Then they heard some one coming. It was too late to get away by the door. They slipped through the window to the fire escape and from it to the window of the adjoining apartment. Horikawa, still sick with fear, stumbled against the rail as he clambered over it and cut his face badly.
Shibo volunteered to go downstairs and get him some sticking plaster.
On the way down Shibo had met the younger James Cunningham as he came out of the elevator. Returning with first-aid supplies a few minutes later, he saw Jack and Phyllis.
It was easy to read between the lines that Shibo"s will had dominated Horikawa. He had been afraid that his companion"s wounded face would lead to his arrest. If so, he knew it would be followed by a confession. He forced Horikawa to hide in the vacant apartment till the wound should heal. Meanwhile he fed him and brought him newspapers.
There were battles of will between the two. Horikawa was terribly frightened when he read that his flight had brought suspicion on him.
He wanted to give himself up at once to the police. They quarreled.
Shibo always gained the temporary advantage, but he saw that under a grilling third degree his countryman would break down. He killed Horikawa because he knew he could not trust him.
This last fact was not, of course, in Horikawa"s confession. But the dread of it was there. The valet had come to fear Shibo. He was convinced in his shrinking heart that the man meant to get rid of him.
It was under some impulse of self-protection that he had written the statement.
Shibo heard the confession read without the twitching of a facial muscle. He shrugged his shoulders, accepting the inevitable with the fatalism of his race.
"He weak. He no good. He got yellow streak. I bossum," was his comment.
"Did you kill him?" asked the Chief.
"I killum both--Cunnin"lam and Horikawa. You kill me now maybe yes."
Officers led him away.
Phyllis Cunningham came up to Kirby and offered him her hand. "You"re hard on James. I don"t know why you"re so hard. But you"ve cleared us all. I say thanks awf"ly for that. I"ve been horribly frightened.
That"s the truth. It seemed as though there wasn"t any way out for us.
Come and see us and let"s all make up, Cousin Kirby."
Kirby did not say he would. But he gave her his strong grip and friendly smile. Just then his face did not look hard. He could not tell her why he had held his cousin on the grill so long, that it had been in punishment for what he had done to a defenseless friend of his in the name of love. What he did say suited her perhaps as well.
"I like you better right now than I ever did before, Cousin Phyllis.
You"re a good little sport an" you"ll do to ride the river with."
Jack could not quite let matters stand as they did. He called on Kirby that evening at his hotel.
"It"s about James I want to see you," he said, then stuck for lack of words with which to clothe his idea. He prodded at the rug with the point of his cane.
"Yes, about James," Kirby presently reminded him, smiling.
"He"s not so bad as you think he is," Jack blurted out.
"He"s as selfish as the devil, isn"t he?"
"Well, he is, and he isn"t. He"s got a generous streak in him. You may not believe it, but he went on your bond because he liked you."
"Come, Jack, you"re tryin" to seduce my judgment by the personal appeal," Kirby answered, laughing.
"I know I am. What I want to say is this. I believe he would have married Esther McLean if it hadn"t been for one thing. He fell desperately in love with Phyllis afterward. The odd thing is that she loves him, too. They didn"t dare to be above-board about it on account of Uncle James. They treated him shabbily, of course. I don"t deny that."
"You can hardly deny that," Kirby agreed.
"But, d.a.m.n it, one swallow doesn"t make a summer. You"ve seen the worst side of him all the way through."
"I dare say I have." Kirby let his hand fall on the well-tailored shoulder of his cousin. "But I haven"t seen the worst side of his brother Jack. He"s a good scout. Come up to Wyoming this fall an"
we"ll go huntin" up in the Jackson Hole country. What say?"
"Nothing I"d like better," answered Jack promptly.
"We"ll arrange a date later. Just now I"ve got to beat it. Goin"
drivin" with a lady."
Jack scored for once. "_She"s_ a good scout, too."
"If she isn"t, I"ll say there never was one," his cousin a.s.sented.
CHAPTER XLII
THE NEW WORLD
Kirby took his lady love driving in a rented flivver. It was a Colorado night, with a young moon looking down through the cool, rare atmosphere found only in the Rockies. He drove her through the city to Berkeley and up the hill to Inspiration Point.
They talked only in intermittent s.n.a.t.c.hes. Rose had the gift of comradeship. Her tongue never rattled. With Kirby she did not need to make talk. They had always understood each other without words.
But to-night their silences were filled with new and awkward significances. She guessed that an emotional crisis was at hand. With all her heart she welcomed and shrank from it. For she knew that after to-night life could never be the same to her. It might be fuller, deeper, happier, but it could not hold for her the freedom she had guarded and cherished.
At the summit he killed the engine. They looked across the valley to the hills dimmed by night"s velvet dusk.
"We"re through with all that back there," he said, and she knew he meant the tangled trails of the past weeks into which their fate had led them. "We don"t have to keep our minds full of suspicions an" try to find out things in mean, secret ways. There, in front of us, is G.o.d"s world, waitin" for you an" me, Rose."
Though she had expected it, she could not escape a sense of suddenly stilled pulses followed by a clamor of beating blood. She quivered, vibrating, trembling. She was listening to the call of mate to mate sounding clear above all the voices of the world.
A flash of soft eyes darted at him. He was to be her man, and the maiden heart thrilled at the thought. She loved all of him she knew--his fine, clean thoughts, his brave and virile life, the splendid body that was the expression of his personality. There was a line of golden down on his cheek just above where he had shaved. Her warm eyes dared to linger fondly there, for he was still gazing at the mountains.
His eyes came home to her, and as he looked he knew he longed for her in every fiber of his being.
He asked no formal question. She answered none. Under the steady regard of his eyes she made a small, rustling movement toward him. Her young and lissom body was in his arms, a warm and palpitating thing of life and joy. He held her close. Her eyelashes swept his cheek and sent a strange, delightful tingle through his blood.
Kirby held her head back and looked into her eyes again. Under the starlight their lips slowly met.
The road lay clear before them after many tangled trails.