Illlllllll B 3 3E7 HE Ml rav(«naiH<' ^ i ^K* W^v "JillS > ■■ - • S^^e^i&RiiaKiiirg^ .S'O ^'hush! there is nc DouDr or that topic; the child is dead. LET THAT BE UNDERSTOOD BETWEEN US." /. J20 ]MHUoiiaircBab)> By ANNA KATHARINE GREEN Author of " THE FILIGREE BALL," "THE LEAVENWORTH CASE," Etc. A. L. BURT COMPANY, ^ fi ft ^ <♦ ,* ^ PUBLISHERS, NEW YORK Copyright 1 905 The Bobbs- Merrill Company January THE MILLIONAIRE BABY 912860 CONTENTS CHAPTER I Two Little Shoes II "A Fearsome Man" III A Charming Woman IV Chalk-Marks V The Old House in Yonkers VI Doctor Pool VII "Find the Child 1" VIII "Philo! Philo! Philo!" IX The Bungalow X Temptation XI The Secret of the Old Pavilion XII Behind the Wall XIII " We Shall Have to Begin Again " XIV Espionage XV A Phantasm XVI "An All-Conquering Beauty'* XVII In the Green Boudoir XVIII "You Look As If— As If— " XIX Frenzy XX " What Do You Know? " XXI Providence XXII On the Second Terrace XXIII A Coral Bead XXIV " Shall I Give Him My Word, Harry? XXV The Work of an Instant XXVI " He Will Never Forgive " XXVII The Final Struggle PAGE I 30 39 52 69 80 98 109 122 132 140 176 196 201 207 211 232 249 263 274 289 315 321 331 338 340 350 THE MILLIONAIRE BABY I TWO LITTLE SHOES The morning of August eighteenth, 190 — , was a memorable one to me. For two months I had had a run of bad luck. During that time I had failed to score in at least three affairs of unusual importance, and the result was a decided loss in repute as well as great financial embarrassment. As I had a mother and two sisters to support and knew but one way to do it, I was in a state of profound dis- couragement. This was before I took up the morning papers. After I had opened and read them, not a man in Xew York could boast of higher hopes or greater confidence in his power to rise by one bold stroke from threat- ened bankruptcy to immediate independence. The paragraph which had occasioned this amazing change must have passed under the eyes of many of you. It created a wide-spread 1 THE MILLIOjS'AIRE BABY exeitt?inent at -the time and raised in more than one "breast the hope of ttpeedj fortune. It was r.ttaehod to, or rather introduced, the most startling feature of the week, and it ran thus: A FOETUXE FOE A CHILD. By cable from Southampton. A reward of five thousand dollars is offered, bj Philo Ocumpaugh, to whoever will give such information as will lead to the recovery, alive or dead, of his six-vear-old daughter, Gwendolen, missing since the afternoon of Au- gust the 16th, from her home in on- the-Hudson, Xew York, H. S. A. Fifty thousand dollars additional and no questions asked if she is restored unharmed within the week to her mother at Home- wood. All communications to be addressed to Sam- uel Atwater, on-the-Hudson. A minute description of the child followed, but this did not interest me, and I did not linger over it. The child was no stranger to me. I knew her well and consequently was quite aware of her personal characteristics. It was the great amount offered for her disoor- TWO LITTLE SHOES ery and restoration which moved me so deeply. Fifty thousand dollars! A fortune for any man. More than a fortune to me, who stood in such need of ready money. I was deter- mined to win this extraordinary sum. I had my reason for hope and, in the light of this unexpectedly munificent reward, decided to waive all the considerations which had hitherto prevented me from stirring in the matter. There were other reasons less selfish which gave impetus to my resolve. I had done busi- ness for the Ocumpaughs before and been well treated in the transaction. I recognized and understood both Mr. Ocumpaugh's peculiari- ties and those of his admired and devoted wife. As man and woman they were kindly, hon- orable and devoted to many more interests than those connected with their own wealth. I also knew their hearts to be wrapped up in this child,— the sole offspring of a long and happy union, and the actual as well as pros- pective inheritor of more millions than I shall ever see thousands, unless I am fortunate enough to solve the mystery now exercising the sympathies of the whole :N'ew York public. You have all heard of this child under an- 8 THE MILLIONAIRE BABY other nama From her birth she has been known as the Millionaire Baby, being the direct heir to three fortunes, two of which she had already received. I saw her first when sli9 was three years old — a cherubic little being, lovely to look upon and possessing unusual qualities for so young a child. Indeed, her picturesque beauty and appealing ways would have attracted all eyes and won all hearts, even if she had not represented in her small per- son the wealth both of the Ocumpaugh and Rathbone families. There was an individual- ity about her, combined with sensibilities of no ordinary nature, which fully accounted for the devoted affection with w^hich she was Tini- versally