"Five thousand dollars reward for information concerning Elizabeth Stanhope!"
There followed a description in detail of her size, height, coloring, etc.
An inscrutable look overspread Bi"s face and hid the cunning in his eyes. He slouched to his seat during the reading and tilted back comfortably smoking, but he narrowed his eyes to a slit and spoke little during the remainder of the evening. They discussed the picture and the possibility of the girl in the paper being a relative of the girl at Carson"s, but as Bi did not come forward with information the subject languished. Some one said he had heard the Carson kid call her Lizzie, he thought, but he wasn"t sure. Ordinarily Bi would have known the full name, but Bi seemed to be dozing, and so the matter was finally dropped.
But the hounds were out and on the scent, and it was well for Betty sleeping quietly in her little cot beneath the roof of the humble Carson home, that she had committed her all to her heavenly Father before she slept.
CHAPTER X
"WELL, he gave me notice t"day," said James Ryan sadly as Jane and he rounded the corner from her boarding-house and turned toward their favorite movie theater. "I been expectin" it, an" now it"s come!"
Jane stopped short on the sidewalk appalled:
"He gave you notice!" she exclaimed, as if she could not believe it was true. "Now, Jimmie! You don"t mean it? Did he find any fault? He"d better not! B"leeve me, if he did he gets a piece of _my_ mind, even if I am a poor workin" girl!"
"Oh, no, he didn"t find any fault," said Jimmie cheerfully. "He was awful nice! He said he"d recommend me away up high. He"s gonta give me time every day to hunt a new place, an" he"s gonta recommend me to some of his rich friends."
"But what"s the matter of him keepin" you? Did you ast him that?"
"Oh, he told me right out that things wasn"t working the way he hoped when he started; the war and all had upset his prospects, and he couldn"t afford to keep me. He"s gonta take an office way down town and do his own letters. He says if he ever succeeds in business and I"m free to come to him he"ll take me back. Oh, he"s pleased with me all right!
He"s a peach! He certainly is."
"Jimmie, what d"you tell him?"
"Tell him? There wasn"t much for me to tell him, only I was sorry, and I thanked him, and I told him I was gonta stick by him as long as I didn"t have a place. Of course I can"t live on air, but seeing he"s willing I should go out and hunt a place every day, why I ain"t that mean that I can"t write a few letters for him now and then. He don"t have that many, and it keeps me in practice. I s"pose I"ve got to get another place but I haven"t tried yet. I can"t somehow bring myself to give him up. I kind of wanted to stick in my first place a long time. It doesn"t look well to be changing."
"Well, if it ain"t your fault, you know, when you can"t help it,"
advised Jane.
They were seated in the theater by this time, and the screen claimed their attention. It was just at the end of the funny reel, and both forgot more serious matters in following the adventures of a dog and a bear who were chasing each other through endless halls and rooms, to say nothing of bathtubs, and wash boilers, and dining tables, and anything that came in their way, with a shock to the people who happened to be around when they pa.s.sed. But suddenly the film ended and the announcements for the next week began to flash on the screen.
"We must go to that, sure!" said Jimmie, nudging Jane, as the Mary Pickford announcement was put on.
Then immediately afterward came the photograph of a beautiful girl, and underneath in great letters:
FIVE THOUSAND DOLLARS" REWARD FOR ACCURATE INFORMATION AS TO THE PRESENT WHEREABOUTS OF ELIZABETH STANHOPE
There followed further particulars and an address and the showing stayed on the screen for a full minute.
Jane sat gripping the arms of the seat and trying to still the wild excitement that possessed her, while her eyes looked straight into the eyes of the little bride whom she had helped to escape on the night of her wedding.
Jimmie took out his pencil and wrote down the address in shorthand, but Jane did not notice. She was busy thinking what she ought to do.
"What do you s"pose they want her for?" she asked in a breathless whisper, as a new feature film began to dawn on the screen.
"Oh, she"s mebbe eloped," said the wise young man, "or there might be some trouble about property. There mostly is."
Jane said no more, and the pictures began again, but her mind was not following them. She was very quiet on the way home, and when Jimmie asked her if she had a grouch on she shivered and said, no, she guessed she was tired. Then she suddenly asked him what time he was going out to hunt for another job. He told her he couldn"t be sure. He would call her up about noon and let her know. Could she manage to get out a while and meet him? She wasn"t sure either, but would see when he called her up.
