Louise found him at the roller-towel, after his emblematic ablutions.
"Oh, is it so near dinner?" she asked.
"Yes. Where is Maxwell?"
"I left him up at the camp." She walked a little way out into the ground-ivy that matted the back-yard under the scattering spruce trees.
Matt followed, and watched the homing and departing bees around the hives in the deep, red-clovered gra.s.s near the wall.
"Those fellows will be swarming before long," he said, with a measure of the good comradeship he felt for all living things.
"I don"t see," said Louise, plucking a tender, green shoot from one of the fir boughs overhead, "why Mr. Maxwell is so hard."
"Is he hard?" asked Matt. "Well, perhaps he is."
"He is very sneering and bitter," said the girl. "I don"t like it."
"Ah, he"s to blame for that," Matt said. "But as for his hardness, that probably comes from his having had to make such a hard fight for what he wants to be in life. That hardens people, and brutalizes them, but somehow we mostly admire them and applaud them for their success against odds. If we had a true civilization a man wouldn"t have to fight for the chance to do the thing he is fittest for, that is, to be himself. But I"m glad you don"t like Maxwell"s hardness; I don"t myself."
"He seems to look upon the whole world as material, as he calls it; he doesn"t seem to regard people as fellow beings, as you do, Matt, or even as servants or inferiors; he hasn"t so much kindness for them as that."
"Well, that"s the odious side of the artistic nature," said Matt, smiling tolerantly. "But he"ll probably get over that; he"s very young; he thinks he has to be relentlessly literary now."
"He"s older than I am!" said Louise.
"He hasn"t seen so much of the world."
"He thinks he"s seen a great deal more. I don"t think he"s half so nice as we supposed. I should call him dangerous."
"Oh, I shouldn"t say _that_, exactly," Matt returned. "But he certainly hasn"t our traditions. I"ll just step over and call him to dinner."
"Oh, no! Let me try if I can blow the horn." She ran to where the long tin tube hung on the porch, and coming out with it again, set it to her lips and evoked some stertorous and crumby notes from it. "Do you suppose he saw me?" she asked, running back with the horn.
Matt could not say; but Maxwell had seen her, and had thought of a poem which he imagined ill.u.s.trated with the figure of a tall, beautiful girl lifting a long tin horn to her lips with outstretched arms. He did not know whether to name it simply The Dinner Horn, or grotesquely, Hebe Calling the G.o.ds to Nectar. He debated the question as he came lagging over the gra.s.s with his cushion in one hand and Pinney"s letter, still opened, in the other. He said to Matt, who came out to get the cushion of him, "Here"s something I"d like to talk over with you, when you"ve the time."
"Well, after dinner," said Matt.
Pinney"s letter was a long one, written in pencil on one side of long slips of paper, like printer"s copy; the slips were each carefully folioed in the upper right hand corner; but the language was the language of Pinney"s life, and not the decorative diction which he usually addressed to the public on such slips of paper.
"I guess," it began, "I"ve got onto the biggest thing yet, Maxwell. The _Events_ is going to send me to do the Social Science Congress which meets in Quebec this year, and I"m going to take Mrs. Pinney along and have a good time. She"s got so she can travel first-rate, now; and the change will do her and the baby both good. I shall interview the social science wiseacres, and do their proceedings, of course, but the thing that I"m onto is Northwick. I"ve always felt that Northwick kind of belonged to yours truly, anyway; I was the only man that worked him up in any sort of shape, at the time the defalcation came out, and I"ve got a little idea that I think will simply clean out all compet.i.tion. That letter of his set me to thinking, as soon as I read it, and my wife and I both happened on the idea at the same time; clear case of telepathy.
Our idea is that Northwick didn"t go to Europe--of course he didn"t!--but he"s just holding out for terms with the company. I don"t believe he"s got off with much money; but if he was going into business with it in Canada, he would have laid low till he"d made his investments. So my theory is that he"s got all the money he took with him except his living expenses. I believe I can find Northwick, and I am not going to come home without trying hard. I am going to have a detective"s legal outfit, and I flatter myself I can get Northwick over the frontier somehow, and restore him to the arms of his anxious friends of the Ponkwa.s.set Company. I don"t know yet just how I shall do it, but I guess I shall do it. I shall have Mrs. Pinney"s advice and counsel, and she"s a team; but I shall have to leave her and the baby at Quebec, while I"m roaming round in Rimouski and the wilderness generally, and I shall need active help.
"Now, I liked some things in that _Abstract_ article of yours; it was snappy and literary, and all that, and it showed grasp of the subject.
It showed a humane and merciful spirit toward our honored friend that could be made to tell in my little game if I could get the use of it. So I"ve concluded to let you in on the ground floor, if you want to go into the enterprise with me; if you don"t, don"t give it away; that"s all. My idea is that Northwick can be got at quicker by two than by one; but we have not only got to get _at_ him, but we have got to _get_ him; and get him on this side of Jordan. I guess we shall have to do that by moral suasion mostly, and that"s where your ma.s.sive and penetrating intellect will be right on deck. You won"t have to play a part, either; if you believe that his only chance of happiness on earth is to come home and spend the rest of his life in State"s prison, you can conscientiously work him from that point of view. Seriously, Maxwell, I think this is a great chance. If there"s any of that money he speaks of we shall have our pickings: and then as a mere scoop, if we get at Northwick at all, whether we can coax him over the line or not, we will knock out the fellow that fired the Ephesian dome so that he"ll never come to time in all eternity.
"I mean business, Maxwell; I haven"t mentioned this to anybody but my wife, yet; and if you don"t go in with me, n.o.body shall. _I want you, old boy, and I"m willing to pay for you._ If this thing goes through, I shall be in a position to name my own place and price on the _Events_. I expect to be managing editor before the year"s out, and then I shall secure the best talent as leading writer, which his name is Brice E.
