"Thank you," he said, extending his hand gratefully.
Her fingers rested a moment in his. "Where did you put it?" she said demurely.
"It? Oh! IT"S all safe," he said quickly, but somewhat vaguely.
"But I don"t call the upper drawer of your bureau safe," she returned poutingly, "where EVERYBODY can go. So you"ll find it NOW inside the harmonium, on the keyboard."
"Oh, thank you."
"It"s quite natural to have left it there ACCIDENTALLY--isn"t it?" she said imploringly, a.s.sisted by all her dimples. Alas! she had forgotten that he was still holding her hand. Consequently, she had not time to s.n.a.t.c.h it away and vanish, with a stifled little cry, before it had been pressed two or three times to his lips. A little ashamed of his own boldness, Herbert remained for a few moments in the doorway listening, and looking uneasily down the dark pa.s.sage. Presently a slight sound came over the fanlight of Cherry"s room. Could he believe his ears? The saint-like Cherry--no doubt tutored, for example"s sake, by the perfect Tappington--was softly whistling.
In this simple fashion the first pages of this little idyl were quietly turned. The book might have been closed or laid aside even then. But it so chanced that Cherry was an unconscious prophet; and presently it actually became a prudential necessity for her to have a masculine escort when she walked out. For a growing state of lawlessness and crime culminated one day the deep tocsin of the Vigilance Committee, and at its stroke fifty thousand peaceful men, reverting to the first principles of social safety, sprang to arms, a.s.sembled at their quarters, or patrolled the streets. In another hour the city of San Francisco was in the hands of a mob--the most peaceful, orderly, well organized, and temperate the world had ever known, and yet in conception as lawless, autocratic, and imperious as the conditions it opposed.
IV.
Herbert, enrolled in the same section with his employer and one or two fellow-clerks, had partic.i.p.ated in the meetings of the committee with the light-heartedness and irresponsibility of youth, regretting only the loss of his usual walk with Cherry and the hours that kept him from her house. He was returning from a protracted meeting one night, when the number of arrests and searching for proscribed and suspected characters had been so large as to induce fears of organized resistance and rescue, and on reaching the foot of the hill found it already so late, that to avoid disturbing the family he resolved to enter his room directly by the door in the side street. On inserting his key in the lock it met with some resisting obstacle, which, however, yielded and apparently dropped on the mat inside. Opening the door and stepping into the perfectly dark apartment, he trod upon this object, which proved to be another key. The family must have procured it for their convenience during his absence, and after locking the door had carelessly left it in the lock. It was lucky that it had yielded so readily.
The fire had gone out. He closed the door and lit the gas, and after taking off his overcoat moved to the door leading into the pa.s.sage to listen if anybody was still stirring. To his utter astonishment he found it locked. What was more remarkable--the key was also INSIDE!
An inexplicable feeling took possession of him. He glanced suddenly around the room, and then his eye fell upon the bed. Lying there, stretched at full length, was the rec.u.mbent figure of a man.
He was apparently in the profound sleep of utter exhaustion. The att.i.tude of his limbs and the order of his dress--of which only his collar and cravat had been loosened--showed that sleep must have overtaken him almost instantly. In fact, the bed was scarcely disturbed beyond the actual impress of his figure. He seemed to be a handsome, matured man of about forty; his dark straight hair was a little thinned over the temples, although his long heavy moustache was still youthful and virgin. His clothes, which were elegantly cut and of finer material than that in ordinary use, the delicacy and neatness of his linen, the whiteness of his hands, and, more particularly, a certain dissipated pallor of complexion and lines of recklessness on the brow and cheek, indicated to Herbert that the man before him was one of that desperate and suspected cla.s.s--some of whose proscribed members he had been hunting--the professional gambler!
Possibly the magnetism of Herbert"s intent and astonished gaze affected him. He moved slightly, half opened his eyes, said "Halloo, Tap,"
rubbed them again, wholly opened them, fixed them with a lazy stare on Herbert, and said:
"Now, who the devil are you?"
"I think I have the right to ask that question, considering that this is my room," said Herbert sharply.
"YOUR room?"
"Yes!"
The stranger half raised himself on his elbow, glanced round the room, settled himself slowly back on the pillows, with his hands clasped lightly behind his head, dropped his eyelids, smiled, and said:
"Rats!"
"What?" demanded Herbert, with a resentful sense of sacrilege to Cherry"s virgin slang.
