O"Gorman pressed her arm affectionately.
"Never you mind, my dear," in a consoling tone; "you have learned a lesson that will be of great value to you in your future work. I dare not blame you, indeed, for I myself, on the evidence you sent me, came rushing here on a wild-goose chase. One never knows what is on the other side of a page till he turns it, and if we detectives didn"t have to turn so many pages, only to find them blank, we"d soon rid the country of its malefactors. But here we are at the Kenton gateway. Go to bed, Josie dear, and pleasant dreams to you."
"Will I see you again?" she asked.
"No; I"m off by the early train. But you must stay here and have your visit out with Mary Louise. It won"t hurt you to have a free mind for awhile."
He kissed her tenderly and she went in.
CHAPTER XXVII NAN"S TRIUMPH
The night"s events were not yet ended. An automobile left the edge of the stone-yard, followed a lane and turned into the main highway, where it encountered a woman standing in the middle of the road and waving her arms. She was distinctly visible in the moonlight.
The man with the monocle slowed the car and came to a sudden stop, rather than run her down.
"What"s the matter?" he demanded impatiently.
"Wait a minute; I want to talk to you."
"Can"t stop," he replied in a querulous tone. "I"ve got fifty miles to make before daylight. Out of my way, woman."
With a dexterous motion she opened the door and sprang into the seat beside him.
"Here! Get out of this," he cried.
"Drive on," she said calmly. "It"ll save time, since you"re in a hurry."
"Get out!"
"I"m going to ride with you. Why bother to argue?"
He turned nervously in his seat to get a look at her, then shifted the clutch and slowly started the car. The woman sat quiet. While b.u.mping over the uneven road at a reckless speed the driver turned at times to cast stealthy glances at the person beside him. Finally he asked in exasperation:
"Do you know where I"m going?"
"You haven"t told me."
"Do you know who I am?"
"How should I?"
"Oh, very well," with a sigh of relief. "But isn"t this rather--er-- irregular?"
"Very."
Again he drove for a time in silence. In the direction they were following they whirled by a village every three or four miles, but the country roads were deserted and the nearest city of any size lay a good fifty miles on.
"I don"t know who you are," observed the woman presently, "but I can hazard a guess. You call yourself Joselyn--Ned Joselyn--but that isn"t your name. It"s the name you married Annabel Kenton under, but it doesn"t belong to you."
He gave a roar of anger and started to slow down the car.
"Go ahead!" she said imperatively.
"I won"t. You"re going to get out of here, and lively, too, or I"ll throw you out."
"Do you feel anything against your side?" she asked coolly.
"Yes," with a sudden start.
"It"s the muzzle of a revolver. I think it"s about opposite your heart and my finger is on the trigger. Go ahead!"
He turned the throttle and the car resumed its former speed.
"Who the deuce are you?" he demanded, in a voice that trembled slightly.
"Like yourself, I have many names," she said. "In Washington they call me Nan Sh.e.l.ley; at Cragg"s Crossing I"m Mrs. Scammel, formerly Nan Cragg."
"Oh--ho!" with a low whistle of astonishment. "Nan Cragg, eh! So you"ve returned from your wanderings, have you?" with a derisive sneer.
"For a time. But in wandering around I"ve found my place in the world and I"m now a lady detective, not an especially high-cla.s.s occupation but satisfactory as a bread-winner. I find I"m quite talented; I"m said to be a pretty fair detective."
She could feel him tremble beside her. He moved away from her as far as he could but the pressure against his side followed his movements.
After a time he asked defiantly:
"Well, being a detective, what"s your business with me? I hope you"re not fool enough to think I"m a criminal."
"I don"t think it; I know it. You"re an unusual sort of a criminal, too," she replied. "You"re mixed up in a somewhat lawless international plot, but it isn"t my present business to bring you to book for that."
"What _is_ your present business?"
"To discover what you"ve done with my father"s money."
He laughed, as if relieved.
"Spent it for the cause of Ireland."
"Part of it, perhaps. But the bulk of the money you"ve taken from the Champions of Irish Liberty, most of which came out of my father"s own pocket, and practically all the money he gave you to invest for him, you have withheld for your own use."
"You"re crazy!"
"I know the bank it"s deposited in."
Again he growled, like a beast at bay.
"Whatever I have on deposit is to be applied to the Cause," said he.
"It"s reserved for future promotion."