"You lie," he cried pa.s.sionately. "I am no thief!"
The younger man"s sudden heat was not without its effect upon Hendrie.
A flush crept over his level brows. It dyed his cheeks, and added a fresh gleam of malignant hatred to the cold cruelty of his eyes. He drew a step nearer, and pointed at the chair.
"Sit down!" he commanded. And Frank found himself mechanically obeying.
After a moment"s pause, Hendrie went on with a deliberation that contained an infinitely greater threat than any pa.s.sionate outburst could have conveyed.
"You"re a thief," he cried. "Do you get me? A thief. You"re a low-down, dirty cur of a thief, not half as good as the man who steals money.
Say, you"re the sort of skunk who steals in through back doors chasing other men"s womenfolk. You came to steal my wife. You"ve been at the game weeks. You"ve been watched--both of you--you and your paramour.
Back!"
In a wild fury Frank precipitated himself from his chair to choke the filthy accusations in the man"s throat. But he was brought to a stand by the shining muzzle of a revolver, held at his body.
He dropped back to his chair.
"Say, you can quit that right here," Hendrie went on. "I"m ready for any play that way. You see, I fixed this trap for you. Guess I was wise to your being here. Say, you"re going to pay for your gambol, my friend. Maybe you don"t know what you"re up against. You"re going to pay--and pay bad. Maybe you don"t know what my money can do. It can do a heap, and I"m ready to spend my last cent so you get the dose I want you to get.
"But you"ve made it easy for me. Plumb easy. I find you here with my safe open, and a pile of money taken from it. A safe robber, eh? The money in your hand, and you got in through this window. Get me?
Burglary. House-breaking. Safe-robbing. When the law"s fixed you right for that, and you"ve served your term--then, why, I guess there"s more to follow. Say, you"re going to get it good for just so long as we both live. I"m going to beat you down, down, down, till I"ve crushed you out of your rotten existence.
"Oh, I know you"ve not stolen that money," he went on savagely. "I know that. I recognize you for the man whose picture I tore up in my wife"s rooms before I married her. You"re her lover, I know, but you"re going to be treated just as hard as the law can fix you for--those other things."
Under the merciless lash of the millionaire"s tongue Frank grew steadily calmer. But it was the calm of despair. Full well he saw the hopelessness of his position. He had been trapped beyond all chance of escape, and even ill luck had worked for his undoing. As Hendrie paused he felt, though he knew denial was useless, that he must make a final effort.
"I tell you, you are wrong--utterly wrong," he cried desperately. "I have never stolen anything in my life. As for your wife, if you would only put this madness out of your head you would see that there is only one man in all the world she loves, and that man is you. Oh, I know it"s useless to deny anything while you are in this state of mind. But it is as I say. You can do your worst with me. You can employ your millions as you choose for my hurt, but I tell you the day will come when you will regret it, regret the wrong you are doing your wife--me, and would give your right hand to undo the mischief you have wrought through this--this insane jealousy."
The millionaire gazed at the earnest young face, and slowly a smile grew in his eyes, a smile which only rendered their expression more tigerish.
"Come," he said, in his level tones, "that"s better. If what you say is true guess the whole thing"s up to you. You"ll have your opportunity in the prisoner"s dock. Just explain things to the court, to the press reporters, waiting to telegraph the news all over America. Just tell "em what your relations with the wife of Alexander Hendrie are. Call her a witness that she gave you that money. Do this. I"ll be satisfied for you to do it. But remember when you get through with the court, you"re not through with me."
He crossed the room and drew the curtains apart while Frank"s desperate eyes followed his movements. There was no thought in the youngster"s mind of anything but the absolute fiendishness in the man"s final proposal. The heartless subtlety of it was tremendous.
Call his mother a witness! Call her a witness with a ravening horde of reporters gasping for scandal. He understood that Hendrie believed he would expose her to the shame of this liaison, and so punish her by such a process. He knew how little the man guessed the awakening such a course would in all probability bring him.
In that moment Frank saw more clearly than ever the necessity for silence and submission. But, realizing these things, he saw, too, an added danger.
"One moment," he said, with studied calmness. He had half read the other"s intention as he moved the curtains. "What will happen when--Mrs. Hendrie hears of my conviction. Have you considered that?"
The millionaire glanced over his shoulder. A triumphant light shone in his eyes.
"Guess I"ve considered everything. Your--paramour--after to-night, will never see or hear of you again--unless you call her as a witness at your trial."
