"Whether it was that strange wilfulness of hers, or whether she doubted the boy could be persuaded, there is no telling. It was unexpected to all of us. Out from the shade of the awning the coin flashed golden in the blaze of sunshine and fell toward the sea in a glittering arch.
Before a hand could stay him, the boy was over the rail and curving beautifully downward after the coin. Both were in the air at the same time. It was a pretty sight. The sovereign cut the water sharply, and at the very spot, almost at the same instant, with scarcely a splash, the boy entered.
"From the quicker-eyed black boys watching, came an exclamation. We were all at the railing. Don"t tell me it is necessary for a shark to turn on its back. That one did not. In the clear water, from the height we were above it, we saw everything. The shark was a big brute, and with one drive he cut the boy squarely in half.
"There was a murmur or something from among us--who made it I did not know; it might have been I. And then there was silence. Miss Caruthers was the first to speak. Her face was deathly white.
""I never dreamed," she said, and laughed a short, hysterical laugh.
"All her pride was at work to give her control. She turned weakly toward Dennitson, and then, on from one to another of us. In her eyes was a terrible sickness, and her lips were trembling. We were brutes--oh, I know it, now that I look back upon it. But we did nothing.
""Mr. Dennitson," she said, "Tom, won"t you take me below!"
"He never changed the direction of his gaze, which was the bleakest I have ever seen in a man"s face, nor did he move an eyelid. He took a cigarette from his case and lighted it. Captain Bentley made a nasty sound in his throat and spat overboard. That was all; that and the silence.
"She turned away and started to walk firmly down the deck. Twenty feet away, she swayed and thrust a hand against the wall to save herself. And so she went on, supporting herself against the cabins and walking very slowly." Treloar ceased. He turned his head and favored the little man with a look of cold inquiry.
"Well," he said finally. "Cla.s.sify her."
The little man gulped and swallowed.
"I have nothing to say," he said. "I have nothing whatever to say."
TO KILL A MAN
THOUGH dim night-lights burned, she moved familiarly through the big rooms and wide halls, seeking vainly the half-finished book of verse she had mislaid and only now remembered. When she turned on the lights in the drawing-room, she disclosed herself clad in a sweeping negligee gown of soft rose-colored stuff, throat and shoulders smothered in lace. Her rings were still on her fingers, her ma.s.sed yellow hair had not yet been taken down. She was delicately, gracefully beautiful, with slender, oval face, red lips, a faint color in the cheeks, and blue eyes of the chameleon sort that at will stare wide with the innocence of childhood, go hard and gray and brilliantly cold, or flame up in hot wilfulness and mastery.
She turned the lights off and pa.s.sed out and down the hall toward the morning room. At the entrance she paused and listened. From farther on had come, not a noise, but an impression of movement. She could have sworn she had not heard anything, yet something had been different.
The atmosphere of night quietude had been disturbed. She wondered what servant could be prowling about. Not the butler, who was notorious for retiring early save on special occasion. Nor could it be her maid, whom she had permitted to go that evening.
Pa.s.sing on to the dining-room, she found the door closed. Why she opened it and went on in, she did not know, except for the feeling that the disturbing factor, whatever it might be, was there. The room was in darkness, and she felt her way to the b.u.t.ton and pressed. As the blaze of light flashed on, she stepped back and cried out. It was a mere "Oh!"
and it was not loud.
Facing her, alongside the b.u.t.ton, flat against the wall, was a man. In his hand, pointed toward her, was a revolver. She noticed, even in the shock of seeing him, that the weapon was black and exceedingly long-barreled. She knew black and exceedingly long it for what it was, a Colt"s. He was a medium-sized man, roughly clad, brown-eyed, and swarthy with sunburn. He seemed very cool. There was no wabble to the revolver and it was directed toward her stomach, not from an outstretched arm, but from the hip, against which the forearm rested.
"Oh," she said. "I beg your pardon. You startled me. What do you want?"
"I reckon I want to get out," he answered, with a humorous twitch to the lips. "I"ve kind of lost my way in this here shebang, and if you"ll kindly show me the door I"ll cause no trouble and sure vamoose."
"But what are you doing here?" she demanded, her voice touched with the sharpness of one used to authority.
"Plain robbing, Miss, that"s all. I came snooping around to see what I could gather up. I thought you wan"t to home, seein" as I saw you pull out with your old man in an auto. I reckon that must a ben your pa, and you"re Miss Setliffe."
Mrs. Setliffe saw his mistake, appreciated the naive compliment, and decided not to undeceive him.
"How do you know I am Miss Setliffe?" she asked.
"This is old Setliffe"s house, ain"t it?"
She nodded.
"I didn"t know he had a daughter, but I reckon you must be her. And now, if it ain"t botherin" you too much, I"d sure be obliged if you"d show me the way out."
"But why should I? You are a robber, a burglar."
"If I wan"t an ornery shorthorn at the business, I"d be acc.u.mulatin"
them rings on your fingers instead of being polite," he retorted.
"I come to make a raise outa old Setliffe, and not to be robbing women-folks. If you get outa the way, I reckon I can find my own way out."
Mrs. Setliffe was a keen woman, and she felt that from such a man there was little to fear. That he was not a typical criminal, she was certain.
From his speech she knew he was not of the cities, and she seemed to sense the wider, homelier air of large s.p.a.ces.
"Suppose I screamed?" she queried curiously. "Suppose I made an outcry for help? You couldn"t shoot me?... a woman?"
She noted the fleeting bafflement in his brown eyes. He answered slowly and thoughtfully, as if working out a difficult problem. "I reckon, then, I"d have to choke you and maul you some bad."
"A woman?"
"I"d sure have to," he answered, and she saw his mouth set grimly.
"You"re only a soft woman, but you see, Miss, I can"t afford to go to jail. No, Miss, I sure can"t. There"s a friend of mine waitin" for me out West. He"s in a hole, and I"ve got to help him out." The mouth shaped even more grimly. "I guess I could choke you without hurting you much to speak of."
Her eyes took on a baby stare of innocent incredulity as she watched him.
"I never met a burglar before," she a.s.sured him, "and I can"t begin to tell you how interested I am."
"I"m not a burglar, Miss. Not a real one," he hastened to add as she looked her amused unbelief. "It looks like it, me being here in your house. But it"s the first time I ever tackled such a job. I needed the money bad. Besides, I kind of look on it like collecting what"s coming to me."
"I don"t understand," she smiled encouragingly. "You came here to rob, and to rob is to take what is not yours."
"Yes, and no, in this here particular case. But I reckon I"d better be going now."
He started for the door of the dining-room, but she interposed, and a very beautiful obstacle she made of herself. His left hand went out as if to grip her, then hesitated. He was patently awed by her soft womanhood.
"There!" she cried triumphantly. "I knew you wouldn"t."
The man was embarra.s.sed.
"I ain"t never manhandled a woman yet," he explained, "and it don"t come easy. But I sure will, if you set to screaming."
"Won"t you stay a few minutes and talk?" she urged. "I"m so interested.
I should like to hear you explain how burglary is collecting what is coming to you."
He looked at her admiringly.