"You are the most beautiful girl--"
"I want something to eat."
"--I ever saw! Do you think it possible for a man to fall in love at first sight?"
"Oh, nothing is impossible on Tom Fool"s night. Positive, fool; comparative, fooler; superlative, foolest. You are marching on with your degrees, Mr. Comstalk."
"You might call me d.i.c.ky," I said in an aggrieved tone.
"d.i.c.ky? Never! I should always be thinking of paper collars."
"I wish _I_ were witty like that!"
She snuggled down beneath the robes.
An artist"s model, thought I. Never in this world. I now understood the drift of her uncle"s remark about her earning capacity. The Alice Hawthorne miniatures brought fabulous prices. And here I was, sitting so close to her that our shoulders touched: and she a girl who knew intimately emperors and princesses and dukes, not to mention the worldly-rich. I admit that for a moment I was touched with awe. And it was beginning to get serious. This girl interested me marvelously.
I summoned up all my courage.
"Are--are you married?"
"No-o."
"Nor engaged to be married?"
"No-o. But you mustn"t ask all these questions."
"How would you like to ride around in a first-cla.s.s motor-car the rest of your days?"
She laughed merrily. Possibly it _was_ funny.
"Are you always amusing like this?"
"Supposing I were serious?"
"In that case I should say you had not yet slipped off your fool"s motley."
This directness was discouraging.
"I wonder if the ten of hearts is lucky, after all," I mused.
"We are not in jail. I consider that the best of good fortune."
"Give me your card," said I.
She gave me the card, and I put it with mine.
"Why do you do that?"
"Perhaps I want to bring about an enchantment,"--soberly.
"As Signor Fantoccini, or as Mr. Comstalk?"
"I have long since resigned my position in the museum; it was too exciting."
She made no rejoinder; and for some time there was no sound but the music of the bells.
Finally we drew up under the colonial porte-cochere of Hollywood Inn and were welcomed by the genial Moriarty himself, his Celtic countenance a mirror of smiles.
"Anything in the house to eat?" I cried, shaking the robes from me.
"Anything ye like, if you like cowld things. I can hate ye a pot of coffee on the gasolene-burner, and there"s manny a vintage in the cillars."
"That will be plenty!"--joyfully, helping Miss Hawthorne to alight.
"Sure, and ye are from the Hunt Club!"--noting our costumes. "Well, well! They niver have anny too much grub. Now, I"ll putt ye in a little room all be yersilves, with a windy and a log-fire; cozy as ye plaze. Ye"ll have nearly two hours to wait for the car-r from the village."
We entered the general a.s.sembly-room. It was roomy and quaint, and somewhere above us was the inevitable room in which George Washington had slept. The great hooded fireplace was merry with crackling logs.
Casually I observed that we were not alone. Over yonder, in a shadowed corner, sat two men, very well bundled up, and, to all appearances, fast asleep. Moriarty lighted a four-branched candelabrum and showed us the way to the little private dining-room, took our orders, and left us.
"This is romance," said I. "They used to do these things hundreds of years ago, and everybody had a good time."
"It is now all very wicked and improper," murmured the girl, laying aside her domino for the first time; "but delightful! I now find I haven"t the least bit of remorse for what I have done."
In that dark evening gown she was very beautiful. Her arms and shoulders were tinted like Carrara marble; and I knew instantly that I was never going to recover. I drew two chairs close to the grate. I sat down in one and she in the other. With a contented sigh she rested her blue-slippered feet on the bra.s.s fender.
[Ill.u.s.tration: With a contented sigh she rested her blue-slippered feet on the bra.s.s fender.]
"My one regret is that I haven"t any shoes. What an adventure!"
"It"s fine!" Two hours in the society of this enchanting creature! It was almost too good to be true. Ah, if it might always be like this--to return home from the day"s work, to be greeted warmly by a woman as beautiful as this one! I sighed loudly.
Moriarty came with the chicken and ham and coffee.
"If ye would like, it won"t be a bit of trouble to show ye George Washington"s room; or"--with inimitable Irish drollery--"I can tell ye that he dined in this very room."
"That will serve," smiled the girl; and Moriarty bowed himself out.
His departure was followed by the clatter of silver upon porcelain. Of a truth, both of us were hungry.
"I was simply ravenous," the girl confessed.
"And as for me, I never dreamt I could be so unromantic. Now," said I, pushing aside my plate, and dropping sugar into my coffee, and vainly hunting in my pockets for a cigar, "there remains only one mystery to be cleared up."
"And what might this mystery be?" she asked. "The whereabouts of the bogus Haggerty?"
"The bogus Haggerty will never cross our paths again. He has skipped by the light of the moon. No, that"s not the mystery. Why did you tell me you were an impostor; why did you go to the cellars with me, when all the while you were at the ball on Mrs. Hyphen-Bonds"
invitation?"