They have been after me. I"ve dodged falling safes; I"ve been shanghaied, poisoned; but I haven"t said a word."
"Good lord! Do you mean all that?"
"Every word, sir."
"I"ll make it ninety days, Jim; and if this story comes in I"ll see that you get a corking bonus."
"I"m not looking for bonuses. I"m proud of my work. To get this story is all I want. That"ll be enough. Thanks for the extension of time.
Good night."
So Florence received a long night letter in the morning.
And the doctor arrived at about the same time. And called promptly upon his patient.
"Fine!" he said. "The sea air was just the thing. A doctor always likes to find his advice turning out well."
He glanced quizzically at Florence, who was the picture of glowing health. Suddenly he frowned anxiously.
"You need not look at me," she laughed. "I never felt better in all my life."
"Are you sure?"
"Why, what in the world do you mean?"
He did not speak, but stepped forward and took her by the wrist, holding his watch in his other hand. He shook his head. He looked very solemn, indeed.
"What is it?" demanded Susan, with growing terror.
"Go to your own room immediately and remain there for the present," he ordered. "I must see Miss Hargreave alone."
He opened the door and Susan pa.s.sed out bewilderedly. He returned to Florence, who was even more bewildered than her companion. The doctor began to ask her questions; how she slept, if she was thirsty, felt pains in her back. She answered all these questions vaguely. Not the slightest suspicion entered her head that she was being hoodwinked.
Why should she entertain any suspicion? This doctor, who seemed kindly and benevolent, who had prescribed for Susan and benefited her, why should she doubt him?
"In heaven"s name, tell me what is the matter?" she pleaded.
"Stay here for a little while and I"ll be back. Under no circ.u.mstances leave your room till I return."
He paced out into the hall, to meet the frantic Susan.
"We must see the manager at once," he replied to her queries. "And we must be extremely quiet about it. There must be no excitement. You had better go to your room. You must not go into Miss Hargreave"s.
Tell me, where have you been? Have you been trying to do any charitable work among the poorer cla.s.ses?"
"Only once," admitted Susan, now on the verge of tears.
"Only once is sufficient. Come; we"ll go and see the manager together."
They arrived at the desk, and the manager was summoned.
"I take it," began the doctor lowly, "that a contagious disease, if it became known among your guests, would create a good deal of disturbance?"
"Disturbance! Good heavens, man, it would ruin my business for the whole season!" exclaimed the astounded manager.
"I am sorry, but this young lady"s companion has been stricken with smallpox--"
The manager fell back against his desk, his jaw fallen. Susan turned as white as the marble top.
"The only way to avoid trouble is to have her conveyed immediately to some place where she can be treated properly. Not a word to any one now; absolute secrecy or a panic."
The manager was glad enough to agree.
"She is not dangerous at present, but it is only a matter of a few hours when the disease will become virulent. If you will place a porter before Miss Hargreave"s door till I make arrangements to take her away, that will simplify matters."
Smallpox! Susan wandered aimlessly about, half out of her mind with terror. There was no help against such a dreaded disease. Her Florence, her pretty rosy-cheeked Florence, disfigured for life....!
"Miss Susan, where is Florence?"
"Oh, Mr. Norton!" she gasped.
"What"s the trouble?" instantly alert.
"Florence has the smallpox!"
"Impossible! Come with me."
But the porter having had the strictest orders from the manager, refused to let them into Florence"s room.
"Never mind, Susan. Come along." Out of earshot of the porter, he said: "My room is directly above Florence"s. We"ll see what can be done. This smells of the Black Hundred a mile off. Smallpox! Only yesterday she wrote me that she never felt better. Have you wired Jones?"
"I never thought to!"
"Then I shall. Our old friends are at work again."
"But it"s the same doctor who sent me down here."
Norton frowned.
What followed all appeared in the reporter"s story, as written three months later. He and Susan went up to his room, raised the flooring, cut through the ceiling, and with the fire-escape rope dropped below.
One glance at Florence"s tear-stained face was enough for him.
Norton"s subsequent battle with the doctor and his accomplices made very interesting reading. Their escape from the hotel, their flight, their encounter with one of the gang in the road, and Florence"s blunder into the bed of quicksand, gave a succession of thrills to the readers of the _Blade_.
And all this while the million acc.u.mulated dust, layer by layer.
Perhaps an occasional hardy roach scrambled over the packets, no doubt attracted by the peculiar odor of the ink.
CHAPTER XVII
The Black Hundred possessed three separate council chambers, always in preparation. Hence, when the one in use was burned down they transferred their conferences to the second council chamber appointed identically the same as the first. As inferred, the organization owned considerable wealth, and they leased the buildings in which they had their council chambers, leased them for a number of years, and refurnished them secretly with trap floors, doors and panels and all that apparatus so necessary to men who are sometimes compelled to make a quick getaway.