She was further incensed that he had revealed her to herself as a mere morbid unsatisfied girl, whose quarter of a century should be crowned by a little family of three; and at last she doubted if she had ever loved him at all. That she had been a mere female principle unable to escape its impersonal destiny disgusted her with life, but it served to restore her balance and philosophy.
Being a girl of brains and character she emerged from the encounter with pride still crested in the eyes of the man; and if his image was too deeply stamped into her imagination to prevent a recurrence of wild desire whenever she was so imprudent as to let her mind wander, she remembered that all great physical upheavals are followed by many minor shocks, and waited with what patience she could command for full delivery.
Of the sanguinary condition of the battle ground in his young friend"s soul Rush had a mere glimpse before she took heed and dissembled. He a.s.sumed that she either had fallen in love with him after the fashion of girls when they saw too much of a man, or that she was eager to marry and improve her condition. He reproached himself for thoughtlessness, renounced the long evenings in the pretty room with a sigh, and in his bachelor quarters read the books of her choice. He had a very kindly feeling for her, for he knew that he owed her a debt; if he had not met the other woman--who could tell? Moreover, as he conceived it to be his duty to shield her from spiteful comment, he danced with her in public and joined her on the street whenever they met.
But if he knew nothing of the intricate and interminable ramifications of s.e.x psychology, the infinite variety of moods peculiar to a woman in love, he was well enough aware that love is easily turned to hate, particularly when vanity has been deeply wounded; and although he had conceived a high esteem for Alys Crumley"s character during the weeks of their intimacy, he knew that men had been mistaken in their estimate of women before this, and that if she discovered that he loved another woman she might be capable of taking the basest revenge.
It was possible that she was the n.o.blest of her s.e.x, and he hoped she was, but as he considered her that night, he realised that it behooved him to walk warily nevertheless. By the time he could marry Enid Balfame, or even betray his desire to marry her, this crime would have pa.s.sed into county history. Of the real danger he never thought.
The vision evoked of Alys Crumley was accompanied by that of her home, and he looked round his stark bachelor quarters with a sigh.
The untidy sitting-room was crowded with law books and legal reviews; the maid had given it up in despair long since, and only swept out the ashes daily and dusted once a week.
In the small bedroom was an iron bed like a soldier"s; neckties hung from the chandelier; on the bureau and table beside the bed were more books, several by the young British authors of the moment for whom Miss Crumley had communicated some of her rather perfunctory enthusiasm.
He flung his clothes all over the room as he undressed. He hated bachelor quarters. Six months hence he would be the master of a home as exquisite as the woman he loved. Balfame! The man was dead, but as Rush thought of him his face turned almost black and his hands tingled and clenched. It would be long before he could hear that name mentioned without a hot uprush of hatred and loathing. But it subsided and he took a bath and "turned in."
CHAPTER X
As Rush walked to the Elks" Club for breakfast a few hours later he felt that suspicion was in the very air of Elsinore, the very leaves of the quiet Sunday streets rustled with it. Even on Atlantic Avenue there were knots of men discussing the murder, and in Main Street every man that pa.s.sed received a hard stare.
Rush was thankful to observe that all looked as if they had gone to bed late and slept little, and when he met Sam c.u.mmack on the steps of the clubhouse he realised the advantages of the habit of careful grooming to which the deceased"s brother-in-law was quite indifferent.
"Oh, Dwight!" groaned c.u.mmack, seizing his hand. "Where were you last night? I"d have liked to have you round."
"I was in Brooklyn and got back late. What"s your opinion?"
"I"ve had a dozen but they don"t seem to hold water. I guess it was a gunman, imported direct--though perhaps I"m just hoping it wasn"t one of them trollops did it--for the sake of the family as well as poor Dave"s name. I don"t want a scandal like that. Murder"s bad enough, the Lord knows."
"What sort of footsteps in the grounds?"
"Every kind we"ve got in Elsinore, I guess. About forty people were runnin" round the yard before the police came. Funny that Gifning didn"t think of that. But he says the breath was knocked out of him. Jimminy! I never knew anything to upset the town like this before--the county, you might say. The telephone"s been buzzin" till the girls have threatened to strike. An operator fainted this morning--wonder if Dave knew her?"
"Well, I am rather surprised to learn that Balfame was so popular--"
""Tain"t that only--though Dave still had lots of friends in spite of that ugly temper he was growin"; but we"ve all got enemies--every last one of us--and to be shot down at his own gate like that--Gee, it has given every man in town the creeps. We must get the man quick and make an example of him. I hope I"m drawn."
"I hope he doesn"t ask me to defend him. How is Mrs. Balfame bearing up?"
