They came in time, after many "hair-pins" and right angles, to the gate opening upon the highway. Peter got down from the seat to release the pad-locked chain and throw open the gate.
O"Dowd leaned closer to Barnes and lowered his voice.
"See here, Barnes, I"m no fool, and for that reason I"ve got sense enough to know that you"re not either. I don"t know what"s in your mind, nor what you"re trying to get into it if it isn"t already there.
But I"ll say this to you, man to man: don"t let your imagination get the better of your common-sense. That"s all. Take the tip from me."
"I am not imagining anything, O"Dowd," said Barnes quietly. "What do you mean?"
"I mean just what I say. I"m giving you the tip for selfish reasons. If you make a bally fool of yourself, I"ll have to see you through the worst of it,--and it"s a job I don"t relish. Ponder that, will ye, on the way home?"
Barnes did ponder it on the way home. There was but one construction to put upon the remark: it was O"Dowd"s way of letting him know that he could be depended upon for support if the worst came to pa.s.s.
His heart warmed to the lively Irishman. He jumped to the conclusion that O"Dowd, while aligned with the others in the flesh, was not with them in spirit. His blithe heart was a gallant one as well. The lovely prisoner at Green Fancy had a chivalrous defender among the conspirators, and that fact, suddenly revealed to the hara.s.sed Barnes, sent a thrill of exultation through his veins.
He realised that he could not expect O"Dowd to be of any a.s.sistance in preparing the way for her liberation. Indeed, the Irishman probably would oppose him out of loyalty to the cause he espoused. His hand would be against him until the end; then it would strike for him and the girl who was in jeopardy.
O"Dowd evidently had not been deceived by the acting that masked the conversation on the couch. He knew that Miss Cameron had appealed to Barnes, and that the latter had promised to do everything in his power to help her.
Suspecting that this was the situation, and doubtless sacrificing his own private interests, he had uttered the vague but timely warning to Barnes. The significance of this warning grew under reflection. The mere fact that he could bring himself to the point of speaking to Barnes as he did, established beyond all question that his position was not inimical. He was, to a certain extent, delivering himself into the hands of one who, in his rashness, might not hesitate to cast him to the lions: the beasts in this instance being his own companions.
Barnes was not slow to appreciate the position in which O"Dowd voluntarily placed himself. A word or a sign from him would be sufficient to bring disaster upon the Irishman who had risked his own safety in a few irretrievable words. The more he thought of it, the more fully convinced was he that there was nothing to fear from O"Dowd.
The cause for apprehension in that direction was wiped out by a simple process of reasoning: O"Dowd would have delivered his warning elsewhere if he intended evil. While it was impossible to decide how far O"Dowd"s friendly interest would carry him, Barnes was still content to believe that he would withhold his suspicions, for the present at least, from the others at Green Fancy.
He was at a loss to account for his invitation to Green Fancy under the circ.u.mstances. The confident att.i.tude of those responsible for Miss Cameron"s detention evidently was based upon conditions which rendered their position tenable. Their disregard for the consequences that might reasonably be expected to result from this visit was puzzling in the extreme. He could arrive at no other conclusion than that their hospitality was inspired by a desire to disarm him of suspicion. An open welcome to the house, while a bold piece of strategy, was far better than an effort to cloak the place in mystery.
As he left the place behind him, he found himself saying that he had received his first and last invitation to visit Green Fancy.
Peter drove slowly, carefully over the road down the mountain, in direct contrast to the heedless rush of the belated "washer."
Responding to a sudden impulse, Barnes lowered one of the side-seats in the tonneau and moved closer to the driver. By leaning forward he was in a position to speak through the window at Peter"s back.
"Pretty bad going, isn"t it?" he ventured.
"Bad enough in the daytime," said Peter, without taking his eyes from the road, "but something fierce at night."
"I suppose you"ve been over it so often, however, that you know every crook and turn."
"I know "em well enough not to get gay with "em," said Peter.
"How long have you been driving for Mr. Curtis?"
"Ever since he come up here, more"n two years ago. I used to drive the station bus fer the hotel down below Spanish Falls. He stayed there while he was buildin". Guess I"m going to get the G. B. "fore long, though."
His listener started. "You don"t say so! Cutting down expenses?"
