o.body her destination?"
As no member of his growing audience of guests, clerks and bell-hops could answer his questions, Mr. Congdon swept the whole company with a fierce, disdainful glare and began mobilizing the entire day watch of porters and bell-boys to convey his luggage to his room. One of the young gentlemen was engaged at the moment in winking at the girl attendant at the cigar counter when the agitated traveler thrust the point of an enormous umbrella into his ribs with a vigor that elicited a yell of surprise and pain.
The concentration of the hotel staff upon the transfer of Mr. Congdon"s luggage to his room left the Governor and Archie to manage the removal of their own effects to the waiting car. Seebrook and Walters obligingly a.s.sisted, laughing at Congdon"s eccentricities.
"The arrival of that enchanting old crank increases my grief at leaving," declared the Governor. "A delightful person. The son he mentioned with so much feeling was in Boston looking for _him_ a month ago."
Seebrook seized the Governor"s kit bag containing the sixty thousand dollars and carried it out to the car. The sight of it in Seebrook"s hand gave Archie sensations of nausea that were not relieved by the grin he detected on the Governor"s face. Within an hour or two at most the subst.i.tution and robbery would be discovered and the country would ring with the demand for their detention. But the Governor was carrying off the departure with his usual gaiety. It was clear that he had made the most favorable impression upon Seebrook and Walters; and in the cordial handshaking and expressions of hope for future meetings Archie joined with the best spirit he could muster. A cheery good-by caused him to look up. Miss Seebrook with a red rose in her hand waved to him from her window.
As he lifted his cap she dropped the rose with a graceful sweep of the arm.
"Like the old stage coach days!" cried the Governor, applauding Archie"s catch.
He jumped into the machine and Archie scrambled after him. Archie"s last impression of the inn was the blur of a waving handkerchief in Miss Seebrook"s window.
"We are a success, my boy! You bore yourself marvelously well," said the Governor testing the gears. "As I remember we pa.s.s town hall on right and cross railroad at bridge; then follow telephone poles. We don"t need the guide book; it"s all in my head. Ah, that little touch of the rose was worth all our perils; nothing in my experience was ever prettier than that! A lovely girl; you might do worse if you were not already plighted. If she had come down to say good-by it would have been much less significant. But the rose, the red, red rose! It wouldn"t be a bad idea to stick it in an envelope and mail it to the girl you were telling me about--the one who sent you forth to shatter kingdoms. I guess that would jostle her a little, particularly if you were to enclose a line telling her that it had fallen to your hand from a curtained lattice."
"I don"t know her address," mumbled Archie, fastening the flower in his b.u.t.tonhole.
He still martyrized himself in his thoughts of Isabel. Her contumelious treatment of him at Portsmouth rankled; but he had satisfied himself that it was all his fault. In some way the curse of the Congdons lay upon her as upon him. If he had not burst upon her so idiotically she would probably have listened to his story with some interest if not with admiration. He meant to be very loyal to Isabel in spite of the disheartening contretemps at Portsmouth and he drew the rose from his coat and cast it from him.
"So soon!" exclaimed the Governor. "I rejoice in your fidelity. Hope rides a high horse and I"m confident that in due season we shall find our two adorable ones. But it will do you no harm to indulge in a little affair now and then on the way; merely practice at the approach shot, you know, to keep your hand in. You are undoubtedly thinking of your beloved with a new tenderness because you found Miss Seebrook kind.
Such, lad, is the way of love, true love, the love that never dies."
Love as a subject for discussion seemed wholly incongruous in view of the fact that they were running off with Seebrook"s money and pursuers might already be hot on their trail. He suggested the dangers of their situation, thinking that here at last was something that would sober the Governor. But the Governor merely laughed as he swung the car round a sharp corner.
