"In the name of Heaven!" gasped Keep, "what"s that?"
Down the terrace the butler was hastening toward them. When he stopped, he spoke as though he were announcing dinner. "A convict, sir," he said, "has escaped from Sing Sing. I thought you might not understand the whistle. I thought perhaps you would wish Mrs. Keep to come in-doors."
"Why?" asked Winnie Keep.
"The house is near the road, madam," said the butler. "And there are so many trees and bushes. Last summer two of them hid here, and the keepers--there was a fight." The man glanced at Keep. Fred touched his wife on the arm.
"It"s time to dress for dinner, Win," he said.
"And what are you going to do?" demanded Winnie.
"I"m going to finish this cigar first. It doesn"t take me long to change." He turned to the butler. "And I"ll have a c.o.c.ktail, too I"ll have it out here."
The servant left them, but in the French window that opened from the terrace to the library Mrs. Keep lingered irresolutely. "Fred," she begged, "you--you"re not going to poke around in the bushes, are you?--just because you think I"m frightened?"
Her husband laughed at her. "I certainly am NOT!" he said. "And you"re not frightened, either. Go in. I"ll be with you in a minute."
But the girl hesitated. Still shattering the silence of the night the siren shrieked relentlessly; it seemed to be at their very door, to beat and buffet the window-panes. The bride shivered and held her fingers to her ears.
"Why don"t they stop it!" she whispered. "Why don"t they give him a chance!"
When she had gone, Fred pulled one of the wicker chairs to the edge of the terrace, and, leaning forward with his chin in his hands, sat staring down at the lake. The moon had cleared the tops of the trees, had blotted the lawns with black, rigid squares, had disguised the hedges with wavering shadows. Somewhere near at hand a criminal--a murderer, burglar, thug--was at large, and the voice of the prison he had tricked still bellowed in rage, in amazement, still clamored not only for his person but perhaps for his life. The whole countryside heard it: the farmers bedding down their cattle for the night; the guests of the Briar Cliff Inn, dining under red candle shades; the joy riders from the city, racing their cars along the Albany road. It woke the echoes of Sleepy Hollow. It crossed the Hudson. The granite walls of the Palisades flung it back against the granite walls of the prison.
Whichever way the convict turned, it hunted him, reaching for him, pointing him out--stirring in the heart of each who heard it the l.u.s.t of the hunter, which never is so cruel as when the hunted thing is a man.
"Find him!" shrieked the siren. "Find him! He"s there, behind your hedge! He"s kneeling by the stone wall. THAT"S he running in the moonlight. THAT"S he crawling through the dead leaves! Stop him! Drag him down! He"s mine! Mine!"
But from within the prison, from within the gray walls that made the home of the siren, each of twelve hundred men cursed it with his soul.
Each, clinging to the bars of his cell, each, trembling with a fearful joy, each, his thumbs up, urging on with all the strength of his will the hunted, rat-like figure that stumbled panting through the crisp October night, bewildered by strange lights, beset by shadows, staggering and falling, running like a mad dog in circles, knowing that wherever his feet led him the siren still held him by the heels.
As a rule, when Winnie Keep was dressing for dinner, Fred, in the room adjoining, could hear her unconsciously and light-heartedly singing to herself. It was a habit of hers that he loved. But on this night, although her room was directly above where he sat upon the terrace, he heard no singing. He had been on the terrace for a quarter of an hour.
Gridley, the aged butler who was rented with the house, and who for twenty years had been an inmate of it, had brought the c.o.c.ktail and taken away the empty gla.s.s. And Keep had been alone with his thoughts.
They were entirely of the convict. If the man suddenly confronted him and begged his aid, what would he do? He knew quite well what he would do. He considered even the means by which he would a.s.sist the fugitive to a successful get-away.
The ethics of the question did not concern Fred. He did not weigh his duty to the State of New York, or to society. One day, when he had visited "the inst.i.tution," as a somewhat sensitive neighborhood prefers to speak of it, he was told that the chance of a prisoner"s escaping from Sing Sing and not being at once retaken was one out of six thousand. So with Fred it was largely a sporting proposition. Any man who could beat a six-thousand-to-one shot commanded his admiration.
And, having settled his own course of action, he tried to imagine himself in the place of the man who at that very moment was endeavoring to escape. Were he that man, he would first, he decided, rid himself of his tell-tale clothing. But that would leave him naked, and in Westchester County a naked man would be quite as conspicuous as one in the purple-gray cloth of the prison. How could he obtain clothes? He might hold up a pa.s.ser-by, and, if the pa.s.ser-by did not flee from him or punch him into insensibility, he might effect an exchange of garments; he might by threats obtain them from some farmer; he might despoil a scarecrow.
But with none of these plans was Fred entirely satisfied. The question deeply perplexed him. How best could a naked man clothe himself? And as he sat pondering that point, from the bushes a naked man emerged. He was not entirely undraped. For around his nakedness he had drawn a canvas awning. Fred recognized it as having been torn from one of the row-boats in the lake. But, except for that, the man was naked to his heels. He was a young man of Fred"s own age. His hair was cut close, his face smooth-shaven, and above his eye was a half-healed bruise. He had the sharp, clever, rat-like face of one who lived by evil knowledge. Water dripped from him, and either for that reason or from fright the young man trembled, and, like one who had been running, breathed in short, hard gasps.
