"Lorenzo Pinney!" screamed his wife. "Don"t you think of such a wicked thing! So dishonorable!"
"How wicked? How dishonorable?" demanded Pinney.
"I"m ashamed to have to tell you, if you don"t see; and I _won"t_. But if you go as a detective, _go_ as a detective; and if you go as their friend, to help them and serve them, then go that way. But don"t you try to carry water on both shoulders. If you do, I won"t stir a step with you; so there!"
"Ah!" said Pinney, "I understand. I didn"t catch on, at first. Well, you needn"t be afraid of my mixing drinks. I"ll just use the old fellow for practice. Very likely he may lead to something else in the defaulter line. You won"t object to that?"
"No; I won"t object to that."
They had the light preparations of young housekeepers to make, and they were off to the field of Pinney"s work in a very few days after he had seen Matt, and told him that he would talk it over with his wife. At Quebec he found board for his family at the same hotel where Northwick had stopped in the winter, but it had kept no recognizable trace of him in the name of Warwick on its register. Pinney pa.s.sed a week of search in the city, where he had to carry on his investigations with an eye not only to Northwick"s discovery, but to his concealment as well. If he could find him he must hide him from the pursuit of others, and he went about his work in the journalistic rather than the legal way. He had not wholly "severed his connection," as the newspaper phrase is, with the _Events_. He had a fast and loose relation with it, pending a closer tie with his friend, the detective, which authorized him to keep its name on his card; and he was soon friends with all the gentlemen of the local press. They did not understand, in their old-fashioned, quiet ideal of newspaper work, the vigor with which Pinney proposed to enjoy the leisure of his vacation in exploiting all the journalistic material relating to the financial exiles resident in their city. But they had a sort of local pride in their presence, and with their help Pinney came to know all that was to be known of them. The colony was not large, but it had its differences, its distinctions, which the citizens were very well aware of. There are defaulters and defaulters, and the blame is not in all cases the same, nor the breeding of the offenders. Pinney learned that there were defaulters who were in society, and not merely because they were defaulters for large sums and were of good social standing at home, but because there were circ.u.mstances that attenuated their offence in the eyes of the people of their city of refuge; they judged them by their known intentions and their exigencies, as the justice they had fled from could not judge them. There were other defaulters of a different type and condition, whose status followed them: embezzlers who had deliberately planned their misdeeds, and who had fallen from no domestic dignity in their exclusion from respectable a.s.sociation abroad.
These Pinney saw in their walks about the town; and he was not too proud, for the purposes of art, to make their acquaintance, and to study in their vacancy and solitude the dulness and weariness of exile. They did not consort together, but held aloof from one another, and professed to be ignorant each of the affairs of the rest. Pinney sympathized in tone if not in sentiment with them, but he did not lure them to the confidence he so often enjoyed; they proved to be men of reticent temper; when frankly invited to speak of their history and their hopes in the interest of the reputations they had left behind them, they said they had no statement to make.
It was not from them that Pinney could hope to learn anything of the man he was seeking; Northwick was not of their order, morally or socially, and from the polite circles where the more elect of the exiles moved, Pinney was himself excluded by the habits of his life and by the choice of the people who formed those circles. This seemed to Pinney rather comical, and it might have led him to say some satirical things of the local society, if it had been in him to say bitter things at all. As it was, it amused his inexhaustible amiability that an honest man like himself should not be admitted to the company of even the swellest defaulters when he was willing to seek it. He regretted that it should be so, mainly because Northwick could have been heard of among them, if at all; and when all his other efforts to trace him at Quebec failed, he did not linger there. In fact he had not expected to find him there, but he had begun his search at that point, because he must stop there on his way to Rimouski, where Northwick"s letter to the _Events_ was posted.
This postmark was the only real clue he had; but he left no stone unturned at Quebec, lest Northwick should be under it. By the time he came to the end of his endeavors, Mrs. Pinney and the baby were on such friendly terms with the landlady of the hotel where they were staying, that Pinney felt as easy at parting from them as he could ever hope to feel. His soft heart of husband and father was torn at leaving them behind; but he did not think it well to take them with him, not knowing what Rimouski might be like, or how long he might be kept remote from an English-speaking, or English-practising, doctor. He got a pa.s.sage down the river on one of the steamers for Liverpool; and with many vows, in compliance with his wife"s charges, that he would not let the vessel by any chance carry him on to Europe, he rent himself away. She wagged the baby"s hand at him from the window where she stood to watch him getting into the calash, and the vision of her there shone in his tears, as the calash dashed wildly down Mountain Hill Street, and whirled him through the Lower Town on to the steamer"s landing. He went to his stateroom as soon as he got aboard, that he might give free course to his heartache, and form resolutions to be morally worthy of getting back alive to them, and of finding them well. He would, if he could, have given up his whole enterprise; and he was only supported in it by remembering what she had said in praise of its object. She had said that if he could be the means of finding their father for those two poor women, she should think it the greatest thing that ever was; and more to be glad of than if he could restore him to his creditors. Pinney had laughed at this womanish view of it; he had said that in either case it would be business, and nothing else; but now his heart warmed with acceptance of it as the only right view. He pledged himself to it in antic.i.p.ative requital of the Providence that was to bring them all together again, alive and well; good as he had felt himself to be, when he thought of the love in which he and his wife were bound, he had never experienced so deep and thorough a sense of desert as in this moment. He must succeed, if only to crown so meritorious a marriage with the glory of success and found it in lasting prosperity.
