"You"re too d.a.m.nably clever to fail in your own particular work.
Something has got to be done to keep those two apart. I"ve often thought of raiding the house and boldly carrying off the whole family, Susan and all. But a wholesale affair like that would be too noisy.
Think it over, Olga; we have gone too far to back down now. There"s always Russia; and while I"m the boss over here they never cease to watch me. They"ll make me answer for a failure like this."
She eyed him speculatively. "You have money."
"Oh, the money doesn"t matter. It"s the game. It"s the game of playing fast and loose with society, of pilfering it with one hand and making it kow-tow with the other. It"s the sport of the thing. What was your thought?"
"We could go away together, to South America."
"And tire of each other within a month," he retorted shrewdly. "No; we are in the same boat. We could not live but for this never-ending excitement. And, more than that, we never could get far enough away from the long arm of the First Ten. We"ll have to stick it out here.
Can"t you see?"
"Yes, I can see."
But in her heart she knew that she would have lived in a hut with this man till the end of her days. She abhorred the life, though she never, by the slightest word, let him become aware of it. There was always that abiding fear that at the first sign of weakness he would desert her. And she was wise in her deductions. Braine was loyal to her because she held his interest. Once that failed, he would be off and away.
The next afternoon the countess, having matured her plans against the happiness of the young girl who trusted her, drew up before the Hargreave place and alighted. Her welcome was the same as ever, and this strengthened her confidence.
The countess was always gesticulating. Her hands fluttered to emphasize her words. And the beautiful diamond solitaire caught the girl"s eye. She seized the hand. Having an affair of her own, it was natural that she should be interested in that of her friend.
"I never saw that ring before."
"A gift of yesterday." The countess a.s.sumed a shy air which would have deceived St. Anthony. She twisted the ring on her finger.
"Tell me," cried Florence. "You are engaged?"
"Mercy, no!"
"Is he rich?"
"No. Money should not matter when your heart is involved."
As this thought was in accord with her own, Florence nodded her head sagely.
"It"s nothing serious. Just a fancy. I shall never marry again. Men are gay deceivers; they always have been and always will be. Perhaps I"m a bit wicked; but I rather like to prove my theory that all men are weak. If I had a daughter I"d rather have her be an old man"s darling than a young man"s drudge. I distrust every man I know. I came to ask you and Susan to go to the opera with me to-night. You will come to my apartments first. You will come?"
"To be sure we will!"
"Simple little fool!" thought the Russian on the way home. "She shall see."
"I believe the countess is engaged to be married," said Florence to Jones.
"Indeed, miss?"
"Yes. I couldn"t get anything definite out of her, but she had a beautiful ring on her finger. She wants Susan and me to go to the opera with her to-night. Will that be all right?"
Jones gazed abstractedly at the rug. Whenever a problem bothered him he seemed to find the solution in the delicate patterns of the Persian rugs. Finally he nodded. "I see no reason why you should not go.
Only, watch out."
"Jones, there is one thing that will make me brave and happy. Will you tell me if you are in direct communication with my father?"
"Yes, Miss Florence," he answered promptly. "But do not breathe this to a single soul, neither Susan nor Norton."
"I promise that. But, ah! hasten the day when he can come to me without fear."
"That is my wish also."
"You need not call me miss. Why should you?"
"It might not be wise to have any one hear me call you thus familiarly," he objected gravely.
"Please yourself about that. Now I must telephone Jim."
"Jim?" the butler murmured.
He caught the word which was not intended for his ears. But for once Jones had been startled out of himself.
"Is it wrong for me to call Mr. Norton Jim?" she asked with a bit of banter.
"It is not considered quite the proper thing, Miss Florence, to call a young man by his first name unless you are engaged to marry him, or grew up with him from childhood."
"Well, supposing I were engaged to him?" haughtily.
"That would be a very grave affair. What have you to prove that he may not wish to marry you for your money?"
"Why, Jones, you know that I haven"t a penny in the world I can call my own! There is nothing to prove, except your word, that I am Stanley Hargreave"s daughter."
"No, there is nothing to prove that you are his daughter. But hasn"t it ever occurred to you that there might be a purpose back of this?
Might it not be of inestimable value that your father"s enemies should be left in doubt? Might it not be a means of holding them on the leash? There is proof, ample proof, my child; and when the time comes these will be shown you. But meantime put all thought of marrying Mr.
Norton out of your mind."
"That I refuse to do," quietly. "I am at least mistress of my heart; and no one shall dictate to me whom I shall or shall not marry. I love Mr. Norton and he loves me, knowing that I may not be an heiress after all. And some day I shall marry him."
Jones bowed. This seemed to appear final to him, and nothing more was to be said.
Norton did not return to his rooms till seven. He found the telephone call and also a note in a handwriting unfamiliar. He tore off the envelope and found! the contents to be from the Countess Perigoff.
"Call at eight to-night," he read. "I have an important news story for you. Tell no one, as I can not be involved in the case. Cordially, Olga, Countess Perigoff."
Humph! Norton twiddled the note in his fingers and at length rolled it into a ball and threw it into the waste-basket. He, too, made a mistake; he should have kept that note. He dressed, dined, and hurried off to the apartments of the countess.
He arrived ten minutes before Florence and Susan.
And Jones did some rapid telephoning.
"How long, how long!" the butler murmured. How long would this strange combat last? The strain was terrible. He slept but little during the nights, for his ears were always waiting for sounds. He had cast the chest into the sea, and it would take a dozen expert divers to locate it. And now, atop of all these worries, the child must fall in love with the first comer! It was heart-breaking. Norton, so far as he had learned, was cool and brave, honest and reliable in a pinch; but as the husband of Stanley Hargreave"s daughter, that was altogether a different matter. And he must devise some means of putting a stop to it, but---
But he was saved that trouble.