A smothered exclamation of dismay burst from Hugh"s lips.
"Eh, what? Miss Ridge, and your brother"s name--Smith?" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed the man of authority.
For a brief moment there was a pause of embarra.s.sment; and then with a dazzling, bewitching smile directed at her questioner, she electrified them both:
"Most a.s.suredly. Mr. Smith is my half-brother."
Hugh could have shouted for joy, as he watched the somewhat amused discomfiture of the officer.
"Where do you live?"
"St. Louis," gasped she, with blind confidence in luck.
"Oh, humph! Well, wait a minute," he said, and both were gratified to see a good-natured grin on his face. "Buckley, see if there is a family named Smith in Brooklyn with connection in St. Louis. Sit down, Miss Ridge, please, and don"t be worried. This is what we have to do. Your driver slugged another of his kind and he"s likely to die of the fall he got. We"ll have to use you as witnesses, that"s all, an" we must have you where we can put our hands on you in the mornin". The captain will be here in an hour or two and you can probably manage to give some kind of bond for your appearance. People like you don"t like to appear in court, you see, so we"ve got to make sure of you."
"But we must go to our--our dinner," she wailed so prettily that he coughed to cover his official severity.
"Can"t be helped, ma"am. Duty, you know. The captain will soon be here.
Would you like to telephone, sir?"
Hugh stared and looked embarra.s.sed. Who was there for him to talk to over the "phone? And that brought another ghastly thought to mind. Who could he ask to give security for his or her appearance in the morning?
He found words to say he would telephone to his friends, a bright idea suddenly coming to the rescue. Grace looked her amazement and alarm as he marched into the telephone booth. Bravely he called up Sherry"s and, with the sergeant listening, he sent word to the head waiter to inform Mr. ---- (mentioning the name of a very prominent society leader) that Mr. Smith and Miss Ridge were unavoidably detained and could not join the party until quite late, if at all. He came from the booth very much pleased with himself, and sat down beside Grace to await developments.
"What are we to do?" she whispered.
"Give me time to think, dear. I fooled him that time. Perhaps I can do it again. Great bluff, wasn"t it? What do you suppose Mr. ---- will think?"
"But if they should insist upon holding us till morning," she cried, on the verge of tears, trouble looming up like a mountain.
"They won"t dare do that. They"ll probably send us to a hotel with a plain-clothes man unless we give bond, but that"s all. I"ll try another bluff and see how it works. There"s no use kicking about it. We"re not in a position to stir up much of a row, you see, dear."
He tried it when the captain came in unexpectedly a few minutes later, and with the most gratifying results. He obtained consent to go with a plain-clothes man to a nearby restaurant for a "bite to eat." In the meantime he was to send a messenger boy with a note to an influential friend in Brooklyn, requesting him to hurry over and give security for their appearance. If this failed, they were to go to a hotel under guard.
"The only thing that sounds fishy about your story, Mr. Smith, is that you say you are brother and sister," said the captain. "Driving all afternoon in the park with your own sister? Queer."
"She"s from Missouri, you know," said Hugh with a fine inspiration. The captain laughed, even though he was not convinced.
"Now, Grace, dear," said Hugh as they waited for the cab to be called, "our adventure is on in dead earnest. We have to give this plain-clothes man the slip and get aboard the _Saint Cloud_ before they have time to think. They won"t look for us there and we"re safe."
"Hugh, I"m frightened half to death," she whispered. "Can we do it?
Would it not be wiser to give up the whole plan, Hugh, and--"
"Oh, Grace!" he cried, deep regret in his voice. "What a cad I am to be dragging you into all this sort of thing! Yes, dear. We"ll give it up.
We"ll go back to Chicago. It"s too much to ask of you. I"ll--"
"No, no, Hugh! Forgive me. I"ll be strong and firm. I wouldn"t give it up for all the world. I--I was just a bit weak for a second, you know.
It does look pretty big and wild, dear,--all that is ahead of us. But, after all, it"s like any sea voyage, isn"t it? Only we"re going to be married when it"s over. We Wouldn"t think anything of taking a trip to Manila under ordinary circ.u.mstances, would we? It"s all right, isn"t it?" He squeezed her hand cautiously but fervently.
