He took out a cigar, lit it very deliberately, and fell to thinking....
Presently, worn out by fatigue and anxiety, he dozed....
And as he dozed, the street door opened softly, a light step crossed the hall, and Elaine Cavendish stood in the doorway.
She was clad in black velvet, trimmed in sable. Her head was bare. A blue cloak was thrown, with careless grace, about her gleaming shoulders. One slender hand lifted the gown from before her feet. She saw the sleeping man and paused, and a smile of infinite tenderness pa.s.sed across her face.
A moment she hesitated, and at the thought, a faint blush suffused her face. Then she glided softly over, bent and kissed him on the lips.
He opened his eyes, and sprang up! Startled! She was there, before him, the blush still on cheek and brow.
"Elaine! sweetheart!" he cried. And, straightway took her, unresisting, in his arms....
"Tell me all about yourself," he said, at last, drawing her down into the chair and seating himself on the arm. "Where is Miss Carrington--safe?"
"Colin"s with her--I reckon she"s safe!" smiled Elaine. "It won"t be his fault if she isn"t, I"m sure.--I left them at Ashburton, and came over here to--you."
"Alone!" said Croyden, bending over her.
She nodded, eyes half downcast.
"You foolish girl!"
"I"ll go back at once----"
He laughed, joyously.
"Not yet a little while!" and bent again.
"Geoffrey! you"re dreadful!" she exclaimed, half smothered. "My hair, dear,--do be careful!"
"I"ll be good--if you will kiss me again!" he said.
"But you"re not asleep," she objected.
"That"s why I want it."
"And you will promise--not to kiss me again?"
"For half an hour."
"Honest?"
"Honest."
She looked up at him tantalizingly, her red lips parted, her bosom fluttering below.
"If it"s worth coming half way for, sweetheart--you may," she said....
"Now, if you"re done with foolishness--for a little while," she said, gayly, "I"ll tell you how we managed to get free."
"You know why you were abducted?" he asked.
"Oh, yes!--the Parmenter jewels. Davila told me the story, and how you didn"t find them, though our abductors think you did, and won"t believe otherwise."
"You suffered no hurt?" he asked, sharply.
"None--we were most courteously treated; and they released us, as quickly as the check was paid."
"What do you mean?" he demanded.
"I mean, that I gave them my check for the ransom money--you hadn"t the jewels, you couldn"t comply with the demand. How do you suppose we got free?" she questioned.
"You paid the money?" he asked, again.
"Certainly! I knew you couldn"t pay it, so I did. Don"t let us think of it, dear!--It"s over, and we have each other, now. What is money compared to that?" Then suddenly she, woman-like, went straight back to it. "How did you think we managed to get free--escaped?" she asked.
"Yes!" he answered. "Yes--I never thought of your paying the money."
She regarded him critically.
"No!" she said, "you are deceiving me!--you are--_you_ paid the money, also!" she cried.
"What matters it?" he said joyfully. "What matters anything now?
Macloud and I _did_ pay the ransom to-day--but of what consequence is it; whether you bought your freedom, or we bought it, or both bought it? You and Davila are here, again--that"s the only thing that matters!"
"Right you are! Geoffrey, right you are!" came Macloud"s voice from the hallway, and Davila and he walked into the room.
Elaine, with a little shriek, sprang up.
"Don"t be bashful!" said Macloud. "Davila and I were occupying similar positions at Ashburton, a short time ago. Weren"t we, little girl?" as he made a motion to put his arm around her.
Davila eluded him--though the traitor red confirmed his words--and sought Elaine"s side for safety.
"It"s a pleasure only deferred, my dear!" he laughed. "By the way, Elaine, how did Croyden happen to give in? He was shying off at your wealth--said it would be giving hostages to fortune, and all that rot."
"Shut up, you beggar!" Croyden exclaimed. "I"m going to try to make good."
"Geoffrey," said Elaine, "won"t you show us the old pirate"s letter--we"re all interested in it, now."
"Certainly, I will!" he said. "I"ll show you the letter, and where I found it, and anything else you want to see. Nothing is locked, to-night."
They went over to the escritoire. Croyden opened the secret drawer, and took out the letter.
"A Message from the Dead!" he said, solemnly, and handed it to Elaine.
She carried it to the table, spread it out under the lamp, and Davila and she studied it, carefully, even as Croyden and Macloud had done--reading the Duval endors.e.m.e.nts over and over again.