"Pardon my interruption," he explained, bowing, "but you were gone so long, Mrs. Dupont, I feared some accident."
She laughed lightly.
"You are very excusable. No doubt I have been here longer than I supposed."
The officer"s eyes surveyed the soldier standing erect, his hand lifted in salute. The situation puzzled him.
"Sergeant Hamlin, how are you here? On leave?"
"Yes, sir."
"Of course this is rather unusual, Captain Barrett," said the lady hastily, tapping the astonished officer lightly with her fan, "but I was once quite well acquainted with Sergeant Hamlin when he was a major of the Fourth Texas Infantry during the late war. He and my husband were intimates. Naturally I was delighted to meet with him again."
The Captain stared at the man"s rigid figure.
"Good Lord, I never knew that, Hamlin," he exclaimed. "Glad to know it, my man. You see," he explained lamely, "we get all kinds of fellows in the ranks, and are not interested in their past history. I "ve had Hamlin under my command for two years now, and hanged if I knew anything about him, except that he was a good soldier. Were you ready to go, Mrs. Dupont?"
"Oh, yes; we have exhausted all our reminiscences. Good-bye, Sergeant; so glad to have met you again."
She extended her ungloved hand, a single diamond glittering in the light. He accepted it silently, aware of the slight pressure of her fingers. Then the Captain a.s.sisted her through the window, and the falling curtain veiled them from view.
CHAPTER XVIII
ANOTHER MESSAGE
Hamlin sank back on the bench and leaned his head on his hand. Had anything been accomplished by this interview? One thing, at least--he had thoroughly demonstrated that the charm once exercised over his imagination by this beautiful woman had completely vanished. He saw her now as she was--heartless, selfish, using her spell of beauty for her own sordid ends. If there had been left a shred of romance in his memory of her, it was now completely shattered. Her coolness, her adroit changing of moods, convinced him she was playing a game. What game? Nothing in her words had revealed its nature, yet the man instinctively felt that it must involve Molly McDonald. Laboriously he reviewed, word by word, each sentence exchanged, striving to find some clue. He had p.r.i.c.ked her in the Gaskins affair, there was no doubt of that; she knew, or at least suspected, the party firing the shot. She denied at first having been married to Le Fevre, and yet later had been compelled to acknowledge that marriage. There then was a deliberate falsehood, which must have been told for a purpose. What purpose? Did she imagine it would make any difference with him, or did she seek to shield Le Fevre from discovery? The latter reason appeared the more probable, for the man must have been in the neighborhood lately, else where did that haversack come from?
So engrossed was Hamlin with these thoughts that he hardly realized that some one had lifted the window curtain cautiously. The beam of light flashed across him, disappearing before he could lift his head to ascertain the cause. Then a voice spoke, and he leaned back to listen.
"Not there; gone back to the dance likely, while we were at the bar."
"n.o.body out there?" this fellow growled his words.
"Some soldier asleep with his head on the rail; drunk, I reckon. Who was she with this time?"
"Barrett."
"Who? Oh, yes, the fellow who brought in that troop of the Seventh.
Lord, the old girl is getting her hooks into him early. Well, as long as Gaskins is laid up, she may as well amuse herself somewhere else.
Barrett is rather a good looker, isn"t he? Do you know anything about the man? Has he got any stuff?"
"Don"t know," answered the gruff voice. "He "s a West Pointer. Vera likes to amuse herself once in a while; that"s the woman of it. Heard from Gaskins to-night?"
"Oh, he "s all right," the man laughed. "That little p.r.i.c.k frightened him though. Shut up like a clam."
"So I heard. He "ll pay to keep the story quiet, all right. As soon as he is well enough to come down here, we "ll tap his bundle. Swore he was shot by a cavalry sergeant, did n"t he?"
"And sticks to it like a mule. Must have it in for that fellow. Well, it helped our get-a-way."
"Yes, we "re safe enough, unless Gaskins talks, and he "s so in love with the McDonald girl he "ll spiel out big rather than have any scandal now. Wish I could get a word with Vera to-night; she ought to see him to-morrow--compa.s.sion, womanly sympathy, and all that rot, you know, helps the game. Let"s drift over toward the Palace, Dan, and maybe I can give her the sign."