To their disgust the plain-clothes man took the seat opposite them in the brougham, remarking as he did so that he had sense enough to get in out of the rain. They had no opportunity to concoct a plan for escape, and it was necessary for them to go on to the restaurant in Longacre Square. It occurred to Hugh that it would be timely to explain why they were not dressed for dinner. They were on their way to the hotel to dress when the fracas took place. The plain-clothes man was not interested. Evidently the authorities did not apprehend much trouble from the two young people; their guardian performed his duties perfunctorily and considerately. He even disappeared from view after they entered the restaurant.
"We"ll have that bird," said Hugh, "before we do anything else. I"m hungry. Haven"t eaten since last night, dear. I"ve been too excited to think of eating--or sleeping."
In a quiet corner of the big cafe they had their bird and just enough champagne to give them the courage that counts. With their heads close together they planned and plotted until they forgot the rain that pattered against the window panes, and dreariness turned to rosy a.s.surance.
"Just a little nerve, dear," said he as they arose. "Do as I have told you and trust to luck. It can"t fail."
The plain-clothes man was just outside the door. Scores of people were hurrying past, umbrellas raised in the face of the drizzle. Down Broadway the glare of lights was broken and left hazy in the fog like rain. The sidewalks in the distance looked like a bobbing field of black mushrooms, shiny and sleek. The air was chill with the wet shadows of a night that hated to surrender to the light of man.
"Where"s the cab?" demanded Hugh. "Get it up here quick. I don"t want to keep my friend waiting at the station. Come in and have a drink, officer. It"s no fun standing around this kind of weather. No job for a decent human being, I"d say. Especially when one"s set to watch respectable people and not criminals. This is a rattling good joke on me--and my sister. I need about three good, stiff drinks? We"ll go in next door here. Get into the cab, Marian, We won"t be inside two minutes."
If the plain-clothes man was willing to take the drink, all well and good, but if he refused--but he did not refuse. He looked carefully about, shivered appropriately, and said he "didn"t care if he did."
Grace urged them to hurry as she entered the cab and Hugh gave his promise. Scarcely had the two men pa.s.sed beyond the light screen doors when Grace Vernon coolly stepped from the cab and hurriedly made her way off through the crowd of umbrellas, first telling the driver to wait for her in front of the drug store.
A moment later she boarded a Broadway car, and excited, but intent only on reaching a place where she could safely engage a cab to take her to the dock. And all the time she was hoping and praying, not for herself, but for the important young gentleman who was clicking his righteous gla.s.s in a den of iniquity.
CHAPTER IV
READY FOR THE SEA
Ridgeway, his nerves tense and his eyes gleaming, marched his thoroughly chilled companion up to the bar. He manoeuvred so that the plain-clothes man stood with his back toward the door, and he seemed to be in no especial haste to attract the attention of the bartender. As they gave their order for drinks, Hugh saw Grace, in his mind"s eye, slipping from the carriage and off into the crowd--and every fibre of his heart was praying for success to attend her flight. He found himself talking glibly, even volubly to the watcher, surprised that he could be doing it with his mind so full of other thoughts.
"Awful night to be out. I"d hate to have a job like yours," he was rattling on, heaving intermittent breaths of relief as he saw the size of the drink the other was pouring out for himself.
"I"ve been at it for twelve years. I don"t mind anything just so it helps to make a comfortable home for the old lady and the kids."
"Ah, the kids," said Hugh, grasping at the subject as if it were the proverbial straw. "How I love kids! How many have you?"
"Four. The oldest is ten."
"They"re worth working for, I"ll bet. Nothing like children. How many have you?"
"Four," said the officer, looking at him in surprise.
"I"m a little deaf," explained Hugh, recovering himself quickly. "I thought you said ten."
"No; the oldest is ten. Yes; they"re worth slaving for. I"ve hung onto this job all these years just because it might go hard with "em if I gave it up and tried something else."
Hugh looked into the sober, serious face and a lump flew to his throat.
It struck him as probable that this man was to lose his position the next morning. A sort of pity a.s.sailed Ridgeway for an instant, but he put it away resolutely.
After all, he had Grace to think of and not the children of the plain-clothes man.
They had a second drink and it fired his brain with a gleeful desire for action. The plain-clothes man shivered as he swallowed the fiery stuff.
He looked thin and haggard and ill, a condition which Hugh, in his hatred, had failed to observe until this moment.
"You certainly have a home and some money saved up by this time," he said, trying to suppress the eager gleam in his eyes.