He had been observing his wife closely, but it was more and more apparent that if Mr. Lawton held the key to her mother"s past she had not been informed of the fact. She answered indifferently:
"Possibly. One can get much higher interest out here than in France, and maman would never invest money without the best advice. She loves me, but money next. Oh, la! la!"
"Has she said anything more about going back to Rouen?"
"I didn"t have a word with her alone yesterday, but I"ll ask her to-day.
Poor maman! I fancy the novelty has worn off here, and she would really be happier with her own people and customs. She hates traveling, like all the French; but don"t you think that, after a bit we shall be able to go over to Europe at least once a year?"
"I am sure of it. And while I am attending to business in London you could visit your mother in Rouen. Tell her that one way or another I"ll manage it."
And this seemed to him an ideal arrangement!
II
When they left the table and walked through the more luxurious part of the court, they saw Madame Delano alone and enthroned as usual in the largest but most upright of the armchairs. And as ever she watched under her fat drooping eyelids the pa.s.sing throng of smartly dressed women, hurrying men, sauntering, staring tourists. Here and there under the palms sat small groups of men, leaning forward, talking in low earnest tones, their faces, whether of the keen, narrow, nervous, or of the fleshy, heavy, square-jawed, unimaginative, aggressive, ruthless type, equally expressing that intense concentration of mind which later would make their luncheon a living torment.
Helene threw herself into a chair beside her mother and fondled her hand.
Ruyler noted that after Madame Delano"s surprised smile of welcome she darted a keen glance of apprehension from one to the other, and her tight little mouth relaxed uncontrollably in its supporting walls of flesh. But she lowered her lids immediately and looked approvingly at her daughter, who in her new gown of gray, with gray hat and gloves and shoes, was a dainty and refreshing picture of Spring. Then she looked at Ruyler with what he fancied was an expression of relief.
"I wonder you do not do this oftener," she said.
"I never know until the last moment when or where I shall be able to take lunch, and then I often have to meet three or four men. Such is life in the city of your adoption."
"There is no city in the world where women are so abominably idle and useless!" And at the moment, whatever Madame Delano may have been, her voice and mien were those of a virtuous and outraged bourgeoisie. "You are all very well, Ruyler, but if I had known what the life of a rich young woman was in this town, I"d have married Helene to a serious young man of her own cla.s.s in Rouen; a husband who would have given her companionship in a normal civilized life, who would have taken care of her as every young wife should be taken care of, and who would have insisted upon at least two children as a matter of course. With us The Family is a religion. Here it is an incident where it is not an accident."
Ruyler, who was still standing, looked down at his mother-in-law with profound interest. He had never heard her express herself at such length before. "Do you think I fail as a husband?" he asked humbly. "G.o.d knows I"d like to give my wife about two-thirds of my time, but at least I have perfect confidence in her. I should soon cease to care for a wife I was obliged to watch."
"Young things are young things." Madame Delano looked at Helene, who had turned very white and had lowered her own lids to hide the consternation in her eyes. But as her mother ceased speaking she raised them in swift appeal to Ruyler.
"Maman says I coquette too much," she said plaintively, and Price wondered if a slight movement under the hem of Madame Delano"s long skirts meant that the toe of a little gray shoe were boring into one of the ma.s.sive plinths of his mother-in-law. "But tell him, maman, that you don"t really mean it. I can"t have Price jealous. That would be too humiliating. I"m afraid I do flirt as naturally as I breathe, but Price knows I haven"t a thought for a man on earth but him." The color had crept back into her cheeks, but there was still anxiety in her soft black eyes, and Price was sure that the little pointed toe once more made its peremptory appeal.
Madame Delano looked squarely at her son-in-law.
"That"s all right--so far," she said grimly. "Helene is devoted to you. But so have many other young wives been to busy American husbands.
Now, take my advice, and give her more of your companionship before it is too late. _Watch over her_. There always comes a time--a turning-point--European husbands understand, but American husbands are fools. Woman"s loyalty, fed on hope only, turns to resentment; and then her separate life begins. Now, I"ve warned you. Go back to your office, where, no doubt, your clerks are hanging out of the windows, wondering if you are dead and the business wrecked. I want to talk to Helene."
III
In spite of his wise old French mother-in-law"s insinuations, Ruyler felt lighter of heart as he left the hotel and walked toward his office than he had since Sunday. Of two things he was certain: there was no ugly understanding between the mother and daughter over that unspeakable past, and Madame Delano"s new att.i.tude toward her daughter was merely the result of an over-sophisticated mother"s apprehensions: those of a woman who was looking in upon smart society for the first time and found it alarming, and--unwelcome, but inevitable thought--peculiarly dangerous to a young and beautiful creature with wild and lawless blood in her veins.
However, it was patent that so far her apprehensions were merely the result of a rare imaginative flight, the result, no doubt, of her own threatened exposure. Once more he admired her courage in returning to San Francisco, and as he recalled the covert air of cynical triumph, with which she had accepted his offer for her daughter"s hand, he made no doubt that one object had been to play a sardonic joke on the city she must hate.
He renewed his determination to keep what guard he could over his young wife, and wondered if his brother Harold, who also had elected to enter the old firm, could not be induced to come out and take over a certain share of the responsibility. The young man had paid him a visit a year ago and been enraptured with life in California.
