"No," he said, "you can take this Navajoa or I"ll quit and go somewhere else. I wouldn"t put up a single share of Tecolote if you"d give me your whole, danged bank."
"Very well," said the president with a fleeting smile, "we"ll accept your Navajoa. My secretary will arrange it--but mind this is on a call loan! Give him credit for five hundred more," he added and the clerk showed Rimrock out.
There are certain formalities that the richest must observe before they can borrow half a million and it was nearly noon before Rimrock was free and on his way to the hotel. He was just leaping out of his taxicab when he saw Mrs. Hardesty reeling towards him.
"Oh, Rimrock!" she gasped, "I"ve had such a blow--won"t you take me back to my rooms? Oh, I can"t explain it, but Whitney H. Stoddard is trying to force me to give up my stock! That Tecolote stock----"
"Here, get into this taxi!" said Rimrock on the instant, "now where do you want to go?"
"To the St. Cyngia on Ninety-fifth Street--and hurry!" she commanded; and the chauffeur slammed the door.
"Now what"s the matter?" demanded Rimrock hurriedly. "I haven"t got a minute to spare. Did you notice Navajoa? Well, I"ve got a buy order in----"
"Oh, no! I"ve seen nothing--not since he sent me that message! It seems he"s back in town."
"Who? Whitney Stoddard? Well, let me get out then--I"ve got to get back to that tape!"
"Oh, no!" she murmured sinking against him with a shudder, "don"t go and leave me alone. I need your help, Rimrock! My whole fortune is involved. It"s either that or give back the stock."
"What stock?" asked Rimrock, "that two thousand Tecolote? Well, you just give that to me! Have you really got it, or are you just stalling? Let me look at it and I"ll see you through h.e.l.l!"
"It"s in my apartment," she answered weakly. "I"ll show it to you when we are there. Ah, Rimrock, something told me you would come to save me. But--oh, I"m ready to fall."
She dropped against him and the startled Rimrock took her quickly within his arm. They rode on swiftly and as she lay panting on his breast she told him the story of her misfortune.
"I don"t deserve it," she said, "to have you help me, because I started to do you a wrong. I didn"t know you then, nor your generous heart--and so I made the agreement with Stoddard. I was to go to Gunsight and get acquainted with you and get you to come back to New York--and for that I was to receive two thousand shares of Tecolote stock. Oh, not as a present--I"d never think of that--but far below what they are worth. It would take all the money I had in the world just to make a part payment on the stock. But I knew how wonderfully valuable they were and so I took the chance."
She sighed and leaned against him closer while Rimrock listened eagerly for the rest.
"Can you understand now why I"ve seemed worried, and anxious and why I"ve concealed my affairs? I went there and met you, but when I refused to betray you I found I was caught in a trap. Whitney Stoddard is hounding you in every possible way to make you give up your mine, and after I refused to give back my stock he set out deliberately to ruin me!"
She shuddered and lay silent and Rimrock moved uneasily.
"What was it he wanted you to do?" he asked at last and she tore herself swiftly away.
"I can"t tell you--here. But come up to my rooms. I defied him, but I did it for you."
She fell quickly to rearranging her hair and hat in preparation for the short dash past the doorman and at the end she looked at him and smiled.
"I knew you would come," she said; and as he helped her out he thrilled to the touch of her hand. At odd times before she had seemed old and blase, but now she was young and all-alive. He dismissed the taxi without a thought of his business and they hurried up to her apartments. She let herself in and as she locked the door behind them she reached up and took his big hat.
"You must stay a while," she said. "The servants are gone and I have no one to protect me if they come to serve the papers. Just start the fire--and if anyone knocks don"t let them break down the door."
She smiled again and a sudden giddiness seemed to blind Rimrock and make him doubt where he was. He looked about at the silken rugs and the luxurious hangings on the walls and wondered if it was the same place as before. Even when he lit the laid fire and sank down on a divan he still felt the sweet confusion of a dream; and then she came back, suddenly transformed by a soft house-gown, and looked him questioningly in the face.
"Can you guess," she asked as she sat down beside him, "what it was that he wanted me to do? No, not to betray you or get possession of your stock--all he asked was that I should marry you."
"Marry me!" exclaimed Rimrock and his keen, staring eyes suddenly narrowed as she bowed her head.
"Yes, marry you," she said. "That was what made it so hard. Did you notice, when I stopped inviting you here? I was afraid, my Rimrock; I was afraid I might forget and--marry you. That was the one spot where Stoddard"s plan failed, he forgot that I might fall in love. I loved you, Rimrock, loved you too much to marry you, and so I broke up all his plans. If I had married you, don"t you see how easy it would have been for me to get hold of your stock? And that girl out there--the one I don"t like--she would have thrown her vote to Stoddard. That alone would give him control, they would have fifty per cent. of the stock."
