"No money I could get would be of any use," she said. "A million might be!"
"See O"Reilly and make him give up the papers!" cried Clo. "Oh, but is he in New York?"
"He doesn"t live in New York, but he"s here now. I know, because that man you saw, Peterson, told me. It was part of a threat he held over my head that O"Reilly and some people connected with him should be in town just now. I know the hotel he"s staying in, the Dietz. But even if O"Reilly would come, how could I see him without Roger knowing? It wouldn"t be possible!"
"I"ll somehow make O"Reilly come," the girl promised. "I don"t know how, yet, but I know I will, if you can get Mr. Sands out of the house."
Beverley shuddered. "How horrid that sounds ... as if I were plotting against him, the way women do who deceive their husbands."
"Well, anyhow, if O"Reilly took the papers, would he still have them, do you think?" asked Clo, with the sudden eagerness of one who catches in desperation at a new idea.
"It"s just possible. I can see a reason why he might have been asked to keep them," Beverley answered.
"If that"s so, would he put them in a bank, or a safe somewhere, or would he bring them to New York?"
"There might be a special motive for him to bring them to New York ... I think there would be a motive."
"Well, it seems to me, the sort of man I imagined he is, would be too smart to have such things on him if he came to your house, and didn"t mean to give "em back to you. It would be tempting Providence, so to speak!"
"If I were the kind of woman he thinks I am, he"d not expect me to stop short of murder to get those papers," and Beverley laughed a bitter little laugh.
"Good! If he comes to you and leaves the papers at his hotel, a certain thing will happen, but it"s safer for you not to know--till afterward."
IX
THE BLUFF THAT FAILED
"You must tell me!" Beverley insisted. "Tell me at once!"
"While Mr. O"Reilly is here with you, Miss Riley without the "O", will be at his hotel, in his room, helping herself to his--I mean your--papers."
"My child, you"re mad!" Beverley gasped.
"Not so mad as _he_"ll be when he finds out," crowed the girl. "Hurray!
The whole business is settling itself in my head. The one trouble is Mr.
Sands. The rest will be all right. Think what to do about him, Angel; think hard!"
Beverley thought until her brain whirled.
"I might suggest Roger"s dining at his club," she said. "But how I should hate to do that! He"s vexed already. He has a right to be! This afternoon he gave me a wonderful present, a rope of pearls that belonged to a Queen. It must have cost a quarter of a million! I hardly stopped to thank him, I was in such frantic haste to get the envelope to you.
The rope caught in the key of a drawer; the string broke, and a lot of pearls ran all over the carpet. I didn"t wait to pick them up. I ran down to you, and I was gone so long Roger went to my room to look for me. I came back and found him picking up pearls. I felt my excuses did more harm than good. Roger pretended that he had an engagement. I saw by his face he wanted to walk off his anger in the fresh air. If he does walk it off--if he comes back ready to make up, and I send him away again, perhaps that will finish it! Things may never be the same between us any more!"
"He was angry because you didn"t seem to care enough for his present,"
said Clo. "But if you can get him out of the house for an hour or so, and at the same time prove that you adore the pearls; how does that plan strike you?"
"How could I do both?"
"Beg him to go fetch a pearl-stringer, and bring her back here himself, to-night. Say you can"t rest or sleep till the pearls are restrung."
"You forget it"s Sunday, and----"
"I don"t forget. But I know a pearl-stringer. She isn"t just any old pearl-stringer, who might thread on a wax bead here and there, and keep a pearl or two up her sleeve. She"s the best pearl-stringer in New York.
