Mark acknowledged that in repartee Saunders scored, then went out to make his way toward the rectory. As he pa.s.sed the First National Bank he saw the constable talking to the cashier.
CHAPTER IV
KILLIMAGA
Father Murray was sitting in his favorite chair on the rectory veranda when Mark came up the lawn. He rose with a welcome.
"You must pardon me, Father," began Mark, "for coming so soon after your noon meal--" Mark hesitated about saying "luncheon," not knowing the habits of the rectory--"but, frankly, I wanted to talk to you before--"
"Before we go to Killimaga," supplied Father Murray as Mark paused.
"Yes, I know that you are invited. Sit down and open up. I am always glad to talk--and to listen, too. What is it?"
Again Mark hesitated. "It"s to ask about Miss Atheson."
Father Murray"s eyes smiled. "I thought so," he said. "What do you want to know?"
Mark hesitated. "I know that the lady is very charitable and kind, but especially so to anyone whom you suggest. You must, therefore, be interested in anything that concerns her."
"I am," said Father Murray. "Very much interested."
Mark thought he noticed a new and half-suspicious note in the priest"s voice, and was distressed. He felt like blaming himself for having mentioned the subject. He feared he had lost ground with his new-made friend; but, having started the discussion, Mark was determined to go through with it.
"It"s just this way, Father," he said. "I think you ought to know that there is someone besides yourself interested in Miss Atheson. The incident she mentioned yesterday seemed a small one, but--well, I had to move pretty quick to keep that man from making himself obnoxious. He had a photograph in his hand and was determined to see her face in order to make comparisons. Incidentally, the constable was with him."
Mark, watching closely to note the effect of his words, saw the face before him whiten.
"The constable with him?"
"And I am confident that the other man is a detective. I feel sure he thinks Miss Atheson is someone he has been commissioned to find. And they evidently think that I am in the matter to defend the lady. This morning I left some papers in the safety deposit vault at the First National, and as I pa.s.sed the bank a little while ago I saw the constable talking to the cashier--about me, judging from their confusion as they acknowledged my greeting through the window. My room was searched this morning. They didn"t find anything, though." Mark laughed as he thought how disappointed Saunders must have been.
"I hope you will pardon me, Mr. Griffin," said Father Murray, "if I confine myself for the present to asking questions. Have you ever noticed the camp of Slavic laborers about a mile east of Killimaga--along the line of the new railway?"
"I have pa.s.sed it several times."
"Did you by chance notice," Father Murray went on, "whether this detective looked like a Slav?"
"On the contrary, he is--" Mark half paused, then hurried on--"an American." It was not necessary that he mention Saunders" name--not now, at least.
Father Murray seemed puzzled. "There are two or three educated men in that camp," he said, "who have been hanging around Killimaga a great deal of late; and they have been worrying an old parishioner of mine--a retired farmer who finds plenty of time to worry about everybody else, since he has no worries of his own. He thinks that these well-dressed "bosses" are strange residents for a railroad construction camp. He tells me that he has often been in such camps, but that he had never seen what he calls "gintlemen" living in them before."
Mark laughed. "Your old parishioner is a discerning man."
"Uncle Mac," replied Father Murray, "is the kind of man who believes that virtue stands in the middle. When I first came here he called to see me to ask about my politics. Uncle Mac is a lifelong Democrat, and when I told him that I usually voted the Republican ticket he became suspicious.
Just before the election I preached on "Citizenship"--careful always to avoid any reference to partisanship. Uncle Mac came in after Ma.s.s and said: "I think ye were preachin" Republican sintiments this morning Father." I said, "Not at all, Uncle Mac. I made no reference to either party." "No," said he, "but yer sintiments were awful highfalutin".""
Mark laughed his appreciation. "Wasn"t that rather a compliment to the Republicans?" he asked.