II.
These emotions still filled Pinney to the throat when at last he left his cabin and went forward to the smoking-room, where he found a number of veteran voyagers enjoying their cigars over the cards which they had already drawn against the tedium of the ocean pa.s.sage. Some were not playing, but merely smoking and talking, with gla.s.ses of clear, pale straw-colored liquid before them. In a group of these the princ.i.p.al speaker seemed to be an American; the two men who chorused him were Canadians; they laughed and applauded with enjoyment of what was national as well as what was individual in his talk.
"Well, I never saw a man as mad as old Oiseau when he told about that fellow, and how he tried to start him out every day to visit his soap-mine in the "ill, as he called it, and how the fellow would slip out of it, day after day, week after week, till at last Oiseau got tired, and gave him the bounce when the first boat came up in the spring. He tried to make him believe it would be good for his health, to go out prospecting with him, let alone making his everlasting fortune; but it was no good; and all the time Oiseau was afraid he would fall into my hands and invest with me. "I make you a present of "im, Mr.
Markham," says he. "I "ave no more use for him, if you find him.""
One of the Canadians said, "I don"t suppose he really had anything to invest."
"Why, yes, that was the curious thing about it; he had a belt full of thousand-dollar bills round him. They found it when he was sick; and old Oiseau was so afraid that something would happen to him, and _he_ would be suspected of it, that he nursed him like a brother till he got well, and as soon as he was able to get away he bounced him."
"And what do you suppose was the matter with him, that he wouldn"t even go to look at Oiseau"s soap-mine?"
"Well," said the American, closing his eyes for the better enjoyment of the a.n.a.lysis, and giving a long, slow pull at his cigar, "there might have been any one of several things. My idea is that he was a defaulter, and the thousand-dollar bills--there were forty or fifty of them, Oiseau says--were part of the money he got away with. Then, very likely he had no faith in Oiseau--knew it was probably a soap-mine, and was just putting him off till he could get away himself. Or, maybe his fever left him a little cracked, and he didn"t know exactly what he was about.
Then, again, if my theory of what the man was is true, I think that kind of fellow gets a twist simply from what he"s done. A good many of them must bring money away with them, and there are business openings everywhere; but you never hear of their going into anything over here."
"That _is_ odd," said the Canadian.
"Or would be if it were not so common. It"s the rule here, and I don"t know an exception. The defaulter never does anything with his money, except live on it. Meigs, who built those railroads on the Andes, is the only one who ever showed enterprise; and I never understood that it was a private enterprise with him. Anyway, the American defaulter who goes to Canada never makes any effort to grow up with the country. He simply rests on his laurels, or else employs his little savings to negotiate a safe return. No, sir; there"s something in defalcation that saps a man"s business energies, and I don"t suppose that old fellow would have been able to invest in Oiseau"s gold mine if it had opened at his feet, and he could have seen the sovereigns ready coined in it. He just _couldn"t_. I can understand that state of mind, though I don"t pretend to respect it. I can imagine just how the man _trembled_ to go into some speculation, and didn"t dare to. Must have been an old hand at it, too.
But it seems as if the money he steals becomes sacred to a man when he gets away with it, and he can"t risk it."
"I rather think you could have overcome his scruples, Markham, if you could have got at him," said the Canadian.
"Perhaps," Markham a.s.sented. "But I guess I can do better with our stock in England."
Pinney had let his cigar go out, in his excitement. He asked Markham for a light, though there were plenty of matches, and Markham accepted the request as an overture to his acquaintance.
"Brother Yank?" he suggested.
"Boston."
"Going over?"
"Only to Rimouski. You don"t happen to know the name of that defaulter, do you?"
"No; I don"t," said Markham.
"I had an idea I knew who it was," said Pinney.
Markham looked sharply at him. "After somebody in Rimouski?"
