She had to refresh her memory with a consultation of the directory before she could ask for Staff"s number.
The switchboard operator was slow to answer; and when he did, there followed one of those exasperating delays, apparently so inexcusable....
She experienced a sensation of faintness and dizziness; her limbs were trembling; she felt as though sleep were overcoming her as she stood; but a little more and she had strained endurance to the breaking-point....
[Ill.u.s.tration: Fascinated, dumb with terror, she watched
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At length the connection was made. Staff"s agitated voice seemed drawn thin by an immense distance. By a supreme effort she managed to spur her flagging faculties and began to falter her incredible story, but had barely swung into the second sentence when her voice died in her throat and her tongue clave to the roof of her mouth.
The telephone instrument was fixed to the wall near the clothes-closet, the door of which framed a long mirror. This door, standing slightly ajar, reflected to her vision the hall door.
She had detected a movement in the mirror. The hall door was opening--slowly, gently, noiselessly, inch by inch. Fascinated, dumb with terror, she watched. She saw the hand that held the k.n.o.b--a small hand, thin and fragile; then the wrist, then part of the arm.... A head appeared in the opening, curiously suggesting the head of a bird, thinly thatched with hair of a faded yellow; out of its face, small eyes watched her, steadfastly inquisitive.
Almost mechanically she replaced the receiver on the hook and turned away from the wall, stretching forth her hands in a gesture of pitiful supplication....
XI
THE COLD GREY DAWN
"Well?" snapped Iff irritably. "What"re you staring at?"
"You," Staff replied calmly. "I was thinking--"
"About me? What?"
"Merely that you are apparently as much cut up as if the necklace were yours--as if you were in danger of being robbed, instead of Miss Landis--by way of Miss Searle."
"And I am!" a.s.serted Iff vigorously. "I am, d.a.m.n it! I"m in no danger of losing any necklace; but if he gets away with the goods, that infernal scoundrel will manage some way to implicate me and rob me of my good name and my liberty as well. h.e.l.l!" he exploded--"seems to me I"m ent.i.tled to be excited!"
Staff"s unspoken comment was that this explanation of the little man"s agitation was something strained and inconclusive: unsatisfactory at best. It was not apparent how (even a.s.suming the historical Mr. Ismay to be at that moment stealing the Cadogan collar from Miss Searle) the crime could be fastened on Mr. Iff, in the face of the positive alibi Staff could furnish him. On the other hand, it was indubitable that Iff believed himself endangered in some mysterious way, or had some other and still more secret cause for disquiet. For his uneasiness was so manifest, in such sharp contrast with his habitual, semi-cynical repose, that even he hadn"t attempted to deny it.
With a shrug Staff turned back to the telephone and asked for the manager of the exchange, explained his predicament and was promised that, if the call could be traced back to the original station, he should have the number. He was, however, counselled to be patient. Such a search would take time, quite possibly and very probably.
He explained this to Iff, whose disgust was ill-disguised.
"And meanwhile," he expostulated, "we"re sitting here with our hands in our laps--useless--and Ismay, as like "s not, is--" He broke into profanity, trotting up and down and twisting his small hands together.
"I wish," said Staff, "I knew what makes you act this way. Ismay can"t saddle you with a crime committed by him when you"re in my company--"
"You don"t know him," interpolated Iff.
"And you surely can"t be stirred so deeply by simple solicitude for Miss Searle."
"Oh, can"t I? And how do you know I can"t?" barked the little man.
"Gwan--leave me alone! I want to think."
"Best wishes," Staff told him pleasantly. "I"m going to change my clothes."
"Symptoms of intelligence," grunted Iff. "I was wondering when you"d wake up to the incongruity of knight-erranting it after damsels in distress in an open-faced get-up like that."
"It"s done, however," argued Staff good-humouredly. "It"s cla.s.s, if the ill.u.s.trators are to be believed. Don"t you ever read modern fiction? In emergencies like these the hero always takes a cold bath and changes his clothes before sallying forth to put a crimp in the villain"s plans.
Just the same as me. Only I"m going to shed evening dress instead of--"
"Good heavens, man!" snorted Iff. "Are you in training for a monologist"s job? If so--if not--anyway--can it! Can the extemporaneous stuff!"
The telephone bell silenced whatever retort Staff may have contemplated.
Both men jumped for the desk, but Staff got there first.
"h.e.l.lo?" he cried, receiver at ear. "Yes? h.e.l.lo?"
But instead of the masculine accents of the exchange-manager he heard, for the third time that night, the voice of Miss Searle.
"Yes," he replied almost breathlessly--"it is I, Miss Searle. Thank Heaven you called up! I"ve been worrying silly--"
"We were cut off," the girl"s voice responded. He noted, subconsciously, that she was speaking slowly and carefully, as if with effort.... "Cut off," she repeated as by rote, "and I had trouble getting you again."
"Then you"re--you"re all right?"
"Quite, thank you. I had an unpleasant experience trying to get to you by taxicab. The motor broke down coming through Central Park, and I had to walk home and lost my way. But I am all right now--just tired out."
"I"m sorry," he said sincerely. "It"s too bad; I was quite ready to call for the--you understand--and save you the trouble of the trip down here.
But I"m glad you"ve had no more unpleasant adventure."
"The necklace is safe," the girl"s voice told him with the same deadly precision of utterance.
"Oh, yes; I a.s.sumed that. And I may call for it?"
"If you please--today at noon. I am so tired I am afraid I shan"t get up before noon."
"That"ll be quite convenient to me, thank you," he a.s.sured her. "But where are you stopping?"
There fell a brief pause. Then she said something indistinguishable.
"Yes?" he said. "Beg pardon--I didn"t get that. A little louder please, Miss Searle."
"The St. Regis."
"Where?" he repeated in surprise.
"The St. Regis. I am here with Mrs. Ilkington--her guest. Good night, Mr. Staff."
"Good morning," he laughed; and at once the connection was severed.