His reminiscent tone was earnest, and his employer regarded him with sudden sharpness.

"So she"s pretty," he said dryly.

"Oh, indeed she is--or would be if she was painted up the way they do,"

groaned Miss Martha. "She"s too pale--but that might have been all anger."

"No," said Dunham quickly, "she"s had typhoid fever."

Miss Lacey stared at him. "How do you know that?" she demanded.

"Why--why--of course," stammered John, "her short curly hair meant that. Didn"t you think of it at once?"

"That"s an absurd conclusion," returned Miss Martha, while Judge Trent quietly regarded the young man"s flushing countenance.

"But if it should be true, Calvin," continued the lady miserably, "she"s not fit yet to go to work at anything! I haven"t told you yet. I talked right out to Mr. Dunham in that parlor about our not wanting her, you and I; and how we wished she"d stayed West. Oh, I"ve gone over it dozens of times since, and it keeps growing worse. Every word I said was true, and it was perfectly compatible with our intention to help her all the time; but she couldn"t realize that, and I was just sort of explaining to Mr. Dunham your coolness in the matter by telling him how miserable Sam made Laura when the girl jumped out of those curtains like a--like a perfect fury, didn"t she, Mr. Dunham?"

He nodded. "She seemed at a white heat with righteous indignation," he agreed.

Miss Martha took up the tale.

"Then she began to score us all, Calvin, and perhaps _you_ could have fixed it, but she simply froze me and my apologies; and then that child positively told us to go. I tried to stand my ground, and Mr. Dunham came out with your good sensible offer to send her to the Young Women"s Christian a.s.sociation, and I tried my best to persuade her to let me take her over there; but she laughed us to scorn, or smiled scorn, anyway; but I would not leave her until she told me what she was going to do--and what do you think it is, that your niece, Judge Trent"s niece, proposes to do? She proposes to go on the stage," finished Miss Martha, in a hollow voice,--"to go on the stage and marry an actor; an actor named Nat!"

"Fat and middle-aged and mediocre," added Dunham.

Miss Lacey turned on him quickly. "Sylvia didn"t say a word about his being fat and middle-aged!" she declared severely. "Are you presuming to make fun of this situation, Mr. Dunham?"

Judge Trent"s keen gaze again noted the crimsoning ears of his a.s.sistant.

"Why--why, of course I wouldn"t do that, Miss Lacey," blurted out the young man. "Didn"t you notice what she said about his being her father"s friend? What else could he be but middle-aged, and probably fat?"

"Well, we don"t need to call on our imagination for anything," said Miss Martha coldly. "The facts are sufficient." She turned back to Judge Trent.

"So there"s that young creature, Calvin, our own flesh and blood, alone in that rattle-te-banging city, without money for all we know, going to pin her faith to an actor man, and each of us with our homes, closed against her, as she feels, and you know we _did_ feel so, too, Calvin; and when I put myself in her place and remember the things she heard me say, I don"t blame her for refusing our advice and help. She"s young and high-strung, and oh, I"ve made such a mess of it, and,--and,--_say_ something, Calvin Trent!" Miss Lacey made the addition so explosively that the judge jumped. "Say you"ll send some of your detectives to keep watch of her--quick--to-morrow--before she has a chance to get away from that hotel and get lost to us!"

Martha suddenly raised her clasped hands to her face, and burying her eyes in her handkerchief, wept miserably.

Judge Trent cleared his throat, and Dunham stirred and felt his knowledge weigh upon him guiltily.

"Don"t get nervous, Martha," returned the lawyer. "Did you think I kept a brace of detectives in the back yard? I"m sorry about this. I"m"--

Miss Lacey emerged from the handkerchief as suddenly as she had entered it. "Oh, the mistake I made--the minute I saw you wouldn"t do your part in this--the mistake I made not to ask Thinkright. I never thought of him; but it came to me on the cars that he would have been the right one. I suppose you"d have consented easily enough that Sylvia should go to the farm; and now--Oh, Mr. Dunham, I can"t forgive you for putting that typhoid fever idea into my head, but if she did have"--

"A farm?" interrupted Dunham quickly, with an interest not lost upon his employer. "A farm would have been just the thing. Where is it, Judge Trent?"

