"It isn"t that, Miss Allis"--his voice was so cuttingly even after the erratic pump of her own--"in a bank one must not have a dishonest person. We must investigate to the end, and if Mortimer can clear himself by fastening the crime upon the perpetrator--"
"He will never do that; he cannot if he would."
"What can I do then, Miss Allis? But why shouldn"t he?"
"Can"t you see--don"t you understand the man? He commenced by shielding some one, and he will carry it through to the bitter end."
"I am afraid there was no one to shield but himself--everything points to this conclusion. The money was locked up, he had the keys, no one touched them--except your brother, and that but for a minute--but if any suspicion could attach to your brother it is all dissipated by Mortimer"s subsequent actions. It"s unpleasant to even hint at such a contingency, but if Mortimer is innocent, then your brother must be the guilty one."
He expected the girl to denounce indignantly such a possibility; he was surprised that she remained silent. Her non-refutation of this deduction told him as conclusively as though she had uttered the accusation that she thought Alan had taken the money and Mortimer was shielding him. It was but a phase of blind love; it was the faith women place in men they love, of which he had read and scoffed at.
Against all evidence she was holding this man honest, believing her brother the thief.
Surely a love like that was worth winning; no price was too great to pay. Her very faith in Mortimer, through which she sought to save him by inspiring Crane, determined the latter to crush utterly the man who stood between him and this great love. Intensity of hate, or love, or cupidity, never drew Crane out of his inherent diplomacy; he took refuge behind the brother of Allis.
"You see," he said, and his voice was modulated with kindness, "I can"t save Mortimer except at the expense of Alan; you would not have me do that. Besides, it is impossible--the evidence shines as clear as noonday."
"If you bring this home to Mr. Mortimer you will punish him, arrest him?"
"That would be the usual course."
She had taken her hand off his arm; now she replaced it, and he could feel the strong fingers press as though she would hold him to her wishes.
"You will not do this," she said, "for my sake you will not."
"You ask this of me, and it is for your sake?"
"Yes, if there is no other way; if Mr. Mortimer, innocent, must take upon himself this crime, then for my sake you will not punish him."
The gray eyes were violet-black in their intensity.
"If I promise--" He had been going to ask for reward, but she broke in, saying: "You will keep your word, and I will bless you."
"Nothing more--is that all?"
The magnetism of the intense eyes broke down his reserve; he slipped back twenty years in a second. Love touched him with a fire-wand, and his soul ignited. Cold, pa.s.sionless Philip Crane spoke in a tongue, unfamiliar as it was to him, that carried conviction to the girl--just the conviction that he was in earnest, that he was possessed of a humanizing love. She listened patiently while he pleaded his cause with much mastery. It was beyond her understanding, that, though Mortimer through all time had spoken not at all of love to her--at least not in the pa.s.sionate words that came from this man"s lips--yet she now heard as though it were his voice and not Crane"s. Love was a glorious thing--with Mortimer.
Crane"s intensity availed nothing. When he asked why she held faith to a man who must be known for all time as a thief, her soul answered, "It is nothing--because he is innocent."
Because of her Crane would do anything; the matter should be dropped as though it were all a hideous mistake. Mortimer might remain in the bank; his employer would even try to believe him innocent, taking the girl"s protestation m conclusive proof. Her mother, her father, everyone would demand of her, however, that she give the dishonest one up as a possibility. Even in his vehemence he lost no delicacy of touch. Why should she chain herself to an impossibility? It would but ruin the man she professed to regard.
The banker made no threat, but Allis shuddered. She knew. The narrow-lidded eyes had closed perceptibly when their owner talked of the alternative. He, Crane, loved her--she felt that was true. He was rich; for her father, for her brother, for herself, even for Mortimer, he would use his wealth. He pleaded his cause like a strong man, and when he spoke of failure because of her preference for Mortimer, an acridity crept into his voice that meant relentless prosecution.
She could not hold this full power over Crane without feeling its value.
To pledge herself to him as wife was impossible; she could not do it; she would not. Fate played into his hands without doubt, but Fate was not Providence. A decree of this sort, iniquitous, was not a higher command, else she would not feel utter abhorrence of the alliance.
Paradoxically the more vehemently Crane"s love obtruded itself the more obnoxious it became; it was something quite distinct from the man"s own personality. She did not detest him individually, for the honesty of his love impressed her; mentally she separated Crane from his affection, a.n.a.l while rejecting his love absolutely as a compelling factor, appealed to him as a man having regard for her, a woman he believed in.
It was a most delicate cleavage, yet unerringly she attained to its utmost point of discrimination. Perhaps it was the strength of her love for Mortimer that enabled her to view so calmly this pa.s.sionate declaration. A year before, unsophisticated as she had been, it would have thrown her into an agitated confusion, but she was developing rapidly; responsibility had tempered fine the great will power which was hers in such a marked degree.
"I am sorry, Mr. Crane," she began, conventionally enough, "I am, sorry; I couldn"t marry a man without loving him. What you have just told me must win regard for you, because I know that you feel strongly, and I think any woman should take an offer of honest love as the greatest of all compliments."
