"On the contrary!" Wiley was the first to recover himself. "A delightful surprise, my dear Angelica! Had I known you were coming directly home from the opera I would have offered my services."
"I--I thought you were going on to the Judsons" dance," Willa stammered.
"Evidently." Angie sneered, looking from one to the other of them. "I was mistaken also, it appears. I fancied you were indisposed, but that was a mere facon de parler, no doubt.--My cousin is getting on, isn"t she, Starr?"
Willa flushed, but Starr Wiley replied easily:
"We were just renewing our acquaintanceship, Miss Murdaugh and I met in Limasito, you know."
"How unfortunate!" Angie t.i.ttered. "Just when Willa was so successfully living down the past, too! It really wasn"t tactful of you, Starr--"
"You are mistaken once more, Angelica!" Willa had risen and her very lips were white. "I am not trying to live down the past, but to live up to it! If you will excuse me now--"
"Oh, don"t let me interrupt your charming tete-a-tete," shrugged Angie.
"I only stopped on my way to the Judsons" for my vanity case. The car is coming back for me."
Wiley glanced quickly at Willa, then turned to her cousin.
"I am going on also. Will you give me a lift? I really dropped in just to say "How-do-you-do"."
"Good-night, Mr. Wiley." Willa held out her hand to him.
"Good-night. Remember my prediction." His eyes rested upon her daringly, their ardor for a fleeting instant unmasked as the other girl turned away. "I am willing to stake my life that it will come true."
She smiled, adopting his own light bantering tone.
"Is it worth so high a stake? Good-night, Angie."
Without waiting for a reply, she bowed, and, turning, left them together.
CHAPTER XII
COALS OF FIRE
Willa paused in the vestibule of the shabby apartment-house and looked carefully up and down the street before venturing forth. The early dusk had fallen and the lamps were not yet alight, but the pa.s.sers-by were still clearly discernible in the gloom. The girl studied their movements for a time, and noting that none loitered or retraced their steps, she descended and made her way around the corner to where her car was waiting.
Dan Morrissey touched his cap with alacrity.
"One guy in a taxicab down the avenue there, Miss, and another across the street. Where to, now?"
"The little house on the Parkway, where you took me the first time," she directed on a sudden impulse. "When you drop me there, go straight back to the garage and wait until you get a call from me."
"They"re both stringing out behind us," he announced, when they had traversed a mile or more in silence.
"That is what I wanted them to do," Willa responded. "Don"t look back again, Dan; just go along as if you didn"t know anyone was trailing. I"m glad you lighted up while you were waiting for me."
The long, low car seemed to stretch out over the road like a lean horse in a speed that ate up the miles and more than one motor-cycle policeman gazed appraisingly after them, but they drove steadily ahead and drew up at length before the sagging gate.
Darkness had come and the little house looked bleak and deserted. As Willa sprang out of the car, Dan hesitated, and then volunteered:
"Looks as if there wasn"t anybody there. Sure you don"t want me to wait, Miss? The first taxi" is coming now."
"No. Don"t worry about me, Dan." She smiled understandingly. "I don"t think I"ll need you any more to-night, but wait at the garage until ten.
Now go quickly, please."
Without a backward glance, she mounted the path and inserted a key in the door. All was silence and gloom within, but she fumbled her way to a mantel in the small front room and found a box of matches. Lighting them one after the other as they burned out, she made her way from room to room on each of the two floors. They were bare of furniture, but the debris of a hasty exodus was visible everywhere, and half the windows were unfastened.
Willa wasted no time in looking about, but made her way quickly to the heat register let into the floor of each room, and opened them wide.
Then she fled down the creaking stairs to the cellar, heedless of the mice which scurried in droves before her, and opened the door of the cold, empty furnace.
The chill dampness of the low, cramped vault no less than the animate darkness made her shiver, but she resolutely crawled into the furnace and pulled the door close behind her. She was scarcely settled in her place when footsteps sounded on the porch above and an indistinguishable murmur of male voices.
Presently the footsteps retreated, there came the rasp of an opening window and then the tramp of feet within the house. There were two distinct treads; one light and springy as a cat"s, the other dragging heavily and in apparent reluctance from room to room in the wake of the first.
The voices reached her, now raised as the intruders called to each other, now lowered in an earnest monotone, but to Willa"s disappointment the registers did not carry the sound to her as she had hoped and the tones alone reached her ear in a confused rumble.
It was evident that a complete search of the house was in progress, but at last the two men came to a halt beside the register in the room directly above that part of the cellar where the girl crouched and the words floated down to her, sharp and distinct in the silence.
"They"ve flown the coop, all right, whoever they were." It was Vernon"s voice. "I don"t see why Willa came up here now, though, if she knew they had gone. Where do you suppose she is?"
"She may not have known." Starr Wiley replied thoughtfully. "Finding the place deserted and hearing us on the porch in all probability, she may have slipped out the back door and taken the subway down-town.
Remember that burnt match I found in the hall was still warm. I wonder if it"s worth while to have a look in the cellar?"
"In the darkness, and filth, and rats, too, for all you know? No girl would take a chance." Vernon"s tone was lofty with contempt, but it changed as he burst out: "Who are these people, anyway, and why are they hiding and what are you so keen after them for? I hate fooling around blindfold like this, and how do I know it"s fair to Willa? What is her connection with them?"
"You don"t have to know, my dear fellow!" Wiley spoke with the bland mockery the listening girl remembered. "It"s up to you to do what you are told and ask no questions. Why this sudden chivalry?"
"Well, you know, Willa"s one of the family now. Hang it, I like her, anyway, and I"m not going a step farther in this till I find out what the devil you are up to!"
"A perfectly square business deal, if you must know. Your conscience is waking up rather late in the day, don"t you think?" The mockery changed to a swift menace. "As to how far you will go, that will be as I direct, or you, my dear Vernon, will find yourself in a position where the going is distinctly not good."
"Gad! I"d rather face it than stand any more of your domineering!"
Vernon"s faltering tones belied his words and the other laughed shortly.
"All right. The money is earning no interest for me. I"ll put through the check to-morrow."
"Oh, I say--!"
"Then come along, you young puppy, and no more whining, or I"ll----"
The steps moved away and the voices again sank to an indistinguishable murmur, but Willa had learned enough. Waiting only long enough to make sure of their departure, she crept from her hiding-place, and, heedless of the soot which clung to her boots and skirt, she acted upon Wiley"s inadvertent suggestion.
From the subway station she took a taxicab and reached home just in time to dress for dinner. A not wholly disinterested plan was forming itself in her mind and gained added strength of purpose with each glance at Vernon"s pale, troubled face across the table.
Angie, who had been cold and distant all day, departed for the theater; the elder Halsteads went to a bridge party, but Vernon wandered aimlessly into the library where Willa found him staring into the fire in profound dejection.