"It"s a little place I have in Maine. A cousin of mine runs it for me.

So you think, Martha, that I"m below criticism in this whole matter, do you? That"s a rather bright thought of yours about Thinkright."

"But it comes too late," returned Martha excitedly. "How do you know that Sylvia won"t take the night train for the West right off to join that horrible Nat?"

"Then you think she has money?"

"I don"t know. I only know she spurned the idea of any help from us."

"Wouldn"t take a cent, eh?" rejoined Judge Trent. He turned toward Dunham. "I"ll take that twenty-five then, Boy. It"s pay-day for Hannah."

Dunham started from his leaning posture by the mantelpiece, and the lawyer watched his embarra.s.sed countenance as he began a search through his pockets. He succeeded in extracting bills from two.

"I"ve only eight dollars here, Judge," he said at last, avoiding the other man"s eyes.

"H"m. You and Miss Lacey must have painted the town," remarked Judge Trent, accepting the money. "Had a good appet.i.te for dinner in spite of your troubles, hadn"t you, Martha?"

"We didn"t have luncheon together," returned Miss Martha, indignant at her friend"s flippancy. "Do you suppose I cared whether I ever ate again or not?"

"The boy deserted you, did he? Didn"t I tell you to take care of Miss Lacey?"

Dunham caught Judge Trent"s eye for a second, and looked away. "_I_ think I took care of her," he replied coldly.

"Of course you did," said Miss Martha impatiently. "He had business to attend to. Now perhaps you"ll choose some other time for joking, Calvin Trent, and tell me what you propose to do while valuable minutes are flying."

The judge drummed thoughtfully now on his desk. "That was a bright idea of yours concerning Thinkright," he remarked musingly.

"Then make it worth something!" responded Miss Lacey. His deliberate manner was driving her to frenzy. "Send a telegram if you can"t send a detective. Say, "News to your advantage coming," or something like that. Anything to keep her there while we send for Thinkright."

"Send for him, eh?" mused the judge aloud.

"Why, of course!" responded Martha, in the very throes of impatience.

"She wouldn"t come with me, would she? She certainly wouldn"t come with _you_!" The speaker brought out the last p.r.o.noun with a vicious satisfaction.

"Too bad of you to blacken me to her like that," remarked the judge. "I sent, as I supposed, an entirely capable representative. John admitted that he could carry off the affair with flying colors. How about that hand you had tied behind you, Boy?"

Dunham changed his position. "It was a very strange and hard situation, Judge Trent," he replied stiffly. "Most unexpected and uncomfortable all around."

"Then I may a.s.sume that you untied the hand?"

The young man did not reply. His indignation at his employer"s imperturbability was becoming as p.r.o.nounced as Miss Lacey"s.

"I ought to have gone," continued Judge Trent. "Really I didn"t suppose that a fellow recommended as an expert by such high authority as himself could be so invertebrate. You actually came away just because the girl told you to. Why, a novice could have done that."

Dunham regarded the little man with a stern displeasure which entertained the judge highly. Then John turned toward Miss Lacey: "Just where is this farm you speak of?"

"It"s in Cas...o...b..y. You take the train from Portland and then drive."

"And this man with the strange name?" pursued Dunham.

"Oh, it isn"t his name, but n.o.body thinks of calling him anything else.

He"s Judge Trent"s cousin, Jacob Johnson, and he lives on this farm winter and summer. He"s a good soul, and he was cousin to Sylvia"s mother, too, of course, and he"--

"Cas...o...b..y. I have friends who go there in the summer." Dunham"s manner grew purposeful.

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