Hamlin caught a glimpse of their backs as they pa.s.sed out--one in infantry fatigue, the other, a heavier built man, fairly well dressed in citizen"s clothes. Inspired by a desire to see their features the Sergeant swung himself over the rail, and dropped lightly to the ground. In another moment he was out on the street, in front of the hotel, watching the open door. The two pa.s.sed within a few feet of him, clearly revealed in the light streaming from the dance hall. The soldier lagged somewhat behind, an insignificant, rat-faced fellow, but the larger man walked straight, with squared shoulders. He wore a broad-brimmed hat pulled low over his eyes, and a black beard concealed the lower portion of his face. Hamlin followed as the two pushed their way up among the idle crowd congregated on the wooden steps, and peered in through the wide doorway. Satisfied that he would recognize both worthies when they met again, and realizing now something of the plot being operated, Hamlin edged in closer toward the sergeant who was guarding the entrance. The latter recognized him with a nod.
"Pretty busy, Masters?"
"Have been, but there will be a lull now; when they come back from supper there "ll be another rush likely. Would you mind taking my job a minute while I go outside?"
"Not in the least; take your time. Let me see what the tickets look like. That "s all right--say, Masters, before you go, do you know that big duffer with a black beard in the front line?"
The other gave a quick glance down the faces.
"I"ve seen him before; dealt faro at the Poodle Dog a while; said to be a gun-man. Never heard his name. Oh, yes, come to think about it, they called him "Reb"--Confed soldier, I reckon. Ain"t seen him before for a month. Got into some kind off a shootin" sc.r.a.p up at Mike Kelly"s and skipped out ahead of the marshal. Why?"
"Nothing particular--looks familiar, that "s all. Who "s the soldier behind him--the thin-faced runt?"
"Connors. Some river-rat the recruiting officers picked up in New York; in the guard-house most of the time; driver for Major McDonald when he happens to be sober enough."
"That is where I saw him then, driving the ladies. Knew I had seen that mug before."
Left alone, except for the infantry man at the other side of the entrance, and with nothing to do beyond keeping back the little crowd of curious watchers thronging the steps, Hamlin interested himself in the a.s.sembly, although keenly conscious of those two men who continued to linger, staring into the brilliantly lighted room. That the two were closely involved with Mrs. Dupont in some money-making scheme, closely verging on crime, was already sufficiently clear to the Sergeant"s mind. He had overheard enough to grasp this fact, yet the full nature of the scheme was not apparent. Without doubt it involved Gaskins as a victim; possibly Barrett also, but Hamlin was not inclined to interfere personally for the protection of either of these officers.
They could look after themselves, and, if they succ.u.mbed to the charms of the lady, and it cost something, why, that was none of his affair.
But somehow the suspicion had come to him that he had accidentally stumbled upon a more complicated plot than mere blackmail. Mrs.
Dupont"s intimacy with Molly, and the use she was making of her distant relationship with the Major to further her ends, made him eager to delve deeper into her real purpose. At least these two, apparently ignorant of their guest"s true character, should be warned, or, if that was impossible, protected from imposture. Their open friendliness and social endors.e.m.e.nt were the woman"s stock in trade at Dodge, and whatever the final _denouement_ might be, McDonald and his daughter would inevitably share in the ensuing disgrace of discovery. Even if they were not also victimized, they would be held largely responsible for the losses of others. Had Hamlin been a commissioned officer he would have known what to do--his plain duty as a friend would have taken form in a frankly spoken warning. But, as it was, the chains of discipline, of social rank, made it seemingly impossible for him to approach either the Major or his daughter openly. He did not actually know enough to venture such an interview, and mere suspicion, even though coupled with his former intimacy with the woman, was not sufficient excuse for his interference. The Major would treat the revelation with indifference, even disbelief, and Miss Molly might even resent his meddling in the affair. Besides he was not altogether convinced that the girl had not been actually present at, and in some manner connected with, the attack on Gaskins. The memory of that face, shrinking behind the corner of the barrack wall, remained clear in his mind. He might be mistaken, but perhaps it would be best to go slow.
