"Pretty good reasoning, particularly if you are sure she stayed here until the child was five. Some of them have pretty decent instincts. She may have made up her mind to give the kid a chance, and returned to her relations. Of course we must a.s.sume that they knew nothing of her life."
"I am positive they did not. But there had been some sort of estrangement. I have been given to understand that it was because she married an American. Of course she may not have written to them at all for six or seven years. Her story is that she was visiting other relatives in a place called Holbrook Centre, Vermont, and met this man and married him. Then that he was detained by business in San Francisco for several months, and the child born here."
"Good commonplace story. Just the sort that is never questioned. Of course if she did not correspond with her family during all that time she could adopt any name for her return to respectability that she chose.
Delano wasn"t it? That"s certain. What line do you intend to take? After I"ve delivered the facts?"
"My object is to have the child"s legitimacy established, if possible, then see that Madame Delano leaves California forever. I think that she could be terrified by a threat of blackmail. I can"t imagine the mere chance of recognition worrying her, for I should say she had as much courage as presence of mind. But her pa.s.sion is money. If she thought there was any danger of being forced to hand over what she has I fancy she would get out as quickly as possible. She is an intelligent woman and I imagine she has taken a sardonic pleasure in sitting out in full view of San Francisco, and getting away with it."
"And marrying her girl to the greatest catch in California," thought the detective, but he said:
"I believe you"re dead right, although, of course, there may be nothing in it. Even "Gene Bisbee might be mistaken, pryin" a gazelle out of an elephant like that. Now, tell me all you know."
When Ruyler had covered every point Spaulding nodded. "It"s possible this Jim was the maquereau and she made him marry her for the sake of the child. Doubt if the date can be proved except through the lawyers, and it will be hard to make them talk. Of course if there is a Holbrook Centre and she was married there--but I have my doubts. The point is that he evidently married her if she is settlin" up his estate. I"ll find out what Jims have died within the last three years or so. That"s easy. The direct route to the one we want is through St. Peter. I"ll go up to-night."
"And you"ll report to-morrow?"
"Yep. Meet me here at six P.M. Lucky the man seems to have died after the fire. I"ll set some one on the job of searching death records right away."
CHAPTER IV
I
Ruyler had half promised to go to a dinner that night at the house of John Gwynne, whose wife would chaperon his wife afterward to the last of the a.s.sembly dances.
Gwynne was his English friend who had abandoned the ancient t.i.tle inherited untimely when he was making a reputation in the House of Commons, and become an American citizen in California, where he had a large ranch originally the property of an American grandmother. His migration had been justified in his own eyes by his ready adaptation to the land of his choice and to the opportunities offered in the rebuilding of San Francisco after the earthquake and fire, as well as in the renovation of its politics. He had made his ranch profitable, read law as a stepping-stone to the political career, and had just been elected to Congress. Ruyler was one of his few intimate friends and had promised to go to this farewell dinner if possible. A place would be kept vacant for him until the last minute.
Gwynne had married Isabel Otis[A], a Californian of distinguished beauty and abilities, whose roots were deep in San Francisco, although she had "run a ranch" in Sonoma County. The Gwynnes and the Thorntons until Ruyler met Helene had been the friends whose society he had sought most in his rare hours of leisure, and he had spent many summer week-ends at their country homes. He had hoped that the intimacy would deepen after his marriage, but Helene during the past year had gone almost exclusively with the younger set, the "dancing squad"; natural enough considering her age, but Ruyler would have expected a girl of so much intelligence, to say nothing of her severe education, to have tired long since of that artificial wing of society devoted solely to froth, and gravitated naturally toward the best the city afforded. But she had appeared to like the older women better at first than later, although she accepted their invitations to large dinners and dances.
[Footnote A: See "Ancestors."]
Ruyler made up his mind to attend this dinner at Gwynne"s, and telephoned his acceptance before he left Long"s. Business or no business, he should be his wife"s bodyguard hereafter. There were blackmailers in society as out of it, and it was possible that his ubiquity would frighten them off.
Whether to demand his wife"s confidence or not he was undecided. Better let events determine.
II
When he arrived at home he went directly to Helene"s room, but paused with his hand on the k.n.o.b of the door. He heard his mother-in-law"s voice and she was the last person he wished to meet until he was in a position to tell her to leave the country. He was turning away impatiently when Madame Delano lifted her hard incisive tones.
