When Dunkerque halted their progress, they were obliged to alight and change cars,--Hobbs a discreetly sinister shadow at the end of the platform.
By schedule they were to arrive in Calais about the middle of the forenoon, with a wait of three hours to be bridged before the departure of the Dover packet. That would be an anxious time; the prospect of it rendered both Dorothy and Kirkwood doubly anxious throughout this final stage of their flight. In three hours anything could happen, or be brought about. Neither could forget that it was quite within the bounds of possibilities for Calendar to be awaiting them in Calais. Presuming that Hobbs had been acute enough to guess their plans and advise his employer by telegraph, the latter could readily have antic.i.p.ated their arrival, whether by sea in the brigantine, or by land, taking the direct route via Brussels and Lille. If such proved to be the case, it were scarcely sensible to count upon the arch-adventurer contenting himself with a waiting role like Hobbs".
With such unhappy apprehensions for a stimulant, between them the man and the girl contrived a make-shift counter-stratagem; or it were more accurate to say that Kirkwood proposed it, while Dorothy rejected, disputed, and at length accepted it, albeit with sad misgivings. For it involved a separation that might not prove temporary.
Together they could never escape the surveillance of Mr. Hobbs; parted, he would be obliged to follow one or the other. The task of misleading the _Alethea"s_ mate, Kirkwood undertook, delegating to the girl the duty of escaping when he could provide her the opportunity, of keeping under cover until the hour of sailing, and then proceeding to England, with the gladstone bag, alone if Kirkwood was unable, or thought it inadvisable, to join her on the boat.
In furtherance of this design, a majority of the girl"s belongings were transferred from her traveling bag to Kirkwood"s, the gladstone taking their place; and the young man provided her with voluminous instructions, a revolver which she did not know how to handle and declared she would never use for any consideration, and enough money to pay for her accommodation at the Terminus Hotel, near the pier, and for two pa.s.sages to London. It was agreed that she should secure the steamer booking, lest Kirkwood be delayed until the last moment.
These arrangements concluded, the pair of blessed idiots sat steeped in melancholy silence, avoiding each other"s eyes, until the train drew in at the Gare Centrale, Calais.
In profound silence, too, they left their compartment and pa.s.sed through the station, into the quiet, sun-drenched streets of the seaport,--Hobbs hovering solicitously in the offing.
Without comment or visible relief of mind they were aware that their fears had been without apparent foundation; they saw no sign of Calendar, Stryker or Mulready. The circ.u.mstance, however, counted for nothing; one or all of the adventurers might arrive in Calais at any minute.
Momentarily more miserable as the time of parting drew nearer, dumb with unhappiness, they turned aside from the main thoroughfares of the city, leaving the business section, and gained the sleepier side streets, bordered by the residences of the proletariat, where for blocks none but children were to be seen, and of them but few--quaint, sober little bodies playing almost noiselessly in their dooryards.
At length Kirkwood spoke.
"Let"s make it the corner," he said, without looking at the girl. "It"s a short block to the next street. You hurry to the Terminus and lock yourself in your room. Have the management book both pa.s.sages; don"t run the risk of going to the pier yourself. I"ll make things interesting for Mr. Hobbs, and join you as soon as I can, _if_ I can."
"You must," replied the girl. "I shan"t go without you."
"But, Dor--Miss Calendar!" he exclaimed, aghast.
"I don"t care--I know I agreed," she declared mutinously. "But I won"t--I can"t. Remember I shall wait for you."
"But--but perhaps--"
"If you have to stay, it will be because there"s danger--won"t it? And what would you think of me if I deserted you then, af-after all y-you"ve done?... Please don"t waste time arguing. Whether you come at one to-day, to-morrow, or a week from to-morrow, I shall be waiting.... You may be sure. Good-by."
