Mrs. De Peyster gave thanks when at last, toward one o"clock Jack and Mary and Judge Harvey went back to bed, leaving Matilda, Mr. Pyecroft, and herself. It had previously been settled that Mr. Pyecroft was to have Jack"s old room, Matilda was, of course, to have her usual quarters, and Mrs. De Peyster was to have the room adjoining Matilda"s, that formerly was occupied by Mrs. De Peyster"s second maid.
"Say, that was certainly one close shave," Mr. Pyecroft whispered at the door of her room. "Perhaps we"d better beat it from here. If that Judge ever places me! And you, if those people ever get a fair look at your face, they"ll see your likeness to Mrs. De Peyster and they"ll guess what our game is--sure! You"ll promise to be careful?"
Mrs. De Peyster promised.
Fifteen minutes later, having been undressed by Matilda, she was lying in the dark on a narrow bed, hard, very hard, as hard as Mrs.
Gilbert"s folding contrivance--and once more, after this her second move, she was studying the items of her situation.
She had daily to mix with, strive to avoid, Jack and Mary. And Jack had casually remarked that Judge Harvey would be frequently dropping in.
And there was that bland, incorrigible Pyecroft, whom she seemed to have become hopelessly tied to; Pyecroft, irresistibly insisting that she should swindle herself, and whom she saw no way of denying.
Suppose Pyecroft should find out? He might.
Suppose Jack and Mary should find out? They might.
Suppose Judge Harvey should find out? He might.
And suppose all this business of her not going to Europe, but staying in her shuttered house--her flight from home--her humiliating experiences in an ordinary boarding-house where she pa.s.sed as a housekeeper--her being forced into a plan to rob herself--suppose Mrs.
Allistair should find out? And Mrs. Allistair, she well knew, might somehow stumble upon all this; for she remembered how Mrs. Allistair had tried, and perhaps was still trying, to get some piquant bit of evidence against her in that Duke de Crecy affair. And if Mrs.
Allistair did find out--
What a scandal!
And since her fate had become so inextricably tied up with the fates of others, and since the exposure of others might involve the exposure of her, there were yet further sources of danger. For--
There was that awful reporter watching the house, after Jack!
There were the police, after Pyecroft!
She shuddered. This was only the seventh day since her inspired idea had been born within her. And it was only that very day that she had landed at Cherbourg. Three months must pa.s.s before Olivetta, in the role of Mrs. De Peyster, would return, and she could be herself again--if they could ever, ever manage their expected re-exchange of personalities in this awful mess.
Only seven days thus far. Three more months of this!
Three ... more ... months!...
But at length she slept; slept deeply, for she had the gift of sleep in its perfection; slept a complete and flawless oblivion. So that when she awoke Sat.u.r.day, refreshed, and glanced blinking about from her thin pillow she did not at first remember where she was. This low room, four by seven feet, with a narrow bed penitentially hard, a stationary wash-basin, a row of iron clothes-hooks, a foot-high oblong window above her head--what was it? How had she come here? And had any one ever before lived in such a cell?
Then memory came flooding back. This was her second maid"s room.
She was Angelica Simpson Jones, sister of Matilda, a poor, diffident creature with defective hearing and pitifully disfigured face. And in the house were Mr. Pyecroft, and Jack and Mary, and Judge Harvey was a frequent visitor. And besides these, there were all the other sources of danger!
She was now poignantly awake.
While she was still in this process of realization, there was a soft knock at her door and a whispered, "It"s Matilda, ma"am," at her keyhole. She unlocked the door, admitted Matilda, and crept back into her second maid"s bed. They gazed at each other a moment without speaking. Matilda"s face was gray with awe and helpless woe.
They whispered about their predicament. What should they do? Should they flee again?--and how?--and where?--and what good would flight do them, especially since Mr. Pyecroft might once more follow? Twice they had leaped from the frying-pan, and each time had landed in a fire hotter than the one preceding. A third flight might drop them into a fire worse even than this in which they now sizzled.
And as for the specific plan which had brought them back--for Mrs. De Peyster to steal unnoticed into her suite and hide there--that seemed impossible of achievement with all these people circulating about the house, especially that all-observing Mr. Pyecroft. If Mr. Pyecroft should catch her in one suspicious move, then his quick mind would deduce the rest, and everything would be up--everything!
There was, of course, yet another way--to give up and disclose her ident.i.ty herself. But she was now far, far too deeply involved: to confess and thus by her own act bring limitless and appalling humiliation on herself, this was unthinkable! She must go on, on, blindly on--with the desperate hope that in some manner now unseen she might in the end disentangle herself and come out of the affair undiscovered and with dignity untarnished. The two were still whispering over their predicament, when at the door sounded another knock, loud and confident. They caught at each other. The knocking was repeated.
