"Yesterday morning? Oh, sugar! What was Ralph doing down to Peehawket Cove?"
"Got me. Gyp says he seen him walkin" up the railroad tracks carrying a heavy bag about daybreak. O" course, everybody says he had the bank"s money-or part of it anyway-in that bag. They kind of figger he and the other burglars went down the railroad on a hand car, and separated somewhere below Peehawket. Ever hear such foolishness?"
"It listens purty foolish," admitted Tobias.
"Gyp says Ralph was terrible anxious to get away in the _Gullwing_. Ye know that old cat ain"t wuth the new caulkin" Gyp put into her seams this spring. And you bet he held out for his price, seein" Ralph was in need. He didn"t exactly say how much he stung the young feller; but if he don"t never see that old tub again, I reckon he don"t cal"late to lose much."
"What do you s"pose Ralph is up to?" sighed Tobias. "He put out yesterday morning from Peehawket Cove, did he? And Gyp ain"t got no idea where he went?"
"Says he tacked southerly after he got outside. Beyond that Gyp declares he don"t know a thing."
"Wherever Ralph is, I hope he"s moored safe to-night," muttered the lightkeeper.
He rose and went to the door, peering out into the darkness. The wind was moaning in the distance while the deeper bourdon of thunderous breakers on the reefs added to the audible threat of the elements.
"We"re going to have a humdinger," said Tobias, with fuller a.s.surance, returning from the door. "And if that boy went to sea in that leaky old tub--"
The door from the stairway was pushed wide open and Lorna Nicholet came into the kitchen. Her countenance was pale and there was a deep smudge under each eye. But the eyes themselves were very bright-perhaps tear bright. And yet she was not a girl who often wept.
She carried a tray on which was a teapot, crusts of toast, and part of a gla.s.s of jelly. Before she spoke she set the tray upon the Turkey-red cloth that always covered Miss Heppy"s table between meals. Indeed, Zeke, making ready to go aloft for a look at the lamp, was first to ask:
"How"s Cousin Heppy?"
"She managed to eat a little supper. She is quiet now," Lorna said.
"Is the bank matter settled? That is what is worrying Miss Heppy. If her money is lost--"
"Oh, sugar!" muttered the lightkeeper, while Zeke shook his head.
"Arad Thompson ain"t let out a peep," the surfman declared. "I don"t suppose he wants to shoulder all the loss. I don"t know anything about the law on it."
He went out to the stairs and closed the door behind him. Lorna turned like a flash upon the old lightkeeper.
"Tobias Ba.s.sett!" she e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed, "what is it now about Ralph?"
"Heh?" She had managed to startle him that time. "Why, Lorna, I don"t know--"
"What has happened to him? I heard you say something about his going to sea. What do you mean?"
"Why, there"s a story that he went out from Peehawket Cove in a catboat yesterday morning. But we don"t know what he went for, or where he"s gone."
"I heard you say it was an old tub. If he is out there and there is a storm coming up, what is going to become of him?"
"Oh, sugar! Ralph"s a good sailor. You know he is. He wouldn"t likely run into no danger. When he see the storm coming he"d run for it somewhere. Sure!"
"And where would he run, if he knew that the police were looking for him in every port up and down the Cape?" demanded the young woman.
She brought out the question pantingly and one hand clutched at her bosom. Tobias stared. That Lorna Nicholet should display such abundant emotion puzzled him.
"Good glory, Lorna!" he gasped. "Air _all_ women alike? You talk about Ralph just the same as Heppy does about our money. Ain"t a spark o"
hope in either of your hearts, I don"t believe. You talk like you was sure Ralph is mixed up in that burglary."
"He is, isn"t he?" she demanded with sharpness. "At least," she supplemented, "he is accused."
"I never thought, Lorny," the lightkeeper rejoined gravely, "that you"d go back on an old friend this-a-way. Why! if Ralph"s friends are going to believe such tommyrot about him, no wonder strangers-as ye might call "em-air so fickle."
"What do you mean, Tobias Ba.s.sett? Haven"t we reason enough to be suspicious of him?"
"I can"t see it, Lorny."
"Why! That penknife! And that address book! What of them?"
Tobias shook his head, puckering his lips thoughtfully.
"And see how he has acted! Going off without telling anybody where he is bound, or what he means to do. Oh! even if he isn"t guilty, I"ve no patience with him."
"I kin see that," admitted Tobias reflectively.
"There is more than that. You know there is!" cried Lorna, on the verge of tears at last. "He-he has lost his money and he may be desperately in need of some for-for a certain purpose. How do we know what temptation he may have been under these last few weeks? I-I feel condemned! I should have offered to help him!"
She said it wildly, and fairly ran out of the kitchen again before Tobias could recover his powers of speech. On the stairway she stopped to wipe away her tears. Were they tears of rage, or of actual fear for Ralph Endicott"s safety? Lorna could scarcely have told had she been asked.
In her pocket was a crumpled bit of paper-a leaf torn from that very address book which now seemed to be plain evidence against Ralph Endicott. He had torn it out in anger and thrown it at Conny Degger-the page on which was written Cora Devine"s address. The very thought of that girl stabbed Lorna to the heart!
For, deny it as she would, Lorna was jealous. She was enraged that a girl of that character could attract, even for a little while, a man who had been _her_ friend. With all his faults, Lorna had always considered Ralph manly and decent. That he should have found entertainment-even for a brief time-with a girl of such character!
It did not enter into Lorna"s consideration that the only testimony she had as to Cora Devine"s character came through Conny Degger. And at the present moment she would not have taken Degger"s word as final on any subject.
What she thought she knew, however, had festered in Lorna"s mind until it discharged nothing but evil suspicion against Ralph. Shrewd Conny Degger had said just enough to turn Lorna"s milk of human kindness acid.
At least as far as Ralph was concerned.
She finally climbed the stairs to Miss Heppy"s whitewashed cell. The old woman had fallen asleep at last. She sobbed now and then into her pillow, like a heart-broken child.
"Poor Miss Heppy!" the girl murmured. "The loss of that money spells tragedy for her. It is almost the greatest blow that could have befallen her."
But she was not exactly thinking of Miss Heppy"s trouble-not in particular. She sat down at the little table on which stood the shaded lamp. There was a bottle of ink on the table with a penholder and a rusty pen in it. There was a cheap box with "Elite Writing Paper"
ornately printed on it. She took out a sheet of paper and an envelope.
Very slowly, and with much thought between phrases, Lorna wrote a letter and addressed it to "Miss Cora Devine, 27 Canstony Street, Charlestown, Ma.s.s." Afterward, Miss Heppy having fallen deeper into sleep, Lorna turned down the wick of the lamp and crept out of the room.
There was n.o.body in the kitchen when she descended the stairs, Tobias having joined Zeke Ba.s.sett in the lamp room. Lorna slipped into her jacket and wound a veil about her head. Outside the boom of the surf and shrieking of the wind frightened her. A fierce storm was gathering.
If Ralph was out in a small boat in this hurricane--
She fought her way across the sands and climbed the bluff. There was a light in Jackson"s room over the garage. It was not yet ten o"clock, and a mail train went through Clinkerport just before eleven.
She called to the chauffeur. He came down immediately and was only too willing to do her errand. The letter was to be stamped for special delivery and was to be mailed on the train.