"Who is it?"
He was forced to admit, however reluctantly, that the woman had a marvelously fine speaking voice.
"It is Jones, madam."
"Jones?"
"Mr. Hargreave"s butler, madam."
"Oh! You have news of Florence?"
"Yes." It will be an embarra.s.sing day for humanity when some one invents a photographic apparatus by which two persons at the two ends of the telephone may observe the facial expressions of each other.
"What is it? Tell me quickly."
"Florence has been found, and she is on her way back to New York. She was found by Mr. Norton, the reporter."
"I am so glad! Shall I come up at once and have you tell me the whole amazing story?"
"It would be useless, madam, for I know nothing except what I learned from a telegram I have just received. But no doubt some time this evening you might risk a call."
"Ring up the instant she returns. Did she say what train?"
"No, madam," lied Jones, smiling.
He hung up the receiver and stared at the telephone as if he would force his gaze in and through it to the woman at the other end. Flesh and blood! Well, greed was stronger than that. Treacherous cat! Let her play; let her weave her nets, dig her pits. The day would come, and it was not far distant, when she would find that the mild-eyed mongoose was just as deadly as the cobra, and far more cunning.
The heads of the Black Hundred must be destroyed. Those were the orders. What good to denounce them, to send them to a prison from which, with the aid of money and a tremendous secret political pull, they might readily find their way out? They must be exterminated, as one kills off the poisonous plague rats of the Orient. A woman? In the law of reprisal there was no s.e.x.
Shortly after the telephone episode (which rather puzzled the countess) she received a wire from Braine, which announced the fact that Florence and Norton had escaped and were coming to New York on train No. 25, and advising her to meet the train en route. She had to fly about to do it.
[Ill.u.s.tration: HE HAD PUT FLORENCE AND BRAINE IN THE BOAT AND LANDED THEM]
When Captain Bannock released Braine, he had been in no enviable frame of mind. Tricked, fooled by the girl, whose mind was as unclouded as his own! She had succeeded in bribing a coal stoker, and had taken him unawares. The man had donned the disguise he had laid out for sh.o.r.e approach, and the blockheaded Bannock had never suspected. He had not recognized Norton at all. It was only when Bannock explained the history of the shanghaied stoker that he realized his real danger.
Norton! He must be pushed off the board. After this episode he could no longer keep up the pretense of being friendly. Norton, by a rare stroke of luck, had forced him out into the open. So be it.
Self-preservation is in nowise looked upon as criminal. The law may have its ideas about it, but the individual recognizes no law but its own. It was Braine whom he loved and admired, or Norton whom he hated as a dog with rabies hates water. With Norton free, he would never again dare return to New York openly. This meddling reporter aimed at his ease and elegance.
He left the freighter as soon as a boat could carry him ash.o.r.e. The fugitives would make directly for the railroad, and thither he went at top speed, to arrive ten minutes too late.
"Free!" said Florence, as the train began to increase its speed.
Norton reached over and patted her hand. Then he sat back with a sudden shock of dismay. He dived a hand into a pocket, into another and another. The price of the telegram he had sent to Jones was all he had had in the world; and he had borrowed that from a friendly stoker.
In the excitement he had forgotten all about such a contingency as the absolute need of money.
"Florence, I"m afraid we"re going to have trouble with the conductor when he comes."
"Why?"
He pulled out his pockets suggestively. "Not a postage stamp. They"ll put us off at the next station. And," with a glance in the little mirror between the two windows, "I shouldn"t blame them a bit." He was unshaven, he was wearing the suit subst.i.tuted for his own; and Florence, sartorially, was not much better off.
She smiled, blushed, stood up, and turned her back to him. Then she sat down again. In her hand she held a small dilapidated roll of banknotes.
"I had them with me when they abducted me," she said. "Besides, this ring is worth something."
"Thank the Lord!" he exclaimed, relievedly.
So there was nothing more to do but be happy; and happy they were.
They were quite oblivious to the peculiar interest they aroused among the other pa.s.sengers. This unshaven young man, in his ragged coat and soiled jersey; this beautiful young girl, in a wrinkled homespun, her glorious blond hair awry; and the way they looked at each other during those lulls in conversation peculiar to lovers the world over, impressed the other pa.s.sengers with the idea that something very unusual had happened to these two.
The Pullman conductor was not especially polite; but money was money, and the stockholders, waiting for their dividends, made it impossible for him to reject it. The regular conductor paid them no more attention than to grumble over changing a twenty-dollar bill.
So, while these two were hurrying on to New York, the plotters were hurrying east to meet them. The two trains met and stopped at the same station about eighty miles from New York. The countess, accompanied by Vroon, who kept well in the background, entered the car occupied by the two castaways.
In the mirror at the rear of the car Norton happened to cast an idle glance, and he saw the countess. Vroon, however, escaped his eye.
"Be careful, Florence," he said. "The countess is in the car. The game begins again. Pretend that you suspect nothing. Pretty quick work on their part. And that"s all the more reason why we should play the comedy well. Here she comes. She will recognize you, throw her arms around you, and show all manner of effusiveness. Just keep your head and play the game."
"She lied about you to me."
"No matter."
"Oh!" cried the countess. She seized Florence in a wild embrace. She was an inimitable actress, and Norton could not help admiring her.
"Your butler telephoned me! I ran to the first train out. And here you are, back safe and sound! It is wonderful. Tell me all about it.
What an adventure! And, good heavens, Mr. Norton, where did you get those clothes? Did you find her and rescue her? What a newspaper story you"ll be able to make out of it all! Now, tell me just what happened." She sat down on the arm of Florence"s chair. The girl had steeled her nerves against the touch of her. And yet she was beautiful! How could any one so beautiful be so wicked?
"Well, it began like this," began Florence; and she described her adventures, omitting, to be sure, Braine"s part in it.
She had reached that part where they had been rescued by Captain Bannock when a thundering, grinding crash struck the words from her lips. The three of them were flung violently to one side of the car amid splintering wood, tinkling gla.s.s, and the shriek of steel against steel. A low wail of horror rose and died away as the car careened over on its side. The three were rendered unconscious and were huddled together on the floor, under the uprooted chairs.
Vroon had escaped with only a slight cut on the hand from flying gla.s.s.
He climbed over the chairs and pa.s.sengers with a single object in view.
He saw that all three he was interested in were insensible. He quickly examined them and saw that they had not received serious injuries. He had but little time. The countess and Norton would have to take their chance with the other pa.s.sengers. Resolutely he stooped and lifted Florence in his arms and crawled out of the car with her. It was a difficult task, but he managed it. Outside, in the confusion, no one paid any attention to him. So he threw the unconscious girl over his shoulder and staggered on toward the road.
It was fortunate that the accident had occurred where it did. Five miles beyond was the station marked for the arrest of Norton as an abductor and the taking in charge of Florence as a rebellious girl who had run away from her parents. If he could only reach the Swede"s hut, where his confederates were in waiting, the game would then be his.
After struggling along for half an hour a carriage was spied by Vroon, and he hailed it when it reached his side.
"What"s the trouble, mister?" asked the farmer.
"A wreck on the railroad. My daughter is badly hurt. I must take her to the nearest village. How far is it?"
"About three miles."
"I"ll give you twenty dollars for the use of that rig of yours."
"Can"t do it, mister."
"But it"s a case of humanity, sir!" indignantly. "You are refusing to aid the unfortunate."