"I did not recall myself to your father. I did not care at that moment to shock him with the remembrance of the past. Is not Mr. Braine a remarkable man?" All this in her charming broken English.
"He is, indeed," affirmed Norton. "He"s a superb linguist, knows everybody and has traveled everywhere. No matter what subject you bring up he seems well informed."
"Come often," urged Florence.
"I shall, my child. And any time you need me, call for me. After all, I am nearly your aunt. You will find life in the city far different from that which you have been accustomed to."
She limped down to her limousine. In tripping up Norton he had stepped upon her foot heavily.
"She is lovely!" cried Florence.
"Well, I must be on my way, also," said Norton. "I am a worldly-wise man, Miss Florence. So is Jones here. Never go any place without letting him know; not even to the corner drug store. I am going to find your father. Some one was rescued. I"m going to find out whether it was the aviator or Mr. Hargreave."
Jones drew in a deep breath and his eyes closed for a moment. At the door he spoke to the reporter.
"What do you think of that woman?"
"I believe that she told the truth. She is charming."
"She is. But for all her charm and truth I can not help distrusting her. I have an idea. I shall call up your office at the end of each day. If a day comes without a call, you will know that something is wrong."
"A very good idea." Norton shook hands with every one and departed.
"What a brave, pleasant young man!" murmured Susan.
"I like him, too; and I"d like him for a friend," said the guileless girl.
"It is very good to have a friend like Mr. Norton," added Jones; and pa.s.sed out into the kitchen. All the help had been discharged and upon his shoulders lay the burden of the cooking till such time when he could reinstate the cook.
There was a stormy scene between Braine and the countess that night.
[Ill.u.s.tration: THERE WAS A STORMY SCENE BETWEEN BRAINE AND THE PRINCESS]
"Are you in your dotage?" she asked vehemently.
"There, there; bring your voice down a bit. Where"s the girl?"
"In her home. Where did you suppose she would be, after that botchwork of letting me go to do one thing while you had in mind another? And an ordinary pair of cutthroats, at that!"
"The thought came to me after you left. I knew you"d recognize the men and understand. I see no reason why it didn"t work."
"It would have been all right if you had consulted a clairvoyant."
"What the deuce do you mean by that?" Braine demanded roughly.
"I mean that then you would have learned your friend the reporter was to arrive upon the scene at its most vital moment."
"What, Norton?"
"Yes. The trouble is with you, you have been so successful all these years that you have grown overconfident. I tell you that there is a desperately shrewd man somewhere back of all this. Mark me, I do not believe Hargreave is dead. He is in hiding. It may be near by. He may have dropped from the balloon before it left land. The man they picked up may be Orts, the aeronaut. The five thousand might have been his fee for rescuing Hargreave. Here is the greatest thing we"ve ever been up against; and you start in with every-day methods!"
"Little woman, don"t let your tongue run away with you too far."
"I"m not the least bit afraid of you, Leo. You need me, and it has never been more apparent than at this moment."
"All right. I fell by the wayside this trip. Truthfully, I realized it five minutes after the men were gone. The only clever thing I did was to keep the mask on my face. They can"t come back at me. But the thing looked so easy; and it would have worked but for Norton"s appearance."
"You all but compromised me. That butler worries me a little." Her expression lost its anger and grew thoughtful. "He"s always about, somewhere. Do you think Hargreave took him into his confidence?"
"Can"t tell. He"s been watched straight for forty hours. He hasn"t mailed a letter or telephoned to any place but the grocery. There have been no telegrams. Some one in that house knows where the money is, and it"s ten to one that it will be the girl."
"She looks enough like Katrina to be her ghost."
Braine went over to the window and stared up at the stars.
"You have made a good impression on the girl?" with his back still toward her.
"I had her in my arms."
"Olga, my hat is off to you," turning, now that his face was again in repose. "Your very frankness regarding your relationship will pull the wool over their eyes. Of course they"ll make inquiries and they"ll find out that you haven"t lied. It"s perfect. Not even that newspaper weasel will see anything wrong. Toward you they will eventually ease up and you can act without their even dreaming your part in the business. We must not be seen in public any more. This butler may know where I stand even though he can not prove it. Now, I"m going to tell you something. Perhaps you"ve long since guessed it. Katrina was mine till Hargreave--never mind what his name was then--till Hargreave came into the fold. So sure of her was I that I used her as a lure to bring him to us. She fell in love with him, but too late to warn him.
I had the satisfaction of seeing him cast her aside, curse her, and leave her. In one thing she fooled us all. I never knew of the child till you told me."
He paused to light a cigarette.
"Hargreave was madly in love with her. He cursed her, but he came back to the house to forgive her, to find that she had been seized by the secret police and entombed in the fortress. I had my revenge. It was I who sent in the information, practically bogus. But in Russia they never question; they act and forget. So he had a daughter!"
He paced the floor, his hands behind his back; the woman watched him, oscillating between love and fear. He came to a halt abruptly and looked down at her.
"Don"t worry. You have no rival. I"ll leave the daughter to your tender mercies."
"The butler," she said, "has full power of attorney to act for Hargreave while absent, up to the day the girl becomes of legal age."
"I"ll keep an eye on our friend Jones. From now on, day and night, there will be a cat at the knothole, and "ware mouse! Could you make up anything like this girl?" suddenly.
"A fair likeness."
"Do it. Go to the ship which picked up the man at sea and quiz the captain. Either the aviator or Hargreave is alive. It is important to learn which at once. Be very careful; play the game only as you know how to play it. And if Hargreave is alive, we win. To-morrow morning, early. Tears of anguish, and all that. Sailors are easy when a woman weeps. No color, remember; just the yellow wig and the salient features. Now, by-by!"
"Aren"t you going to kiss me, Leo?"
He caught her hands. "There is a species of Delilah about you, Olga.
A kiss to-night from your lips would snip my locks; and I need a clear head. Whether we fail or win, when this game is played you shall be my wife." He kissed the hands and strode out into the hall.
The woman gazed down at her small white hands and smiled tenderly.
(The tigress has her tender moments!) He meant it!
She went into her dressing-room and for an hour or more worked over her face and hair, till she was certain that if the captain of the ship described her to any one else he could not fail to give a fair description of Florence Hargreave.
But Norton reached the captain first. Other reporters had besieged him, but they had succeeded in gathering the vaguest kind of information. They had no description of Hargreave, while Norton had.