"Fine. She"s as cool as they make "em. I"d hate to be married to one of them cuc.u.mbers myself, but they"re d.a.m.ned convenient in times of trouble. Maybe she cared a lot for Dave; who knows? At any rate we must make people think she did. I don"t want suspicion pointing to her."
"What! It is incredible that you should think of such a thing." Rush, always pale, had turned as white as chalk. "You can"t mean that people are saying--"
"Not yet. But we"ve got to be prepared for anything, especially with these New York newspapermen on the trail. Unless we catch the murderer d.a.m.ned quick, every last one of us that was close to Dave that can"t prove an alibi will be suspected. Why, I walked with him for two blocks after he left my house--thought he might not be able to make it alone, and he wouldn"t go in the car; then, I didn"t go straight home, either.
I went to my office to straighten out something--Oh, Lord! don"t let"s talk of it; I must have been there alone, not a soul to see me, when he was shot. It gives me the horrors to think of it--"
"Nonsense! It was well known that you were his best friend. No one would think of you."
"They might! They might!"
"Well--about Mrs. Balfame?"
"Oh, she"s got the best alibi ever. She"d packed his suitcase and carried it downstairs, and even written a note describing some bag or other she wanted and pinned it to his coat. I was there when the police examined it. They"re not saying who they"re suspectin", but they"re doin" a heap of thinkin". Fact remains that she was alone in the front of the house--that mutt of a hired girl she"s got was way up in the back part groanin" with a toothache when I routed her out. If she wasn"t such a fright that Dave wouldn"t have looked at her--Well, the police know that Dave wasn"t what you might call a model husband; but Enid, so far as we all know, never rowed him. That"s the most tryin" sort, though, and generally conceals the most hate. But she had her clubs and all the rest of it. Maybe she didn"t care. I"m only wonderin" what Phipps thinks. That"s the reason I want her to see the newspapermen. She might throw them off the scent at least. Of course, they"d rather she"d done it than any one--"
"You won"t even hint to her that she may be suspected?" interrupted Rush, sharply.
"Oh, Lord, no. I"d never dare. Just persuade her somehow. Guess Anna or Polly can manage it."
Rush turned and walked down the steps. "I"ll go to the Elsinore to breakfast. The reporters are likely to show up there. I know Jim Broderick. We must be on the job all the time."
CHAPTER XI
To Dr. Anna alone Mrs. Balfame told the story of the night, although, implicit as was her trust, with certain reservations. She omitted the detail of the poisoned lemonade, but otherwise unburdened herself with freedom and relief.
"Before I knew where I was," she concluded, "there was the kitchen door closed behind me. I can"t understand why I lost my presence of mind. I could easily have run through the back door and out the front, and reached him about the time Gifning did."
Dr. Anna was drinking strong coffee. It was eight o"clock, and she had gone downstairs and made breakfast for her friend and herself, Frieda having retired to her room and bolted the door. The doctor had heard the whole story as soon as she arrived, but after an interval of sleep had asked for it again.
"I think it"s better as it is," she said thoughtfully. "No one could have seen you. The moon rose late; the night at that time must have been pitch dark. The trees alone would have shielded you, even had any one been watching. Suspicion never would fall on you anyhow; you are too far above it, and Dave had been insulting people right and left the last year. But you want to avoid blackmail. The only thing that disturbs me is that that girl may have been on the back stairs when you came in.
I"ll come in for lunch and talk to her then. You keep to your room.
Rest, and sleep if you can. I don"t fancy you"ll have early visitors.
Everybody"ll sleep late. I wish I could!"
"Will you stop in and see Dr. Lequeur about yourself--"
"If I can find a minute. Don"t worry about me. I"m tough, and the Lord knows I ought to be immune."
But she found no time to see a doctor in her own behalf and returned to the Balfame house between twelve and one. Reporters were sitting on the box hedge and on the doorstep. She evaded them good-naturedly, but it was some time before she was admitted by the rebellious Frieda, who had been summoned to the front door some sixteen times during the forenoon.
When Dr. Anna finally found herself in the dark hall she saw that Frieda"s face was swollen and tied up in a towel. The spectacle gave the doctor an instant opportunity.
"The worst infliction on earth, bar none!" she announced, following the maid into the kitchen. "Let me take a look at it? How long have you had it?"
"Two days," replied Frieda sullenly, unamenable to sympathy which offered no immediate surcease of pain.
"Abscess?"
"Don"t know."
Frieda"s mental processes were slow. Before she could follow the doctor"s the bandage was ripped off and a sharp eye was examining the inflamed interior of her cavernous mouth. A moment later Dr. Anna had opened her doctor"s bag and was anointing the surroundings of the tortured tooth with a brown liquid.