"I don"t believe it!" she cried.
"It"s so,--ask Marsh; we found him to be an all-right crook; then"s when we quit him," he said, nodding and smiling grimly.
There was something in his manner which warned her that his real meaning was intentionally obscured. She remembered that Marsh had once boasted of having proof that she was in North"s rooms the afternoon of the murder and it flashed across her mind that if any one really knew of her presence there it was Gilmore himself. She studied him furtively, and she observed that his black waxed mustache shaded a pair of lips that wore a mirthless smile, and what had at first been no more than an undefined suspicion grew into a certainty. Gilmore shifted uneasily in his chair. He felt that since their last meeting he had lost ground with her.
"What"s the matter,--why do you keep me at arm"s length; what have I done, anyhow?" he asked impatiently.
"Do I keep you at arm"s length? Well, perhaps you need to be kept there," she said.
"You should know what brings me here,--why it is I can"t keep away--"
"How should I know, unless you tell me?" she said softly.
Gilmore bent toward her, his eyes l.u.s.trous with suppressed feeling.
"Isn"t that another of your little jokes, Evelyn? Do you really want me to tell you?"
"I am dying with curiosity!"
Voice and manner seemed to encourage, and the gambler felt his heart leap within him.
"Well, I guess it"s princ.i.p.ally to see you!" he muttered, but his lips quivered with emotion.
She laughed.
"Just see how mistaken one may be, Andy; I thought all along it was Marsh!"
At her use of his Christian name his heavy face became radiant. His purposes were usually allied to an admirable directness of speech that never left one long in doubt as to his full meaning.
"Look here, aren"t you about sick of Marsh?" he asked. "How long are you going to stand for this sort of thing? You have a right to expect something better than he has to offer you!"
She met the glance of his burning black eyes with undisturbed serenity, but a cruel smile had come again to the corners of her mouth. She was preparing to settle her score with Gilmore in a fashion he would not soon forget. One of her hands rested on the arm of her chair, and the gambler"s ringed fingers closed about it; but apparently she was unaware of this; at least she did not seek to withdraw it.
"By G.o.d, you"re pretty!" he cried.
"What do you mean?" she asked quietly.
"Mean,--don"t you know that I love you? Have I got to make it plain that I care for you,--that you are everything to me?" he asked, bending toward her.
"So you care a great deal about me, do you, Andy?" she asked slowly.
"I like to hear you call me that!" he said with a deep breath.
"What is it, Andy--what do you want?" she continued.
"You--you!" he said hoa.r.s.ely; his face was white, he had come to the end of long days of hope and doubt; he had battered down every obstacle that stood in his path and he was telling her of his love, nor did she seem unwilling to hear him. "You are the whole thing to me! I have loved you always--ever since I first saw you! Tell me you"ll quit this place with me--I swear I"ll make you happy--"
His face was very close to hers, and guessing his purpose she s.n.a.t.c.hed away her hand. Then she laughed.
As the sound of her merriment fell on Gilmore"s startled ears, there swiftly came to him the consciousness that something was wrong.
"You and your love-making are very funny, Mr. Gilmore; but there is one thing you don"t seem to understand. There is such a thing as taste in selection even when it has ceased to be a matter of morals. I don"t like you, Mr. Gilmore. You amused me, but you are merely tiresome now."
She spoke with deliberate contempt, and his face turned white and then scarlet, as if under the sting of a lash.
"If you were a man--" he began, infuriated by the insolence of her speech.
"If I were a man I should be quite able to take care of myself.
Understand, I am seeing you for the last time--"
"Yes, by G.o.d, you are!" he cried.
His face was ashen. He had come to his feet, shaken and uncertain. It was as if each word of hers had been a stab.
"I am glad we can agree so perfectly on that point. Will you kindly close the hail door as you go out?"
She turned from him and took up a book from the table at her elbow.
Gilmore moved toward the door, but paused irresolutely. His first feeling of furious rage was now tempered by a sense of coming loss. This was to be the end; he was never to see her again! He swung about on his heel. She was already turning the leaves of her book, apparently oblivious of his presence.
"Am I to believe you--" he faltered.
She looked up and her eyes met his. There was nothing in her glance to indicate that she comprehended the depth of his suffering.
"Yes," she said, with a drawing in of her full lips.
"When I leave you--if you really mean that--it will be to leave Mount Hope!" said he appealingly.
The savage vigor that was normally his had deserted him, his very pride was gone; a sudden mistrust of himself was humbling him; he felt wretchedly out of place; he was even dimly conscious of his own baseness while he was for the moment blinded to the cruelty of her conduct. Under his breath he cursed himself. By his too great haste, by a too great frankness he had fooled away his chances with her.
"That is more than I dared hope," Evelyn rejoined composedly.
"If I"ve offended you--" began Gilmore.
"Your presence offends me," she interrupted and looked past him to the door.
"You don"t mean what you say--Evelyn--" he said earnestly.
"My cook might have been flattered by your proposal; but why you should have thought I would be, is utterly incomprehensible."
Gilmore"s face became livid on the instant. A storm of abuse rushed to his lips but he held himself in check. Then without a word or a glance he pa.s.sed from the room.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
THE HOUSE OF CARDS