They had turned the corner, walking slowly, side by side; Hobbs, for the first time caught off his guard, had dropped behind more than half a long block. But now Kirkwood"s quick sidelong glance discovered the mate in the act of taking alarm and quickening his pace. None the less the American was at the time barely conscious of anything other than a wholly unexpected furtive pressure of the girl"s gloved fingers on his own.
"Good-by," she whispered.
He caught at her hand, protesting. "Dorothy--!"
"Good-by," she repeated breathlessly, with a queer little catch in her voice. "G.o.d be with you, Philip, and--and send you safely back to me...."
And she was running away.
Dumfounded with dismay, seeing in a flash how all his plans might be set at naught by this her unforeseen insubordination, he took a step or two after her; but she was fleet of foot, and, remembering Hobbs, he halted.
By this time the mate, too, was running; Kirkwood could hear the heavy pounding of his clumsy feet. Already Dorothy had almost gained the farther corner; as she whisked round it with a flutter of skirts, Kirkwood dodged hastily behind a gate-post. A thought later, Hobbs appeared, head down, chest out, eyes straining for sight of his quarry, pelting along for dear life.
As, rounding the corner, he stretched out in swifter stride, Kirkwood was inspired to put a spoke in his wheel; and a foot thrust suddenly out from behind the gate-post accomplished his purpose with more success than he had dared antic.i.p.ate. Stumbling, the mate plunged headlong, arms and legs a-sprawl; and the momentum of his pace, though checked, carried him along the sidewalk, face downwards, a full yard ere he could stay himself.
Kirkwood stepped out of the gateway and sheered off as Hobbs picked himself up; something which he did rather slowly, as if in a daze, without comprehension of the cause of his misfortune. And for a moment he stood pulling his wits together and swaying as though on the point of resuming his rudely interrupted chase; when the noise of Kirkwood"s heels brought him about face in a twinkling.
"Ow, it"s you, eh!" he snarled in a temper as vicious as his countenance; and both of these were much the worse for wear and tear.
"Myself," admitted Kirkwood fairly; and then, in a gleam of humor: "Weren"t you looking for me?"
His rage seemed to take the little c.o.c.kney and shake him by the throat; he trembled from head to foot, his face shockingly congested, and spat out dust and fragments of lurid blasphemy like an infuriated cat.
Of a sudden, "W"ere"s the gel?" he sputtered thickly as his quick shifting eyes for the first time noted Dorothy"s absence.
"Miss Calendar has other business--none with you. I"ve taken the liberty of stopping you because I have a word or two--"
"Ow, you "ave, "ave you? Gawd strike me blind, but I"ve a word for you, too!... "And over that bag--and look nippy, or I"ll myke you pye for w"at you"ve done to me ... I"ll myke you pye!" he iterated hoa.r.s.ely, edging closer. ""And it over or--"
"You"ve got another guess--" Kirkwood began, but saved his breath in deference to an imperative demand on him for instant defensive action.
To some extent he had underestimated the brute courage of the fellow, the violent, desperate courage that is distilled of anger in men of his kind.
Despising him, deeming him incapable of any overt act of villainy, Kirkwood had been a little less wary than he would have been with Calendar or Mulready. Hobbs had seemed more of the craven type which Stryker graced so conspicuously. But now the American was to be taught discrimination, to learn that if Stryker"s nature was like a snake"s for low cunning and deviousness, Hobbs" soul was the soul of a viper.
Almost imperceptibly he had advanced upon Kirkwood; almost insensibly his right hand had moved toward his chest; now, with a movement marvelously deft, it had slipped in and out of his breast pocket. And a six-inch blade of tarnished steel was winging toward Kirkwood"s throat with the speed of light.
Instinctively he stepped back; as instinctively he guarded with his right forearm, lifting the hand that held the satchel. The knife, catching in his sleeve, scratched the arm beneath painfully, and simultaneously was twisted from the mate"s grasp, while in his surprise Kirkwood"s grip on the bag-handle relaxed. It was torn forcibly from his fingers just as he received a heavy blow on his chest from the mate"s fist. He staggered back.