True, he was accustomed to make quick decisions without consulting any one, and he should find a partner irksome, but he was beginning to realize acutely that business, even to an American brain, packed with its traditions and energies, was not even the half of life, should be a means not an end; he set his teeth as he walked rapidly along Montgomery Street and vowed that he would keep his domestic happiness if he had to retire on what was available of his own fortune. He even wondered if it would not be wise to buy a fruit ranch, where he and Helene could share equally in the management, and begin at once to raise a family. They both loved outdoor life, and this life of complete frivolity, in which she seemed to be hopelessly enmeshed, might before long corrode her nature and blast the mental aspirations that still survived in that untended soil. When this great merging deal was over he should be free to decide.
CHAPTER VIII
I
He arrived at home on the following afternoon at six and was immediately rung up by Spaulding, who demanded an interview. It was not worth while going down town again, as Helene was out and would no doubt return only in time to dress for dinner. They were to dine at half-past seven and go to the play afterward. He told Spaulding to take a taxi and come to the house.
Nothing had occurred meanwhile to cause him anxiety. He had taken Helene out to the Cliff House to dinner the night before, and afterward to see the road-houses, whose dancing is so painfully proper early in the evening. Polly Roberts had come into the most notorious of them at eleven, chaperoning a party, which included Aileen Lawton, a girl as restless and avid of excitement as herself. Rex Roberts and several other young men had been in attendance, and Polly had begged Ruyler to stay on and let his wife see something of "real life."
"This is one of the sights of the world, you know," she said, puffing her cigarette smoke into his face. "It"s _too_ middle-cla.s.s to be shocked, and not to see occasionally what you really cannot get anywhere else.
Why, there"ll even be a lot of tourists here later on, and these dancers don"t do the real Apache until about one. At least leave Helene with me, if you care more for bed than fun."
But Ruyler had merely laughed and taken his wife home. Helene had made no protest; on the contrary had put her arm through his in the car and her head on his shoulder, vowing she was worn out, and glad to go home.
It was only afterward that it occurred to him that she had clung to him that night.
Spaulding entered the library without taking off his hat, and chewing a toothpick vigorously. He began to talk at once, stretching himself out in a Morris chair, and accepting a cigar. This time Price smoked with him.
"Well," said the detective, "it"s like the game of b.u.t.ton, b.u.t.ton, who"s got the b.u.t.ton? Sometimes I think I"m getting a little warmer and then I go stone cold. But I"ve found out a few things, anyhow. How tall should you say Madame Delano is? I"ve only seen her sitting on her throne there in the Palace Court lookin" like an old Sphinx that"s havin" a laugh all to herself."
"About five feet ten."
"The Mother Superior said six feet, but no doubt when she had figger instead of flesh she looked taller. Well, I"ve discovered no less than five tall handsome brunettes that sparkled here in the late Eighties and early Nineties, but it"s the deuce and all to get an exact description out of anybody, especially when quite a few years have elapsed. Most people don"t see details, only effects. That"s what we detectives come up against all the time. So, whether these ladies were five feet eight, five feet ten, or six feet, whether they had large features or small, big hands and feet or fine points, or whether they added on all the inches they yearned for by means of high heels or style, is beyond me. But here they are."
He took his neat little note-book from his pocket and was about to read it, when Ruyler interrupted him.
"But surely you know whether these women were French or not?"
"Aw, that"s just what you can"t always find out. Lots of "em pretend to be, and others--if they come from good stock in the old country--want you to forget it. But the queens generally run to French names, as havin" a better commercial value than Mary Jane or Ann Maria. One of these was Marie Garnett, who wasn"t much on her own but spun the wheel in Jim"s joint down on Barbary Coast, which was raided just so often for form"s sake. She always made a quick getaway, was never up in court, and died young. Gabrielle ran an establishment down on Geary Street and was one of the swellest lookers and swellest togged dames in her profession till the drink got her. I can"t find that she ever hooked up to a James or any one else. Pauline-Marie was another razzle-dazzle who swooped out here from nowhere and burrowed into quite a few fortunes and put quite a few of our society leaders into mourning. She disappeared and I can"t trace her, but she seems to have been the handsomest of the bunch, and was fond of showing herself at first nights, dressed straight from Paris, until some of our war-hardened "leaders" called upon the managers in a body and threatened never to set foot inside their doors again unless she was kept out, and the managers succ.u.mbed. Then there was the friend of a rich Englishman, whose first name I haven"t been able to get hold of. They lived first at Santa Barbara, then loafed up and down the coast for a year or two, spending quite a time in San Francisco. She was "foreign looking" and a stunner, all right. All of these dames drifted out about the same time--"
"What was the Englishman"s name?"
"J. Horace Medford. Front name may or may not have been James. I doubt if his name could be found on any deeds, even in the south, where there was no fire. He doesn"t seem to have bought any property or transacted any business. Just lived on a good-sized income. Of course, all the hotel registers here were burnt, but I wired to Santa Barbara and Monterey and got what I have given you.
"He had a yacht, and he took the woman with him everywhere. There was always a flutter when they appeared at the theater. Of course she went by his name, but as he never presented a letter all the time he was here and it was quite obvious he could have brought all he wanted, and as men are always "on" anyhow, there was but one conclusion."
"Where did he bank? They might have his full name."
"Bank of California, but his remittances were sent to order of J. Horace Medford, and, of course, he signed his cheques the same way."
"That sounds the most likely of the lot--and the most hopeful."
"Well, haven"t handed you the fifth yet, and to my mind she"s the most likely of all. Ever hear of James Lawton"s trouble with his wife?"
"Trouble? I thought she died."
"She--did--not. She went East suddenly about fifteen years ago, and soon after a notice of her death appeared in the San Francisco papers. But there was a tale of woe (for old Lawton) that I doubt if most of her own crowd had even a suspicion of."