"Not so"s you could notice it," growled Peter. "Seems that he"s gettin"
a new car an" wants an expert machinist to take hold of it from the start. I was good enough to fiddle around with this second-hand pile o"
junk an" the Buick he had last year, but I ain"t qualified to handle this here twin-six Packard he"s expectin", so he says. I guess they"s been some influence used against me, if the truth was known. This new sec"etary he"s got cain"t stummick me."
"Why don"t you see Mr. Curtis and demand--" "SEE him?" snorted Peter.
"Might as well try to see Napoleon Bonyparte. Didn"t you know he was a sick man?"
"Certainly. But he isn"t so ill that he can"t attend to business, is he?"
"He sure is. Parylised, they say. He"s a mighty fine man. It"s awful to think of him bein" so helpless he cain"t ever git out"n his cheer ag"in. Course, if he was hisself he wouldn"t think o" lettin" me out.
But bein" sick-like, he jest don"t give a durn about anything. So that"s how this new sec"etary gets in his fine work on me."
"What has Mr. Loeb against you, if I may ask?"
"Well, it"s like this. I ain"t in the habit o" bein" ordered aroun" as if I was jest n.o.body at all, so when he starts in to cuss me about somethin" a week or so ago, I ups and tells him I"ll smash his head if he don"t take it back. He takes it back all right, but the first thing I know I get a call-down from Mrs. Collier. She"s Mr. Curtis"s sister, you know. Course I couldn"t tell her what I told the sheeny, seein" as she"s a female, so I took it like a lamb. Then they gits a feller up here to wash the car. My gosh, mister, the durned ole rattle-trap ain"t wuth a bucket o" water all told. You could wash from now till next Christmas an" she wouldn"t look any cleaner"n she does right now. So I sends word in to Mr. Curtis that if she has to be washed, I"ll wash her. I don"t want no dago splashin" water all over the barn floor an"
drawin" pay fer doin" it. Then"s when I hears about the new car. Mr.
Loeb comes out an" asts me if I ever drove a Packard twin-six. I says no I ain"t, an" he says it"s too bad. He asts the dago if he"s ever drove one and the dago lies like thunder. He says he"s handled every kind of a Packard known to science, er somethin" like that. I cain"t understand half the durn fool says. Next day Mrs. Collier sends fer me an" I go in. She says she guesses she"ll try the new washer on the Packard when it comes, an" if I keer to stay on as washer in his place she"ll be glad to have me. I says I"d like to have a word with Mr.
Curtis, if she don"t mind, an" she says Mr. Curtis ain"t able to see no one. So I guess I"m goin" to be let out. Not as I keer very much, "cept I hate to leave Mr. Curtis in the lurch. He was mighty good to me up to the time he got bed-ridden."
"I dare say you will have no difficulty in finding another place," said Barnes, feeling his way.
""Tain"t easy to git a job up here. I guess I"ll have to try New York er some of the big cities," said Peter, confidently.
An idea was taking root in Barnes"s brain, but it was too soon to consider it fixed.
"You say Mr. Loeb is new at his job?"
"Well, he"s new up here. Mr. Curtis was down to New York all last winter bein" treated, you see. He didn"t come up here till about five weeks ago. Loeb was workin" fer him most of the winter, gittin" up a book er somethin", I hear. Mr. Curtis"s mind is all right, I guess, even if his body ain"t. Always was a great feller fer books an" writin"
"fore he got so sick."
"I see. Mr. Loeb came up with him from New York."
"Kerect. Him and Mr. O"Dowd and Mr. De Soto brought him up "bout the last o" March."
"I understand that they are old friends."
"They was up here visitin" last spring an" the fall before. Mr. Curtis is very fond of both of "em."
"It seems to me that I have heard that his son married O"Dowd"s sister."
"That"s right. She"s a widder now. Her husband was killed in the war between Turkey an" them other countries four er five years ago."
"Really?"
"Yep. Him and Mr. O"Dowd--his own brother-in-law, y" know--was fightin"
on the side of the Boolgarians and young Ashley Curtis was killed. Mr.
O"Dowd"s always fightin" whenever they"s a war goin" on anywheres. I cain"t understand why he ain"t over in Europe now helpin" out one side or t"other."
"Was this son Mr. Curtis"s only child?"
"So fer as I know. He left three little kids. They was all here with their mother jest after the house was finished. Finest children I ever--"
"They will probably come into this property when Mr. Curtis dies," said Barnes, keeping the excitement out of his voice.