"Except on the steamer," she corrected.
"True, but there I kept considerately out of your way."
"Considerately!" she echoed in a bitter tone.
"Can you question it?" he asked, lightly ironic, moving noiselessly to and fro while appraising the contents of the room with swift, searching glances.
"As, for instance, your actions tonight...."
"They simply prove my contention, dear child." He paused, gazing down at her with a quizzical leer. "My very presence here affirms my entire devotion to your welfare."
She looked up, dumfounded by his effrontery. "Is it worth while to waste your time so?" she enquired. "You failed the first time tonight, but you can"t fail now; I"m alone, I can"t oppose you, and you know I won"t raise an alarm. Why not stop talking, take what you want and go? And leave me to be accused of theft unless I choose to tell the world--what it wouldn"t believe--that my own father stole the necklace from me!"
"Ah, but how unjust you are!" exclaimed the man. "How little you know me, how little you appreciate a father"s affection!"
"And you tried to rob me not two hours ago!"
"Yes," he said cheerfully: "I admit it. If I had got away with it then--well and good. You need never have known who it was. Unhappily for both of us, you fooled me."
"For both of us?" she repeated blankly.
"Precisely. It puts you in a most serious position. That"s why I"m here--to save you."
In spite of her fatigue, the girl rose to face him. "What do you mean?"
"Simply that between us we"ve gummed this business up neatly--hard and fast. You see--I hadn"t any use for that hat; I stopped in at an all-night telegraph station and left it to be delivered to Miss Landis, never dreaming what the consequences would be. Immediately thereafter, but too late, I learned--I"ve a way of finding out what"s going on, you know--that Miss Landis had already put the case in the hands of the police. It makes it very serious for you--the bandbox returned, the necklace still in your possession, your wild, incredible yarn about meaning to restore it ..."
In her overwrought and hara.s.sed condition, the sophistry illuded her; she was sensible only of the menace his words distilled. She saw herself tricked and trapped, meshed in a web of d.a.m.ning circ.u.mstance; everything was against her--appearances, the hands of all men, the cruel accident that had placed the necklace in her keeping, even her parentage. For she was the daughter of a notorious thief, a man whose name was an international byword. Who would believe her protestations of innocence--presuming that the police should find her before she could reach either Staff or Miss Landis?
"But," she faltered, white to her lips, "I can take it to her now--instantly--"
Instinctively she clutched her handbag. The man"s eyes appreciated the movement. His face was shadowed for a thought by the flying cloud of a sardonic smile. And the girl saw and read that smile.
"Unless," she stammered, retreating from him a pace or two--"unless you--"
He silenced her with a rea.s.suring gesture.
"You do misjudge me!" he said in a voice that fairly wept.
Hope flamed in her eyes. "You mean--you can"t mean--"
Again he lifted his hand. "I mean that you misconstrue my motive. Far be it from me to deny that I am--what I am. We have ever been plain-spoken with one another. You told me what I was seven years ago, when you left me, took another name, disowned me and ..." His voice broke affectingly for an instant. "No matter," he resumed, with an obvious effort. "The past is past, and I am punished for all that I have ever done or ever may do, by the loss of my daughter"s confidence and affection. It is my fault; I have no right to complain. But now ... Yes, I admit I tried to steal the necklace in the Park tonight. But I failed, and failing I did that which got you into trouble. Now I"m here to help you extricate yourself. Don"t worry about the necklace--keep it, hide it where you will. I don"t want and shan"t touch, it on any conditions."
"You mean I"m free to return it to Miss Landis?" she gasped, incredulous.
"Just that."
"Then--where can I find her?"
He shrugged. "There"s the rub. She"s left town."
She steadied herself with a hand on the table. "Still I can follow her...."
"Yes--and must. That"s what I"ve come to tell you and to help you do."
"Where has she gone?"
"To her country place in Connecticut, on the Sound sh.o.r.e."
"How can I get there? By railroad?" Eleanor started toward the telephone.
"Hold on!" he said sharply. "What are you going to do?"
"Order a time-table--"
"Useless," he commented curtly. "Every terminal in the city is already watched by detectives. They"d spot you in a twinkling. Your only salvation is to get to Miss Landis before they catch you."
In her excitement and confusion she could only stand and stare. A solitary thought dominated her consciousness, dwarfing and distorting all others: she was in danger of arrest, imprisonment, the shame and ignominy of public prosecution. Even though she were to be cleared of the charge, the stain of it would cling to her, an ineradicable blot.
And every avenue of escape was closed to her! Her lips trembled and her eyes brimmed, glistening. Despair lay cold in her heart.
She was so weary and distraught with the strain of nerves taut and vibrant with emotion, that she was by no means herself. She had no time for either thought or calm consideration; and even with plenty of time, she would have found herself unable to think clearly and calmly.
"What am I to do, then?" she whispered.
"Trust me," the man replied quietly. "There"s just one way to reach this woman without risk of detection--and that"s good only if we act _now_.
Get your things together; pay your bill; leave word to deliver your trunks to your order; and come with me. I have a motor-car waiting round the corner. In an hour we can be out of the city. By noon I can have you at Miss Landis" home."
"Yes," she cried, almost hysterical--"yes, that"s the way!"
"Then do what packing you must. Here, I"ll lend a hand."
Fortunately, Eleanor had merely opened her trunks and bags, removing only such garments and toilet accessories as she had required for dinner and the theatre. These lay scattered about the room, easily to be gathered up and stuffed with careless haste into her trunks. In ten minutes the man was turning the keys in their various locks, while she stood waiting with a small handbag containing a few necessaries, a motor-coat over her arm, a thick veil draped from her hat.
"One minute," the man said, straightening up from the last piece of luggage. "You were telephoning when I came in?"
"Yes--to Mr. Staff, to explain why I failed to bring him the bandbox."
"_Hmmm._" He pondered this, chin in hand. "He"ll be fretting. Does he know where you are?"
"No--I forgot to tell him."
"That"s good. Still, you"d better call him up again and put his mind at rest. It may gain us a few hours."
"What am I to say?"
She lifted her hand to the receiver.