He called accordingly the next morning, but was disappointed in not seeing Myrtle. She had hardly slept that night, and was suffering from a bad headache, which last reason was her excuse for not seeing company.
He called again, the following day, and learned that Miss Hazard had just left the city, and gone on a visit to Oxbow Village:
CHAPTER XXVII. MINE AND COUNTERMINE.
What the nature of the telegram was which had produced such an effect on the feelings and plans of Mr. William Murray Bradshaw n.o.body especially interested knew but himself. We may conjecture that it announced some fact, which had leaked out a little prematurely, relating to the issue of the great land-case in which the firm was interested. However that might be, Mr. Bradshaw no sooner heard that Myrtle had suddenly left the city for Oxbow Village,--for what reason he puzzled himself to guess,--than he determined to follow her at once, and take up the conversation he had begun at the party where it left off. And as the young poet had received his quietus for the present at the publisher"s, and as Master Gridley had nothing specially to detain him, they too returned at about the same time, and so our old acquaintances were once more together within the familiar precincts where we have been accustomed to see them.
Master Gridley did not like playing the part of a spy, but it must be remembered that he was an old college officer, and had something of the detective"s sagacity, and a certain cunning derived from the habit of keeping an eye on mischievous students. If any underhand contrivance was at work, involving the welfare of any one in whom he was interested, he was a dangerous person for the plotters, for he had plenty of time to attend to them, and would be apt to take a kind of pleasure in matching his wits against another crafty person"s,--such a one, for instance, as Mr. Macchiavelli Bradshaw.
Perhaps he caught some words of that gentleman"s conversation at the party; at any rate, he could not fail to observe his manner. When he found that the young man had followed Myrtle back to the village, he suspected something more than a coincidence. When he learned that he was a.s.siduously visiting The Poplars, and that he was in close communication with Miss Cynthia Badlam, he felt sure that he was pressing the siege of Myrtle"s heart. But that there was some difficulty in the way was equally clear to him, for he ascertained, through channels which the attentive reader will soon have means of conjecturing, that Myrtle had seen him but once in the week following his return, and that in the presence of her dragons. She had various excuses when he called,--headaches, perhaps, among the rest, as these are staple articles on such occasions. But Master Gridley knew his man too well to think that slight obstacles would prevent his going forward to effect his purpose.
"I think he will get her; if he holds on," the old man said to himself, "and he won"t let go in a hurry, if there were any real love about it--but surely he is incapable of such a human weakness as the tender pa.s.sion. What does all this sudden concentration upon the girl mean? He knows something about her that we don"t know,--that must be it. What did he hide that paper for, a year ago and more? Could that have anything to do with his pursuit of Myrtle Hazard today?"
Master Gridley paused as he asked this question of himself, for a luminous idea had struck him. Consulting daily with Cynthia Badlam, was he? Could there be a conspiracy between these two persons to conceal some important fact, or to keep something back until it would be for their common interest to have it made known?
Now Mistress Kitty f.a.gan was devoted, heart and soul, to Myrtle Hazard, and ever since she had received the young girl from Mr. Gridley"s hands, when he brought her back safe and sound after her memorable adventure, had considered him as Myrtle"s best friend and natural protector.
These simple creatures, whose thoughts are not taken up, like those of educated people, with the care of a great museum of dead phrases, are very quick to see the live facts which are going on about them. Mr.
Gridley had met her, more or less accidentally, several times of late, and inquired very particularly about Myrtle, and how she got along at the house since her return, and whether she was getting over her headaches, and how they treated her in the family.
"Bliss your heart, Mr. Gridley," Kitty said to him on one of these occasions, "it"s ahltogither changed intirely. Sure Miss Myrtle does jist iverythin" she likes, an" Miss Withers niver middles with her at ahl, excip" jist to roll up her eyes an" look as if she was the hid-moorner at a funeril whiniver Miss Myrtle says she wants to do this or that, or to go here or there. It"s Miss Badlam that"s ahlwiz after her, an" a-watchin" her,--she thinks she"s cunnin"er than a cat, but there "s other folks that"s got eyes an" ears as good as hers. It"s that Mr. Bridshaw that"s a puttin" his head together with Miss Badlam for somethin" or other, an" I don"t believe there"s no good in it, for what does the fox an" the cat be a whisperin" about, as if they was thaves an" incind"ries, if there ain"t no mischief hatchin"?"
"Why, Kitty," he said, "what mischief do you think is going on, and who is to be harmed?"
"O Mr. Gridley," she answered, "if there ain"t somebody to be chated somehow, then I don"t know an honest man and woman from two rogues. An"
have n"t I heard Miss Myrtle"s name whispered as if there was somethin"
goin" on agin" her, an" they was afraid the tahk would go out through the doors, an" up through the chimbley? I don"t want to tell no tales, Mr. Gridley, nor to hurt no honest body, for I"m a poor woman, Mr.
Gridley, but I comes of dacent folks, an" I vallies my repitation an"
character as much as if I was dressed in silks and satins instead of this mane old gown, savin" your presence, which is the best I "ve got, an" niver a dollar to buy another. But if I iver I hears a word, Mr.
