"Did you know that it was Mrs. Leslie Geoffrey should have married?"
asked Mrs. Savine at length.
"No," answered Helen, flushing. With feeling she added. "Perhaps I ought to have guessed it. She leaves shortly, does the not? It will be a relief. She must be a wicked woman, but please don"t talk of her."
"That is just what I"m going to do," declared her aunt, gravely. "I wouldn"t guarantee that she is wholly good, but I blame her poison-mean husband more than her. Anyway, she is better than you suppose her."
"I made no charge against her, and am only glad she is going," said Helen Savine. Mrs. Savine smiled shrewdly.
"Well, I am going to show you there is nothing in that charge. Not quite logical, is it, but sit still there and listen to me."
Helen listened, at first very much against her will, presently she grew half-convinced, and at last wholly so. She blushed crimson as she said:
"May I be forgiven for thinking evil--but such things do happen, and though I several times made myself believe, even against, the evidence of my eyes, that I was wrong, appearances were horribly against her. I am tired and will say good-night, auntie."
"Not yet," interposed Mrs. Savine, laying a detaining grasp upon her.
"Sit still, my dear, I"m only beginning. Appearances don"t always count for much. Now, there"s Mrs. Christopher who started in to copy my elixir. Oh, yes, it was like it in smell and color, but she nearly killed poor Christopher with it."
"She said it cured him completely," commented Helen, hoping to effect a diversion; but Mrs. Savine would not be put off.
"We won"t argue about that, though there"ll be a coroner called in the next time she makes a foolish experiment. Now I"m going to give my husband"s confidences away. Hardly fair to Tom, but I"ll do it, because it seems necessary, and the last time I didn"t go quite far enough. To begin with. Did you know the opposition wanted to buy Geoffrey over, paying him two dollars for every one he could have made out of your father?"
"No," answered Helen, starting. "It was very loyal of him to refuse.
Why did he do so?"
Mrs. Savine smiled good-humoredly. "I guess you think that"s due to your dignity, but you don"t fool me. Look into your mirror, Helen, if you really want to know. Did you hear that he put every dollar he"d made in Canada into the scheme? Of course you didn"t; he made Tom promise he would never tell you. Besides--but I forgot, I must not mention that."
"Please spare me any more, auntie," pleaded Helen, who was overcome by a sudden realization of her own injustice and absolute selfishness.
"No mercy this time," was the answer, given almost genially. "Like the elixir which doesn"t taste pleasant, it"s good for you. You didn"t know, either, for the same reason, that not long ago Tom was badly scared for fear he"d have to let the whole thing go for lack of money.
It would have been the end of Julius Savine if he had been forced to give up this great enterprise."
"I never thought things were so bad, but how does it concern Mr.
Thurston?" Helen questioned her aunt in a voice that was trembling.
"Geoffrey straightened out all the financial affairs in just this way.
A relative in England left an estate to be divided between him and Mrs.
Leslie. There was enough to keep him safe for life, if he"d let it lie just where it was, but he didn"t. No, he sold out all that would have earned him a life income for any price he could, and turned over every cent of it to help your father. Now I"ve about got through, but I"ve one question to ask you. Would the man who did all that--you can see why--be likely to fool with another man"s wife, even if it was the handsome Mrs. Leslie?"
"No," said Helen, whose cheeks, which had grown pallid, flushed like a blush rose. "I am glad you told me, auntie, but I feel I shall never have the courage to look that man in the face again."
Mrs. Savine smiled, though her eyes glistened in the firelight as she laid a thin hand on one of Helen"s, which felt burning hot as the fingers quivered within her grasp.
"You will, or that will hurt him more than all," she replied. "It wasn"t easy to tell you this, but I"ve seen too many lives ruined for the want of a little common-sense talking--and I figure Jacob wouldn"t come near beating Geoffrey Thurston."
Helen rose abruptly. "Auntie, you will see to father--he has been better lately--for just a little while, will not you?" she asked.
"Mrs. Crighton has invited me so often to visit her, and I really need a change. This valley has grown oppressive, and I must have time to think."
"Yes," a.s.sented Mrs. Savine. "But you must stand by your promise to fire the final shot."
The door closed, and Mrs. Savine, removing her spectacles, wiped both them and her eyes as she remarked: "I hope the Almighty will forgive a meddlesome old woman for interfering, knowing she means well."
