Mongoose and cobra, that was the game being played; the cunning of the one against the deadly venom of the other. If he forced matters he would only lay himself open to the strike of the snake. He must have patience. Gradually they were breaking the organization, lopping off a branch here and there, but the peace of the future depended upon getting a grip on the spine of the cobra himself.
The trick was simple. The countess had news; trust her for that. She exhibited a cablegram, dated at Gibraltar, in which the British authorities stated definitely that no such a person as William Orts, aviator, had arrived at Gibraltar. And then, as Norton rose, she rose also and gently precipitated herself into his arms, just at the moment when Florence appeared in the doorway.
Very simple, indeed. When a woman falls toward a man there is nothing for him to do but extend his arms to prevent her from falling.
Outwardly, however, to the eye which saw only the picture and comprehended not the cause, it had all the hallmarks of an affectionate embrace.
Florence stood perfectly still for a moment, then turned away.
"I beg your pardon," said the countess, "but a sudden fainting spell seized me. My heart is a bit weak."
"Don"t mention it," replied the gallant Norton. He was as innocent as a babe as to what had really taken place.
Florence went back home. She wrote a brief note to Norton and inclosed the ring which she had secretly worn attached to a little chain around her neck.
When Norton came the next day she refused to see him. It was all over.
She never wished to see him again.
"He says there has been some cruel mistake," said Jones.
"I saw him with the countess in his arms. I do not see any cruel mistake in that. I saw him. Tell him so. And add that I never wish to see him again."
Then she ran swiftly to her room, where she broke down and cried bitterly and would not be comforted by Susan.
"In heaven"s name, what has happened?" demanded the frantic lover, "what has happened?"
The comedy of the whole affair lay in the fact that neither of the two suspected the countess, who consoled them both.
CHAPTER IX
So far as Jones was concerned, he was rather pleased with the turn of affairs. This was no time for love-making; no time for silly, innocuous quarrels and bickerings, in which love must indulge or die.
Florence no longer rode horseback, and Norton returned to his accustomed haunts, where no one made the slightest attempt upon his life. In his present state of mind he would have welcomed it.
"What"s the matter with Jim?" asked the night city editor, raising his eye shade.
"I don"t know," answered the copy reader.
"Goes around as if he"d been eating dope; b.u.mped into the boss a while ago and never stopped to apologize."
"Perhaps he"s mapping out the front page for that Hargreave stuff,"
laughed the copy reader. "Between you and me and the gate post, I don"t believe there ever was a man by the name of Hargreave."
"Oh, there was a chap by that name, all right. He"s dead. A man can"t swim three hundred miles in rough water, life-buoy or no. They ought to have funeral services, and let it go at that."
"But what was the reason for that fake cable from Gibraltar saying that Orts was alive? I don"t see any sense in that."
"The man who pulled it off did. I think, for my part, that both Orts and Hargreave are dead, and that the man picked up by the tramp steamer _Orient_ was riding some other balloon."
"You"re wrong there. The description of it proved that it was Orts"
machine. Oh, Jim probably has got a man"s-size yarn up his sleeve, but he"s a long time in delivering the goods. He"s beginning to mope a good deal. Woman back of it somewhere. Haven"t held down this copy job for twelve years without being able to make some tolerable guesses.
Jim"s a star man. When he gets started nothing can stop him. He covered the Chinese Boxer rebellion better than any other correspondent there. I wonder how old he is?"
"Oh, I should say about thirty-one or two. Here he comes now. "Lo, Jim!"
"h.e.l.lo! Where"s Ford? He gave me a ticket to the theater to-night, and I want to punch his head. What"s drama coming to, anyhow?
Cigarettes and booze and mismated couples. Can"t they find good enough things out of doors? Oh, I know. They cater to a lot of fools who believe that what they see is an expression of high life in New York and London. And it"s rot, plain rot. It"s merely the sc.u.m of the boiling pot. Any old housewife would skim it off and chuck it into the slops. Life? Piffle!"
"What"s the grouch?"
"Looking for the dramatic job?"
"No. I"ve just been wondering how far these theatrical managers can go without slitting the golden goose."
Norton sought his desk and began rummaging the drawers. He was not hunting for anything; he was merely pa.s.sing away the time. By and by, when the time no longer served, he pulled his chair over to the window and sat down, staring at stars such as Copernicus never dreamed of.
Ships going down to sea, ferries swooping diagonally hither and thither, the clockwork signs; but he took no note of these marvels of light.
"Not at home!" he muttered.
He had called, written, telephoned. No use. The door remained shut, Jones answered the telephone, and the letters came back. He began to think very deeply concerning the Perigoff woman. Had she played a trick? Had that fainting spell been buncombe for his benefit as well as Florence"s? But he had not a shadow of a proof. The thing that puzzled him equally with this was that all attempts against his life had miraculously ceased; no safes thundered down in front of him, and no autos tried to carve him in two. The only thing that kept him active was the daily call of Jones by wire. Miss Florence was well; that was all Jones was permitted to say.
Restlessly Norton spurned his chair and walked over to the telephone booth. It was midnight. He might or might not be able to get Jones.
But almost instantly a voice said, "What is it?"
"Jones?"
"Yes. Who is it?"
"Norton."
"Why, you called me up not ten minutes ago."
"Not I!"
"It was your voice, as plain as day."
"What did I want?" keen all at once.
The reply did not come immediately. "You are certain it was not you?"
"Wait a moment and I"ll call the editor. He will prove to you that I"ve been here for an hour, and that this is the first call I"ve made.
Some one has been imposing on you. What did they ask you to do?"
"You asked me to come down to the office at once, and I requested you to come to the house, and you said you could not. I declined to stir."
"What did you think?"