The Bartons lived in one of the apartments of the building. The front door was locked, and so Bob was forced reluctantly to ring the bell beneath the name which indicated their particular letter box.
He waited, holding the young girl in his arms.
"Oh, I"m so sick!" he heard her say faintly, and he realized that she was regaining consciousness.
"If only I can get her upstairs quietly," he thought.
He was about to swing her body around in his arms so that he could ring once more when there was a turning of the k.n.o.b.
"Who is it?" came a frightened voice.
It was Mary Barton at the doorway.
"S-s-s-h!" cautioned Bob. "It"s Burke. I"m bringing Miss Lorna home?
Don"t make any noise."
"Oh!" gasped the unhappy sister. "What"s wrong? Is she hurt?"
"No!" said Bob. "Fortunately not."
"Is she-- Oh-- Is she--drunk?"
Burke calmed her with the rea.s.surance of his low, steady voice.
"No, Miss Mary. She was drugged by those rascals, and I saved her in time. Please don"t cry, or make a noise. Let me take her upstairs and help you. It"s better if she does not know that I was the one to bring her home."
Mary tried to help him; but Bob carried the girl on into the hall.
"Is your father awake?"
"No; I told him two hours ago, when he asked me from his room, that Lorna had returned and was asleep. He believed me. I had to fib to save him from breaking his dear old daddy heart. Is she injured at all?"
It was plainly evident that the poor girl was holding her nerves in leash with a tremendous effort.
Bob kept on toward the stairs.
"She"ll be all right when you get her into her room. Give her some smelling salts, and don"t tell your father. Didn"t he hear the bell?"
"No; I"ve been waiting for her. I put some paper in the bell so that it would only buzz when it rang. Let me help you, Mr. Burke. How on earth did you----" She was eager in spite of her anxiety.
To see the young officer returning with her sister this way was more of a mystery than she could fathom. But, at Bob"s sibilant command for silence, she trustingly obeyed, and went up before him to guide the way along the darkened stairway.
At last they reached the door of their apartment.
Mary opened it, and Bob entered, walking softly. She led the way to her humble little bedroom, the one which she and Lorna shared. Bob laid the sister upon the bed, and beckoned Mary to follow him. Lorna was moving now, her hands tremulous, and she was half-moaning.
"I want my Mary. I want my Mary."
Her sister followed Burke out into the hall, which led down the steps to the street.
"Now, remember, don"t tell her about being drugged. A man at one of the tables put some knockout drops into a gla.s.s of water"--Bob was softening the blow with a little honest lying--"and I rescued her just in time. She knows nothing about it--only warn her about the company that she was in. I have learned that they are worse than worthless. I will attend to them in my own way, and in the line of my work, Miss Mary. But, as you love your sister, don"t ever let her go with those men again."
Mary"s hand was outstretched toward the young man"s, and he took it gently.
"You"ve done much for Lorna," she breathed softly, "and more for me!"
There was a sweet pressure from those soft, clasping fingers which thrilled Bob as though somehow he was burying his face in a bunch of roses--like that first one which had tapped its soft message for admission to his heart, back in the hospital.
"Good night. Don"t worry. It"s all ended well, after all."
Mary drew away her fingers reluctantly as he backed down one step.
"Good night--Bob!"
That was all. She slipped quietly inside the apartment and closed the door noiselessly behind her.
Bob slowly descended the steps; oddly enough, he felt as though it were an ascension of some sort. His life seemed to be going into higher planes, and his hopes and ambitions came fluttering into his brain like the shower of petals from some blossom-laden tree. He felt anew the spring of old dreams, and the surge of new ones.
He stumbled, unsteady in his steps, his hands trembling on the railing of the stairs, until he reached the street level. He hurried out through the hallway and closed the door behind him.
How he longed to retrace his steps for just one more word! That first tender use of his name had a wealth of meaning which stirred him more than a torrent of endearing terms.
The keen bracing air of the early spring morning thrilled him.
He hurried down the street toward the subway station, elated, exalted.
"It"s worth fighting every gangster in New York for a girl like her!"
he told himself. "I never realized how bitter all this was until it struck home to me--by striking home to some one who is loved by the girl--I love."
The trip downtown was more tiring than he had expected. The stimulus of his exciting evening was now wearing off, and Bob went direct to the station house to be handy for the duty which began early in the day.
It was not yet dawn, but the rattling milk carts, the stirring of trucks and the early stragglers of morning workers gave evidence that the sun would soon be out upon his daily travels.
The day pa.s.sed without more excitement than usual. Bob took his turn after a short nap in the dormitory room of the station house. During his relief he rested up again. When he was preparing to start out again upon patrol a letter was handed him by the captain.
"Here, Burke, a little message from your best girl, I suppose," smiled his superior.
Bob took it, and as he opened it again he felt that curious thrill which had been aroused in him by the winsome charm of Mary Barton. It was a brief note which she had mailed that morning on her way to work.
"DEAR MR. BURKE--Everything was all right after all our worry. Lorna is heartily repentant, and thinks that she had to be brought home by one of her "friends" (?). She has promised never to go with them again, and, aside from a bad headache to-day, she is no worse for her folly. Father knows nothing, and, dear soul, I feel that it is better so. I can never thank you enough. I hope to see you soon.
"Cordially, "MARY."
Bob folded the note and tucked it into his breast pocket. The captain had been watching him with shrewd interest, and presently he intercepted: "Ah, now, I guessed right. Why, Bobbie Burke, you"re even blushing like a schoolgirl over her first beau."
Burke was just a trifle resentful under the sharp look of the captain"s gray eyes; but the unmistakable friendliness of the officer"s face drove away all feeling.