Between the two men, the situation was now most difficult. Quite instinctively Hal had fallen in with his father"s theory that the primal necessity, after the tragedy, was to keep everything out of print. That by so doing he wholly subverted his own hard-won policy did not, in the stress of the crisis, occur to him. Later he realized it. Yet he could see no other course of action as having been possible to him. The mere plain facts of the case const.i.tuted an accusation against Dr. Surtaine, unthinkable for a son to publish against his father. And Hal still cozened himself into a belief in the quack"s essential innocence, persuading his own reason that there was a blind side to the man which rendered it impossible for him to see through the legal into the ethical phases of the question. By this method he was saving his loyalty and affection. But so profound had been the shock that he could not, for a time, endure the constant companionship of former days. Consequently the frequent calls which Dr. Surtaine deemed it expedient to make for the sake of appearances, at Hal"s hotel, resulted in painful, rambling, topic-shifting talks, devoid of any human touch other than the pitiful and thwarted affection of two personalities at hopeless odds. "Least said soonest mended" was a favorite aphorism of the experienced quack.
But in this tangle it failed him. It was he who first touched on the poisoned theme.
"Look here, Boy-ee," said he, a week after the burial. "We"re both scared to death of what each of us is thinking. Let"s agree to forget this until you are ready to talk it out with me."
"What good will talk do?" said Hal drearily.
"None at present." His father sighed. He had hoped for a clean breast of it, a confession of the intrigue that should leave the way open to a readjustment of relations. "So let"s put the whole thing aside."
"All right," agreed Hal listlessly. "I suppose you know," he added, "before we close the subject, that I"ve ordered the Relief Pills advertising out of the "Clarion.""
"You needn"t have bothered. It won"t be offered again."
Silence fell between them. "I"ve about decided to quit that line," the charlatan resumed with an obvious effort. "Not that it isn"t strictly legal," he added, falling back upon his reserve defense. "But it"s too troublesome. The copy is ticklish; I"ve had to write all those ads.
myself. And, at that, there"s some newspapers won"t accept "em and others that want to edit "em. Belford Couch and I have been going over the whole matter. He"s the diplomat of the concern. And we"ve about decided to sell out. Anyway," he added, brightening, "there ain"t hardly money enough in a side-line like the Pills to pay for the trouble of running it separate."
If Dr. Surtaine had looked for explicit approval of his virtuous resolution, he was disappointed. Yet Hal experienced, or tried to believe that he experienced, a certain fact.i.tious glow of satisfaction at this proof that his father was ready to give up an evil thing even without being fully convinced of its wrongfulness. This helped the son to feel that, at least, his sacrifice had been made for a worthy affection. Still, he had no word to say except that he must get to the office. The Doctor left with gloom upon his handsome face.
With McGuire Ellis, Hal"s a.s.sociation had become even more difficult than with the Doctor. Since his abrupt and unceremonious departure from the room of death, in the belief in Hal"s guilt, Ellis had maintained a purely professional att.i.tude toward his employer. For a time, in his wretchedness and turmoil of spirit, Hal had scarcely noticed Ellis"s withdrawal of fellowship, vaguely attributing his silence to unexpressed sympathy. But later, when he broached the subject of Milly"s death, he was met with a stony avoidance which inspired both astonishment and resentment. Sub-normal as he now was in nervous strength and tension, he shrank from having it out with Ellis. But he felt, for the first time in his life, forlorn and friendless.
On his part McGuire Ellis brooded over a deep anger. He was not a man to yield lightly of his best; but he had given to Hal, first a fine loyalty, and later, as they grew into closer a.s.sociation, a warm if rather reticent affection. For the rough idealist had found in his employer an idealism not always as clear and intelligent as his own, yet often higher and finer; and along with the professional protectiveness which he had a.s.sumed over the younger man"s inexperience had come an honest admiration and far-reaching hopes. Now he saw in his chief one who had betrayed his cause through a weak and selfish indulgence. The clear-sighted journalist knew that the newspaper owner with a shameful secret binds his own power in the coils of that secret. And fatally in error as he was as to the nature of the entanglement in which Hal was involved, he foresaw the inevitable effect of the situation upon the "Clarion." Moreover, he was bitterly disappointed in Hal as a man. Had his superior "gone on the loose" and contracted a _liaison_ with some woman of the outer world, Ellis would have pa.s.sed over the abstract morality of the question. But to take advantage of a girl in his own employ, and then so cruelly to leave her to her fate,--there was rot at the heart of the man who could do that. The excision of the offending "Relief Pills" ad. after the culmination of the tragedy, was simply a sop to hypocrisy.
Only once had Ellis made any reference to Milly"s death. On the day of her funeral Max Veltman had disappeared, without notice. A week later he reported for duty, shaken and pallid.
"Do you want to take him back?" Ellis inquired of Hal.
Hal"s first impulse was to say "No"; but he conquered it, remembering Milly Neal"s pitiful generosity toward her lover.
"Where has he been?" he asked.
"Drunk, I guess."
"What do you think?"
"I think yes."
"All right, if he"s sobered up. Tell him it mustn"t happen again."
There was a gleam in McGuire Ellis"s eye. "Suppose _you_ tell him that it mustn"t happen again. It would come with more force from you."