Maxwell, and don"t you forget it.
"Now, you think it over, Maxwell. There"s no hurry. Take time. We"ve got to wait till the Soc. Sci. Congress meets, anyway, and we"ve got to let the professional pursuit die out. This letter of Northwick"s will set a lot of detectives after him, and if they can"t find him, or can"t work him after they"ve found him, they"ll get tired, and give him up for a bad job. Then will be the time for the gifted amateur to step in and show what a free and untrammelled press can do to punish vice and reward virtue."
XVI.
Maxwell explained to Matt, as he had explained to Louise, that Pinney was the reporter who had written up the Northwick case for _The Events_.
He said, after Matt had finished reading the letter, "I thought you would like to know about this. I don"t regard Pinney"s claim on my silence where you"re concerned; in fact, I don"t feel bound to him, anyway."
"Thank you," said Matt. "Then I suppose his proposal doesn"t tempt you?"
"Why, yes it does. But not as he imagines. I should like such an adventure well enough, because it would give me a glimpse of life and character that I should like to know something about. But the reporter business and the detective business wouldn"t attract me."
"No, I should suppose not," said Matt. "What sort of fellow, personally, is this--Pinney?"
"Oh, he isn"t bad. He is a regular type," said Maxwell, with tacit enjoyment of the typicality of Pinney. "He hasn"t the least chance in the world of working up into any controlling place in the paper. They don"t know much in the _Events_ office; but they do know Pinney. He"s a great liar and a braggart, and he has no more notion of the immunities of private life than--Well, perhaps it"s because he would as soon turn his life inside out as not, and in fact would rather. But he"s very domestic, and very kind-hearted to his wife; it seems they have a baby now, and I"ve no doubt Pinney is a pattern to parents. He"s always advising you to get married; but he"s a born Bohemian. He"s the most harmless creature in the world, so far as intentions go, and quite soft-hearted, but he wouldn"t spare his dearest friend if he could make copy of him; it would be impossible. I should say he was first a newspaper man, and then a man. He"s an awfully common nature, and hasn"t the first literary instinct. If I had any mystery, or mere privacy that I wanted to guard; and I thought Pinney was on the scent of it, I shouldn"t have any more scruple in setting my foot on him than I would on that snake."
A little reptile, allured by their immobility, had crept out of the stone wall which they were standing near, and lay flashing its keen eyes at them, and running out its tongue, a forked thread of tremulous scarlet. Maxwell brought his heel down upon its head as he spoke, and ground it into the earth.
Matt winced at the anguish of the twisting and writhing thing. "Ah, I don"t think I should have killed it!"
"I should," said Maxwell.
"Then you think one couldn"t trust him?"
"Yes. If you put your foot on him in some sort of agreement, and kept it there. Why, of course! Any man can be held. But don"t let Pinney have room to wriggle."
They turned, and walked away, Matt keeping the image of the tormented snake in his mind; it somehow mixed there with the idea of Pinney, and unconsciously softened him toward the reporter.
"Would there be any harm," he asked, after a while, "in my acting on a knowledge of this letter in behalf of Mr. Northwick"s family?"
"Not a bit," said Maxwell. "I make you perfectly free of it, as far as I"m concerned; and it can"t hurt Pinney, even if he ought to be spared.
_He_ wouldn"t spare _you_."
"I don"t know," said Matt, "that I could justify myself in hurting him on that ground. I shall be careful about him. I don"t at all know that I shall want to use it; but it has just struck me that perhaps--But I don"t know! I should have to talk with their attorney--I will see about it! And I thank you very much, Mr. Maxwell."
"Look here, Mr. Hilary!" said Maxwell. "Use Pinney all you please, and all you can; but I warn you he is a dangerous tool. He doesn"t mean any harm till he"s tempted, and when it"s done he doesn"t think it"s any harm. He isn"t to be trusted an instant beyond his self-interest; and yet he has flashes of unselfishness that would deceive the very elect.
Good heavens!" cried Maxwell, "if I could get such a character as Pinney"s into a story or a play, I wouldn"t take odds from any man living!"
His notion, whatever it was, grew upon Matt, so that he waited more and more impatiently for his mother"s return, in order to act upon it. When she did get back to the farm she could only report from the Northwicks that she had said pretty much what she thought she would like to say to Suzette concerning her wilfulness and obstinacy in wishing to give up her property; but Matt inferred that she had at the same time been able to infuse so much motherly comfort into her scolding that it had left the girl consoled and encouraged. She had found out from Adeline that their great distress was not knowing yet where their father was.
Apparently he thought that his published letter was sufficient rea.s.surance for the time being. Perhaps he did not wish them to get at him in any way, or to have his purposes affected by any appeal from them. Perhaps, as Adeline firmly believed, his mind had been warped by his suffering--he must have suffered greatly--and he was not able to reason quite sanely about the situation. Mrs. Hilary spoke of the dignity and strength which both the sisters showed in their trial and present stress. She praised Suzette, especially; she said her trouble seemed to have softened and chastened her; she was really a n.o.ble girl, and she had sent her love to Louise; they had both wished to be remembered to every one. "Adeline, especially, wished to be remembered to you, Matt; she said they should never forget your kindness."
Matt got over to Hatboro" the next day, and went to see Putney, who received him with some ironical politeness, when Matt said he had come hoping to be useful to his clients, the Miss Northwicks.
"Well, we all hope something of that kind, Mr. Hilary. You were here on a mission of that kind before. But may I ask why you think I should believe you wish to be useful to them?"
"Why?"
"Yes. Your father is the president of the company Mr. Northwick had his little embarra.s.sment with, and the natural presumption would be that you could not really be friendly toward his family."