"I took it so," said Father Murray. "But Uncle Mac does not like the "highfalutin"." One day he said to me, when he saw all my books, "The man who was here before you, Father, wasn"t smart enough; but you"re too dom smart. Now, I don"t like a priest who isn"t smart enough, but I"m afeerd of one who"s too dom smart. If you"d only half as many books, I"d feel betther about ye.""
The Padre paused a moment; then the anxious look returned and he spoke slowly as if he were trying to solve the puzzle even while he spoke.
"Uncle Mac told me yesterday that there was a very "highfalutin"
gintleman" in the camp the night before last. He came there in a long, rakish automobile. Uncle Mac said that "he parted his whiskers in the middle, so he did," and that "he looked like a governor or somethin" of the sort." I was just wondering if that detective of yours has anything to do with that camp, and if these strange visitors are not in some way connected with his interest in Miss Atheson. But perhaps that"s making too much of a mystery of it."
"As to that," said Mark, "of course I cannot say. I merely wanted you to know, Father Murray, just what was going on; to tell you that while you don"t know me, nevertheless I hope you will permit me to be of a.s.sistance if these people are annoying Miss Atheson. If you wish to know more about me, I shall be glad to bring you the papers I left in the vault this morning."
"I do not need to see your papers, Mr. Griffin," Father Murray answered.
"I am satisfied with you, especially since Miss Atheson owes something to you. Will you mind if I do not discuss the matter with you further now?"
"Not at all, Father Murray. I do not ask for information that you feel you should not give."
"Perhaps," said Father Murray, "I shall give it to you later on; but for the present let matters stand as they are. You know the detective, and I don"t. The princ.i.p.al thing is to find out whether there is any connection between that camp, the "highfalutin" gintleman" of Uncle Mac, and the detective. I have reason to think there may be. This much I will say to you: You need have no fear whatever for Miss Atheson. I can a.s.sure you that there is no good reason in the world why a detective should be watching her. Miss Atheson is everything that she looks."
"I am confident of that," said Mark. "Otherwise I should not have spoken to you."
"Then," said the priest, "suppose we go now to our engagement at Killimaga."
The two pa.s.sed across the lawn, then down the street and along the road toward the great house whose towers looked out over the trees. Neither Mark nor the priest said a word until the town was well behind them.
Then Father Murray turned to his companion.
"You will find Miss Atheson a remarkable woman, Mr. Griffin. There is a reason, perhaps, why I might not be a competent judge--why I might be prejudiced--but still I think that you, too, will see it. She has not been here long, but she is already loved. She receives no one but me.
But she seems to like you, and I didn"t hurt you any in her estimation by my own rather sudden attraction."
"I am grateful for your appreciation," replied Mark, "even though I may not deserve it. And more grateful for your confidence."
Walking slowly, and chatting in friendly fashion, they reached Killimaga.
As the great gates swung open their attention was arrested by the purring of a motor. Father Murray uttered a low "Ah!" while Mark stared after the swiftly vanishing machine. He, too, had seen its pa.s.senger, a heavy, dark man with a short beard combed from the center to the sides. The flashing eyes had seemed to look everywhere at once, yet the man in the car had continued to smoke in quiet nonchalance as if he had not noticed the two standing by the gates. Uncle Mac had described the man well. He was "highfalutin"" without a doubt.
"Siha.s.set is greatly honored," Father Murray remarked softly.
"Do you know him?"
"I have seen him before. He comes from a foreign state, but he is no stranger to America--nor to England, for that matter. Have you any acquaintance with the diplomats in London?"
"I have attended b.a.l.l.s at which some of them were present."
"Does your memory recall one of that type?" persisted the priest.
"No, it does not."
"Mine does," said Father Murray. "I once had occasion to offer a prayer at an important banquet at which that gentleman was the guest of honor.
He sat near me, and when I asked him where he had acquired such a mastery of English, he told me that he had been for five years minister at the Court of St. James. He is now accredited to Washington. Do you see why I suggest that Siha.s.set is greatly honored to-day?"
Mark could not conceal his astonishment.