And so they parted for the night.
The next morning when Reyburn entered his office Jimmie was already seated at his typewriter. On Reyburn"s desk lay a neatly typed copy of the announcement that had been put on the screen the night before.
"What"s this, Ryan?" he questioned as he took his seat and drew the paper toward him.
"Something I saw last night on the screen at the movies, sir. I thought it might be of interest."
"Were you thinking of trying for the reward?" asked Reyburn with a comical smile. "What is it, anyway?" And he began to read.
"Oh, no sir!" said Jimmie. "_I_ couldn"t, of course; but I thought mebbe _you"d_ be able to find out something about her and get all that money.
That would help you through until you got started in your own business."
"H"m! That"s kind of you, Ryan," said the young lawyer, reading the paper with a troubled frown. "I"m afraid it"s hardly in my line, however. I"m not a detective, you know." He laid the paper down and looked thoughtfully out of the window.
"Oh, of course not, sir!" Jimmie hastened to apologize. "Only you know a lot of society folks in the city, and I thought you might think of some way of finding out where she is. I know it isn"t up to what you ought to be doing, sir, but it wouldn"t do any harm. You could work it through me, you know, and n.o.body need ever know "twas you got the reward. I"d be glad to help you out doing all I could, but of course it would take your brains to get the information, sir. You see, it would be to my interest, because then you could afford to keep me, and--I like you, Mr. Reyburn, I certainly do. I would hate to leave you."
"Well, now, I appreciate that, Ryan. It"s very thoughtful of you. I scarcely think there would be any possibility of my finding out anything about this girl, but I certainly appreciate your thoughtfulness. I"ll make a note of it, and if anything turns up I"ll let you know. I don"t believe, however, that I would care to go after a reward even through someone else. You know, I was at that wedding, Ryan!" His eyes were dreamily watching the smoke from a distant funnel over the roof-tops in line with his desk.
"You were!" said Jimmie, watching his employer with rapt admiration. He had no higher ambition than to look like Warren Reyburn and have an office of his own.
"Yes, I was there," said Reyburn again, but his tone was so far off that Jimmie dared approach no nearer, and resumed the letter he was typing.
About noon Jimmie called up the factory while Reyburn was out to lunch and told Jane that he expected to go out at two o"clock. Could she meet him and walk a little way with him? Jane said no, she couldn"t, but she would try and see him the next day, then he could tell her how he had "made out."
At exactly five minutes after two, Jane, having watched from a telephone booth in a drug store until Jimmie went by, hurried up to Reyburn"s office and tapped on the door, her heart in her mouth lest he should be occupied with some one else and not be able to see her before her few minutes of leave which she had obtained from the factory should have expired.
Reyburn himself opened the door to her, and treated her as if she had been a lady every inch, handing her a chair and speaking quite as if she were attired in sealskin and diamonds.
She looked him over with bright eyes of approval. Jane was a born sentimentalist, fed on the movies. Not for anything would she have had a knight rescue her lady fair who did not look the part. She was entirely satisfied with this one. In fact, she was almost tongue-tied with admiration for the moment.
Then she rallied to the speech she had prepared:
"Mr. Reyburn," she said, "I came to see you about a matter of very great importance. I heard you was a great lawyer, and I"ve got a friend that"s in trouble. I thought mebbe you could do something about it. But first, I want to ast you a question, an" I want you to consider it perfectly confidential!"
Jane took great credit to herself that she had a.s.sembled all these words and memorized them so perfectly.
"Certainly!" said Reyburn gravely, wondering what kind of a customer he had now.
"I don"t want you to think I can"t pay for it," said Jane, laying down a five-dollar bill grandly. "I know you can"t afford to waste your valuable time even to answer a question."
"Oh, that"s all right," said Reyburn heartily. "Let me hear what the question is first. There may be no charge."
"No," said Jane hastily, laying the bill firmly on the desk before him.
"I shan"t feel right astin" unless I know it"s to be paid for."
"Oh, very well," said Reyburn, taking the bill and laying it to one side. "Now, what is the question?"