Having come to this half-hearted decision, he proceeded to argue himself out of it. Suppose that she received the letter, did it follow that she would reply to it? He might enclose a stamp and all that sort of thing, but he knew Nellie; she wouldn"t answer a letter--at least, not that kind of letter. She would laugh at it, and perhaps show it to her friends, who also would be vastly amused. He remembered some of them as he saw them in the cafe that day; they were given to uproarious laughter. No, he concluded, a letter was not the thing. He must see her. He must have it out with her, face to face.
So he went up in the elevator to the eleventh floor, which was the top one, got out and walked down to the sixth, where she lived. Her name was on the door plate. He read it three or four times before resolutely pressing the electric b.u.t.ton. Then he looked over his shoulder quickly, impelled by the queer feeling that some one was behind him, towering like a dark, threatening shadow. A rough hand seemed ready to close upon his shoulder to drag him back and down. But no one was there. He was alone in the little hall. And yet something was there. He could feel it, though he could not see it; something sinister that caused him to shiver. His tense fingers relaxed their grip on the revolver. Strangely the vague thing that disturbed him departed in a flash and he felt himself alone once more. It was very odd, thought he.
Rachel came to the door. She started back in surprise, aye, alarm, when she saw the little man in the big ulster. A look of consternation sprang into her black eyes.
He opened his lips to put the natural question, but paused with the words unuttered. The sound of voices in revelry came to his ears from the interior of the apartment, remote but very insistent. Men"s voices and women"s voices raised in merriment. His gaze swept the exposed portion of the hall. Packing boxes stood against the wall, piled high.
The odour of camphor came out and smote his sense of smell.
Rachel was speaking. Her voice was peculiarly hushed and the words came quickly, jerkily from her lips.
"Miss Duluth is engaged, sir. I"m sorry she will not be able to see you."
He stared uncertainly at her and beyond her.
"So she"s packing her things," he murmured, more to himself than to the servant. Rachel was silent. He saw the door closing in his face. A curious sense of power, of authority, came over him. "Hold on," he said sharply, putting his foot against the door. "You go and tell her I want to see her. It"s important--very important!"
"She has given orders, sir, not to let you----"
"Well, I"m giving a few orders myself, and I won"t stand for any back talk, do you hear? Who is the master of this place, tell me that?" He thumped his breast with his knuckles. "Step lively, now. Tell her I"m here."
He pushed his way past her and walked into what he called the "parlour," but what was to Nellie the "living-room." Here he found numerous boxes, crates, and parcels, all prepared for shipment or storage. Quite coolly he examined the tag on a large crate. The word "Reno" smote him. As he cringed he smiled a sickly smile without being conscious of the act. "Wait a minute," he called to Rachel, who was edging in an affrighted manner toward the lower end of the hall and the dining-room. "What is she doing?"
Rachel"s face brightened. He was going to be amenable to reason.
"It"s a farewell luncheon, sir. She simply can"t be disturbed. I"ll tell her you were here."
"You don"t need to tell her anything," said he, briskly. The sight of those crates and boxes had made another man of him. "I"ll announce myself. She won"t----"
"You"d better not!" cried Rachel, distractedly. "There are some men here. They will throw you out of the apartment. They"re big enough, Mr.--Mr.----"
He grinned. His fingers took a new grip on the revolver.
"Napoleon wasn"t as big as I am," he said, much to Rachel"s distress.
It sounded very mad to her. "Size isn"t everything."
"For Heaven"s sake, sir, please don"t----"
"They seem to be having a gay old time," said he, as a particularly wild burst of laughter came from the dining-room. He hesitated. "Who is out there?"
Rachel was cunning. "I don"t know the names, sir. They"re--they"re strangers to me."
At that instant the voice of Fairfax came to his ears, loudly proclaiming a health to the invalid who was going to Reno. Harvey stood there in the hall, listening to the toast. He heard it to the end, and the applause that followed. If he were to accept the diagnosis of the speaker, Nellie was repairing to Reno to be cured of an affliction that had its inception seven years before, a common malady, but not fatal if taken in time. The germ, or, more properly speaking, the parasite, unlike most bacteria, possessed but two legs, and so on and so forth.
The laughter was just dying away when Harvey--who recognised himself as the pestiferous germ alluded to--strode into the room, followed by the white-faced Rachel.
"Who was it, Rachel?" called out Nellie, from behind the enormous centrepiece of roses which obstructed her view of the unwelcome visitor.
The little man in the ulster piped up, shrilly:--
"She don"t know my name, but I guess you do, if you"ll think real hard."
There were ten at the table, flushed with wine and the exertion of hilarity. Twenty eyes were focussed on the queer, insignificant little man in the doorway. If they had not been capable of focussing them on anything a moment before, they acquired the power to do so now.
Nellie, staring blankly, arose. She wet her lips twice before speaking.
"Who let you in here?" she cried, shrilly.
One of the men pushed back his chair and came to his feet a bit unsteadily.
"What the deuce is it, Nellie?" he hiccoughed.
Nellie had her wits about her. She was very pale, but she was calm.
Instinctively she felt that trouble--even tragedy--was confronting her; the thing she had feared all along without admitting it even to herself.
"Sit down, d.i.c.k," she commanded. "Don"t get excited, any of you. It"s all right. My husband, that"s all."
The man at her right was Fairfax. He was gaping at Harvey with horror in his face. He, too, had been expecting something like this.
Involuntarily he shifted his body so that the woman on the other side, a huge creature, was partially between him and the little man in the door.
"Get him out of here!" he exclaimed. "He"s just d.a.m.ned fool enough to do something desperate if we----"
"You shut up!" barked Harvey, in a sudden access of fury. "Not a word out of you, you big bully."
"Get him out!" gasped Fairfax, holding his arm over his face. "What did I tell you? He"s crazy! Grab him, Smith! Hurry up!"
"Grab him yourself!" retorted Smith, in some haste. "He"s not gunning for me."
What there was to be afraid of in the appearance of the little ulstered man who stood there with his hands in his pockets I cannot for the life of me tell, but there was no doubt as to the consternation he produced in the midst of this erstwhile jovial crowd.
An abrupt demand of courtesy urged him to raise his hand to doff his hat in the presence of ladies. Twenty terrified eyes watched the movement as if ten lives hung on the result thereof. Half of the guests were standing, the other half too petrified to move. A husband is a thing to strike terror to the heart, believe me, no matter how trivial he may be, especially an unexpected husband.
"Go away, Harvey!" cried Nellie, placing Fairfax between herself and the intruder.
"Don"t do that!" growled the big man, sharply. "Do you suppose I want him shooting holes through me in order to get at you?"
"Is he going to shoot?" wailed one of the women, dropping the winegla.s.s she had been holding poised near her lips all this time. The tinkle of broken gla.s.s and the douche of champagne pa.s.sed unnoticed.
"For G.o.d"s sake, let me get out of here!"
"Keep your seats, ladies and gents," said Harvey, hastily, beginning to show signs of confusion. "I just dropped in to see Nellie for a few minutes. Don"t let me disturb you. She can step into the parlour, I guess. They"ll excuse you, Nellie."
"I"ll do nothing of the sort," snapped Nellie, noting the change in him. "Go away or I"ll have a policeman called."
He grinned. "Well, if you do, he"ll catch me with the goods," he said, mysteriously.
"The goods?" repeated Nellie.
"Do you want to see it?" he asked, fixing her with his eyes. As he started to withdraw his hand from his overcoat pocket, a general cry of alarm went up and there was a sudden shifting of positions.
"Don"t do that!" roared two or three of the men in a breath.