CHAPTER IV
AND A WAY
Mr. Sam wasn"t taking any chances, for the next day he went to the city himself to bring Mr. d.i.c.k up. Everything was quiet that day and the day after, except that on the second day I had a difference of opinion with the house doctor and he left.
The story of the will had got out, of course, and the guests were waiting to see Mr. d.i.c.k come and take charge. I got a good bit of gossip from Miss Cobb, who had had her hair cut short after a fever and used to come out early in the morning and curl it all over her head, heating the curler on the fire log. I never smell burnt hair that I don"t think of Miss Cobb trying to do the back of her neck. She was one of our regulars, and every winter for ten years she"d read me the letters she had got from an insurance agent who"d run away with a married woman the day before the wedding. She kept them in a bundle, tied with lavender ribbon.
It was on the third day, I think, that Miss Cobb told me that Miss Patty and her father had had a quarrel the day before. She got it from one of the chambermaids. Mr. Jennings was a liver case and not pleasant at any time, but he had been worse than usual. Annie, the chambermaid, told Miss Cobb that the trouble was about settlements, and that the more Miss Patty tried to tell him it was the European custom the worse he got.
Miss Patty hadn"t come down to breakfast that day, and Mr. Moody and Senator Biggs made a wager in the Turkish bath--according to Miss Cobb--Mr. Moody betting the wedding wouldn"t come off at all.
"Of course," Miss Cobb said, wetting her finger and trying the iron to see if it was hot, "of course, Minnie, they"re not married yet, and if Father Jennings gets ugly and makes any sort of scandal it"s all off. A scandal just now would be fatal. These royalties are very touchy about other people"s reputations."
Well, I heard that often enough in the next few days.
Mr. Sam hadn"t come back by the morning of the sixth day, but he wired his wife the day before that Mr. d.i.c.k was on the way. But we met every train with a sleigh, and he didn"t come. I was uneasy, knowing Mr. d.i.c.k, and Mrs. Sam was worried, too.
By that time everybody was waiting and watching, and on the early train on the sixth day came the lawyer, a Mr. St.i.tt. Mr. Thoburn was going around with a sort of greasy smile, and if I could have poisoned him safely I"d have done it.
It had been snowing hard for a day or so, and at eleven o"clock that day I saw Miss Cobb and Mrs. Biggs coming down the path to the spring-house, Mrs. Biggs with her crocheting-bag hanging to the handle of her umbrella. I opened the door, but they wouldn"t come in.
"We won"t track up your clean floor, Minnie," Mrs. Biggs said--she was a little woman, almost fifty, who"d gone through life convinced she"d only lived so long by the care she took of herself--"but I thought I"d better come and speak to you. Please don"t irritate Mr. Biggs to-day. He"s been reading that article of Upton Sinclair"s about fasting, and hasn"t had a bite to eat since noon yesterday."
I noticed then that she looked pale. She was a nervous creature, although she could drink more spring water than any human being I ever saw, except one man, and he was a German.
Well, I promised to be careful. I"ve seen them fast before, and when a fat man starts to live on his own fat, like a bear, he gets about the same disposition.
Mrs. Biggs started back, but Miss Cobb waited a moment at the foot of the steps.
"Mr. Van Alstyne is back," she said, "but he came alone."
"Alone!" I repeated, staring at her in a sort of daze.
"Alone," she said solemnly, "and I heard him ask for Mr. Carter. It seems he started for here yesterday."
But I"d had time to get myself in hand, and if I had a chill up my spine she never knew it. As she started after Mrs. Biggs I saw Mr. Sam hurrying down the path toward the spring-house, and I knew my joint hadn"t throbbed for nothing.
Mr. Sam came in and slammed the door behind him.
"What"s this about Mr. d.i.c.k not being here?" he shouted.
"Well, he isn"t. That"s all there is to it, Mr. Van Alstyne," I said calmly. I am always calm when other people get excited. For that reason some people think my red hair is a false alarm, but they soon find out.
"But he MUST be here," said Mr. Van Alstyne. "I put him on the train myself yesterday, and waited until it started to be sure he was off."
"The only way to get Mr. Richard anywhere you want him to go," I said dryly, "is to have him nailed in a crate and labeled."
"d.a.m.ned young scamp!" said Mr. Van Alstyne, although I have a sign in the spring-house, "Profanity not allowed."
"EXACTLY what was he doing when you last laid eyes on him?" I asked.
"He was on the train--"
"Was he alone?"
"Yes."
"Sitting?"
"No, standing. What the deuce, Minnie--"
"Waving out the window to you?"
"Of course not!" exclaimed Mr. Van Alstyne testily. "He was raising the window for a girl in the next seat."
"Precisely!" I said. "Would you know the girl well enough to trace her?"
"That"s ridiculous, you know," he said trying to be polite. "Out of a thousand and one things that may have detained him--"
"Only one thing ever detains Mr. d.i.c.k, and that always detains him," I said solemnly. "That"s a girl. You"re a newcomer in the family, Mr. Van Alstyne; you don"t remember the time he went down here to the station to see his Aunt Agnes off to the city, and we found him three weeks later in Oklahoma trying to marry a widow with five children."
Mr. Van Alstyne dropped into a chair, and through force of habit I gave him a gla.s.s of spring water.
"This was a pretty girl, too," he said dismally.
I sat down on the other side of the fireplace, and it seemed to me that father"s crayon enlargement over the mantel shook its head at me.
After a minute Mr. Van Alstyne drank the water and got up.
"I"ll have to tell my wife," he said. "Who"s running the place, anyhow?
You?"
"Not--exactly," I explained, "but, of course, when anything comes up they consult me. The housekeeper is a fool, and now that the house doctor"s gone--"
"Gone! Who"s looking after the patients?"
"Well, most of them have been here before," I explained, "and I know their treatment--the kind of baths and all that."
"Oh, YOU know the treatment!" he said, eying me. "And why did the house doctor go?"
"He ordered Mr. Moody to take his spring water hot. Mr. Moody"s spring water has been ordered cold for eleven years, and I refused to change.
It was between the doctor and me, Mr. Van Alstyne."
"Oh, of course," he said, "if it was a matter of principle--" He stopped, and then something seemed to strike him. "I say," he said; "about the doctor--that"s all right, you know; lots of doctors and all that. But for heaven"s sake, Minnie, don"t discharge the cook."
Now that was queer, for it had been running in my head all morning that in the slack season it would be cheaper to get a good woman instead of the chef and let Tillie, the diet cook, make the pastry.