"Not since I had my last row with the governor. Have you?"
"Many times. It will prove an interesting trip for you. At least you have that consolation."
"What is it like?"
Evidently the artless effrontery of the young man had not offended, for his neighbor talked freely, and in a short time the two were conversing as easily as old acquaintances. This was due, perhaps, to the fact that he had appealed to her with the same frankness he would have used toward a man and, thus far at least, had quite ignored her s.e.x. She was sufficiently quick to appreciate the footing thus established, and allowed herself to meet him half-way. Had he presumed in the slightest, she would have chilled him instantly; but, as it was, she seemed to feel the innate courtesy back of his boldness, seeing in him only a big, unaffected boy who needed an outlet for his feelings. In the same way, had a fine St. Bernard dog thrust a friendly head beneath her hand she would have petted it.
When at last she rose, after an hour that had swiftly sped, she was gratified at the look of concern that came into his eyes. She looked at him with genuine approval as he bowed and said:
"Thank you for the pointers about Panama. I hope I may have the pleasure of talking to you again."
When she had disappeared he murmured, admiringly:
"Jove! She"s a corker! And she"s not so old, after all. I wonder who she--" He leaned over and read the card on the back of her steamer chair. "Mrs. Stephen Cortlandt, Suite B," it was lettered.
Straightening up, he grumbled with genuine disappointment: "Just my blamed luck! She"s MARRIED."
V
A REMEDY IS PROPOSED
By pledging his one article of jewelry Kirk became possessed that afternoon of several shirts, collars, and handkerchiefs--likewise a razor, over which he exercised a sort of leasehold privilege.
The purser made it plain, however, that he had not sold these articles, but merely loaned them, holding the ring as security for their return, and this arrangement allowed Kirk no spare cash whatever. Even with all his necessities paid for, it surprised him to find how many channels remained for spending money. For instance, the most agreeable loafing spot on the ship was the smoking-room, but whenever he entered it he was invited to drink, smoke, or play cards, and as he was fond of all these diversions, it required such an effort of will to refuse that it destroyed all the pleasure of good company. It was very hard always to be saying no; and in addition it excited his disgust to learn that he had inadvertently founded a reputation for abstemiousness.
Before long he discovered that the pa.s.sengers considered him an exceptionally sober, steady youth of economical habits, and this enraged him beyond measure. Every tinkle of ice or hiss of seltzer made his mouth water, the click of poker chips drew him with magnetic power. He longed mightily to "break over" and have a good time. It was his first effort at self-restraint, and the warfare became so intense that he finally gave up the smoking-room almost entirely, and spent his hours on deck, away from temptation. He suffered most, perhaps, from the lack of tobacco, but even in the matter of cigarettes he could not bring himself to accept favors that he could not return. In the solitude of his richly appointed suite he collected a few cork-bound stumps, which he impaled on a toothpick in order to light them.
Meanwhile he amused himself by baiting the purser. He dogged that serious-minded gentleman through all his waking hours, finding a rare delight in playing upon his suspicion and lack of humor. To him Kirk was always Mr. Locke, while he insisted upon being called Mr. Anthony by the others, and the officer never quite got the hang of it. Moreover, the latter was full of dignity, and did not relish being connected with a certainly dubious and possibly criminal character, yet dared not resort to rudeness as a means of riddance.
The situation was trying enough to the young man at best; for the ship"s hirelings began to show a lack of interest in his comfort, once it became known that he did not tip, and he experienced difficulty in obtaining even the customary attentions. It was annoying to one who had never known an unsatisfied whim; but Kirk was of a peculiarly sanguine temperament that required much to ruffle, and looked upon the whole matter as a huge joke. It was this, perhaps, that enabled him to make friends in spite of his unsociable habits, for the men liked him. As for the women, he avoided them religiously, with the exception of Mrs. Cortlandt, whom he saw for an hour or two, morning and afternoon, as well as at meal-times. With her he got on famously, finding her nearly as entertaining as a male chum, though he never quite lost his dislike for her husband. Had she been unmarried and nearer his own age, their daily intimacy might have caused him to become self- conscious, but, under the circ.u.mstances, no such thought occurred to him, and he began to look forward with pleasure to their hours on deck.