"But I don"t even ask for your love now," he interrupted.
"Ah, but you should. You shouldn"t marry a woman unless she loves you.
At any rate I feel that way about it. Of course, if there were a chance of my coming to care for you in that way we could wait, but it would be deceiving you to give hope."
"Is it because you care for--Mortimer?" he asked.
"I think it is. I suppose if I am to help him I must be quite honest with you. I do not want to talk about it--it seems too sacred. I have even spoken less to Mr. Mortimer of love," she added, with a painful attempt at a smile. "You have said that you care for me, Mr. Crane, and I believe you; you have been generous to my father, also. Now won"t you promise me something, just for the sake of this regard? I suppose it is impossible to prove Mr. Mortimer"s innocence"--she felt her own helplessness, and who else could or would care to accomplish it "but it is in your power to lessen the evil. Won"t you take my word that he is innocent and stop everything? As you say, either he or Alan must be suspected, and if it were brought home to my brother it would crush me, and my mother and father."
"What can I do?--"
"Just nothing. I know Mr. Mortimer has determined to accept the disgrace, and he will go away. You can make his load as light as possible, for my sake."
The small hand on his arm was drawing him to acquiesence. He did not answer at once, but sat moodily diagnosing his position. If he refused and prosecuted Mortimer, the girl, more determined than many men, would change from a state of possibility, from simply not loving him, to a vigorous hate. If he hushed the matter up Mortimer would go away under a cloud, and his removal from the presence of Allis might effect a change in her regard. He would accelerate this wished-for elision of love by procuring absolutely indisputable proof of Mortimer"s dishonesty. He saw his opening to that end; he could do it under the guise of clearing the innocent one of the suspected two; for Allis alone this would be. To him there was not the slightest ground for supposing Alan had taken the money, but blinded by her love, evidently Allis thought Mortimer was shielding her brother. Though it was to Crane"s best interests, he pretended to consent out of pure chivalry. "What you ask," he said, "is very little; I would do a thousand times more for you. There is nothing you could ask of me that would not give me more pleasure than anything else in my barren life. But I could not bear to see you wedded to Mortimer; he is not worthy--you are too good for him. I don"t say this because he is more fortunate, but I love you and want to see you happy."
The girl was like a slim poplar. The strong wind of Crane"s clever pleading and seeming generosity swayed her from her rigid att.i.tude only to spring back again, to stand straight and beautiful, true to her love and faith in Mortimer.
"You are kind to me," she said, simply; "I wish I could repay you."
"Perhaps some day I may get a reward out of all proportion to this small service."
She looked fair into his eyes, and on her lips hovered a weak, plaintive, wistful smile, as though she were wishing he could accept the inevitable and take her regard, her grat.i.tude, her good opinion of him and not wed himself to a chimera which would bring only weariness of spirit in return for his goodness.
"You will be repaid some day," she answered, "for I feel that Mr.
Mortimer"s name will be cleared, and you will be glad that you acted generously."
"Well, this will give him a better chance," he said, evasively; "it"s not good to crush a man when he"s down. I will see that no one connected with the bank shows him the slightest disrespect. Of course he"ll have to go, he couldn"t remain under the circ.u.mstances--he wouldn"t."
The horse had jogged slowly. Allis had purposely allowed the old Bay to take his time. Unused to such a tolerance he had scandalously abused the privilege; once or twice he had even cast longing glances at a succulent bunch of gra.s.s growing by the roadside, as though it were a pure waste of opportunity to neglect the delicacy for work when he had to do with such indifferent overseers. But now Ringwood was in sight, and there was still the matter of the money that had been paid on her father"s note to speak of. She asked Crane where it had come from.
"You won it over Diablo in the Brooklyn Handicap," he answered, bluntly.
"You won it," she corrected him; "I refused to accept it."
"I remember that eccentricity," he replied. "I"m a busy man, and having the money thrown back on my hands, as it was not mine, caused me considerable inconvenience. I deposited three thousand of it against the note to save both your father and myself needless worry. There are still some hundreds due you, and I wish you would please tell me what I am to do with it."
"I"d rather pay you back the three thousand now."
"I can"t accept it. I have enough money of my own to worry along on."
"Well, I wash my hands of the whole affair. When father gets stronger he must settle it."
They had turned into the drive to Ringwood House.
"We are home now," she added, "and I want to say again that I"ll never forget your kind promise. I know you will not repent of your goodness."
Mrs. Porter saw Allis and Crane together in the buggy; it pleased the good woman vastly. Allis"s success with Lauzanne had taken a load from her spirits. She was not mercenary, but there had been so much at stake.
Now in one day Providence had averted disaster, and she had awakened from a terrible nightmare of debt. The sunshine of success had warmed her husband"s being into hopeful activity, a brightness was over his spirits that had not been there for months. It was like an augury of completed desire that Crane should come the day of their good fortune with Allis. If she would but marry him there would be little left to worry about. So it was that Crane, perplexed by his recent love check, and Allis, mired in gloom over her hero"s misfortune, stepped into a radiancy of exotic cheerfulness.