By the time he had recovered from the shock, Hobbs was a score of feet away, the satchel tucked under his arm, his body bent almost double, running like a jack-rabbit. Ere Kirkwood could get under way, in pursuit, the mate had dodged out of sight round the corner. When the American caught sight of him again, he was far down the block, and bettering his pace with every jump.
He was approaching, also, some six or eight good citizens of Calais, men of the laboring cla.s.s, at a guess. Their attention attracted by his frantic flight, they stopped to wonder. One or two moved as though to intercept him, and he doubled out into the middle of the street with the quickness of thought; an instant later he shot round another corner and disappeared, the natives streaming after in hot chase, electrified by the inspiring strains of "Stop, thief!"--or its French equivalent.
Kirkwood, cheering them on with the same wild cry, followed to the farther street; and there paused, so winded and weak with laughter that he was fain to catch at a fence picket for support. Standing thus he saw other denizens of Calais spring as if from the ground miraculously to swell the hue and cry; and a dumpling of a gendarme materialized from nowhere at all, to fall in behind the rabble, waving his sword above his head and screaming at the top of his lungs, the while his fat legs twinkled for all the world like thick sausage links marvelously animated.
The mob straggled round yet another corner and was gone; its clamor diminished on the still Spring air; and Kirkwood, recovering, abandoned Mr. Hobbs to the justice of the high G.o.ds and the French system of jurisprudence (at least, he hoped the latter would take an interest in the case, if haply Hobbs were laid by the heels), and went his way rejoicing.
As for the scratch on his arm, it was nothing, as he presently demonstrated to his complete satisfaction in the seclusion of a chance-sent fiacre.
Kirkwood, commissioning it to drive him to the American Consulate, made his diagnosis _en route_; wound a handkerchief round the negligible wound, rolled down his sleeve, and forgot it altogether in the joys of picturing to himself Hobbs in the act of opening the satchel in expectation of finding therein the gladstone bag.
At the consulate door he paid off the driver and dismissed him; the fiacre had served his purpose, and he could find his way to the Terminus Hotel at infinitely less expense. He had a considerably harder task before him as he ascended the steps to the consular doorway, knocked and made known the nature of his errand.
No malicious destiny could have timed the hour of his call more appositely; the consul was at home and at the disposal of his fellow-citizens--within bounds.
In the course of thirty minutes or so Kirkwood emerged with dignity from the consulate, his face crimson to the hair, his soul smarting with shame and humiliation; and left an amused official representative of his country"s government with the impression of having been entertained to the point of ennui by an exceptionally clumsy but pertinacious liar.
For the better part of the succeeding hour Kirkwood circ.u.mnavigated the neighborhood of the steamer pier and the Terminus Hotel, striving to render himself as inconspicuous as he felt insignificant, and keenly on the alert for any sign or news of Hobbs. In this pursuit he was pleasantly disappointed.
At noon precisely, his suspense grown too onerous for his strength of will, throwing caution and their understanding to the winds, he walked boldly into the Terminus, and inquired for Miss Calendar.
The a.s.surance he received that she was in safety under its roof did not deter him from sending up his name and asking her to receive him in the public lounge; he required the testimony of his senses to convince him that no harm had come to her in the long hour and a half that had elapsed since their separation.
Woman-like, she kept him waiting. Alone in the public rooms of the hotel, he suffered excruciating torments. How was he to know that Calendar had not arrived and found his way to her?
When at length she appeared on the threshold of the apartment, bringing with her the traveling bag and looking wonderfully the better for her ninety minutes of complete repose and privacy, the relief he experienced was so intense that he remained transfixed in the middle of the floor, momentarily able neither to speak nor to move.
On her part, so f.a.gged and distraught did he seem, that at sight of his care-worn countenance she hurried to him with outstretched, compa.s.sionate hands and a low pitiful cry of concern, forgetful entirely of that which he himself had forgotten--the emotion she had betrayed on parting.