"Don"t you believe that I hadn"t a care for our safe flight! You must learn to use your eyes, son. There was one of the brotherhood of the road right there in the office when we left. I gave him instructions last night. He"s a sneak thief of considerable intelligence who gave me the sign as I was pretending to leave for that call on my old friend. I smuggled him upstairs to keep watch for me and he proved himself a fellow of decided merit. He"ll be hanging round Cornford today and as the absurd police will be obliged to make an arrest to save their reputations he will put himself in their way and encourage the idea by subtle means that he _might_ have been the malefactor who robbed Seebrook"s trunk and left Leary"s bills behind. They will be unable to make a case against him but he"ll probably get thirty days for loitering. Then he"ll walk out and draw a thousand dollars from one of our little private banks further along the road for so chivalrously throwing himself into the breach! There are wheels within wheels in our game, and these fellows who make sacrifice hits are highly useful. They also serve who only go to jail, as John Milton almost said. Even the police recognize the sacrificial artists; and encourage them--on the quiet, of course. It calms public complaint of their inefficiency. I can find you men who will do a year"s time to save the men higher up. This satisfies the public as to the zeal of its paid protectors and makes it possible for men of genius like you and me to walk in high places unmolested. A d.a.m.nable system, Archie, but we learned it from the greedy trust magnates. You take the wheel; it just occurs to me that you said you were a fair driver."
Archie had always imagined that men slip gradually from the straight and narrow path, but he felt himself plunging down a steep toboggan with all the delirious joy of a speed maniac.
Of one thing he was confident: if he ever returned to his old orderly, lawful life, he would be much more tolerant of sinners than he had been in the old tranquil times. He had always found it easy to be good but now he was finding it quite as easy to be naughty, very naughty indeed.
His speculations as to just how long he could be imprisoned for his crimes and misdemeanors to date resolved themselves into a question with which he interrupted the Governor in a sonorous recitation of Tennyson"s Ode on the Death of the Duke of Wellington.
"If you shoot a man but don"t kill him, and pile on top of that receiving stolen goods and complicity in burglary, how much can they hand you?"
The Governor answered with disconcerting promptness.
"Shooting with intent to commit murder--they always put it that way whether you meant the shot as anything more than a little pleasantry or really had murder in your heart--that would be a minimum of ten years in many of the American states and a hard-hearted judge might soak you for twenty. Then pile on that from one to five years for hiding stolen property; and then a first-cla.s.s burglary, might run you pretty high, particularly if they landed you on all three charges and showed that you were viciously hostile to the forces of society. But there"s no cause for worry. If you behaved yourself they"d knock off a generous allowance and a fellow of your enlightenment and tact might be put to work in the warden"s office, or set to collecting potato bugs in the prison garden patch. But it"s highly unprofessional to bother about such trifles. We haven"t been nabbed yet, and if you and I are not smart enough to keep out of trouble we ought to be locked up; that"s my philosophy of the situation. You must conquer that morbid strain in you that persists in looking for trouble. I find it highly depressing."
He sang a bar of "Ben Bolt" to test his memory of the words and then urged Archie to join him in the ballad, which he said was endeared to him by the most sacred a.s.sociations. Archie hadn"t indulged in song since he sang "Fair Harvard" at his last cla.s.s reunion, but the Governor praised his singing and carried him through "Robin Grey" and a few other cla.s.sics with growing animation.
"You respond to treatment splendidly! The sun and air are bringing a fine color to your face until you don"t even remotely suggest a doleful jail bird. We"ll soon be able to stroll along Fifth Avenue and pa.s.s for members of the leisure cla.s.s who live on the golf links. You need hardening up and if you stick to me you"ll lay up a store of health that will last you forty years."
The Governor was amazingly muscular, and his shapely hands seemed possessed of miraculous strength. When a tire went bad he changed it with remarkable ease and dexterity, scorning Archie"s offer of a.s.sistance.
"No lost motion! The world spends half its time doing things twice that could as well be done once. I am blessed with an orderly mind, Archie.
You will have noticed that virtue in me by the time the frost is on the punkin and the fodder"s in the shock, to quote the Hoosier Theocritus."
And so, to the merry accompaniment of old tunes and mellow rhymes, they crossed the Connecticut.
CHAPTER THREE
I
With all his outward candor the Governor had, Archie found, reserves that were quite unaccountable. He let fall allusions to his past in the most natural fashion, with an incidental air that added to their plausibility, without ever tearing aside the veil that concealed his origin or the manner of his fall, if, indeed, a man who so jubilantly boasted of his crimes and seemed to find an infinite satisfaction and delight in his turpitude, could be said to have fallen. Having mentioned Brattleboro as the point at which they were to foregather with Red Leary, the Governor did not refer to the matter again, but chose routes and made detours without explanation.
As a matter of fact they swung round Brattleboro and saw only the faint blue of its smoke from the western side. It was on the second afternoon out of Cornford that the Governor suddenly bade Archie, whom he encouraged to drive much of the time, pause at a gate.