"I have had no time to make one yet."
"Will you listen to mine?"
"Do not I always listen to you with the greatest respect?" She was the charming woman again. "Mr. McLane told me that I was to follow your advice--I have an idea you have engineered this whole affair!--But if he hadn"t--well, I have every reason to be humbly grateful to you. If this terrible tangle ever unravels I shall owe it to you."
"Then listen to me now. What I said--that his actions prove that he cares for you as much as ever--is true. But--you might come upon him in a condition where he would not recognize you, or was morose from too much drink or too little; and for the moment he would hate you, either because you reminded him too forcibly of what he had been and was, or because it degraded him further to be seen by you in such a state. He could make himself excessively disagreeable sober. Drunk, panic stricken, reckless, I should think he might achieve a masterpiece in that line that would make you feel like ten cents.... This is my plan.
I"ll go on at once and prepare him. Get him down to his home in Virginia on one pretence or another, sober him up by degrees, and then tell him all you have been through for his sake, and that as soon as you are free you will come to him. He"ll be a little more like himself by that time and can stand having you look at him.... It"ll be no easy task at first; and I"ll have to taper him off to prevent any blow to his heart. There may be relapses, and the whole thing to do over; but I shall use the talisman of your name as soon as he is in a condition to understand, and shall succeed in the end. Once let the idea take hold of him that he can have you at last and it is only a question of time."
She made no reply for a moment. She sat with her eyes on his as he spoke. At first they had opened widely, melted and flashed. But they narrowed slowly. As he finished she turned her profile toward him and he had never seen a cameo look harder.
"That would be an easy way out," she said. "But it does not appeal to me. Nothing easy appeals to me these days. I"ll fight my own battles and overcome my own obstacles. Besides, he"s mine. He shall owe nothing to any one but to me. I"ll find him and cure him myself."
"But you"ll have a hard time finding him. He disappears for weeks at a time. Even Tom Lacey might not be able to help you."
"I"ll find him."
"You may have to haunt the most abominable places."
"You seem to forget that I have haunted a good many abominable places.
And if they are good enough for him they are good enough for me."
"New York has the worst set of roughs in the world. Our hoodlums are lambs beside them."
"I have no fear of anything but not finding him in time."
"But that is not the worst. You should not see him in that state. You might find him literally in the gutter. He might be a sight you never could forget. No matter what you made of him you never could obliterate such a hideous memory. And he might say things to you that your outraged pride would never forgive."
"I can forget anything I choose. Nor could anything he said, nor anything he may have become, horrify me. Don"t you think I have pictured all that? I think of him every moment and I am not a coward. I have imagined things that may be worse than the reality."
"Hardly. But there is another danger. You might kidnap him and get him sobered up, only to lose him again. He might be so overcome with shame that he would cut loose and hide where you would never find him.
Remember, his pride was as great as yours."
"I"d track him to the ends of the earth. He"s mine and I"ll have him."
Holt stared at her for a moment in perplexity, then laughed. "You are a liberal education, Madeleine. Just as I think I really know you at last you break out in a new place. Masters will have an interesting life.
You must be a sort of continued-in-our-next story for any one who has the right to love and live with you. But for any one else who has loved you it must be death and d.a.m.nation."
She stole a glance at him, wondering if he loved her. If he did he had never made a sign, and at the moment he seemed to be appraising her with his sharp cool blue eyes.
"I was thinking of the doctor," he said calmly. "Although, of course, there must have been a good many in a more or less idiotic state over the reigning toast."
"The reigning toast!... Well, I"ll never be that again. But it won"t matter if--when--You are to promise me you will not write to him!"
"Oh, yes, I promise." Holt had been rapidly formulating his own plans.
"But you"ll let me give you a letter to Lacey? It"s a wild goose chase but a little advice might help."
"I should have asked you for a line to Mr. Lacey. I don"t wish to waste time if I can help it."
He rose. "Well, there"s a pile of blank paper and a soft pencil waiting for me. I"ve an editorial to write on the low-lived politics of San Francisco, and another on the increasing number of murders in our fair city. Look at the fog sailing in through the Golden Gate, pushing itself along like the prow of a ship. You"ll never see anything as beautiful as California again. But I suppose that worries you a lot."
She smiled, a little mysterious smile, but she did not reply, and they walked down to the ferry slip in silence.
XL
Madeline went directly from the train to Printing House Square and had a long talk with "Tom" Lacey. He had been advised of her coming and her quest and had already made a search for Masters, but without result.
This he had no intention of imparting, however, but told her a carefully prepared story.
