"It"s too late to cut in on my monologue!" she cried gayly. "Pledge me in the drink I have made for you, Mr. Norton! Just say: "Virginia, here"s looking at you!" Or: "I wish you well in all that you undertake." Or: "For all that you have said to me, for whatever you may say or do in the future, I forgive you!" That"s all."
"Virginia," he said gently, "I love you, my dear."
She laughed nervously.
"That"s the nice way to say everything all at once!" He saw that her hand shook, that a little of her coffee spilled, and that again she grew steady. "Now our night-cap and good night!"
She drank hurriedly. Thereafter she yawned and made her little pretense of increased drowsiness.
"It"s been such a long day," she said. "You"ll forgive me if I tumble right straight into sleepy-land?"
Again they said good night and she left him, going down among the eerie dancing shadows to her own quarter, drawing his moody eyes after her.
When she had gone, he threw down his own blanket across the main entrance of the King"s Palace, filled his pipe again, and sat staring out into the night.
The fire cast up its red flare spasmodically, licked at the last of the dead branches which, rolling apart, burned out upon the rock floor.
The darkness once more blotted out all detail saving the few smouldering coals, the k.n.o.bs of stone in the small flickering circles of light, the quiet form of the man silhouetted against the lesser dark of the night without. Virginia, rigid and motionless at the spot to which she had stolen noiselessly, watched him breathlessly.
For only a little he sat smoking. Then, as though he experienced something of that weariness of which she had made pretense, he laid his pipe aside and stretched out upon his blanket, leaning upon an elbow.
She heard him sigh, vaguely made out when he let his head slip down upon an arm, saw that he had grown still, and was lying stretched out across the main threshold.
Now she must stand motionless while every fibre of her being demanded action; now she must curb impetuosity to the call of caution. As the seconds pa.s.sed, all but insupportable in their tedious slowness, she stood rigid and tense, waiting. But soon she knew that the drug had had its will with him, that he was steeped in deep sleep, that no longer must she wait, that now at length she might act.
Carrying her saddle-blanket she came to him and stood quietly looking down into his upturned face. At last she could let the tears burst into her eyes unchecked, now she could suddenly go down on her knees beside him, for an instant laying her cheek lightly against his in the first caress. Would it be the last? He stirred a little and sighed again. She drew back, still upon her knees again breathlessly rigid.
But his stupor clung heavily to him, and she knew that it would hold him thus for hours.
A score of burning questions clamoring in her mind she disposed of briefly, since time was of the essence.
"If I let you have your way, Rod Norton," she whispered, "you will go on from crime to tragedy. If I hand you over to the law, I will be betraying you for no end; for your type of man finds the way to break jail and so force his own hand to further violence. There is the one way out. . . . And G.o.d help me to succeed. G.o.d forgive me if I fail!"
She stole by him and stepped upon the outer ledge. She was leaving him helpless . . . the thought presented itself that she would have another thing to answer for if one of the many men with such cause to hate him should come upon him thus. Well, that was but one of the more remote chances she must take. There was scant enough likelihood that any one should come here before she could race into Las Estrellas and back.
Then it was that she saw Patten. She did not know at first that it was Patten, but just that within a few feet of her upon the ledge which she must travel to the steps a man was standing, his body jerking back, pressed against the rocks as he saw her. She drew back swiftly, her blood in riotous tumult.
But now, above aught else, the one thought in her mind was that there was no time for loitering, that the dawn would come all too soon, that there must be no delay. She stooped quickly and drew from its holster Norton"s heavy revolver. Her saddle-blanket over her left arm, the gun gripped in her right hand, she was once more upon the ledge, moving cautiously toward the figure seen a moment ago, gone now.
That it was Patten she knew only when she had gone down the steps and had overtaken him there. Retreating thus far, rea.s.sured when he had made out that it was the girl alone, he waited for her. And as she demanded nervously, "Who is it?" it was Patten"s disagreeable laugh which answered her.
