"Of course."
"Then I am going to question you. You spoke of overhearing a conversation?"
"Yes; it was after Mrs. Dupont had left. Captain Barrett came, and took her away. I was sitting here thinking when two men came into the parlor."
"Who were they? Do you know?"
"One was the soldier who drives you about--Connors; the other a black-bearded, burly fellow called "Reb.""
"Mr. Dupont."
"What? Is that Dupont? Lord! No wonder she "s gone bad. Why, I thought her husband was a ranchman down South somewhere! This fellow is a tin-horn."
"He did run cattle once, years ago. I think he was quite well off, but drank and gambled it away. Papa told me all about it, but I found out he was the man by accident. He--is the one I am really afraid of."
She stopped, her eyes deserting his face, and stared out into the darkness. He waited, feeling vaguely that he had not heard all she intended to say.
"What more do you know?" he asked. "What was it you expected of me?"
She turned again, aroused by the question.
"Yes, I must tell you as quickly as I can, before I am missed. I did not know about Mrs. Dupont and Lieutenant Gaskins. I realized there was something between them--a--a--slight flirtation, but scarcely gave that a thought. What brought me here was a much more serious matter, yet this new information helps me to comprehend the other--the motives, I mean. Mrs. Dupont"s maiden name was Vera Carson?"
"Certainly; I knew her family well."
"She came here, and was received into our family as a daughter of my father"s sister. If true, her maiden name would have been Sarah Counts. Papa had no reason to suspect the deceit. He does not now, and I doubt if even your word would convince him, for he seems thoroughly under her influence. There has been such a change in him since she came; not all at once, you know, but gradual, until now he scarcely seems like the same man. I--I do not dislike Lieutenant Gaskins; he has been pleasant and attentive, but I do not care for him in any other way. Yet papa insists that I marry the man. Lately he has been very unkind about it, and--and I am sure she is urging him on.
What can I do? It is all so unpleasant."
Hamlin shook his head, but without reply.
"You will not tell me! Then I will tell you I shall say no! no! no!
In spite of them; I shall refuse to be sold. But how does that woman control my father?" she leaned closer in her earnestness, lowering her voice. "She has not won him by charms; he is afraid of her."
"Afraid? Are you certain of that?"
"Yes. I cannot tell you how I know; perhaps it is all womanly instinct, but I do know that he is terrorized; that he dare not oppose her wish. I have read the truth in his eyes, and I am sure he is harsh to me only because he is driven by some threat. What can it be?"
"You have never spoken to him of your suspicions? Asked him?"
"Yes and no. I tried once, and shall never forget the expression of his face. Then he turned on me in a perfect paroxysm of anger. I never even dared hint at the matter again."
The Sergeant stared out into the street, not knowing what to say, or how to advise. Almost unconscious of the action his hand stole along the rail until it touched hers.
"If the woman has not ensnared him by her usual methods," he said soberly, "and I think myself you are right about that, for I watched them together in the dance hall--I did not comprehend what it meant then, but it seemed to me he actually disliked being in her company--then she has uncovered something in his past of which he is afraid, something unknown to you, which he does not desire you ever to know."
"Yes," softly, "that must be true."
"No; it may not be true; it may all be a lie, concocted for a purpose.
A clever woman might so manipulate circ.u.mstances as to convince him she held his fate in her hands. We must find that out in this case."
"But how, Sergeant Hamlin? He will not tell me."
"Perhaps she will tell me if I can reach her alone," he said grimly, "or else that husband of hers--Dupont. He "ll know the whole story.
It would give me pleasure to choke it out of him--real pleasure. Then there "s Connors, just the sort of sneaking rat if he can be caught with the goods; only it is not likely he knows much. I shall have to think it all out, Miss Molly," he smiled at her confidently. "You see, I am a bit slow figuring puzzles, but I generally get them in time.
You "ve told me all you know?"
"Everything. It almost seems silly when I try to explain what I feel to another."
"Not to me. I knew enough before to understand. But, perhaps, you had better go--hush, some one is entering the parlor."
She got to her feet in spite of his restraining hand, startled and unnerved.
"Oh, I must not be seen here. Is there no other way?"
"No; be still for a moment; step back there in the shadow, and let me go in alone."
He stepped forward, his grasp already on the curtain, when a woman"s voice spoke within:
"Yes, that was what I meant; he does not know you--yet. But you must keep away."
CHAPTER XXI
MOLLY DISAPPEARS
The speaker was Mrs. Dupont, but Hamlin"s one thought was to prevent any discovery of Miss McDonald. Without an instant"s hesitation he drew aside the curtain, and stepped into the room.
"Pardon me," he said quietly, as the two started back at his rather abrupt entrance, "but I did not care to overhear your conversation. No doubt it was intended to be private."
[Ill.u.s.tration: The two started back at his rather abrupt entrance.]
The woman stepped somewhat in advance of her companion, as though to shield him from observation, instantly mastering her surprise.
"Nothing at all serious, Mr. Sergeant Hamlin," she retorted scornfully.
"Don"t be melodramatic, please; it gets on the nerves. If you must know, I was merely giving our ranch foreman a few final instructions, as he leaves to-morrow. Have you objections?"
"a.s.suredly not--your ranch foreman, you say? Met him before, I think.
You are the fellow I ordered out of this room, are n"t you?"
The man growled something unintelligible, but Mrs. Dupont prevented any direct reply.
"That"s all right, John," she broke in impatiently. "You understand what I want now, and need not remain any longer. I have a word to say myself to this man."
She waited an instant while he left the room; then her eyes defiantly met Hamlin"s.
"I was told you had driven every one out of here," she said coldly.
"What was the game?"