"No they wouldn"t," corrected Rimrock, "not if you"ve got that two thousand. That would give us fifty-one per cent!"
A shadow of annoyance pa.s.sed over her face, as if some part of her plan had gone wrong, and then her eyes took on a fire.
""_Us_?"" she said. "Would you have married me, Rimrock? But surely, not for the stock! Oh, I wish sometimes----" She stopped abruptly and looked at him strangely and then she hurried on. "Ah, no," she sighed, "that can never be--you are in love with that other woman--out there.
When you met her at the opera, you forgot all about me. You went off and left me alone. If Whitney H. Stoddard had called me up then!" Her eyes flashed dangerously and she looked away, at which Rimrock glanced quickly at his watch.
"By--grab!" he exclaimed half-rising to his feet, "do you know it"s half-past twelve? Say, where"s your telephone? I"ve got a deal on in Navajoa and I"ve just got to find out where I am!"
She rose up suddenly and turned to face him with a look of queenly scorn.
"I have no telephone!" she answered evenly, "and if I did have I would not lend it to you. You"re just like the rest of these men, I see; you think in terms of stocks. I should have done as Stoddard said, and paid you back for your rudeness. Do you know, Mr. Jones, that you think more of money than of anything else in the world? Are you aware of the fact that all the love and devotion that any poor woman might bestow would be wholly wasted, and worse than wasted, on a miserable stock-gambler like you! Ah, I was a fool!" she burst out, stamping her foot in a pa.s.sion; and then she sank back on the divan and wept.
Rimrock stood and gazed at her, then glanced absently at his watch and looked about, shamefaced, for a "phone. But in that elegant apartment, with its rich furnishings and tapestries there was no place for a crude, commercial telephone, and the door to the inner room was closed.
He turned towards the outer door, for his business was urgent, but she had carried off the key. He stirred uneasily, and a shrewd doubt a.s.sailed him for her weeping seemed all at once sophisticated and forced; and at the moment she raised her head. One look and she had cast herself upon him and twined her arms about his neck.
"I can"t help it! I can"t help it!" she sobbed convulsively and drew down his head and kissed him. "I can"t help it!" she whispered. "I love you, Rimrock; I can"t bear to let you go!"
She clung to him pa.s.sionately and with tremulous laughter tugged to draw him back to the divan, but Rimrock stood upright and stubborn.
Some strange influence, some memory, seemed to sweep into his brain and make him immune to her charm. It was the memory of a kiss, but not like her kisses; a kiss that was impulsive and shy. He pondered laboriously, while he took hold of her hands and slowly drew them away, and then his strong grip tightened. It was the kiss that Mary had given him in prison, when she had laid her cheek against the bars!
That kiss had haunted him through the long months of waiting, and it rose in his memory now, when perhaps it were better forgotten. He put away the hands that still clung and petted and gazed fiercely into her eyes. And the woman faced him--without a tear on her cheek for all the false weeping she had done.
"How"s this?" he said and as she sensed his suspicion she jerked back in sudden defiance.
"A stock-jobber!" she mocked. "All you think of is money. The love of a woman is nothing to you!"
"Aw, cut out that talk!" commanded Rimrock brutally. "Some women are stock-jobbers, too. And speaking of stock, just give me a look at those two thousand shares of Tecolote."
A sullen, sulky pout distorted her mouth and she made a face like a wilful girl.
"You"d s.n.a.t.c.h them," she said, "and run away and leave me. And then what would I say to Stoddard?"
"Are you working for him?" he asked directly and she threw out her arms in a pet.
"No! I wish I were, but it"s too late now. I might have made money, but as it is I stand to lose everything."
"Oh, you stand to lose everything, do you? Well say, that reminds me, I guess I stand about the same!"
He picked up his hat and started for the door, but she caught him by the arm.
"You"re going to that woman!" she hissed vindictively, "perhaps I can tell you something about her. Well, I can!" she declared, "and I can prove it, too. I can prove it by my Tecolote stock."
"You haven"t got any stock," answered Rimrock roughly. But he stopped and she drew back and smiled.
"Oh!" she said as she noted his interest, "you"re beginning to believe me now. Well, I can show you by the endors.e.m.e.nt where she sold out to Stoddard over a month before I came. She sold him two thousand shares of Tecolote for exactly two million dollars--and that"s why she left when I came. She was afraid you would find her out. But you, you poor fool, you thought she was perfect; and had left because her feelings were hurt! But she couldn"t fool me, I could read her like a book, and I"ll tell you what she has done."
"You"ll do nothing of the kind!" broke in Rimrock savagely, "you"ll go and get me that stock. I won"t believe a word you say----"