Gridley, that manes any kind of a mischief to Miss Myrtle,--the Lard bliss her soul an" keep ahl the divils away from her!--I"ll be runnin"
straight down here to tell ye ahl about it,--be right sure o" that, Mr.
Gridley."
"Nothing must happen to Myrtle," he said, "that we can help. If you see anything more that looks wrong, you had better come down here at once and let me know, as you say you will. At once, you understand. And, Kitty, I am a little particular about the dress of people who come to see me, so that if you would just take the trouble to get you a tidy pattern of gingham or calico, or whatever you like of that sort for a gown, you would please me; and perhaps this little trifle will be a convenience to you when you come to pay for it."
Kitty thanked him with all the national accompaniments, and trotted off to the store, where Mr. Gifted Hopkins displayed the native amiability of his temper by fumbling down everything in the shape of ginghams and calicoes they had on the shelves, without a murmur at the taste of his customer, who found it hard to get a pattern sufficiently emphatic for her taste. She succeeded at last, and laid down a five-dollar bill as if she were as used to the pleasing figure on its face as to the sight of her own five digits.
Master Byles Gridley had struck a spade deeper than he knew into his first countermine, for Kitty had none of those delicate scruples about the means of obtaining information which might have embarra.s.sed a diplomatist of higher degree.
CHAPTER XXVIII. MR. BRADSHAW CALLS ON MISS BADLAM
"Is Miss Hazard in, Kitty?"
"Indade she"s in, Mr. Bridshaw, but she won"t see n.o.body."
"What"s the meaning of that, Kitty? Here is the third time within three days you"ve told me I could n"t see her. She saw Mr. Gridley yesterday, I know; why won"t she see me to-day?"
"Y" must ask Miss Myrtle what the rason is, it"s none o" my business, Mr. Bridshaw. That"s the order she give me."
"Is Miss Badlam in?"
"Indade she"s in, Mr. Bridshaw, an" I "ll go cahl her."
"Bedad," said Kitty f.a.gan to herself, "the cat an" the fox is goin" to have another o" thim big tahks togither, an" sure the old hole for the stove-pipe has niver been stopped up yet."
Mr. Bradshaw and Miss Cynthia went into the parlor together, and Mistress Kitty retired to her kitchen. There was a deep closet belonging to this apartment, separated by a part.i.tion from the parlor. There was a round hole high up in this part.i.tion through which a stove-pipe had once pa.s.sed. Mistress Kitty placed a stool just under this opening, upon which, as on a pedestal, she posed herself with great precaution in the att.i.tude of the G.o.ddess of other people"s secrets, that is to say, with her head a little on one side, so as to bring her liveliest ear close to the opening. The conversation which took place in the hearing of the invisible third party began in a singularly free-and-easy manner on Mr.
Bradshaw"s part.
"What the d---- is the reason I can"t see Myrtle, Cynthia?"
"That"s more than I can tell you, Mr. Bradshaw. I can watch her goings on, but I can"t account for her tantrums."
"You say she has had some of her old nervous whims,--has the doctor been to see her?"
"No indeed. She has kept to herself a good deal, but I don"t think there"s anything in particular the matter with her. She looks well enough, only she seems a little queer,--as girls do that have taken a fancy into their heads that they"re in love, you know,--absent-minded, does n"t seem to be interested in things as you would expect after being away so long."
Mr. Bradshaw looked as if this did not please him particularly. If he was the object of her thoughts she would not avoid him, surely.
"Have you kept your eye on her steadily?"
"I don"t believe there is an hour we can"t account for,--Kitty and I between us."
"Are you sure you can depend on Kitty?"
["Depind on Kitty, is it? Oh, an" to be sure ye can depind on Kitty to kape watch at the stove-pipe hole, an" to tell all y"r plottin"s an"
contrivin"s to them that"ll get the cheese out o" y"r mousetrap for ye before ye catch any poor cratur in it." This was the inaudible comment of the unseen third party.]
"Of course I can depend on her as far as I trust her. All she knows is that she must look out for the girl to see that she does not run away or do herself a mischief. The Biddies don"t know much, but they know enough to keep a watch on the--"
"Chickens." Mr. Bradshaw playfully finished the sentence for Miss Cynthia.
["An" on the foxes, an" the cats, an" the wazels, an" the hen-hahks, an" ahl the other bastes," added the invisible witness, in unheard soliloquy.]
"I ain"t sure whether she"s quite as stupid as she looks," said the suspicious young lawyer. "There"s a little cunning twinkle in her eye sometimes that makes me think she might be up to a trick on occasion.
Does she ever listen about to hear what people are saying?"
"Don"t trouble yourself about Kitty f.a.gan," for pity"s sake, Mr.
Bradshaw. The Biddies are all alike, and they"re all as stupid as owls, except when you tell "em just what to do, and how to do it. A pack of priest-ridden fools!"
The hot Celtic blood in Kitty f.a.gan"s heart gave a leap. The stout muscles gave an involuntary jerk. The substantial frame felt the thrill all through, and the rickety stool on which she was standing creaked sharply under its burden.
Murray Bradshaw started. He got up and opened softly all the doors leading from the room, one after another, and looked out.