"Well, not just in that sense, exactly, if you mean as a detective. But I"m a newspaper man, and this is my holiday, and I"m working up a little article about our financiers in exile while I"m resting. My name"s Pinney."
"Markham can fill you up with the latest facts," said the Canadian, going out; "and he"s got a gold mine that beats Oiseau"s hollow. But don"t trust him too far. I know him; he"s a partner of mine."
"That accounts for me," said Markham, with the tolerant light of a much-joked joker in his eyes. With Pinney alone he ceased to talk the American which seemed to please his Canadian friend, and was willing soberly to tell all he knew about Oiseau"s capitalist, whom he merely conjectured to be a defaulter. He said the man called himself Warwick, and professed to be from Chicago; and then Pinney recalled the name and address in the register of his Quebec hotel, and the date, which was about that of Northwick"s escape. "But I never dreamt of his using half of his real name," and he told Markham what the real name was; and then he thought it safe to trust him with the nature of his special mission concerning Northwick.
"Is there any place on board where a man could go and kick himself?" he asked.
"Do it here as well as anywhere," said Markham, breaking his cigar-ash off. But Pinney"s alluring confidence, and his simple-hearted acknowledgment of his lack of perspicacity had told upon him; he felt the fascinating need of helping Pinney, which Pinney was able to inspire in those who respected him least, and he said, "There was a priest who knew this man when he was at Haha Bay, and I believe he has a parish now--yes, he has! I remember Oiseau told me--at Rimouski. You"d better look him up."
"Look him up!" said Pinney, in a frenzy. "I"ll _live_ with him before I"m in Rimouski twenty seconds."
He had no trouble in finding Pere etienne, but after the first hopeful encounter with the sunny surface sweetness of the young priest, he found him disposed to be reserved concerning the Mr. Warwick he had known at Haha Bay. It became evident that Pere etienne took Pinney for a detective; and however willing he might have been to save a soul for Paradise in the person of the man whose unhappiness he had witnessed, he was clearly not eager to help hunt a fugitive down for State"s prison.
Even when Pinney declared his true character and mission, the priest"s caution exacted all the proofs he could give, and made him submit his authorization to an English-speaking notary of the priest"s acquaintance. Then he owned that he had seen Mr. Warwick since their parting at Haha Bay; Mr. Warwick had followed him to Rimouski, after several weeks, and Pere etienne knew where he was then living. But he was still so anxious to respect the secrecy of a man who had trusted him as far as Northwick had, that it required all the logic and all the learning of the notary to convince him that Mr. Warwick, if he were the largest defaulter ever self-banished, was in no danger of extradition at Pinney"s hands. It was with many injunctions, and upon many promises, that at last he told Pinney where Mr. Warwick was living, and furnished him with a letter which was at once warrant and warning to the exile.
Pinney took the first train back toward Quebec; he left it at St. Andre, and crossed the St. Lawrence to Malbaie. He had no trouble there, in finding the little hostelry where Mr. Warwick lodged. But Pinney"s spirit, though not of the greatest delicacy, had become sensitized toward the defaulter through the scrupulous regard for him shown by Pere etienne no loss than by the sense of holding almost a filial relation to him in virtue of his children"s authorization. So his heart smote him at the ghastly look he got, when he advanced upon Warwick, where he sat at the inn-door, in the morning sun, and cheerily addressed him, "Mr.
Northwick, I believe."
It was the first time Northwick had heard his real name spoken since Putney had threatened him in the station, the dark February morning when he fled from home. The name he had worn for the last five months was suddenly no part of him, though till that moment it had seemed as much so as the white beard which he had suffered to hide his face.
"I don"t expect you to answer me," said Pinney, feeling the need of taking, as well as giving time, "till you"ve looked at this letter, and of course I"ve no wish to hurry you. If I"m mistaken, and it isn"t Mr.
Northwick, you won"t open the letter."
He handed him, not the letter which Pere etienne had given him, but the letter Suzette Northwick had written her father; and Pinney saw that he recognized the hand-writing of the superscription. He saw the letter tremble in the old man"s hand, and heard its crisp rustle as he clutched it to keep it from falling to the ground. He could not bear the sight of the longing and the fears that came into his face. "No hurry; no hurry,"
he said, kindly, and turned away.
III.
When Pinney came back from the little turn he took, Northwick was still holding the unopened letter in his hand. He stood looking at it in a kind of daze, and he was pale, and seemed faint.
"Why, Mr. Northwick," said Pinney, "why don"t you read your letter? If it hadn"t been yours, don"t I know that you"d have given it back to me at once?"
"It isn"t that," said the man, who was so much older and frailer than Pinney had expected to find him. "But--are they well? Is it--bad news?"