Davila tried the door--it refused to open.
"It"s locked!" she said.
"Oh, well! we will content ourselves with watching the Bay through the port hole, and when one wants to turn around the other can crawl up in her bunk. I"m going to write a book about this experience, some time.--I wonder what Geoffrey and Colin are doing?" she laughed--"running around like mad and stirring up the country, I reckon."
XXI
THE JEWELS
Macloud went to New York on the evening train. He carried Croyden"s power of attorney with stock sufficient, when sold, to make up his share of the cash. He had provided for his own share by a wire to his brokers and his bank in Northumberland. A draft would be awaiting him.
He would reduce both amounts to one thousand dollar bills and hurry back to Annapolis to meet Croyden.
But they counted not on the railroads,--or rather they did count on them, and they were disappointed. A freight was derailed just south of Hampton, tearing up the track for a hundred yards, and piling the right of way with wreckage of every description. Macloud"s train was twelve hours late leaving Hampton. Then, to add additional ill luck, they ran into a wash out some fifty miles further on; with the result that they did not reach New York until after the markets were over and the banks had closed for the day.
He wired the facts to Croyden. The following day, he sold the stocks, the brokers gave him the proceeds in the desired bills, after the delivery hour, and he made a quick get-away for Annapolis, arriving there at nine o"clock in the evening.
Croyden was awaiting him, at Carvel Hall.
"I"m sorry, for the girls" sake," said he, "but it"s only a day lost.
We will deliver the goods to-morrow. And, then, pray G.o.d, they be freed before another night! That lawyer thief is a rogue and a robber, but something tells me he will play straight."
"I reckon we will have to trust him," returned Macloud. "Where is the Pinkerton man?"
"He is in town. He will be over on the Point in the morning, disguised as a negro and chopping wood, on the edge of the timber. There isn"t much chance of him identifying the gang, but it"s the best we can do.
It"s the girls first, the scoundrels afterward, if possible."
At eleven o"clock the following day, Croyden, mounted on one of "Cheney"s Best," rode away from the hotel. There had been a sudden change in the weather, during the night; the morning was clear and bright and warm, as happens, sometimes, in Annapolis, in late November.
The Severn, blue and placid, flung up an occasional white cap to greet him, as he crossed the bridge. He nodded to the draw-keeper, who recognized him, drew aside for an automobile to pa.s.s, and then trotted sedately up the hill, and into the woods beyond.
He could hear the Band of the Academy pounding out a quick-step, and catch a glimpse of the long line of midshipmen pa.s.sing in review, before some notable. The "custard and cream" of the chapel dome obtruded itself in all its hideousness; the long reach of Bancroft Hall glowed white in the sun; the library with its clock--the former, by some peculiar idea, placed at the farthest point from the dormitory, and the latter where the midshipmen cannot see it--dominated the opposite end of the grounds. Everywhere was quiet, peace, and discipline--the embodiment of order and law,--the Flag flying over all.
And yet, he was on his way to pay a ransom of very considerable amount, for two women who were held prisoners!
He tied his horse to a limb of a maple, and walked out on the Point.
Save for a few trees, uprooted by the gales, it was the same Point they had dug over a few weeks before. A negro, chopping at a log, stopped his work, a moment, to look at him curiously, then resumed his labor.
"The Pinkerton man!" thought Croyden, but he made no effort to speak to him.
Somewhere,--from a window in the town, or from one of the numerous ships bobbing about on the Bay or the River--he did not doubt a gla.s.s was trained on him, and his every motion was being watched.
For full twenty minutes, he stood on the extreme tip of the Point, and looked out to sea. Then he faced directly around and stepped ten paces inland. Kneeling, he quickly dug with a small trowel a hole a foot deep in the sand, put into it the package of bills, wrapped in oil-skin, and replaced the ground.
"There!" said he, as he arose. "Pirate"s gold breeds pirate"s ways. May we have seen the last of you--and may the devil take you all!"
He went slowly back to his horse, mounted, and rode back to town. They had done their part--would the thieves do theirs?
Adhering strictly to the instructions, Croyden and Macloud left Annapolis on the next car, caught the boat at Baltimore, and arrived in Hampton in the evening, in time for dinner. They stopped a few minutes at Ashburton, to acquaint Captain Carrington with their return, and then went on to Clarendon.
Both men were nervous. Neither wanted the other to know and each endeavored to appear at ease.
Croyden gave in first. He threw his cigarette into his coffee cup, and pushed his chair back from the table.
"It"s no use, Colin!" he laughed. "You"re trying to appear nonchalant, and you"re doing it very well, too, but you can"t control your fingers and your eyes--and neither can I, I fancy, though I"ve tried hard enough, G.o.d knows! We are about all in! These four days of strain and uncertainty have taken it all out of us. If I had any doubt as to my affection for Elaine, it"s vanished, now.----I don"t say I"m fool enough to propose to her, yet I"m scarcely responsible, at present. If I were to see her this minute, I"d likely do something rash."
"You"re coming around to it, gradually," said Macloud.
"Gradually! Hum! I don"t know about the "gradually." I want to pull myself together--to get a rein on myself--to--what are you smiling at; am I funny?"
"You are!" said Macloud. "I never saw a man fight so hard against his personal inclinations, and a rich wife. You don"t deserve her!--if I were Elaine, I"d turn you down hard, hard."
"Thank G.o.d! you"re not Elaine!" Croyden retorted.
"And hence, with a woman"s unreasonableness and trust in the one she loves, she will likely accept you."
"How do you know she loves me?"
Macloud blew a couple of smoke rings and watched them sail upward.
"I suppose you"re equally discerning as to Miss Carrington, and her love for you," Croyden commented.
"I regret to say, I"m not," said Macloud, seriously. "That is what troubles me, indeed. Unlike my friend, Geoffrey Croyden, I"m perfectly sure of my own mind, but I"m not sure of the lady"s."
"Then, why don"t you find out?"
"Exactly what I shall do, when she returns."
"It"s sure as fate!" said Croyden.
"Thanks! We each seem to be able to answer the other"s uncertainty," he remarked, calmly.
Presently, Macloud arose.
"I"m going over to Ashburton, and talk with the Captain a little--sort of cheer him up. Come along?"
Croyden shook his head.
"Go on!" said he. "It"s a very good occupation for you, sitting up to the old gent. I"ll give you a chance by staying away, to-night. Make a hit with grandpa, Colin, make a hit with grandpa!"
"And you make a hit with yourself--get rid of your foolish theory, and come down to simple facts," Macloud retorted, and he went out.
"Get rid of your foolish theory," Croyden soliloquized. "Well, maybe--but _is_ it foolish, that"s the question? I"m poor, once more--I"ve not enough even for Elaine Cavendish"s husband--there"s the rub! she won"t be Geoffrey Croyden"s wife, it"s I who will be Elaine Cavendish"s husband. "Elaine Cavendish _and her husband_ dine with us to-night!"--"Elaine Cavendish _and her husband_ were at the horse show!" "Elaine Cavendish _and her husband_ were here!--or there!--or thus and so!""
He could not endure it. It would be too belittling, too disparaging of self-respect.--Elaine Cavendish"s husband!--Elaine Cavendish"s husband! Might he out-grow it--be known for himself? He glanced up at the portrait of the gallant soldier of a lost cause, with the high-bred face and n.o.ble bearing.
"You were a brave man, Colonel Duval!" he said. "What would you have done?"