The Santa Cruz was four days out before Cortlandt joined them, and when he did he merely nodded casually to Kirk, then, after exchanging a polite word or two with his wife, lapsed into his customary silence, while Mrs. Cortlandt continued her conversation without a second glance in her husband"s direction.
"That"s what I call an ideal married couple," Kirk reflected-- "complete understanding, absolute confidence." And the more he saw of them, the stronger this impression grew. Cortlandt was always attentive and courteous, without being demonstrative, while his wife showed a charming graciousness that was plainly una.s.sumed.
Their perfect good-breeding made the young man feel at ease; but though he endeavored to cultivate the husband on several occasions, he made little headway. The man evidently possessed a wide knowledge of current events, a keen understanding of men and things, yet he never opened up. He listened, smiled, spoke rarely, and continued to spend nine-tenths of his time in that isolated corner of the smoking-room, with no other company than a long gla.s.s and a siphon.
One day when Kirk had begun to feel that his acquaintance with Mrs. Cortlandt was well established, he said to her:
"Stein told me to-day that your husband is in the diplomatic service."
"Yes," said she. "He was Consul-General to Colombia several years ago, and since then he has been to France and to Germany."
"I thought you were tourists--you have travelled so much."
"Most of our journeys have been made at the expense of the Government."
"Are you diplomatting now?"
"In a way. We shall be in Panama for some time."
"This Stein seems to be a nice fellow. He"s taken quite a liking to me."
Mrs. Cortlandt laughed lightly. "That is part of his business."
"How so?"
"He is one of Colonel Jolson"s secret agents."
"Who is Colonel Jolson?"
"Chairman of the Isthmian Ca.n.a.l Commission. Your father knows him."
"Do you mean that Stein is a--detective?" Kirk looked uncomfortable.
"I do! Does he know you are the son of Darwin K. Anthony?"
"Why, yes, I suppose so."
"Colonel Jolson will be interested."
"Again I don"t see the point."
"Your father is one of the most powerful and aggressive railroad men in the country. Perhaps you know something about the railroad opposition to the ca.n.a.l?"
Kirk smiled. "Well, to tell you the truth," said he, "the governor doesn"t consult me about his business as much as he ought to. He seems to think he can run it all right without me, and we"ve only been speaking over the telephone lately."
"One of the strongest forces the Government had to combat in putting through the ca.n.a.l appropriations was the railroads.
Colonel Jolson has no reason to love your father."
"Yes, but _I_ don"t object to this ca.n.a.l. I think it must be a rather good idea."
Mrs. Cortlandt laughed for a second time. "The Colonel"s dislike for your father will not affect you, inasmuch as you are returning so soon, but if you intended to stay it might be different."
"In what way?"
"Oh, in many ways. There are two cla.s.ses of people who are not welcomed on the Ca.n.a.l Zone--magazine writers and applicants for positions who have political influence back of them. The former are regarded as muckrakers, the latter as spies."
"That"s rather rough on them, isn"t it?"
"You must understand that there is a great big human machine behind the digging of this ca.n.a.l, and, while it is more wonderful by far than the actual machinery of iron and steel, it is subject to human weaknesses. Men like Colonel Jolson, who form a part of it, are down here to make reputations for themselves. They are handicapped and vexed by constant interference, constant jealousy.
It is a survival of the fittest, and I suppose they feel that they must protect themselves even if they use underhand means to do so.
It is so in all big work of this character, where the individual is made small. You would find the same condition in your father"s railroad organization."
"Oh, now! My old man is a pretty tough citizen to get along with, but he wouldn"t hire detectives to spy on his employees."
Mrs. Cortlandt smiled. "By-the-way, when are you going into business with him?" she said.