"So," he jeered at her, "this is the sort of thing you do when you are supposed to be out on a case all night!"
Patten here! Had G.o.d sent him . . . or the devil? His insult she pa.s.sed over. She was not thinking of herself right now, of convention, of wagging tongues. She was just seeking to understand how this latest incident might simplify or make more complex her problem.
"I"ve had my suspicions all along," he laughed evilly. "To-night I followed and made sure. And now, my fine little white dove, what have you to say for yourself?"
Might she use Patten? She was but now on her way to Las Estrellas for aid. She would operate herself, she would take that upon herself, with no more regard for ethics than for Patten"s gossiping tongue. She believed that she could do it successfully; at the least she must make the attempt, though Norton died under her hand. The right? She had the right! The right because she loved him, because he loved her, because his whole future was at stake. But she must have a.s.sistance so that she submit him to no needless danger, so that she give him every chance under such circ.u.mstances as these. She would have brought a man from Las Estrellas, she would have let him think what pleased him, just saying that Norton had met with an accident, that an operation was necessary. And now Patten was here.
Could she use him?
"You followed us?" she said, gaining time for her thoughts.
"Yes; I followed you. I saw you come here. I watched while he unsaddled, how he came up to you. What I could not see through the rock walls I could guess! And now . . ."
"Well, now?" she repeated after him, so that Patten must have marvelled at her lack of emotion. "Now what?"
"Now," he spat at her venomously, "I think I have found the fact to shut Roderick Norton"s blabbing mouth for him!"
"I don"t understand . . ."
"You don"t? You mean that he hasn"t done any talking to you about me?"
"Oh!" And now suddenly she did understand. "You mean how you are not Caleb Patten at all but Charles? How you are no physician but liable to prosecution for illegal practising?"
Could she use him or could she not? That was what she was thinking, over and over.
"Where is he?" demanded Patten a little suspiciously. "What is he doing? What are you doing out here alone?"
"He is asleep," she told him.
Patten laughed again.
"Your little parties are growing commonplace then!"
"Charles Patten," she cut in coolly, "I have stood enough of your insult. Be still a moment and let me think."
He stared at her but for a little; his own mind busy, was silent.
Could she make use of this blind instrument which fate had thrust into her hand? She began to believe that she could.
"Charles Patten," she went on, a new vigor in her tone, "Mr. Norton knows enough concerning you to make you a deal of trouble. Just how long a term in the State prison he can get for you I don"t know.
But . . ."
"Haven"t I found the way to shut his mouth!" he said sharply.
"I think not. Before your slanders could travel far we could have found Father Jose and have been married. But let me finish. You have practised here for upward of two years, haven"t you? You have made money, you have a ranch of your own. That is one thing to keep in mind. The other is that more than one of your patients have died. I believe, Charles Patten, that it would be a simple matter to have the district attorney convict you of murder. That"s the second thing to remember."
Patten shifted uneasily. Then she knew that it had been G.o.d who had sent him. When he sought to bl.u.s.ter, she cut him short.
"In the morning, as soon as there is light enough," she said, wondering at her own calmness, "I am going to perform a capital operation upon Mr. Norton. It will be without his knowledge and consent. If he lives and you will give up your practice and retire to your ranch or what business pleases you, I will guarantee that he does not prosecute you for what has pa.s.sed. If he dies . . ."
"If he dies"--he s.n.a.t.c.hed the words from her--"it will be murder!"
". . . you would be free from prosecution," she continued, quite as though he had made no interruption, "I rather imagine that I should die, too. And, as you say, I would be liable for murder. He is asleep now because I have drugged him. I shall chloroform him before he wakes. I should have no defense in the law-courts. Yes, it would be murder."
He drew a step back from her as though from one suddenly gone mad.
"What are you operating for?" he demanded.
"For your blunder," she said simply. "And you are going to help me."
"Am I?" he jeered. "Not by a d.a.m.ned sight! If you think that I am going to let myself in for that sort of thing . . ."