Thode had more than a suspicion that Wiley"s objective in Limasito was closely allied to his own. If Jose had indeed been Hallock"s informant, and the unscrupulous promoter had traced the legend to this latest source, his anger at being unable to bully the boy into further disclosures would be easily understood.
That night, when the moon had risen, Thode crossed the plaza and started out on foot for the shack. He would not allow himself a glance in the direction of the metamorphosed Blue Chip, but resolutely held his thoughts to the immediate issue. Jose had accepted him not only as a benefactor but as the friend of his adored senorita; would he be induced to speak?
The shack was dark when he finally reached it and only silence greeted his knock upon the sagging door. It yielded to his touch, and after a moment"s hesitation he stepped inside, and groping, found the lamp.
Touching a match to the wick, he replaced the cracked chimney and looked about him. Gone!
The little one-room dwelling was in chaos, the chest of drawers ransacked and even the two poor beds had been pulled violently apart.
Everything spoke of hasty and frenzied flight. What could it mean?
As the young engineer stood bewildered at this unexpected scene, there came over his senses once more the inexplicable intuition of the afternoon. Someone, something was spying upon him!
He thrust it into the back of his mind, however, striving to recall a memory which eluded him. What had Billie told him of a witch"s cauldron in the grove of zapote trees, where the old crone had wrought magic which to her, at least, was very real? Could the explanation of this amazing evanescence be found there?
Shading the lamp with his hand, he stumbled out the door and followed the weed-choked path to the little clearing. A huge battered kettle lay on its side in a heap of ashes which looked as though they had recently been alight. Thode stirred them with his foot, then bent hastily; they were still warm, and from their midst protruded a gleam of something white.
Kneeling, he set the lamp carefully upon the ground beside him and pulled the sc.r.a.p of paper from its hiding-place. It was partially burned, but some freak of air-current or flame had left its destruction incomplete, and he saw that a rude plan or map had been drawn upon it.
He had only time to note that an irregular oval was traced in its center, with a crooked, wavering cross at one end. Then as he bent closer to the light a twig snapped treacherously behind him and a crushing blow upon his head blotted out consciousness.
CHAPTER VII
ALIEN KIN
Mr. Mason North"s elation at the culmination of his protracted search gave way to vague but undeniable misgiving before the end of the return journey. Miss Murdaugh was utterly unlike anything he could have preconceived. His trained legal mind, unburdened with imagination, had nevertheless presented possibilities, during the two years of his previous investigation, from which his fastidious soul shrank. What could a creature brought up by a wandering card-sharp in mining-camps and frontier towns offer for rescue and redemption?
His fears had vanished at first sight of her, however, Here was a girl, untutored and unconventional, to be sure, but singularly free from any corruption and with distinct social possibilities.
He patronized her in bland condescension at their journey"s start and found her gratifyingly amenable, but they had scarcely crossed the border, before he found to his stupefaction that he was confronted by a will as serenely implacable as his own.
Willa listened to his didactic suggestions with an open mind and a direct unwavering gaze which he found mildly disconcerting, but she acted upon them only after due and independent consideration and those that did not meet with her approval she rejected in a quiet finality of manner which, while it left their surface cordiality undisturbed, nevertheless brooked no further argument.
His idea of engaging a maid or chaperon for the trip she had vetoed promptly.
"I"ve always looked out for myself, and I reckon I can now, so long as you"re around to see that the train don"t get uncoupled while you"re in the smoker or I"m in the observation car," she informed him. "I have to kind of get on to myself, after all that"s been happening to me, and I couldn"t with some nosey Jane at my heels every minute. I suppose there will have to be someone to shine up my nails and fix my hair and cinch my clothes on me, but that can wait till Mrs. Halstead picks one out."
Mr. North shrank from such unfeminine candor, but he made no further reference to a duenna, although as the journey progressed he regretted his weakness. Willa had an inexplicable penchant for disappearing at intervals, suddenly and without warning. Where she could get to on a train or station platform, from under his very eyes, and what errand prompted her were beyond his comprehension; but she eluded him with the utmost ease and sang-froid whenever the spirit moved her, and her matter-of-fact explanations when she returned were obviously and designedly open to question.