Fred was surprised to find that he was not in the least surprised. It was as though he had been waiting for the man, as though it had been an appointment.
Two thoughts alone concerned him: that before he could rid himself of his visitor his wife might return and take alarm, and that the man, not knowing his friendly intentions, and in a state to commit murder, might rush him. But the stranger made no hostile move, and for a moment in the moonlight the two young men eyed each other warily.
Then, taking breath and with a violent effort to stop the chattering of his teeth, the stranger launched into his story.
"I took a bath in your pond," he blurted forth, "and--and they stole my clothes! That"s why I"m like this!"
Fred was consumed with envy. In comparison with this ingenious narrative how prosaic and commonplace became his own plans to rid himself of accusing garments and explain his nakedness. He regarded the stranger with admiration. But even though he applauded the other"s invention, he could not let him suppose that he was deceived by it.
"Isn"t it rather a cold night to take a bath?" he said.
As though in hearty agreement, the naked man burst into a violent fit of shivering.
"It wasn"t a bath," he gasped. "It was a bet!"
"A what!" exclaimed Fred. His admiration was increasing. "A bet? Then you are not alone?"
"I am NOW--d.a.m.n them!" exclaimed the naked one. He began again reluctantly. "We saw you from the road, you and a woman, sitting here in the light from that room. They bet me I didn"t dare strip and swim across your pond with you sitting so near. I can see now it was framed up on me from the start. For when I was swimming back I saw them run to where I"d left my clothes, and then I heard them crank up, and when I got to the hedge the car was gone!"
Keep smiled encouragingly. "The car!" he a.s.sented. "So you"ve been riding around in the moonlight?"
The other nodded, and was about to speak when there burst in upon them the roaring scream of the siren. The note now was of deeper rage, and came in greater volume. Between his clinched teeth the naked one cursed fiercely, and then, as though to avoid further questions, burst into a fit of coughing. Trembling and shaking, he drew the canvas cloak closer to him. But at no time did his anxious, prying eyes leave the eyes of Keep.
"You--you couldn"t lend me a suit of clothes could you?" he stuttered.
"Just for to-night? I"ll send them back. It"s all right," he added; rea.s.suringly. "I live near here."
With a start Keep raised his eyes, and distressed by his look, the young man continued less confidently.
"I don"t blame you if you don"t believe it," he stammered, "seeing me like this; but I DO live right near here. Everybody around here knows me, and I guess you"ve read about me in the papers, too. I"m--that is, my name--" like one about to take a plunge he drew a short breath, and the rat-like eyes regarded Keep watchfully--"my name is Van Warden. I"m the one you read about--Harry--I"m Harry Van Warden!"
After a pause, slowly and reprovingly Fred shook his head; but his smile was kindly even regretful, as though he were sorry he could not longer enjoy the stranger"s confidences.
"My boy!" he exclaimed, "you"re MORE than Van Warden! You"re a genius!"
He rose and made a peremptory gesture. "Sorry," he said, "but this isn"t safe for either of us. Follow me, and I"ll dress you up and send you where you want to go." He turned and whispered over his shoulder: "Some day let me hear from you. A man with your nerve--"
In alarm the naked one with a gesture commanded silence.
The library led to the front hall. In this was the coat-room. First making sure the library and hall were free of servants, Fred tiptoed to the coat-room and, opening the door, switched: on the electric light.
The naked man, leaving in his wake a trail of damp footprints, followed at his heels.
Fred pointed at golf-capes, sweaters, greatcoats hanging from hooks, and on the floor at boots and overshoes.
"Put on that motor-coat and the galoshes," he commanded. "They"ll cover you in case you have to run for it. I"m going to leave you here while I get you some clothes. If any of the servants b.u.t.t in, don"t lose your head. Just say you"re waiting to see me--Mr. Keep. I won"t be long.
Wait."
"Wait!" snorted the stranger. "You BET I"ll wait!"
As Fred closed the door upon him, the naked one was rubbing himself violently with Mrs. Keep"s yellow golf-jacket.
In his own room Fred collected a suit of blue serge, a tennis shirt, boots, even a tie. Underclothes he found ready laid out for him, and he s.n.a.t.c.hed them from the bed. From a roll of money in his bureau drawer he counted out a hundred dollars. Tactfully he slipped the money in the trousers pocket of the serge suit and with the bundle of clothes in his arms raced downstairs and shoved them into the coat-room.
"Don"t come out until I knock," he commanded. "And," he added in a vehement whisper, "don"t come out at all unless you have clothes on!"
The stranger grunted.
Fred rang for Gridley and told him to have his car brought around to the door. He wanted it to start at once within two minutes. When the butler had departed, Fred, by an inch, again opened the coat-room door. The stranger had draped himself in the underclothes and the shirt, and at the moment was carefully arranging the tie.
"Hurry!" commanded Keep. "The car"ll be here in a minute. Where shall I tell him to take you?"