"Who"s that?" Matilda asked, at Mrs. De Peyster"s prompting.
"It"s Archibald," answered a bland voice.
"Ma"am, shall I let him in?" breathed Matilda.
"We don"t dare keep him out," breathed Mrs. De Peyster.
Matilda admitted him. Even in the semi-darkness of the room, due to the green shutters being closed, Mrs. De Peyster could see that he was admirably transformed from the raven Mr. Pyecroft of the night before.
He had on a gray modish suit, with lavender tie and socks to match; and looked natty and young and spirited and quite prepared for anything.
"Good morning, sisters," he greeted them pleasantly. "I see you are admiring my new spring outfit. Not at all bad, is it?" He turned slowly about, for their better observation; then grinned and lowered his voice: "It"s young De Peyster"s; found it in his room, and helped myself. Burned my clergyman"s outfit in the kitchen range before any one was up; best to leave no clues lying around."
He, too, had come to talk plans, and quickly Mr. Pyecroft settled them. This was a dangerous place for him, with Judge Harvey coming and going; but to stay here was a safer risk than to venture forth until the hue and cry of the police had quieted. It was a dangerous place also for his dear sister Angelica, but if on the plea of indisposition she would stay in this dusky room and would keep her disfigured face hidden when any member of the household chanced to come in (they would all understand, and sympathize with, her painful diffidence), why, there was an excellent chance of her pulling through without discovery. It was obvious that they dared not keep out Jack and Mary, and perhaps Judge Harvey, should these be inspired to make friendly calls. To forbid their visits would arouse suspicion. And if it were said Angelica was too ill to see any one, then they would demand that a doctor be called in--and a doctor would mean exposure. Their visits must be permitted; no doubt of that; but if dear Angelica were only careful, extremely careful, and kept her head, all would go well.
Yes, summarized Mr. Pyecroft, the best plan for them was to remain here for the present. Then when the safe and appropriate moment arrived, they could make their get-away.
From quite other reasons, Mrs. De Peyster accepted this plan. After the strain of the past week, particularly after the wild emotional oscillations of the preceding night, she wished just to lie there in the dusk, and breathe--and breathe--and breathe some more--and recover life.
Matilda suggested that she bring up breakfast for Mrs. De Peyster, and Mr. Pyecroft begged her to discover and set out something below for him, for his stomach was a torturing vacuum. Matilda went down, leaving Mr. Pyecroft behind in the room, discussing further details of their immediate campaign; and presently she returned, trembling, with a tray, Jack and Mary just behind her. Mrs. De Peyster did not need to be prompted to turn her face toward the wall, and into the deeper shadow that there prevailed. Mr. Pyecroft casually sat down upon the bed near its head, making an excellent further screen.
Mr. Pyecroft noted that Jack was observing his raiment. "I trust, Mr. De Peyster, you will pardon the liberty I have taken with your clothes. My own were still wet from last night."
"That"s all right," said Jack. "But, say, Matilda, have your sister eat her breakfast. What we"ve come to talk about can wait."
But Matilda"s sister, after all, wished no breakfast. And solicitation could not rouse in her an appet.i.te.
"Very well," said Jack. "Then to the point. I thought we"d better all get together on the matter at once. It"s about food."
"Food?" queried Mr. Pyecroft, a bit blankly.
"Yes, and it"s some problem, you bet. Here"s a house that is supposed to be empty. And within this empty house are five adults. Do you get me?"
"Isn"t it terrible!" cried Mary.
"Five adults," repeated Jack. "How are we going to get food in here for them without exciting suspicion?"
"As you say," mused Mr. Pyecroft with a wry face, "that is certainly some problem. My own appet.i.te is already one magnitudinous toothache."
Jack enlarged upon their situation.
"Since Judge Harvey tipped me off to the fact that the newspapers smelled a story, and since that reporter Mayfair and other reporters began to watch this house, I"ve had to give up going out. We two would have starved but for what Judge Harvey and William managed to slip in to us. Even with that, we"ve almost starved. In fact, we"ve been driven by hunger about to the point of giving in, going out, acknowledging our marriage and taking the consequences."
Mrs. De Peyster, face buried in the shadow, thrilled with a sudden rush of hope. If Jack and Mary should leave the house, then half her danger would be ended!
"But, you see, since that news yesterday about mother being so sick in Europe," Jack continued solicitously, "I feel that, in her weakened condition, the news of our marriage might be a very severe shock for her. So for her sake we"re going to keep the thing secret for a while yet, and stick it out here."