Hal whirled in his chair. "Mac, what"s the matter with you?"
"Nothing. I was just thinking of "Kitty the Cutie.""
"What were you thinking of her?"
"Only that Max Veltman would have gone through h.e.l.l-fire for her. And, from his looks, he"s been through and had the heart burned out of him."
With that he resumed his proof-reading in a dogged silence.
To Hal"s great relief Veltman kept out of his way. The man seemed dazed with misery, but did his work well enough. Rumors reached the office that he was striving to gain a refuge from his sufferings by giving all his leisure hours to work in the Rookeries district, under the direction of the Reverend Norman Hale. Ellis was of the opinion that his mind was somewhat affected, and that he would bear watching a bit; and was the more disturbed in that Veltman shared the secret of the great epidemic "spread," now practically completed for the "Clarion"s" publishing or suppressing. Ellis held the belief that, now, Hal would order it suppressed. The man who had shirked his responsibility to Milly Neal could hardly be relied on for the stamina necessary to such an exploitation.
The time was at hand for the decision to be made. The two physicians, Elliot and Merritt, pressed for publication. Every day, they pointed out, not only meant a further risk of life, but also increased the impending danger of a general outburst which would find the city wholly unprepared. On the other hand, the journalists, Ellis and Wayne, held out for delay. They perceived the one weak point in their case, that neither a dead body nor a living patient had as yet come to the hands of the const.i.tuted authorities for diagnosis. The sole determination had been made on corpses carried across the line and now probably impossible of identification. The committee fund was doing its work of concealment effectually. But Fate tripped the strategy board at last, using the Reverend Norman Hale as its agent.
Since Milly Neal"s death, the Reverend Norman had tried to find time to call on Hal Surtaine, and had failed. He wished to talk with him about Veltman. Three days after the funeral he had hauled the "Clarion"s"
foreman out of the gutter, stood between him and suicide for one savage night of struggle, and listened to the remorse of a haunted soul. Being a man and a brother, the Reverend Norman forbore blame or admonition; being a physician of the inner being, he devised work for the wreck in his slums, and had driven him relentlessly that he might find peace in the service of others. Slowly the man won back to sanity. One obsession persisted, however, disturbing to the clergyman. Veltman was willing to do penance himself, in any possible way, but he insisted that, since the Surtaines shared his guilt, they, too, must make amends, before his dead mistress could rest in her grave. Apprised by Veltman of the whole wretched story, Hale secretly sympathized with this view of the Surtaines" responsibility. But he was concerned lest, in Veltman, it take some form of direct vengeance. When he learned that Veltman had returned to the "Clarion" composing-room to work, the minister, unable to spare time for a call from his almost sleepless activities, sent an urgent request to Hal to meet him at the Recreation Club. Hal being out, Ellis got the note, observed the "Immediate and Important" on the envelope, read the contents, and set out for the rendezvous.
He never got there. For at the corner of Sperry Street he was met by a messenger who knew him.
"The back room at McManey"s," said the urchin. "He"s in there, waitin"."
Ellis entered the place. At a table sat the Reverend Norman Hale, with an expression of radiant happiness on his gaunt face. The barkeeper, who, on his own initiative, had just brought in a steaming hot drink, stood watching him with unfeigned concern. Hale welcomed Ellis warmly, and drew a chair close for him.
"You sent for Mr. Surtaine," said Ellis.
"Did I?" asked the other vaguely. "I forget. It doesn"t matter. Nothing matters, now. Ellis, I"ve found out the secret."
"What secret?"
"The great secret. The solution," replied the young minister, buoyantly.
"All that is necessary is to get the bodies."
"Yes, of course," agreed the other, with rising uneasiness. "But they smuggle them out as fast--"
"They won"t when I"ve told them. McGuire Ellis,"--he gripped his companion suddenly with fingers that clamped like a burning vise,--"_I can bring the dead back to life_."
"Tell me about it. But take a swallow of this first." Ellis pushed the hot drink toward him. "You"re cold."
"Nothing but excitement. The glory of it! All this suffering and grief and death--"
"Wait a minute. I want a drink myself."
He turned to the bartender. "Get an auto," he whispered. "Quick!"
"There"s a rig outside," said the man. "I seen he was sick when he came in, so I sent for it."
"Good man!" said Ellis. "Telephone to Dr. Merritt at the Health Office to meet me instantly at the hospital. Tell him why. Now, Mr. Hale," he added, "come on. Let"s get along. You can tell me on the way."
Still rapt with his vision the minister rose, and permitted himself to be guided to the carriage. Once inside he fell into a semi-stupor. Only at the hospital, where Dr. Merritt was waiting to see him safe within the isolation ward, did he come to his rightful senses, cool, and, as ever, thoughtful of everything but himself.
"You"ve got your chance for a diagnosis at last, Doctor," he whispered to the health officer.
Half an hour later, Dr. Merritt came out to the waiting journalist.
"Typhus," he said, with grievous exultation. "Unmistakably and officially typhus. We"ve got our case. Only, I wish to G.o.d it had been any of the rest of us."
"Will he die?" queried Ellis.
"G.o.d knows. I should say his chance was worse than even. He"s worn out from overwork."