regarded; and when she suddenly dis- appeared, it was easy to comprehend, if one did not share, the thrill of horror which swept from one end of our broad continent to the other. Those who knew the parents, and those who did not, suffered ar equal pang at the awful thought of this petted innocent lost in the depths of the great unknown, with only the false caresses of her abductors to com- fort her for the deprivation of all those de- lights which love and unlimited means could 4 TWO LITTLE SHOES. provide to make a child of her years supremely happy. Her father — and this was what gave the keen edge of horror to the whole occurrenoe — was in Europe when she disappeared. He had been cabled at once and his answer was the proffered reward with which I have opened this history. An accompanying despatch to his distracted wife announced his relinquish- ment of the project which had taken him abroad and his immediate return on the next steamer sailing from Southampton. As this chanced to be the fastest on the line, we had reason to expect him in six days; meanwhile — But to complete my personal recapitula- tions. When the first news of this startling abduction flashed upon my eyes from the bul- letin boards, I looked on the matter as one of too great magnitude to be dealt with by any but the metropolitan police ; but as time passed and further details of the strange and seem- ingly inexplicable affair came to light, I be- gan to feel the stirring of the detective instinct within me (did I say that I was connected with a private detective agency of some note in the metropolis?) ajid a desire, quite apart 6 THE MILLIONAIRE BABY from any mere humane interest in tlie event itself, to locate the intelligence back of such a desperate crime : an intelligence so keen that, up to the present moment, if we may trust the published accounts of the affair, not a clue had been unearthed by which its author could be traced, or the means employed for carrying off this petted object of a thousand cares. To be sure, there was a theory which elim- inated all crime from the occurrence as well as the intervention of any one in the child's fate : she might have strayed down to the river and been dro\vned. But the probabilities were so opposed to this supposition, that the police had refused to embrace it, although the mother had accepted it from the first, and up to the present moment, or so it was stated, had re- fused to consider any other. As she had some basis for this conclusion — I am still quoting the papers, you understand — I was not dis- posed to ignore it in the study I proceeded to make of the situation. The details, as I ran them over in the hurried trip I now made up the river to , were as follows: On the afternoon of Wednesday, August six- teenth, 190 — , the guests assembled i^ Mrs. 6 TWO LITTLE SHOES Ocumpaugh's white and gold music-room were suddenly thrown into confusion by the appear- ance among them of a young girl in a state of great perturbation, who, running up to the startled hostess, announced that Gwendolen, the petted darling of the house, was missing from the bungalow where she had been lying asleep, and could not be found, though a dozen men had been out on search. The wretched mother, who, as it afterward transpired, had not only given the orders by which the child had been thus removed from the excitement up at the house, but had actually been herself but a few moments before to see that the little one was well cared for and Lappy, seemed struck as by a mortal blow at these words and, uttering a heart-rending scream, ran out on the lawn. A crowd of guests rushed after her, and as they followed her flying figure across the lawn to the small copse in which lay hid- den this favored retreat, they could hear, borne back on the vrind, the vrild protests of the young nurse, that she had left the child for a minute only and then to go no farther than the bench running along the end of the bun- galow facing the house ; that she had been told 7 THE MILLIONAIRE BABY she oould sit there and listen to the music, but that she nerer Trould have left the child's side for a minute* if she had not supposed she would hear her least stir — protests which th^e m-Otiier scarcely seemed to heed, and which- were pres- entlj lost in the deep silence which fell on all. as, brought to a stand in the thici shnibberv surrounding the bungalow, thev saw the mother stagger up to the door, look in and turn to- ward them with death in her face, *^The river !'