Willa eagerly followed his eyes. Why had she not guessed? He had spoken only of "Edna" to her, but the likeness was unmistakable; the same smooth brown hair, clear-cut profile with the firm, rounded chin and frank, steady, laughing eyes. She remembered vaguely having been presented, but the conventional tone of the other"s greeting had awakened no memories. Willa drew a deep breath.
"I"d like to really know her," she said wistfully.
"She"s a rattling good sort; you"ll like her, when you do.--I say, was Wiley anywhere around when that raid took place?"
"I don"t know." The eager light faded from Willa"s eyes. "Why?"
"Oh, well, I can"t just imagine him doing what Thode did, that"s all.
But perhaps I shouldn"t have said that. Even if you haven"t met him yet, you will probably see a great deal of him when he returns."
"How do you mean?" Her tone was oddly constrained, but Winnie was impervious to subtleties.
"I really haven"t any right to discuss it since it hasn"t been announced, but I thought you knew." He nodded toward the group of callow youths who surrounded Angelica. "It"s an open secret that he"s going to marry your cousin."
Still later, as the two Norths rode homeward, the older turned a speculative eye on his son.
"Win, how did you meet Miss Murdaugh?--Don"t look at me like that, you young pirate! I mean the first time. I overheard some of your conversation before dinner."
"I refuse to answer, not on the ground that it would incriminate either the lady or myself, but merely because it is against the rules of the game." Winnie responded glibly, throwing an affectionate arm across his father"s shoulders. "Governor, she"s a peach of a girl!"
"She is a most extraordinary young woman." Mason North agreed, with conviction. "Fine-looking, too; I don"t believe I noticed it before to-night. You seemed to be getting on famously with her later in the evening. Except when she is angry, I have never seen her so animated."
"Yes." Winnie sobered. "We were talking about another fellow."
CHAPTER X
AN ACE IN THE HOLE
November was well advanced, and the first snow of the season was falling when Starr Wiley reappeared in New York. His coming was unheralded, but Harrington Chase was on hand when the train crawled into the station at midnight and the two partners repaired to the room of the returned wanderer, where they held an absorbing conference until the small hours.
Nevertheless, Wiley was stirring bright and early. He appeared thinner than a month or two previous, and he was tanned as with much roughing it on the open trail; his eyes, too, were clear, but there was an odd, furtive droop to their lids which had not been noticeable before.
Abstractedly he drank his coffee, and then, ignoring the tray piled high with its acc.u.mulation of mail which his valet had placed on the table, he drew his lounging-robe about him and picked up the telephone.
When his number was connected a respectful male voice replied to the summons.
"Mr. Halstead. Mr. Vernon Halstead, please. . . . Well, wake him, then. . . . I can"t help that, it"s important."
There was a full minute"s pause and then a querulous, sleepy voice grumbled over the wire.
"That you, Vernie? This is Starr. . . . Just last night. . . . No, you won"t, either, you"re not supposed to know I"m in town till someone else tells you later in the day, do you understand? . . . The racket is this: I"ve got to see you at once, privately. I"ll wait here just twenty minutes for you. . . . Yes, you can and you will! You seem to forget, my friend, that I hold the whip hand. . . . No hard feelings, Vernie, but you know what"s in store for you if you don"t do what you"re told. . . That"s better! In twenty minutes? Right!"
Willa, meantime, had plowed her way through the slush in the Park on her early morning canter, and surrendered herself listlessly to the hands of her hair-dresser. A morning musicale, a luncheon, four teas, a dinner, opera and a dance formed the program of the day before her and she quailed in spirit. The novelty of the first few weeks following her initial dinner party had worn off, and greater ease and familiarity with the social round brought with it only an added restlessness and contempt.
There had been no clash, of late, between her will and that of the wary Mrs. Halstead, but the latter watched her every move with argus eyes and directed each detail of the day so implacably that Willa had followed the line of least resistance, save in one particular: she still slipped away at odd moments and left no trail.
Mrs. Halstead was therefore suspicious when, after the luncheon, Willa pleaded a headache, and announced flatly that she would take a siesta in lieu of attending the receptions.
"But, my dear, surely you will make an effort to put in an appearance, at least at the Allardyce"s. I am particularly anxious that you make an impression there; they are most exclusive, and if they take you up your position is a.s.sured. You cannot afford to miss this opportunity."
"Oh, yes, I can." The smooth, dominant voice roused Willa swiftly to white heat. "I haven"t seen anything about this outfit yet that comes too high for Grandfather Murdaugh"s money."
It was the first cynical remark that had ever fallen from the girl"s lips, but she was learning fast, and Mrs. Halstead recognized the storm signals and withdrew.
In the hall, she encountered Willa"s maid, a bright-eyed, hard-featured Frenchwoman.
"Liane, if Mademoiselle goes out before I return, you know what to do?"
"Bien, Madame, pairfectly." The woman smiled quietly, and, turning, reentered her mistress" room.
"Go away, Liane. I"m going to try to rest. No, don"t pull the curtains, I want the air. You may call me at six."
Willa waited half an hour, then, dressing quickly in plain, dark clothing, she slipped from the house.
A taxi" stand was two blocks away on the Avenue, and as Willa stepped into the first cab, a taller, portlier figure entered the second, and followed slowly but persistently through the maze of traffic. The girl glanced from the window at the back to make sure of her espionage, then took up the speaking-tube.
"Never mind that address I gave you. Drive into the Park, to where you can find a sharp turn in the road; get around it as fast as the law will let you and then stop, but keep your engine going. There"s a good tip in it for you if you obey instructions."
"Right, Miss."
The car swerved into the Park entrance, and Willa sat back with a peculiar light in her eyes. When it stopped abruptly she sprang out, and, walking rapidly back to the turn in the driveway, waited beside a screening clump of shrubbery.
In a moment the second taxi" hummed about the corner. The girl stepped forward with her arm thrown up and the chauffeur, bewildered, brought his car to a stop with a grinding jar of the brakes. In a moment Willa had the door open.
"Get out, Liane," she commanded briefly, and with one look at her blazing eyes the woman meekly obeyed. Willa turned to the chauffeur.
"How much does your meter register? Take it out of this, keep the rest for yourself and go. Your fare will not need you any longer."
The man hesitated, but his late pa.s.senger made no move, and the proffered banknote was a tempting one. He took it and went.
When the humming of his engine had died away Willa addressed herself to the cowering maid.
"You can walk back now, and tell your employer that you have failed.
Tell her, too, that your services are no longer required, and mind you stay only long enough to pack your things, for if I find you there on my return, I"ll show you what we do to spies where I come from!"
"But, Mademoiselle, I was obeying my instructions!" The maid gesticulated vehemently. "Madame commanded that I follow and observe who is at the rendez-vous. If Mademoiselle will be calm and tranquil we may come to an understanding, is it not so? I would prefer to be wholly in the service of Mademoiselle, and we might together arrange a little story for Madame----"
"Sell her out, would you, you treacherous Jane!" The old vernacular returned unbidden to Willa"s lips. "You"d play both ways from the ace and take in the look-out? If I had you down in Mexico I"d shoot you full of holes! You heard me! If I find you at the house when I get back, look out for your wretched skin!"
She sprang into her own taxi with a swift word to the chauffeur and bowled away, leaving her erstwhile guard wringing her hands in the road.
At the gate of the neat little frame house far up on the Parkway, her driver hesitated.
"Excuse me, Miss, but it"s only fair to tell you this car can be traced here from the stand. I wouldn"t double-cross you, but if the police get after me I"ll have to come through."
Willa smiled and then her face grew thoughtful.