Say that you stole it from his sister, whom you suspected to have been an impostor, and that you knew to be the mother of an illegitimate child! Say that in doing this, you took the last hope from the wronged and cast-off wife who came thousands of miles to claim something from the man who should have supported her. Say this, and that brother, if he is the good and kind man you represent him to be, he will rise up and bless you! You have only to tell him further, that this paper cannot be of any use to him, as this property legally belongs to his sister"s child, if living. You have only to hand him the report which declares both of his sisters to be dead, and leaves his own ident.i.ty in doubt, to show him what a blessing has fallen upon him."
"Forgive me," gasped Victor, with a painful blending of shame and awesome admiration of the woman before him; "forgive me, Julie! I am a coward! a slave! an ingrate! I will do anything, Julie; anything you say."
Madame Devarges was too sagacious to press her victory further; perhaps she was too cautious to exasperate the already incautiously demonstrative man before her. She said "Hush," and permitted him at the same time, as if unconsciously, to draw her beside him.
"Listen, Victor. What have you to fear from this man?" she asked, after a pause. "What would his evidence weigh against me, when he is in unlawful possession of my property, my legally declared properly, if I choose to deny his relationship? Who will ident.i.ty him as Gabriel Conroy, when his only surviving relative dare not come forward to recognise him; when, if she did, you could swear that she came to you under another name? What would this brother"s self-interested evidence amount to opposed to yours, that I was the Grace Conroy who came to the Mission, to the proof of my ident.i.ty offered by one of the survivors, Peter Dumphy?"
"Dumphy!" echoed Ramirez, in amazement.
"Yes, Dumphy!" repeated Madame Devarges. "When he found that, as the divorced wife of Dr. Devarges, I could make no legal claim, and I told him of your plan, he offered himself as witness of my ident.i.ty. Ah, Victor! I have not been idle while you have found only obstacles."
"Forgive me!" He caught and kissed her hands pa.s.sionately. "I fly now.
Good-bye."
"Where are you going?" she asked, rising.
"To "One Horse Gulch,"" he answered.
"No! Sit down. Listen. You must go to San Francisco, and inform Dumphy of your discovery. It will be necessary, perhaps, to have a lawyer; but we must first see how strong we stand. You must find out the whereabouts of this girl Grace, at once. Go to San Francisco, see Dumphy, and return to me here!"
"But you are alone here, and unprotected. These men!"
The quick suspicions of a jealous nature flashed in his eyes.
"Believe me, they are less dangerous to our plans than women! Do you not trust me, Victor?" she said, with a dazzling smile.
He would have thrown himself at her feet, but she restrained him with an arch look at the wall, and a precautionary uplifted finger.
"Good; go now. Stay. This Gabriel--is he married?"
"No."
"Good-bye."
The door closed upon his dark, eager face, and he was gone. A moment later there was a sharp ringing of the bell of No. 92, the next room to that occupied by Mme. Devarges.
The truculent porter knocked at the door, and entered this room respectfully. There was no suspicion attached to the character of _its_ occupant. _He_ was well known as Mr. Jack Hamlin, a gambler.
"Why the devil did you keep me waiting?" said Jack, reaching from the bed, and wrathfully clutching his boot-jack.
The man murmured some apology.
"Bring me some hot water."
The porter was about to hurriedly withdraw, when Jack stopped him with an oath.
"You"ve been long enough coming without shooting off like that. Who was that man that just left the next room?"
"I don"t know, sir."
"Find out, and let me know."
He flung a gold piece at the man, beat up his pillow, and turned his face to the wall. The porter still lingered, and Jack faced sharply round.
"Not gone yet? What the devil"----
"Beg your pardon, sir; do you know anything about her?"
"No," said Jack, raising himself on his elbow; "but if I catch you hanging round that door, as you were five minutes ago, I"ll"----.
Here Mr. Hamlin dropped his voice, and intimated that he would forcibly dislodge certain vital and necessary organs from the porter"s body.
"Go."
After the door closed again, Mr. Hamlin lay silent for an hour. At the end of that time he got up and began to dress himself slowly, singing softly to himself the while, as was his invariable custom, in that sweet tenor for which he was famous. When he had thus warbled through his toilet, replacing a small ivory-handled pistol in his waistcoat-pocket to one of his most heart-breaking notes, he put his hat on his handsome head, perhaps a trifle more on one side than usual, and stepped into the hall. As he sharply shut his door and locked it, the slight concussion of the thin part.i.tions caused the door of his fair neighbour"s room to start ajar, and Mr. Hamlin, looking up mechanically, saw the lady standing by the bureau, with her handkerchief to her eyes. Mr. Hamlin instantly stopped his warbling, and walked gravely downstairs. At the foot of the steps he met the porter. The man touched his hat.
"He doesn"t belong here, sir."
"Who doesn"t belong here?" asked Mr. Hamlin, coldly.
"That man."
"What man?"
"The man you asked about."
Mr. Hamlin quietly took out a cigar, lit it, and after one or two puffs, looked fixedly in the man"s eyes, and said--
"I haven"t asked you about any man."
"I thought, sir"----
"You shouldn"t begin to drink so early in the day, Michael," said Mr.
Hamlin, quietly, without withdrawing his black eyes from the man"s face.
"You can"t stand it on an empty stomach. Take my advice and wait till after dinner."
CHAPTER III.
MRS. MARKLE.
Olly"s allusion to Mrs. Markle and her criticism had recurred to Gabriel more or less uneasily through the night, and as he rose betimes the next morning and stood by the table on which lay his handiwork, a grim doubt of his proficiency in that branch of domestic economy began to oppress him.
"Like as not I ain"t doin" my duty to that child," he said softly to himself, as he picked up the garments one by one, and deposited them beside the bedside of the still sleeping Olly. "Them clothes are--leavin" out the strength and sayin" nothin" o" durability as material--a trifle old-fashioned and onbecomin". Not as you requires anything o" the kind, bless your pooty face," he said, apostrophising the dewy curls and slumber-flushed cheek of the unconscious child; "but mebbe it does sorter provoke remarks from the other children. And the settlement"s gettin" crowded. Three new families in six months is rather too--too----" considered Gabriel, hesitating for a word; "rather too popylating! And Mrs. Markle"--Gabriel flushed even in the stillness and solitude of his own cabin--"to think of that little gal, not nine years old, speaking o" that widder in that way. It beats everything. And to think I"ve kept clar of that sort o" thing jest on Olly"s account, jest that she shouldn"t have any woman around to boss her."
Nevertheless, when he and Olly sat down to their frugal breakfast, he was uneasily conscious of several oddities of her dress, not before noticeable, and even some peculiarities of manner.