Winifred grew scarlet with vexation. The man had always been a repulsive person in her eyes, and, unversed though she was in the world"s wiles, she knew instinctively that his present pretensions were merely a cloak for rascality. One should be fair to Winifred, too. Like every other girl, she had pictured the Prince Charming who would come into her life some day. But--Fowle! Her gorge rose.
"How dare you follow me here and say such vile things?" she cried hysterically.
"What"s up now?" said Fowle in mock surprise. "What have I said that you should fly off the trolley in that way?"
"I take it that this young lady is telling you to quit," broke in another voice. "Go, now! Go while the going is good."
Quietly but firmly elbowing Fowle aside, Rex Carshaw raised his hat and spoke to Winifred.
"If this fellow is annoying you he can soon be dealt with," he said. "Do you live near? If so, he can stop right here. I"ll occupy his mind till you are out of sight."
The discomfited masher was snarling like a vicious cur. The first swift glance that measured the intruder"s proportions did not warrant any display of active resentment on his part. Out of the tail of his eye, however, he noticed a policeman approaching on the opposite side of the street. The sight lent a confidence which might have been lacking otherwise.
"Why are you b.u.t.tin" in?" he cried furiously. "This young lady is a friend of mine. I"m tryin" to pull her out of a difficulty, but she"s got me all wrong. Anyhow, what business is it of yours?"
Fowle"s anger was wasted, since Carshaw seemed not to hear. Indeed, why should a chivalrous young man pay heed to Fowle when he could gaze his fill into Winifred"s limpid eyes and listen to her tuneful voice?
"I am very greatly obliged to you," she was saying, "but I hope Mr.
Fowle understands now that I do not desire his company and will not seek to force it on me."
"Sure he understands. Don"t you, Fowle?" and Carshaw gave the disappointed wooer a look of such manifest purpose that something had to happen quickly. Something did happen. Fowle knew the game was up, and behaved after the manner of his kind.
"You"re a cute little thing, Winifred Bartlett," he sneered, with a malicious glance from the girl to Carshaw, while a coa.r.s.e guffaw imparted venom to his utterance. "Think you"re taking an easier road to the white lights, I guess?"
"Guess again, Fowle," said Carshaw.
He spoke so quietly that Fowle was misled, because the pavement rose and struck him violently on the back of his head. At least, that was his first impression. The second and more lasting one was even more disagreeable. When he sat up, and fumbled to recover his hat, he was compelled to apply a handkerchief to his nose, which seemed to have been reduced to a pulp.
"Too bad you should be mixed up in this disturbance," Carshaw was a.s.suring Winifred, "but a pup of the Fowle species can be taught manners in only one way. Now, suppose you hurry home!"
The advice was well meant, and Winifred acted on it at once. Fowle had scrambled to his feet and the policeman was running up. From east and west a crowd came on the scene like a well-trained stage chorus rushing in from the wings.
"Now, then, what"s the trouble?" demanded the law, with gruff insistency.
"Nothing. A friend of mine met with a slight accident--that"s all," said Carshaw.
"It"s--it"s--all right," agreed Fowle thickly. Some glimmer of reason warned him that an expose in the newspapers would cost him his job with Brown, Son & Brown. The policeman eyed the damaged nose. He grinned.
"If you care to take a wallop like that as a friendly tap it"s your affair, not mine," he said. "Anyhow, beat it, both of you!"
Carshaw was not interested in Fowle or the policeman. He had been vouchsafed one expressive look by Winifred as she hurried away, and he watched the slim figure darting up half a dozen steps to a small brown-stone house, and opening the door with a latch-key. Oddly enough, the policeman"s attention was drawn by the girl"s movements. His air changed instantly.
"H"lo," he said, evidently picking on Fowle as the doubtful one of these two. "This must be inquired into. What"s your name?"
"No matter. I make no charge."
Fowle was turning away, but the policeman grabbed him.
"You come with me to the station-house," he said determinedly. "An" you, too," he added jerking his head at Carshaw.
"Have you gone crazy with the heat?" inquired Carshaw.
"I hold you for fighting in the public street, an" that"s all there is to it," was the firm reply. "You can come quietly or be "cuffed, just as you like. Clear off, the rest of you."
An awe-stricken mob backed hastily. Fowle was too dazed even to protest, and Carshaw sensed some hidden but definite motive behind the policeman"s strange alternation of moods. He looked again at the brown-stone house, but night was closing in so rapidly that he could not distinguish a face at any of the windows.
"Let us get there quickly--I"ll be late for dinner," he said, and the three returned by the way Carshaw had come.
Thus it was that Rex Carshaw, eligible young society bachelor, was drawn into the ever-widening vortex of "The Yacht Mystery." He did not recognize it yet, but was destined soon to feel the force of its swirling currents.
Gazing from a window of the otherwise deserted house Winifred saw both her a.s.sailant and her protector marched off by the policeman. It was patent, even to her benumbed wits, that they had been arrested. The tailing-in of the mob behind the trio told her as much.
She was too stunned to do other than sink into a chair. For a while she feared she was going to faint. With lack-l.u.s.tre eyes she peered into a gulf of loneliness and despair. Then outraged nature came to her aid, and she burst into a storm of tears.
CHAPTER VI
BROTHER RALPH.
Clancy forced Senator Meiklejohn"s hand early in the fray. He was at the Senator"s flat within an hour of the time Ronald Tower was dragged into the Hudson, but a smooth-spoken English man-servant a.s.sured the detective that his master was out, and not expected home until two or three in the morning.
This arrangement obviously referred to the Van Hofen festivity, so Clancy contented himself with asking the valet to give the Senator a card on which he scribbled a telephone number and the words, "Please ring up when you get this."
Now, he knew, and Senator Meiklejohn knew, the theater at which Mrs.
Tower was enjoying herself. He did not imagine for an instant that the Senator was discharging the mournful duty of announcing to his friend"s wife the lamentable fate which had overtaken her husband. Merely as a perfunctory duty he went to the theater and sought the manager.
"You know Mrs. Ronald Tower?" he said.
"Sure I do," said the official. "She"s inside now. Came here with Bobby Forrest."
"Anybody called for her recently?"
"I think not, but I"ll soon find out."
No. Mrs. Tower"s appreciation of Belasco"s genius had not been disturbed that evening.
"Anything wrong?" inquired the manager.
Clancy"s answer was ready.
"If Senator Meiklejohn comes here within half an hour, see that the lady is told at once," he said. "If he doesn"t show up in that time, send for Mr. Forrest, tell him that Mr. Tower has met with an accident, and leave him to look after the lady."
"Wow! Is it serious? Why wait?"
"The slight delay won"t matter, and the Senator can handle the situation better than Forrest."