It was a huge, bare hall, although the walls were concealed by flags, while other draperies were festooned along the rafters. The band was stationed upon a raised platform at the rear, and a hundred couples occupied the floor. The men present were largely officers attired in dress-uniforms, although there was a considerable sprinkling of civilians, a few conspicuous in garments of the latest cut and style.
Evidently invitations had been widely spread, and, considering time and place, liberally responded to. Among the women present the Sergeant saw very few he recognized, yet it was comparatively easy to cla.s.sify the majority--officers" wives; the frontier helpmates of the more prominent merchants of the town; women from the surrounding ranches, who had deserted their homes until the Indian scare ceased; a scattered few from pretentious small cities to the eastward, and, here and there, younger faces, representing ranchmen"s daughters, with a school-teacher or two. Altogether they made rather a brave show, occasionally exhibiting toilets worthy of admiring glances, never lacking ardent partners, and entering with unalloyed enthusiasm into the evening"s pleasure. The big room presented a scene of brilliant color, of ceaselessly moving figures; the air was resonant with laughter and trembling to the dashing strains of the band. Primitive as it was in many respects, to Hamlin, long isolated in small frontier posts, the scene was strangely attractive, his imagination responding to the glow of color, the merry chime of voices, the tripping of feet. The smiling faces flashed past, his ears caught whispered words, his eyes followed the flying figures. For the moment the man forgot himself in this new environment of thoughtless pleasure.
From among that merry throng of strangers, his eyes soon distinguished that one in whom he felt special interest--Mrs. Dupont, dancing now with McDonald, the rather corpulent Major exhibiting almost youthful agility under the inspiration of music. The lady talked with animation, as they circled among the others on the floor, her red lips close to her partner"s ear, but Hamlin, suspicious and watchful, noted that her eyes were busy elsewhere, scanning the faces. They swept over him apparently unseeing, but as the two circled swiftly by, the hand resting lightly on the Major"s shoulder was uplifted suddenly in a peculiar, suggestive movement. He stared after them until they were lost in the crowd, feeling confident that the motion of those white-gloved fingers was meant as a signal of warning. To whom was it conveyed? He glanced aside at the jam of figures in the doorway. Both the black-whiskered man and Connors had disappeared. It _was_ a signal then, instantly understood and obeyed.
The Sergeant had scarcely grasped this fact when his attention was diverted by the appearance of Miss McDonald. She was dancing with a civilian, an immaculately dressed individual with ruddy, boyish face.
His intense admiration of his partner was plainly evident, and the girl, simply dressed in white, her cheeks flushed, her dark eyes bright with enjoyment, set Hamlin"s cool nerves throbbing. He could not resist gazing at her, and, as their eyes met, she bowed, the full red lips parting in a smile of recognition. There was no reservation, no restraint in that quick greeting, as she whirled by; he could not fail to comprehend its full significance--she had not forgotten, had no desire to forget. What he imagined he read in her face swept all else from his mind instantly, and, with eager eyes, he followed her slight, girlish figure as they circled the hall. The music ceased, and he still watched as the lad led her to a seat, himself sinking into a chair beside her. Then the pa.s.sing out of several men, who desired return checks, claimed his attention. When the last of these had disappeared, he glanced again in her direction. She was alone, and her young partner was walking toward him across the deserted floor. The lad came to the door, which by now contained few loiterers, and stood there a moment gazing out into the street.
"Are you Sergeant Hamlin?" he asked quietly.
"Yes."
"Miss McDonald requested me to hand you this note un.o.bserved. I have no knowledge of its contents."
Hamlin felt the flutter of the paper in his palm, and stood silent, clinging to it, as the other carelessly recrossed the room. She was looking toward him, but he made no motion to unfold the missive, until his eyes, searching the chairs, had located Mrs. Dupont. The very secret of delivery made him cautious, made him suspect it had to do with that woman. She was beside the band-stand, still conversing with the Major, apparently oblivious to any other presence, her face turned aside. a.s.sured of this, he opened the paper, and glanced at the few hastily scribbled lines.
"I trust you, and you must believe I do not do this without cause.
During the intermission be in the hotel parlor."