"What you going to do with it?"
"Keep it, and pay you your top price for it when I"ve got the money."
"H"m! Told Miss Sherwood what"s doing about d.i.c.k?"
"No."
"Why not?"
"I thought of doing it, then I decided against it. For the same reason I just gave you--that it might lead to exposure, and that exposure would defeat my plans."
"You seem to be forgetting that your plan leaves d.i.c.k in danger. d.i.c.k deserves some consideration."
"And I"m giving it to him," argued Larry. "I"m thinking of him as much as of Maggie. Or almost as much. His sister and friends have pulled him out of a lot of sc.r.a.pes. He"s not a bit wiser or better for that kind of help. And it"s not going to do him any good whatever to have some one step in and take care of him again. He"s been a good friend to me, but he"s a dear fool. I want to handle this so he"ll get a jolt that will waken him up--make him take his responsibilities more seriously--make him able to take care of himself."
"Huh!" grunted Hunt. "You"ve certainly picked out a few man-sized jobs for yourself: to make a success of the straight life for yourself--to come out ahead of the police and your old pals--to make Maggie love the Ten Commandments--to put me across--to make d.i.c.k into a level-headed citizen. Any other little item you"d like to take on?"
Larry ignored the irony of the question. "Some of those things I"m going to do," he said confidently. "And any I see I"m going to fail in, I"ll get warning to the people involved. But to come back to your promise: are you willing to give your promise now that you know all the facts?"
Hunt pulled for a long moment at his pipe. Then he said almost gruffly:
"I guess you"ve guessed that Isabel Sherwood is about the most important person in the world to me?"
That was the nearest Hunt had ever come to telling that he loved Miss Sherwood. Larry nodded.
"I"m in bad there already. Suppose your foot slips and everything about d.i.c.k goes wrong. What"ll be my situation when she learns I"ve known all along and have just stood by quietly and let things happen? See what I"ll be letting myself in for?"
"I do," said Larry, his spirits sinking. "And of course I can understand your decision not to give your promise."
"Who said I wouldn"t give my promise?" demanded Hunt. "Of course I give my promise! All I said was that the weather bureau of my bad toe predicts that there"s likely to be a storm because of this--and I want you to use your brain, son, I want you to use your brain!"
He upreared his big, s.h.a.g-haired figure and gripped Larry"s hand.
"You"re all right, Larry--and here"s wishing you luck! Now get to h.e.l.l out of here before Gavegan and Casey drop in for a cup of tea, or your old friends begin target practice with their hip artillery. I want a little quiet in which to finish my packing.
"And say, son," he added, as he pushed Larry through the door, "don"t fall dead at the sight of me when you see me next, for I"m likely to be walking around inside all the finery and vanity of Fifth Avenue."
CHAPTER XXI
Larry came down the stairway from Hunt"s studio in a mood of high elation. Through Hunt"s promise of cooperation he had at least made a start in his unformed plan regarding Maggie. Somehow, he"d work out and put across the rest of it.
Then Hunt"s prediction of the trouble that might rise through his silence recurred to Larry. Indeed, that was a delicate situation!--containing all kinds of possible disasters for himself as well as for Hunt. He would have to be most watchful, most careful, or he would find himself entangled in worse circ.u.mstances than at present.
As he came down into the little back room, his grandmother was sitting over her interminable accounts, each of which represented a little profit to herself, some a little relief to many, some a tragedy to a few; and many of which were in code, for these represented transactions of a character which no p.a.w.nshop, particularly one reputed to be a fence, wishes ever to have understood by those presumptive busy-bodies, the police. When Larry had first entered, she had merely given him an unsurprised "good-evening" and permitted him to pa.s.s on. But now, as he told her good-night and turned to leave, she said in her thin, monotonous voice:
"Sit down for a minute, Larry. I want to talk to you."
Larry obeyed. "Yes, grandmother."
But the d.u.c.h.ess did not at once speak. She held her red-rimmed, unblinking eyes on him steadily. Larry waited patiently. Though she was so composed, so self-contained, Larry knew her well enough to know that what was pa.s.sing in her mind was something of deep importance, at least to her.
At length she spoke. "You saw Maggie that night you hurried away from here?"
"Yes, grandmother. Have you heard from her since the?--or from Barney or Old Jimmie?"
The d.u.c.h.ess shook her head. "Do you mind telling me what happened that night--and what Maggie"s doing?"
Larry told her of the scene in Maggie"s suite at the Grantham, told of the plan in which Maggie was involved and of his own added predicament.
This last the d.u.c.h.ess seemingly ignored.
"Just about what I supposed she was doing," she said. "And you tried again to get her to give it up?"
"Yes."
"And she refused?"
"Yes." And he added: "Refused more emphatically than before."
The d.u.c.h.ess studied him a long moment. Then: "You"re not trying to make her give that up just because you think she"s worth saving. You like her a lot, Larry?"
"I love her," Larry admitted.
"I"m sorry about that, Larry." There was real emotion in the old voice now. "I"ve told you that you"re all I"ve got left. And now that you"ve at last started right, I want everything to go right with you.
Everything! And Maggie will never help things go right with you. Your love for her can only mean misery and misfortune. You can"t change her."
Larry came out with the questions he had asked himself so frequently these last days. "But why did her manner change so when she heard Barney and the others? Why did she help me escape?"
"That was because, deep down, she really loves you. That"s the worst part of it: you both love each other." The d.u.c.h.ess slowly nodded her head. "You both love each other. If it wasn"t for that I wouldn"t care what you tried to do. But I tell you again you can"t change her. She"s too sure of herself. She"ll always try to make you go _her way_--and if you don"t, you"ll never get a smile from her. And because you love each other, I"m afraid you"ll give in and go her way. That"s what I"m afraid of. Won"t you just cut her out of your life, Larry?"
It had been a prodigiously long speech for the d.u.c.h.ess. And Larry realized that the emotion behind it was a thousand times what showed in the thin voice of the bent, gestureless figure.
"For your sake I"m sorry, grandmother. But I can"t."
"Then it"s only fair to tell you, Larry," she said in a more composed tone which expressed a finality of decision, "that if there"s ever anything I can do to stop this, I"ll do it. For she"s bad for you--what with her stiff spirit--and the ideas Old Jimmie has put into her--and the way Old Jimmie has brought her up. I"ll stop things if I can."
Larry made no reply. The d.u.c.h.ess continued looking at him steadily for a long s.p.a.ce. He knew she was thinking; and he was wondering what was pa.s.sing through that shrewd old brain, when she remarked:
"By the way, Larry, I just remembered what you told me of that old Sing Sing friend--Joe Ellison. Have you heard from him recently?"
"He"s out, and he"s working where I am."
"Yes? What"s he doing?"
"He"s working there as a gardener."