CHAPTER XXVIII
LESLIE STEPS OUT
Henry Leslie did not return home at noon on the day following the altercation with his wife. Millicent had an ugly temper, but she would cool down if he gave her time, he said to himself. In the evening he fell in with two business acquaintances from a mining district, who were visiting the city for the purpose of finding diversion and they invited him to a.s.sist them in their search for amus.e.m.e.nt. Leslie, though unprincipled, lacked several qualities necessary for a successful rascal, and, oppressed by the fear of Shackleby"s displeasure should Thurston return to the mountains prematurely, and uncertain what to do, was willing to try to forget his perplexities for an hour or two.
The attempt was so far successful that he went home at midnight, somewhat unsteadily, a good many dollars poorer than when he set out.
Trying the door of his wife"s room, he found it locked. He did not suspect that it had been locked on the outside and that Millicent had thrown the key away. He was, however, rather relieved than otherwise by the discovery of the locked door, and, sleeping soundly, wakened later than usual next morning. Millicent, however, was neither at the breakfast-table nor in her own room when he pried the door open. He saw that some garments and a valise were missing, and decided that she had favored certain friends with her company, and, returning mollified, would make peace again, as had happened before. Still, he was uneasy until he espied her writing-case with the end of a letter protruding.
Reading the letter, he discovered it to be an invitation to Victoria.
He noticed on the blotter the reversed impression of an addressed envelope, which showed that she had answered the invitation. Two days pa.s.sed, and, hearing nothing, he grew dissatisfied again, and drafted a diplomatic telegram to the friends in Victoria. It happened that Shackleby was in his office when the answer arrived.
"Has Thurston come into town yet? You told me you saw your way to keep him here," said Shackleby. "Didn"t you mention he had the handling of a small legacy left Mrs. Leslie?"
"It is strange, but he has not arrived," was the answer. "My wife is an old friend of his, and I had counted on her help in detaining him, but, unfortunately, she considered it necessary to accept an invitation to Victoria somewhat suddenly."
"I should hardly have fancied Thurston was an old friend of--yours,"
Shackleby remarked with a carelessness which almost blunted the sneer.
"I"m also a little surprised at what you tell me, because I saw Mrs.
Leslie hurrying along to the Atlantic express. She couldn"t book that way to Victoria."
"You must have been mistaken," said Leslie, who turned towards a clerk holding out a telegraphic envelope. He ripped it open and read the enclosure with a smothered e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.i.o.n.
"Can"t understand your wire. Mrs. Leslie not here. Wrote saying she could not come."
"Excuse the liberty. I believe I have a right to inspect all correspondence," observed Shackleby, coolly leaning over and picking up the message. Then he looked straight at Leslie, and there was a moment"s silence before he asked, "How much does Mrs. Leslie know about your business?"
"I don"t know," answered the anxious man in desperation. "I had to tell her a little so that she could help me."
"So I guessed!" commented Shackleby. "Now, I don"t want to hurt your feelings, but you can"t afford to quarrel with me if I do. You"re coming straight with me to the depot to find out where Mrs. Leslie bought a ticket to."
"I"ll see you hanged first," broke out Leslie. "Isn"t it enough that you presume to read my private correspondence? I"ll suffer no interference with my domestic affairs."
Shackleby laughed contemptuously. "You"ll just come along instead of bl.u.s.tering--there"s not an ounce of real grit in you. This is no time for sentiment, and you have admitted that Mrs. Leslie was on good terms with Thurston. If she has warned him, one of us at least will have to make a record break out of this country. If he doesn"t it won"t be the divorce court he"ll figure in."
Leslie went without further protest, and Shackleby looked at him significantly when the booking-clerk said, "If I remember right, Mrs.
Leslie bought a ticket for Thompson"s. It"s a flag station at the head of the new road that"s to be driven into the Orchard Valley."
"I guess that"s enough," remarked Shackleby. "You and I are going there by the first train too. Oh, yes, I"m coming with you whether you like it or not, for it strikes me our one chance is to bluff Thurston into a bargain for the cessation of hostilities. It"s lucky he"s supposed to be uncommonly short of money."
Geoffrey Thurston, Mrs. Leslie, and Thomas Savine of course, could not know of this conversation, but the woman was anxious as they rode together into sight of the little flag station shortly before the Atlantic express was due. When the others dismounted, Thomas Savine, who had been summoned by telegram from Vancouver, remained discreetly behind. It was very cold, darkness was closing down on the deep hollow among the hills, and some little distance up the ascending line, a huge freight locomotive was waiting with a string of cars behind it in a side track. Thurston pointed to the fan-shaped blaze of the great head lamp.
"We have timed it well. They"re expecting your train now," he said.