""Cousin Lucetta,"" she corrected. "We are back among the conventions, now."
He took the implied readjustment of their relations rather hard.
"That wasn"t worthy of you," he protested warmly. "We have been too much to each other in the past month to go back of the returns in that way, don"t you think?"
"I can tell better what I think after I have climbed down into my little groove in the girls" school," she returned half-absently, and beyond this the talk concerned itself with their plans for the immediate future, Prime still insisting that he meant to see his table companion safely home and setting the difficulties and objections aside as one who had a perfect right to do so.
When the leisurely meal was finished Prime pushed his chair back and glanced at his watch.
"It is nearly ten o"clock," he announced. "Shall we go and meet Grider?
Or shall we give him the cold shoulder he so richly deserves and go hunt up the railroad timetables? It is for you to say."
She decided instantly.
"I think we ought to go and hear what Mr. Grider has to say for himself.
We owe him that much for rescuing us from that terrible old Scotch under-sheriff."
And together they sought the hotel parlors.
XXI
THE FAIRY FORTUNE
MR. WATSON GRIDER was not alone when they found him. He was sharing a sofa in the public parlor with an elderly little gentleman whose winter-apple face was decorated with mutton-chop whiskers and wreathed in smiles--the smiles of a listener who has just heard a story worth retailing at the dinner-table.
The two stood up when Prime led his companion into the room, and Grider did the honors.
"Miss Millington, let me introduce Mr. Sh.e.l.laby, an old friend of my father"s and the senior member of the firm of Sh.e.l.laby, Grice, and Sh.e.l.laby, solicitors. Mr. Sh.e.l.laby--Miss Millington and Mr. Donald Prime."
The little gentleman adjusted his eyegla.s.ses and looked the pair over carefully. Then the twinkling smile hovered again at the corners of the near-sighted eyes.
"Are you--ah--are you aware of your relationship to this young lady, Mr. Prime?" he asked.
Prime made a sign of a.s.sent. "We figured it out one evening over our camp-fire. We are third cousins, I believe."
"Exactly," said Mr. Sh.e.l.laby, matching his slender fingers and making a little bow. "Now another question, if you please: Mr. Grider tells me that you have just returned from a most singular and adventurous experience in the wilds of the northern woods. This experience, I understand, was entirely involuntary on your part. Have you--ah--formulated any theory to account for your--ah--abduction?"
Prime glanced at Grider and frowned.
"We know all we need to know about that part of it," he rejoined curtly.
"Mr. Grider is probably still calling it a practical joke; but we call it an outrage."
The little man smiled again. "Exactly," he agreed; and then: "Do you happen to know what day of the month this is?"
Prime shook his head.
"We have lost count of the days. I kept a notched stick for a while, but I lost it along toward the last."
Mr. Sh.e.l.laby waved them to chairs, saying: "Be seated, if you please; we may as well be comfortable as we talk. This is the last day of July.
Does that mean anything in particular to either of you?"
Lucetta gave a little cry of surprise.
"It does to me," she said quickly. "Did you--did you put an advertis.e.m.e.nt in a Cleveland newspaper addressed to me, Mr. Sh.e.l.laby?"
"We did; and we also advertised for the heirs of Roger Prime, of Batavia, New York. We believed at the time that it was a mere matter of form; in fact, when we drew his will our client informed us that there would most probably be no results. He was of the opinion that neither Roger Prime nor Clarissa Millington had left any living children."
"Your client?" Prime interrupted. "May we ask who he is?"
"_Was_," corrected the small man gravely. "Mr. Jasper Bankhead died last January. You didn"t know him, I"m sure; quite possibly you have never heard of him until this moment."
"We both know of him," Prime amended. "He was my great-uncle, and a cousin of Miss Millington"s grandmother. He was scarcely more than a family tradition to either of us, however. We had both been told that he went west as a young man and was never heard of afterward."
Mr. Sh.e.l.laby nodded soberly.
"Mr. Bankhead was a rather peculiar character in some respects; quite eccentric, in fact. He acc.u.mulated a great deal of property in British Columbia--in mining enterprises--and it was only in his latter years that he came here to live. We drew his will, as I have said. He was without family, and he left the bulk of his estate--something over two millions--to various charities and hospitals. There were other legacies, to be sure, and among them one which was to be divided equally between, or among, the direct heirs, if any could be discovered, of Clarissa Millington and Roger Prime."
"And if no such heirs could be found?" Prime inquired.
"Our client was quite sure that they wouldn"t be found. It seems that he had previously had some inquiries made on his own account. For that reason he placed a comparatively short time limit upon our efforts and prescribed their form. We were to advertise in certain newspapers, and if there should be no answer within six months of the date of his death the legacy in question was to revert to his private secretary, a young man who had served him in many capacities, and who was, by the by, already generously provided for in a separate bequest."
Lucetta"s gray eyes lighted suddenly and she spoke with a little catching of her breath.
"The name of that young man, Mr. Sh.e.l.laby, is Horace Bandish, isn"t it?"
she suggested.
"Quite so," nodded the little man; and then, with the amused twinkle returning to point the bit of dry humor: "I am sorry to have to spoil your estimate of Mr. Grider"s capabilities as a practical joker; yes, very sorry, indeed; but I"m afraid I must. Bandish was your kidnapper, you know, and it is owing entirely to Mr. Grider"s energetic efforts that the fellow is at present safely lodged in the Ottawa jail awaiting indictment and trial. In order that he might be certain of adding your legacy to his own, he meant to deprive you both of any possible opportunity of communicating with us before July thirty-first. The young woman who calls herself his wife was his accomplice, but she has disappeared. Mr. Grider can give you the details of the plot better than I can."
"Then Grider didn"t--then the legacy is ours?" Prime stammered, clutching manfully for handholds in the grapple with this entirely new array of things incredible.
"Precisely, Mr. Prime; yours and Miss Millington"s. There will be some legal formalities, to be sure, but Mr. Grider a.s.sures us that you can comply with them. Compared with Mr. Bankhead"s undivided total, the amount of the legacy is not great; some two hundred thousand dollars, less the costs of administration, to be divided equally between you if you prove to be the only surviving heirs direct of the two persons named in the will."
Prime turned slowly upon his companion castaway.
"You said you wanted enough, but not too much," he reminded her solemnly. "I hope you"re not disappointed, either way. At all events, you"ll never have to cook for a man again unless you really wish to, and you can have your wish about the world travel, too."
"And you can have yours about the writing of the leisurely book," she flashed back; "about that, and--and----"
Prime"s laugh ignored the presence of Grider and the lawyer.
"And the imaginary girl, you were going to say? Yes; I shall certainly marry her, if she"ll have me."
Mr. Sh.e.l.laby was on his feet and bowing again.
"I think I have said all that needs to be said here and now," he concluded mildly. "If you will excuse me, I"ll go. We are a rather busy office. Later, Mr. Grider may bring you to us and we can set the legal machinery in motion. I congratulate you both very heartily, I"m sure,"