"When I unlock the door, you will go in first, and walk over to the nearest corner and stand there with your back to the room. Also, here"s my last warning: I should be very sorry to do anything that would hurt or inconvenience you. If you behave yourself I will soon take off that gag. If you don"t, I shall certainly lock you up. In either case, you can"t accomplish anything. So take your choice."
He unlocked the door, and the deliberate figure preceded him into the room. In the next instant he saw nothing in the world but the eyes of Doris, fixed on his. Then he knew that he was holding her hands, and listening to her astonished gasp as she took in his appearance.
"My disguise," he explained. "I couldn"t ride up as publicly as young Lochinvar, though I wanted to. So I got this outfit." He turned around for her inspection, deliberately giving her and himself time to pull up under the strain of the meeting. At the first glimpse of her all his a.s.surance had returned. He was excited, triumphant. But as he again met her eyes, something in their expression subdued him.
"It took longer to get here than I expected, but of course you knew I was on the way," he said.
Her response was unexpected. Dropping into a low chair, she buried her face in her hands and burst into a pa.s.sion of tears. Aghast, he stared at her, while from the corner the hag stared at them both. Laurie dropped on his knees beside Doris and seized her hands, his heart shaking under a new fear.
"They"ve been frightening you," he muttered, and was surprised by the intensity of his terror and anger as he spoke. "Don"t cry. They"ll pay for it."
She shook her head. "It isn"t that," she sobbed at last.
"Then what is it?"
"I"ve brought you here. And I--I think it was a horrible thing to do.
I--I can"t forgive myself."
Laurie groped vaguely amidst sensations of relief and the mental confusion with which, someway, she always filled him.
"You"re--all right, aren"t you? And you expected me, didn"t you?"
"Yes, but--Oh, don"t make me talk! Let me cry."
She was crying as she spoke, rackingly, and every sob tore his heart.
Again, as so often before, he felt dazed and helpless before the puzzle she presented. Yet, as always, there seemed nothing to do but obey her, since she, and not he, invariably held the key to the strange situations in which she placed him. Her tears made him feel desperate, yet he dared not continue to hold her hands, and he did not know what to say. Rising, but keeping his position beside her, he waited for her to grow calmer, and as he waited he subconsciously took in the room.
It was a big front chamber, furnished as a sitting-room. Its broad windows, with their cushioned window-seats, faced east. Besides the window, it had two exits, the door by which he had entered, and another door, half open, apparently leading into a bedroom. Its comfortable easy-chairs were covered with gay chintz, its curtains were of the same material, its reading-table held books and newspapers, and in its big open fireplace fat logs were blazing. Shaw "did" his prisoners well.
Laurie remembered the cigarettes, matches, and blankets so thoughtfully provided for himself. Like Shaw"s own room, the chamber breathed simple comfort. It was impossible to take in the thought of anything sinister in connection with it until one observed the gagged woman in the corner, and remembered the locked door.
"Well, Princess," he said at last, still trying to speak lightly, "this isn"t much of a donjon tower, is it?"
Her sobs, hysterical and due to overwrought nerves, had given place to occasional sharp catches of the breath, like those uttered by a little child whose "crying-spell" is almost over. She did not speak, but she put out her hand to him, and he took it and held it closely, conscious of a deep thrill as the small palm touched his.
"I want to talk to you," he said gently, "but I"d feel a lot more comfortable if our chaperon were a little more remote. Can we put her into this inner room?"
Doris nodded, and he waved the woman across the threshold of the bedroom. She would be safe there. He had observed that the windows of the inner room were still barred and shuttered. Seemingly, in all the big house, this up-stairs sitting-room alone had opened its heart to the sun.
"Are you really alone in the house?" he asked.
"Yes, I think so; I"m almost sure of it."
"Then there"s no mad rush about leaving?"
"No--I--I think not."
He observed her hesitation but ignored it. He drew two big chairs close to the open fire, and, leading Doris to one, seated her in it, and took the other himself, turning it to face hers. As he did so, she recoiled.
"You look so dreadful!" she explained with a shudder.
"I suppose I do. But forget that and tell me something. When did Shaw leave?"
"Within half an hour of the time he brought me here."
"When is he coming back?"
"To-night, I think."
"And he"s left you here alone, with no one around but this woman?"
Laurie asked, incredulously. Here was another situation hard to understand.
"His secretary is somewhere around, a wretched jackal that does what he"s told."
"Oh!" This was news. "Where is he?"
"Out in the garage. He has a room there. I heard him say he had no sleep last night, and that he expected to get some to-day."
Laurie rose.
"I"ll take a look around and see where he is," he suggested. "We can"t have him catching on to my little visit and telephoning to Shaw, you know."
As he spoke he was walking toward the door that led into the hall, and now he confidently put out his hand and turned the k.n.o.b. His expression changed. He gave the k.n.o.b a violent twist, then, setting his shoulder against the jamb, tried to wrench the door open. It did not yield.
Doris, watching him wide-eyed, was the first to speak.
"Locked?" she whispered.
"Locked," corroborated Laurie. He nodded thoughtfully. Several things, small in themselves, which had puzzled him, were clearing up. Among others, the housekeeper"s persistent efforts to gain time were now explained. Shaw had not been so careless as he had seemed. The meek blond secretary with the pursuing eyes and the chloroforming habit was certainly in the house.
CHAPTER XIV
LAURIE CHECKS A REVELATION
Laurie shook his head.
"That was rather stupid of him," he remarked, mildly. "It"s almost as easy to force open a locked door from the inside as from the outside."
"I know." Doris was again breathless. "But in the meantime he"s telephoning to Shaw."
"I don"t think so." Laurie, his hands in his pockets, was making a characteristic turn around the room. "What has he to gain by telephoning? Shaw"s coming back anyway in a few hours; and in the meantime the secretary has got me safely pocketed, or thinks he has. I have an idea he"ll stand pat. You see, he doesn"t know about my talent for opening locked doors."
He strolled back to the door as he spoke and examined the lock. Then, appreciatively, he drew from his pocket the screw-driver he had thoughtfully brought from the garage.
"I fancied this might be useful. It will take me just about four minutes to open that door," he announced. "So get on your things and be ready to start in a hurry."