"Well, old rats then! D"ye think I don"t know this shebang? Look here, Johnny, what are you putting on all this side for, eh? What"s your little game? Where"s Tappington?"
"If you mean Mr. Brooks, the son of this house, who formerly lived in this room," replied Herbert, with a formal precision intended to show a doubt of the stranger"s knowledge of Tappington, "you ought to know that he has left town."
"Left town!" echoed the stranger, raising himself again. "Oh, I see!
getting rather too warm for him here? Humph! I ought to have thought of that. Well, you know, he DID take mighty big risks, anyway!" He was silent a moment, with his brows knit and a rather dangerous expression in his handsome face. "So some d--d hound gave him away--eh?"
"I hadn"t the pleasure of knowing Mr. Brooks except by reputation, as the respected son of the lady upon whose house you have just intruded,"
said Herbert frigidly, yet with a creeping consciousness of some unpleasant revelation.
The stranger stared at him for a moment, again looked carefully round the room, and then suddenly dropped his head back on the pillow, and with his white hands over his eyes and mouth tried to restrain a spasm of silent laughter. After an effort he succeeded, wiped his moist eyes, and sat up.
"So you didn"t know Tappington, eh?" he said, lazily b.u.t.toning his collar.
"No."
"No more do I."
He retied his cravat, yawned, rose, shook himself perfectly neat again, and going to Herbert"s dressing-table quietly took up a brush and began to lightly brush himself, occasionally turning to the window to glance out. Presently he turned to Herbert and said:
"Well, Johnny, what"s your name?"
"I am Herbert Bly, of Carstone"s Bank."
"So, and a member of this same Vigilance Committee, I reckon," he continued.
"Yes."
"Well, Mr. Bly, I owe you an apology for coming here, and some thanks for the only sleep I"ve had in forty-eight hours. I struck this old shebang at about ten o"clock, and it"s now two, so I reckon I"ve put in about four hours" square sleep. Now, look here." He beckoned Herbert towards the window. "Do you see those three men standing under that gaslight? Well, they"re part of a gang of Vigilantes who"ve hunted me to the hill, and are waiting to see me come out of the bushes, where they reckon I"m hiding. Go to them and say that I"m here! Tell them you"ve got Gentleman George--George Dornton, the man they"ve been hunting for a week--in this room. I promise you I won"t stir, nor kick up a row, when they"ve come. Do it, and Carstone, if he"s a square man, will raise your salary for it, and promote you." He yawned slightly, and then slowly looking around him, drew the easy-chair towards him and dropped comfortably in it, gazing at the astounded and motionless Herbert with a lazy smile.
"You"re wondering what my little game is, Johnny, ain"t you? Well, I"ll tell you. What with being hunted from pillar to post, putting my old pards to no end of trouble, and then slipping up on it whenever I think I"ve got a sure thing like this,"--he cast an almost affectionate glance at the bed,--"I"ve come to the conclusion that it"s played out, and I might as well hand in my checks. It"s only a question of my being RUN OUT of "Frisco, or hiding until I can SLIP OUT myself; and I"ve reckoned I might as well give them the trouble and expense of transportation. And if I can put a good thing in your way in doing it--why, it will sort of make things square with you for the fuss I"ve given you."
Even in the stupefaction and helplessness of knowing that the man before him was the notorious duellist and gambler George Dornton, one of the first marked for deportation by the Vigilance Committee, Herbert recognized all he had heard of his invincible coolness, courage, and almost philosophic fatalism. For an instant his youthful imagination checked even his indignation. When he recovered himself, he said, with rising color and boyish vehemence:
"Whoever YOU may be, I am neither a police officer nor a spy. You have no right to insult me by supposing that I would profit by the mistake that made you my guest, or that I would refuse you the sanctuary of the roof that covers your insult as well as your blunder."
The stranger gazed at him with an amused expression, and then rose and stretched out his hand.
"Shake, Mr. Bly! You"re the only man that ever kicked George Dornton when he deserved it. Good-night!" He took his hat and walked to the door.
"Stop!" said Herbert impulsively; "the night is already far gone; go back and finish your sleep."
"You mean it?"
"I do."
The stranger turned, walked back to the bed, unfastening his coat and collar as he did so, and laid himself down in the att.i.tude of a moment before.
"I will call you in the morning," continued Herbert. "By that time,"--he hesitated,--"by that time your pursuers may have given up their search. One word more. You will be frank with me?"
"Go on."
"Tappington and you are--friends?"
"Well--yes."
"His mother and sister know nothing of this?"