He waited for the antic.i.p.ated outburst. But it did not come. To his surprise his victim"s face was smiling, and the sight of it set him searching for its cause.
Frank nodded.
"Right," he said, almost cheerily. "You can call your man. I have no intention to resist--now."
The next moment a man stepped into the room through the parted curtains. Frank surveyed him almost indifferently. He recognized him as Douglas, the Sheriff of Everton. It was a recognition that told him, had he needed to be told, that the millionaire"s purpose was no "bluff."
His heart sank, but his determination remained unaltered. He thought of Phyllis, he thought of the farm he was to have purchased, he thought of a hundred and one things, and, though he gave no outward sign, he felt he could almost have wept.
Presently he was roused by their touch as the cold irons were slipped upon his wrists, and he heard Hendrie delivering his charge to the sheriff.
Then he found himself standing up. Somebody pa.s.sed him his hat. Then he knew that he was walking beside the sheriff, and pa.s.sing out of the room by the window through which he had entered it.
Alexander Hendrie gazed after the two retreating figures until the ground seemed to swallow them up as they dropped down to the lower level of the river-bank, where the trail for Everton ran along it. Then he turned back to the room.
He crossed swiftly to the safe and closed it. He thrust the packet of money into an inner pocket of his coat. Then he set the chair at the desk straight. After that he pa.s.sed out through the window, carefully closing it behind him.
Ten minutes later a high-powered automobile was approaching Deep Willows by the Everton trail. It only had two occupants. The chauffeur was in the driving seat. Behind him, surrounded by his baggage, and enveloped in his heavy traveling coat, sat Alexander Hendrie.
CHAPTER XIX
THE RETURN OF ALEXANDER HENDRIE
"Guess he won"t make home to-night, mam."
Angus Moraine broke the silence which followed on the protracted, but absorbing discussion which had just taken place in the stuffy precincts of his office.
Monica smiled. She was sitting in a well-worn chair, Angus Moraine"s own particular chair, which he had placed for her beside his desk in the full light of the lamp, and directly facing him.
"It"s impossible to say," she replied, with the confidence of her understanding of the man under discussion. "If business does not interfere, and the mood takes him, Mr. Hendrie will be home to-night."
Her manner was delighted. She was feeling very happy. Such had been her interest in Angus"s news, and the earnest discussion of affairs involved in her husband"s letter to his manager, that, for the moment, all thought of Frank waiting for her in the library at the far end of the house had pa.s.sed out of her head.
She had visited this man with no sort of feeling of friendliness, with nothing but resentment at the interruption, but the moment she entered the tobacco-laden atmosphere of his room, and glanced at the long letter which Angus promptly handed her, all her displeasure vanished, and she became fully interested.
Nor was the change to be wondered at. The letter was one which had been written with the express purpose of interesting her. It was not the brief, terse letter of a business man. Every word had been carefully considered. The writer"s whole object had been to afford food for discussion, that his instructions to Angus, to keep her there for a definite time, might the more easily be carried out.
The paragraph which chiefly held her interest had been subtly placed by the writer at the opening of the letter.
"There is a big labor movement afoot," he wrote. "It is normally the bonding of all agriculturalists, and has for its stated purpose their protection against employers. This may be so. But I have a shrewd idea that the primary object is the furthering of the Socialistic movement that is causing so much harm to the world"s industries, and is fostering the deplorable discontent prevailing in labor circles all the world over. However, with such a movement afoot, it is, of course, quite impossible to forecast what unpleasant developments the near future may have for us at Deep Willows.
"In removing you, and leaving Mrs. Hendrie in control of my interests there, I am confident enough of successful operation in the ordinary way. But under these new conditions I do not feel so sure. It seems to me that the necessity for the strength of a man"s controlling hand in dealing with the situation will soon make itself apparent. Therefore it is better to antic.i.p.ate. Such antic.i.p.ation will cause a change of plans which, for some reasons, I reluctantly intend to make, and, for others, leaves me well enough satisfied.
"I shall, therefore, require you to remain at Deep Willows, and I will ask you to see Mrs. Hendrie at once, convey her my compliments, and urgently request her to join me in Winnipeg by the first east-bound mail. I must confess this change falls in with the present trend of my business as well as, I need hardly say, my personal inclinations. I find that affairs will keep me pretty well tied to Winnipeg and its surroundings, to say nothing of the tours I shall soon have to make from these headquarters. There is also a great deal to be done on the social side. It is becoming more and more necessary to entertain largely, and this, of course, I cannot do without my wife"s co-operation. So, perhaps, all things considered, the change will turn out for the best.