The big jewellers and lots of swell society women have her. It"s queer the way I came to know her, but it makes it good for us. We were crossing a street, she and I. I didn"t know the woman from Adam--Eve, I mean. But it was slippery, and she missed her footing. I dragged her back, just in time, and held her up. She"s a little woman, no bigger than me, or I couldn"t have done it. But I got her on the sidewalk again, and she was grateful. She"s Irish, too, and she invited me to go and see her the next Sunday. It"s out at Yonkers, where she lives, in a nice little house she"s bought. I went there once. She said if she could do some favour for me, she"d love to. But it"s no favour I"ll be asking, except for her to come out on a Sunday evening. So the only thing is to fetch her. Do you think Mr. Sands will go?"
"It depends upon how he feels when he comes in," said Beverley. "But Sister Lake would never let you out again."
"I shan"t ask her. I"ll get up and dress while you see if Mr. Sands is back. If I hear from you that all"s well, I"ll slip out before Sister comes."
"Clo, you"re wonderful!" Beverley exclaimed. "How can I thank you enough?"
"Thanks from you to me! That"s good! Just wait, Angel, anyhow, till I"ve done something. Oh, I forgot to give you the pearl-stringer"s address.
It"s Miss Blackburne, 27 Elm Street, Yonkers. And tell Mr. Sands to mention my name. It might make a difference. She doesn"t like leaving her mother in the evenings, but she"d do it for me."
Beverley was gone for fifteen minutes. When she flew in again she was surprised to see Clo in bed as before. But hardly was the door closed when the girl threw back the coverlet, to show that she was fully dressed.
"I was afraid Sister might pop in--by an evil chance," she explained.
"I"ve only to put on my hat. Well, is it all right?"
"Roger will go," said Beverley. "He"s "phoning now for his car. I"m putting off dinner till half-past eight so he can have plenty of time to get home and change. He didn"t make any difficulty when I told him about the pearl-stringer and wanting her at once. He agreed with me that it would be best to do such an errand himself, if it were to be done. And he was very kind. But his manner was different. I"m frightened."
"Don"t be," said Clo. She was up now, had pinned on the pretty white hat, and was fastening her smart little cape. "I"ll go first to the Westmorland and see our man; he said he"d be in, waiting till ten. I"ll tell him things are in train, but he must give you till midnight, if necessary. From there perhaps I can "phone the Dietz Hotel. It wouldn"t be safe here. By that time O"Reilly ought to be in his room dressing for dinner. He"ll see me, I"m sure, and the rest will arrange itself. Now, I"m off before Mr. Sands" automobile comes, or Sister Lake. If she finds the door shut and all quiet she"ll think I"m asleep. Go back to your husband, Angel, and I"ll slip away on my little jaunt."
"I"ve brought money for you," said Beverley. "Take this purse. There"s change for taxis and lots of bills besides--fifty or sixty dollars."
Two minutes later Clo was in the street. The first thing that happened to her was a small piece of luck. She had been dreading the walk to a taxi-stand, when she saw a car about to drive away from a house near by.
It was a public vehicle. Clo hailed the chauffeur and gave the Westmorland as her destination.
"Mr. Peterson" was in, according to promise.
"You again, is it? I looked for Mrs. Sands," he grumbled.
"I"m her messenger for the second time," said Clo, "and probably I shall be for the third, when it comes to settling up. If you get what you want, it doesn"t matter who brings it, I suppose?"
"Then you suppose wrong. My business is with a woman, not a kid! All the same, if you"ve got anything for me----"
"I haven"t--yet!" Clo snapped him up. "It isn"t time. But I"m on to where the thing is, and how to get it. Only it may take till after ten o"clock. That"s what I came to say."
"Save your breath! Ten o"clock"s the time. If she doesn"t want me to go back on my bargain she"d better not go back on hers."
He looked more than ever like a ferret, the girl thought.
"Mrs. Sands made no bargain as to time," she said. "And talking of time, what about the time _you"ve_ done?"
Peterson gave a cackling laugh. "What"s the female for "Smart Aleck"?"
he sneered. "Guessed by my complexion, did yuh? Well, I don"t need to make no secret of it. My gardeens wished me good-bye and Lord bless me when the nine months they run me in for was up."