But Jones did not come back.
"Where"s Howard?" he demanded.
"h.e.l.lo, Jones; what"s up?"
"Howard, get that car out at once."
"Out she comes. Wait till I give her radiator a bucket of water.
Gee!" whispered Howard, whom Hargreave often used as his chauffeur, "get on to his nibs! First time I ever saw him awake. I wonder what"s doing? You never know what"s back of those mummy-faced head waiters.... All right, Jones!"
The chauffeur jumped into the car and Jones took the seat beside him.
"Where to?"
"Number 78..." and the rest of it trailed away, smothered in the violent thunder of the big six"s engines.
During the car"s flight several policemen hailed it without success.
Down this street, up that, round this corner, fifty miles an hour; and all the while Jones shouted: "Faster, faster!"
Within twelve minutes from the time it left the garage, the car stopped opposite 78 Grove Street, and Jones got out.
"Wait here, Howard. If several men come rushing out, or I don"t appear within ten minutes, fire your gun a couple of times for the police. I don"t want them if we can manage without. They"d only bungle."
"All right, Mr. Jones," said the chauffeur. He had, in the past quarter of an hour, acquired a deep and lasting respect for the butler chap. He was a regular fellow, for all his bra.s.s b.u.t.tons.
As Jones reached the curb, Florence came forth as if on invisible wings. Jones caught her by the arm. She flung him aside with a strength he had not dreamed existed in her slim body.
"Florence, I am Jones!"
She stopped, recognized him, and without a word ran across the street to the automobile and climbed into the tonneau. Jones followed immediately.
"Home!"
The car shot up the dimly lighted street, shone palely for a second under the corner lamp, and vanished.
"Ah, child, child!" groaned the man at her side, all the tenseness gone from his body. He was Jones again.
Still she did not speak, but stared ahead with unseeing eyes.
No further reproach fell from the butler"s lips. It was enough that G.o.d had guided him to her at the appointed moment. He felt a.s.sured that never again would she be drawn into any trap. Poor child! What had they said to her, done to her? How, in G.o.d"s name, had she escaped from them who never let anybody escape? Presently she would become normal, and then she would tell him.
"I found the lying note. You dropped it."
"Horrible, horrible!" she said almost inaudibly.
"What did they do to you?"
"He said he was my father.... He put his arms around me.... And I knew!"
"Knew what?"
"That he lied. I can"t explain."
"Don"t try!"
Suddenly she laid her head against the butler"s shoulder and cried. It was terrible to hear youth weep in this fashion. Jones put his arm about her and tried to console her.
"Horrible!" she murmured between the violent hiccoughs. "I was wrong, wrong! Forgive me!"
Unconsciously the arm sustaining her drew her closer.
"Never mind," he consoled. "Tell no one what has happened. Go about as usual. Don"t let even Susan know. Whatever your poor father did was for your sake. He wanted you to be happy, without a care in the world."
"I promise." And gradually the sobs ceased. "But I feel so old, Jones, so very old. I threw over the lamp. I threw a chair through the window. They thought that it was I who had jumped out. That gave me the necessary time. I don"t understand how I did it. I wasn"t frightened at all till I gained the street."
They found Susan still seated in the chair, the automatic in her lap.
She had not moved in all this time!
Braine paced the apartment of the Countess Perigoff. From the living room to the boudoir and back, fully twenty times. From the divan Olga watched him nervously. He was like a tiger, fresh in captivity. All at once he paused in front of her.
"Do you realize what that mere chit did?"
"I do."
"Planned to the minute. We had her; seven of us; doors locked, and all that. No weeping, no wailing; I could not understand then, but I do now. It"s in the blood. Hargreave was as peaceful as a St. Bernard dog till you cornered him, and then he was a lion. Oh, the devil!
Slipped out of our fingers like an eel. And across the street, Jones in a racer! I never paid any particular attention to Jones, but from now on I shall. The girl may or may not know where the money is, but Jones does, Jones does! Two men shall watch. Felton on the street and Orloff from the windows of the deserted house. With opera gla.s.ses he will be able to take note of all that happens in the house during the day. He will be able to see the girl"s room. And that"s the important point. It was a good plan, little woman; and it would have been plain sailing if only we had remembered that the girl was Hargreave"s daughter. Be very careful hereafter when you call on her. A night like this will have made her suspicious of every one. Our hope lies with you. Anything on your mind?"
"Yes. Why not insert a personal in the _Herald_?" She drew some writing paper toward her and scribbled a few words.
He read: "Florence--the hiding place is discovered. Remove it to a more secret spot at once. S.H."--He laughed and shook his head. "I"m afraid that will never do."
[Ill.u.s.tration: HE READ ... FLORENCE ... THE HIDING-PLACE IS DISCOVERED]
"If she reads it, Jones will. The man with the opera gla.s.ses may see something. There"s a chance Jones might become worried."
"Well, we"ll give it a chance."
It was midnight when he made his departure. As he stepped into the street, he glanced about cautiously. On the corner he saw a policeman swinging his night stick. Otherwise the street was deserted. Braine proceeded jauntily down the street.
And yet, from the darkened doors of the house across the way, the figure of a man emerged and stood contemplating the windows of the Perigoff apartment. Suddenly the lights went out. The watcher made no effort to follow Braine. The knowledge he was after did not necessitate any such procedure.
Of course, Florence read the "personal." She took the newspaper at once to Jones, who smiled grimly.
"You see, I trust you."
"And so long as you continue to trust me no harm will befall you. You were left in my care by your father. I am to guard you at the expense of my life. Last night"s affair was a miracle. The next time you will not find it so easy to escape."