Masters had been writing regularly for some time and it was generally believed among his friends that he had pulled up in a measure, but where he was hiding himself no one knew. Cheques and suggestions were sent to the Post Office, but he had no box, nor did he call for his mail in person.
He appeared no more at the restaurants in Na.s.sau or Fulton Streets, or in Park Row, and it would be idle to look for him up town. It was apparent that he wished to avoid his friends, and to do this effectually he had probably hidden himself in one of the rabbit warrens of Na.s.sau Street, where the King of England or the Czar of all the Russias might hide for a lifetime and never be found. But Masters could be "located," no doubt of that. "It only needs patience and alertness,"
said Lacey, looking straight into Madeleine"s vigilant eyes. "I have a friend on the police force down there who will spot him before long and send for me hot-foot."
It was Lacey"s intention to sublet a small office in one of the swarming buildings, put a cot in it and a cooking stove, and transfer Masters to it as soon as he was found. He knew what some of Masters"
haunts were and had no intention that this delicate proud woman should see him in any of them.
When she told him that she should never leave Masters again after his whereabouts had been discovered, he warned her not to take rooms in a hotel. There would be unpleasant espionage, possibly newspaper scandal.
There was nothing for it but Bleecker Street. It was outwardly quiet, the rooms were large and comfortable in many of those once-fashionable houses, and it was the one street in New York where no questions were asked and no curiosity felt. It was no place for her, of course--but under the circ.u.mstances--if she persisted in her idea of keeping Masters with her until his complete recovery--
"My neighbors will not worry me," she said, smiling for the first time.
"It seems to be just the place. I already feel bewildered in this great rushing noisy city. I have lived in a small city for so long that I had almost forgotten there were great ones; and I should not know what to do without your advice. I am very grateful."
"Glad to do anything I can. When Holt wrote me you were coming and there was a chance to pull Masters out of the--put him on his legs again, I went right up in the air. You may count on me. Always glad to do anything I can for a lady, too. I used to see you at the theatre and driving, Mrs. Talbot, and wished I were one of the bloods. Seems like a fairy tale to be able to help you now."
He had red hair and slate-colored eyes, a snub nose and many freckles, but she thought him quite beautiful; he was her only friend in this terrifying city, and there was no doubt she could count on him.
"How shall I go about finding a lodging in Bleecker Street?" she asked.
"I stayed at the Fifth Avenue Hotel when I visited New York with my mother, and as I know nothing of the other hotels, I left my luggage at the depot until I should have seen you. I didn"t dare go where I might run into any one. Californians are beginning to visit New York.
Moreover, my brother and his family live here and I particularly wish to avoid them."
"A theatrical troupe is just leaving town--so there should be several empty rooms. A good many of them hang out there when in New York. There is one thing in your favor. Your--pardon me--beauty won"t be so conspicuous in Bleecker Street as it would be in hotels. It isn"t only actresses that lodge there, but--well--those ladies so richly dowered by nature they command the longest pocketbooks, and the owners thereof sometimes have a pew in Trinity Church and a seat on the Stock Exchange. The great world averts its eyes from Bleecker Street, and you will be as safe in there as the most respectable sinner. Nor will you be annoyed by rowdyism in the street, although you may hear echoes of high old times going on in some of the houses patronized by artists and students--it"s a sort of Latin Quarter, too. Little of everything, in fact. Now, come along. We"ll take a hack, get your luggage, and fix you up."
"And you"ll vow--"
"To send for you the moment Masters is located? Just rely on Tom Lacey."
XLI
Madeline took two floors of a large brown stone house in Bleecker Street, and the accommodating landlady found a colored wench to keep her rooms in order and cook her meals. A room at the back and facing the south was fitted up for Masters. It was a masculine-looking room with its solid mahogany furniture, and as his books were stored in the cellar of the Times Building she had shelves built to the ceiling on the west wall. Lacey obtained an order for the books without difficulty, and Madeleine disposed of several of her long evenings filling the shelves. When she had finished, one side of the large room at least looked exactly like his parlor in the Occidental Hotel. She also hung the windows with green curtains and draped the mantelpiece with the same material. Green had been his favorite color.
She had rebelled at giving up her original purpose of making a personal search for Masters, but one look at New York had convinced her that if Lacey would not help her she must employ a detective. Nevertheless, she went every mid-day to one or other of the restaurants below Chambers Street; and, although nothing had ever terrified her so much, she ventured into Na.s.sau Street at least once a day and struggled through it, peering into every face.