He could feel himself aging beneath the strain and he heartily wished his charge in Mrs. Halstead"s capable hands. His wife had been dead so long that the paths of feminine idiosyncrasies were an untrodden maze to him, and his condescension turned to consternation and an awed respect.
In spite of his anxiety, the girl proved a fascinating study. She showed no interest in the outside world and rarely glanced from the car window, but her nave curiosity concerning their fellow pa.s.sengers and friendly familiarity toward them kept him constantly on the qui vive.
It was only when at last their journey drew to a close that she evinced the slightest desire for information concerning the family of which she was to be a member.
"Mrs. Halstead is my father"s cousin, isn"t she?" she asked. "Has she any children?"
"A son and daughter." Mr. North laid aside the newspaper from behind which he had been furtively watching her. "Vernon is twenty-three, and a friend of my boy, Winthrop. Angelica is two years his junior, a most accomplished young woman and quite a leader in the more youthful set.
You will be able to learn a great deal from her."
Willa pondered this in silence for a minute or two.
"What does she do?" she queried, finally.
"Why--ah, she drives her own car, and goes in for all the latest fads and diversions. I am not familiar with them myself. She sings and dances----"
"My mother did that," Willa remarked, with a quizzical glance at him.
Mr. North reddened.
"Oh, not----not in that fashion! I mean for charity; war relief and that sort of thing. Quite respectable and praiseworthy."
"I see," said Willa slowly. "It"s only proper when you do it for nothing, just because you like it. If it"s work, it isn"t nice."
Her interlocutor writhed, but cannily forbore argument. He had learned more valuable pointers in the past few days on the matter of reb.u.t.tal than Blackstone ever revealed to him.
"And the boy, Vernon. What does he do?" Willa resumed.
"He motors and plays golf and tennis." Mr. North cast wildly about in his mind for an inspiration. What did the young beggar do, anyway, that would meet with the approval of this socialistic Amazon? "Cards, too. He"s an inveterate--I mean, enthusiastic, card-player."
Willa rewarded his efforts with a wriggle of interest.
"Monte, stud or blackjack?" she demanded. "What"s his limit? Good loser?"
"Very!" The family lawyer was on solid ground here. "In fact I may say the best and most consistent loser I have knowledge of. It has not been decided yet what--ah, field of industry he will enter. He is just out of the university."
"There"s a Mr. Halstead, I suppose?"
"Yes, of course. He is the first vice-president of the Vitality and Casualty Insurance Company, and director in several banks and corporations. A very busy man and an important, influential one."
"What does he do that he likes?" Willa persisted, unimpressed.
"Bless me, I haven"t an idea! I"ve known him for a quarter of a century, but I"ve never heard him discuss anything except finance."
"And Mrs. Halstead?"
"Ah, my dear, there is a character for you!" Mr. North beamed. "She"s chairman of a dozen charity organizations, leader in every new movement that appears, and manages to find ample time for her social duties, besides. A wonderful woman! You are fortunate in having her for your sponsor and mentor, and I--ah, I trust that you will follow her directions in all things. You must show your appreciation of her kindness in taking you into her home and making you one of themselves by obeying her without question. Her experience and knowledge of the world will be invaluable to you."
The swift roar of the train into the tunnel precluded comment from his charge, and in the vast station she vanished once more. This time she remained absent for so long that the distracted attorney was on the point of despatching a battalion of porters to search for her when she reappeared, slightly flushed but serene.
"In heaven"s name, where have you been?" Mr. North demanded testily.
"How many times have I instructed you to remain close at my side when we alight!"
"I knew where you were, you see," she exclaimed calmly. "There was something I had to attend to."
"Telegrams to your friends? Surely they might have waited until a more suitable time! You have caused me great anxiety----"