Leary"s man ran inside the store and opened the little door of the freight elevator at the back of the shop. In this way, avoiding notice save by a few book-prowlers, Aubrey was carted into the shop as though he had been a parcel of second-hand books.
Mr. Warner greeted them at the back of the shop, a little surprised, but gentle as ever.
"What"s wrong?" he said.
"Oh, we"ve been fighting over a copy of Tooke"s Pantheon," said Roger.
They led Aubrey into the little private office at the rear. Here they made him sit down in a chair and bathed his bleeding head with cold water. Philip Warner, always resourceful, produced some surgical plaster. Roger wanted to telephone for a doctor.
"Not on your life," said Aubrey, pulling himself together. "See here, Mr. Mifflin, don"t flatter yourself you gave me this cut on the skull.
I got that the other evening on Brooklyn Bridge, going home from your d.a.m.ned bookshop. Now if you and I can be alone for a few minutes, we"ve got to have a talk."
Chapter XIV
The "Cromwell" Makes its Last Appearance
"You utter idiot," said Roger, half an hour later. "Why didn"t you tell me all this sooner? Good Lord, man, there"s some devil"s work going on!"
"How the deuce was I to know you knew nothing about it?" said Aubrey impatiently. "You"ll grant everything pointed against you? When I saw that guy go into the shop with his own key, what could I think but that you were in league with him? Gracious, man, are you so befuddled in your old books that you don"t see what"s going on round you?"
"What time did you say that was?" said Roger shortly.
"One o"clock Sunday morning."
Roger thought a minute. "Yes, I was in the cellar with Bock," he said.
"Bock barked, and I thought it was rats. That fellow must have taken an impression of the lock and made himself a key. He"s been in the shop hundreds of times, and could easily do it. That explains the disappearing Cromwell. But WHY? What"s the idea?"
"For the love of heaven," said Aubrey. "Let"s get back to Brooklyn as soon as we can. G.o.d only knows what may have happened. Fool that I was, to go away and leave those women all alone. Triple-distilled lunacy!"
"My dear fellow," said Roger, "I was the fool to be lured off by a fake telephone call. Judging by what you say, Weintraub must have worked that also."
Aubrey looked at his watch. "Just after three," he said.
"We can"t get a train till four," said Roger. "That means we can"t get back to Gissing Street until nearly seven."
"Call them up," said Aubrey.
They were still in the private office at the rear of Leary"s. Roger was well-known in the shop, and had no hesitation in using the telephone. He lifted the receiver.
"Long Distance, please," he said. "Hullo? I want to get Brooklyn, Wordsworth 1617-W."
They spent a sour twenty-five minutes waiting for the connection.
Roger went out to talk with Warner, while Aubrey fumed in the back office. He could not sit still, and paced the little room in a fidget of impatience, tearing his watch out of his pocket every few minutes.
He felt dull and sick with vague fear. To his mind recurred the spiteful buzz of that voice over the wire--"Gissing Street is not healthy for you." He remembered the scuffle on the Bridge, the whispering in the alley, and the sinister face of the druggist at his prescription counter. The whole series of events seemed a grossly fantastic nightmare, yet it frightened him. "If only I were in Brooklyn," he groaned, "it wouldn"t be so bad. But to be over here, a hundred miles away, in another cursed bookshop, while that girl may be in trouble--Gosh!" he muttered. "If I get through this business all right I"ll lay off bookshops for the rest of my life!"
The telephone rang, and Aubrey frantically beckoned to Roger, who was outside, talking.
"Answer it, you chump!" said Roger. "We"ll lose the connection!"
"Nix," said Aubrey. "If t.i.tania hears my voice she"ll ring off. She"s sore at me."
Roger ran to the instrument. "Hullo, hullo?" he said, irritably.
"Hullo, is that Wordsworth----? Yes, I"m calling Brooklyn--Hullo!"
Aubrey, leaning over Roger"s shoulder, could hear a clucking in the receiver, and then, incredibly clear, a thin, silver, distant voice.
How well he knew it! It seemed to vibrate in the air all about him.
He could hear every syllable distinctly. A hot perspiration burst out on his forehead and in the palms of his hands.
"Hullo," said Roger. "Is that Mifflin"s Bookshop?"
"Yes," said t.i.tania. "Is that you, Mr. Mifflin? Where are you?"
"In Philadelphia," said Roger. "Tell me, is everything all right?"
"Everything"s dandy," said t.i.tania. "I"m selling loads of books. Mrs.
Mifflin"s gone out to do some shopping."
Aubrey shook to hear the tiny, airy voice, like a trill of birdsong, like a tinkling from some distant star. He could imagine her standing at the phone in the back of the shadowy bookshop, and seemed to see her as though through an inverted telescope, very minute and very perfect.
How brave and exquisite she was!
"When are you coming home?" she was saying.
"About seven o"clock," said Roger. "Listen, is everything absolutely O. K.?"
"Why, yes," said t.i.tania. "I"ve been having lots of fun. I went down just now and put some coal on the furnace. Oh, yes. Mr. Weintraub came in a little while ago and left a suitcase of books. He said you wouldn"t mind. A friend of his is going to call for them this afternoon."
"Hold the wire a moment," said Roger, and clapped his hand over the mouthpiece. "She says Weintraub left a suitcase of books there to be called for. What do you make of that?"
"For the love of G.o.d, tell her not to touch those books."
"Hullo?" said Roger. Aubrey, leaning over him, noticed that the little bookseller"s naked pate was ringed with crystal beads.
"Hullo?" replied t.i.tania"s elfin voice promptly.
"Did you open the suitcase?"
"No. It"s locked. Mr. Weintraub said there were a lot of old books in it for a friend of his. It"s very heavy."
"Look here," said Roger, and his voice rang sharply. "This is important. I don"t want you to touch that suitcase. Leave it wherever it is, and DON"T TOUCH IT. Promise me."
"Yes, Mr. Mifflin. Had I better put it in a safe place?"
"DON"T TOUCH IT!"
"Bock"s sniffing at it now."