It was a dark windy night, slightly cool for August, and a fine misty rain was blowing. Bessy"s footsteps pattered softly as she ran block after block, and she did not slacken her pace till she reached the house where Daren Lane had his room. In answer to her ring a woman appeared, who told her Mr. Lane was out.
This was a severe disappointment to Bessy, and left her an alternative that required more than courage, but she did not vacillate. She sped swiftly on in the dark, for the electric lights were few and far between, until the black of the gloomy building, where the boys had their club, loomed up. On the corner Bessy saw a man standing with his back to a telegraph pole. This occasioned her much concern; perhaps he might be watching the building. But he had not seen her, of that she was certain. The possibility that he might be a spy made her task all the harder.
Bessy returned the way she come, crossed at the next corner, hurried round the block and up to the outside stairway that was her objective point.
By feeling along the brick wall she brought up, with a sudden b.u.mp, at the back of the stairway. Then she deliberated. If she went around to the front so as to get access to the steps, she might pa.s.s in range of the loiterer whom she mistrusted. That risk she would not incur.
Examining the wall that enclosed the box-like stairway as best she could in the dark, she found it rickety, full of holes and cracks, and she decided she would climb it. A sheer perpendicular board wall, some twelve or fifteen feet high, shrouded in pitchy darkness and apparently within earshot of a police spy, did not daunt Bessy Bell.
Slipping her strong fingers in crevices and her slim toes in cracks, she climbed up and up, till she got hold of the railing post on the first platform. Here she had great difficulty to keep from falling, but lifting and squirming her supple body, by a desperate effort she got her knees on the platform, and then pulled herself to safety. Once on the stairs she ran up the remaining few steps to the landing, where she rested panting and triumphant.
As she was about to go on she heard footsteps, which froze her. A man was crossing the street. He came from the direction of the corner where she had seen the supposed spy. Presently she saw him stop under one of the trees to scratch a match, and in the round glow of light she saw him puff at a cigar. Then he pa.s.sed on with uncertain steps, as of one slightly under the influence of drink.
Bessy"s heart warmed to life and began to beat again. Then she sought for the key. She had been told where it was, but did not remember.
Slipping her hand under the railing, close to the wall, she felt a string, and, pulling at it suddenly, found the key in her hand. She glided into the dim hall, feeling along the wall for a door, until she found it. With trembling fingers she inserted the key in the lock, and the door swung inward silently. Bessy went in, leaving the key on the outside.
Dark as it had been without, it was light compared to the ebon blackness within. Bessy felt ice form in the marrow of her bones. The darkness was tangible; it seemed to envelop her in heavy folds. The sudden natural impulse to fly out of the thick creeping gloom, down the stairway to the light, strung her muscles for instant action, but checked by the swiftly following thought of her purpose, they relaxed, and she took not a backward step.
"Rose did her part and I"ll do mine," she cogitated. "I"ve got to save them. But what to do--I may have to wait. I know--in the big room--the closet behind the curtain! I can find that even in this dark, and once in there I won"t be afraid."
Bessy, fired by this inspiration, groped along the wall through the room to the large chamber, stumbled over chairs and a couch and at last got her hands on the drapery. She readily found the k.n.o.b, turned it, opened the door and stepped in.
"I hope they won"t be long," she thought. "I hope the girls come first. I don"t want to burst into a room full of boys. Won"t Daren be surprised when I tell him--maybe angry! But it"s bound to come out all right, and father will never know."
CHAPTER XVI
Early one August evening Lane went out to find a cool misty rain blowing down from the hills. At the inn he encountered Colonel Pepper, who wore a most woebegone and ludicrous expression. He pounced at once upon Lane.
"Daren, what do you think?" he wailed, miserably.
"I don"t think. I know. You"ve gone and done it--pulled that stunt of yours again," returned Lane.
"Yes--but oh, so much worse this time."
"Worse! How could it be worse, unless you mean some one punched your head."
"No. That would have been nothing.... Daren, this--this time I--it was a lady!" gasped Pepper.
"Oh, say now, Pepper--not really?" queried Lane, incredulously.
"It was. And a lady I--I admire very much."
"Who?"
"Miss Amanda Hill."
"The schoolteacher? Nice little woman like that! Pepper, why couldn"t you pick on one of these Middleville gossips or society dames?"
"Lord--I didn"t know who she was--until after--and I couldn"t have helped it anyway," he replied, mopping his red face. "When--I saw her--and she recognized me--I nearly died.... It was at White"s Confectionery Den. And I"m afraid some people saw me."
"Well. You old duffer! And you say you admire this lady very much?"
"Indeed I do. I call on her."
"Colonel, your name is Dennis," replied Lane, with merciless humor.
"It serves you right."
The little man evidently found relief in his confession and in Lane"s censure.
"I"m cured forever," he declared vehemently. "And say, Lane, I"ve been looking for you. Have you been at my rooms lately--you know--to take a peep?"
"I have not," replied Lane, turning sharply. A slight chill went over him. "I thought that club stuff was off."
"Off--nothing," whispered Colonel Pepper, drawing Lane aside. "Swann and his strong-arm gang just got foxy. They quit for a while. Now they"re rushing the girls in there--say from four to five--and in the evenings a little while, not too late. Oh, they"re the slick bunch, picking out the ice cream soda hour when everybody"s downtown.... You run up to my rooms right now. And I"ll gamble----"
"I"ll go," interrupted Lane, grimly.
Not fifteen minutes before he had seen his sister Lorna and a chum, Gail Williams, go into White"s place. Lane"s pulse quickened. As he started to go he ran into Blair Maynard who grasped at him: "What"s hurry, old scout?"
"Blair, I"m never in a hurry if you want me. But the fact is I"ve got rather urgent business. How about to-morrow?"
"Sure. Meet you here. I just wanted to unload on you, Dare. Looks as if my mother has hatched it up between Margie and our esteemed countryman, Richard Swann."
It was not often that Lane cursed, but he did so now.
"But Blair, didn"t you _tell_ your mother what this fellow is?"
remonstrated Lane.
"Well, I"ll say I did," replied Blair, sardonically. "Cut no ice whatever. She didn"t believe. She didn"t care for any proofs. All rich young men had their irregularities!... Good G.o.d! Doesn"t it make you sick?"
"But how about Holt Dalrymple?"
"Holt"s turned over a new leaf. He"s working hard, and I think he has taken a tumble to himself. Listen to this. He met Margie with d.i.c.k Swann out at one of the lake dances--Watkins" Lake. And he cut her dead. I"m sorry for Margie. She sure is rank poison these days....
Well, speak of the devil!"
Holt Dalrymple collided with them at the entrance of the inn. The haggard, sullen, heated look that had characterized him was gone. He was sunburned, and his dark eyes were bright. He greeted his friends warmly. They chatted for a moment. Then Lane grew thoughtful, all the while gazing at Holt.
"What"s the idea?" queried that worthy, presently. "Anything wrong with me?"
"Boy, you"re just great. Seeing you has done me good.... You ask what"s the idea. Holt, would you do me a favor?"
"Would I? Listen to the guy," returned young Dalrymple. "Daren, I"d do any old thing for you."
"Do you happen to know Bessy Bell?" went on Lane.
Dalrymple quickened with surprise. "Yes, I know her. Some little peach!... I almost ran into her down on West Street a few minutes ago.
She wore a white veil. She didn"t see me, or recognize me. But I sure knew her. She was almost running. I bet a million to myself she had a date at the club."