"And you promised me!" she exclaimed pa.s.sionately. "I trusted you, I never believed--"
Price retreated hurriedly to his own room, and it was not until he had taken a cold shower and was half dressed that he permitted himself to think.
That wretch had known, then! It was she who had been blackmailing her daughter. And the poor child had been afraid to confide in him, to ask him for money. No wonder her eyes had flashed at the prospect of a fortune of her own....
An even less welcome ray illuminated his mind at this point. His wife was not unversed in the arts of dissimulation herself. True, she was French and took naturally to diplomatic wiles; true, also, the instinct of self-preservation in even younger members of a s.e.x that man in his centuries of power had made, superficially, the weaker, was rarely inert.
What woman would wish her husband to know disgraceful ancestral secrets which were no fault of hers? A much older woman would not be above entombing them, if the fates were kind. But it saddened him to think that his wife should be rushed to maturity along the devious way. Poor child, he must win her confidence as quickly as his limping wits would permit and shift her burden to his own shoulders.
Having learned through the medium of the house telephone that his mother-in-law had departed, he knocked at his wife"s door. She opened it at once and there was no mark of agitation on her little oval face under its proudly carried crown of heavy braids. She was looking very lovely in a severe black velvet gown whose texture and depth cunningly matched her eyes and threw into a relief as artful the white purity of her skin and the delicate pink of lip and cheek.
She smiled at him brilliantly. "It can"t be true that you are going with me?"
"I"ve reformed. I shall go with you everywhere from this time forth. But I thought I heard your mother"s voice when I came in--"
"She often comes in about dressing time to see me in a new frock. How heavenly that you will always go with me." Her voice shook a little and she leaned over to smooth a possible wrinkle in her girdle.
"Will you come down to the library? We are rather early."
He went directly to the safe and took out the ruby and clasped the chain about her neck. The chain was long and the great jewel took a deeper and more mysterious color from the somber background of her bodice.
Helene gasped. "Am I to wear it to-night? That would be too wonderful.
This is the last great night in town."
"Why not? I shall be there to mount guard. You shall always wear it when I am able to go out with you."
She lifted her radiant face, although it remained subtly immobile with a new and almost formal self-possession. "I am even more delighted than I was yesterday, for at the fete there will be so much novelty to distract attention. You always think of the nicest possible things."
When they were in the taxi he put his arm about her.
"I wonder," he began gropingly, "if you would mind not going out when I cannot go with you? I"ll go as often as I can manage. There are reasons--"
He felt her light body grow rigid. "Reasons? You told me only yesterday--"
"I know. But I have been thinking it over. That is rather a fast lot you run with. I know, of course, they are F.F.C."s, and all the rest of it, but if I ever drove up to the Club House in Burlingame in the morning and saw you sitting on the veranda smoking and drinking gin fizzes--"
"You never will! I could not swallow a gin fizz, or any nasty mixed drink. And although I have had my cigarette after meals ever since I was fifteen, I never smoke in public."
"I confess I cannot see you in the picture that rose for some perverse reason in my mind; but--well, you really are too young to go about so much without your husband--"
"I am always chaperoned to the large affairs. Mrs. Gwynne takes me to the Fairmont to-night."
"I know. But scandal is bred in the marrow of San Francisco. Its social history is founded upon it, and it is almost a matter of principle to replace decaying props. Do you mind so much not going about unless I can be with you?"
"No, of course not." Her voice was sweet and submissive, but her body did not relax. She added graciously: "After all, there are so many luncheons, and we often dance in the afternoon."
He had not thought of that! What avail to guard her merely in the evening? It was not her life that was in danger....
And he seemed as immeasurably far from obtaining her confidence as before. He had always understood that the ways of matrimonial diplomacy were strewn with pitfalls and wished that some one had opened a school for married men before his time.
He made another clumsy attempt. The cab was swift and had almost covered the long distance between the Western Addition and Russian Hill. "Other things have worried me. You are so generous. Society here as elsewhere has its parasites, its dead beats, trying to limp along by borrowing, gambling, "amusing," doing dirty work of various sorts. It has worried me lest one or more of these creatures may have tried to impose on you with hard luck tales--borrow--"
She laughed hysterically. "Price, you are too funny! I do lend occasionally--to the girls, when their allowance runs out before the first of the month; but I don"t know any dead beats."
He plunged desperately. "Your mother"s voice sounded rather agitated for her. Of course I did not stop to listen, but it occurred to me that she may have been gambling in stocks, or have got into some bad land deal.