^ she gasped, **the river!'' and heedless of all attempt to stop her, heedless eiven of the efforts made by the little one's nurse to draw her attention to the nearness of a cer- tain opening in the high hedge marking off the Ocumpaugh grounds on this side, she ran down the bank in the direction of the railway, but fainted before she had more than cleared the thicket When they lifted her up, they all saw the reason for this. She had come upon a little shoe which she held with frantic clutch against her breast — her child's shoe, which, as she afterward acknowledge-d, she had loosened with her own hand on the little one's foot Of course, after this the whole hillside wbb 8 TTVO T.TTTT.K SHOES searched dowu to the- fence which separated it from the railroad track. But no furtiier trace of the missing child wa^s fouiul. nor did it ap- pear possible to any one tliat. ^lle could have straved away in this dirootion. For not only was the bank exceedingly steep and the fcue^o at its base impassable, hut a gang o{ men, work- ing as g\.xid fortune would liavo it, at such a point on thoi road Ivlow as to render it next to impossible for her to have crossed the track within a half-mile either way without being observed, had one and all declared that not one of them had seen her or any other person descend the slope. This, however, made but little inipi-et^ion on the mother. She would listen to no lunta of abduction, but. persisted in her dtvlanition that the river had sv,-aHo\ved her darling, and would neither rest nor turn lier head from it3 waters till some half a dozen men tihowt the place had been set systematically to work to drag the stream. Meanwhile, the police had Ix^en notitied and the whole town aroused. The search, which had been carried on up to this time in a fran- tic but desultory way, now became methodical. 9 THE MILLIOXAIKE BABY, "Not was it confined to the Ocumpaugli estate. All tibe roads and bjways within half a mile either way were covered by a most careful in- vestigation. All the near-by houses were en- tered, especially those which the child waa most in the habit of frequenting, but no one had seen her, nor could any trace of her pres- ence be found. At five o'clock all hope of her return was abandoned and, much against Mrs. Ocumpaugh's wish, who declared that the news of the child's death would affect her father far less than the dreadful possibilities of an ab- duction, the exact facts of the case had been cabled to Mr. Ocumpaugh. The night and another day passed, bringing but little relief to the situation. Not an eye had as yet been closed in Homewood, nor had the search ceased for an instant. Not an inch of the great estate had been overlooked, yet men could still be seen beating the bushes and peering into all the secluded spots which once had formed the charm of this delightful place. As on the land, so on the river. All the waters in the dock had been dragged, yet the work went on, some said under the very eye of Mrs. Ocumpaugh. But there was no result as yet. 10 TWO LITTLE SHOES Li the city the interest was intense. The telegraph at police headquarters had been click- ing incessantly for thirty-six hours under the direction, some said, of the superintendent himself. Everything which could be done had been done, but as yet the papers were able to report nothing beyond some vague stories of a child, with its face very much bound up, hav- ing been seen at the heels of a woman in the Grand Central Station in New York, and hints of a covered wagon, with a crying child inside, which had been driven through West- chester County at a great pace shortly before sunset on the previous day, closely followed by a buggy with the storm-apron up, though the gun shone and there was not a cloud in the sky; but nothing definite, nothing which could give hope to the distracted mother or do more than divide the attention of the police between two different but equally tenable theories. Then came the cablegram from Mr. Ocum- paugh, which threw amateur as well as pro- fessional detectives into the field. Among the latter was myself; which naturally brings me back once more to my own conclusions. Of one thing I felt sure. Very early in my THE MILLIONAIRE BABY- cogitations, before we had quitted the Park Avenue tunnel in fact, I had decided in mj own mind that if I were to succeed in locat- ing the lost heiress, it must be by subtler meth- ods than lay open to the police. I was master of such methods (in this case at least), and though one of many owning to similar hopes on this very train which was rushing me through to Homewood, I had no feeling but that of confidence in a final success. How well founded this confidence was, will presently ap- pear. The number of seedy-looking men with a mysterious air who alighted in my company at station and immediately proceeded to make their way up the steep street toward Homewood, warned me that it would soon be extremely difficult for any one to obtain access to the parties most interested in the child's loss. Had I not possessed the advantsfge of being already known to Mrs. Ocumpaugh, I should have immediately given up all hope of ever obtaining access to her presence; and even with this fact to back me, I approached the house with very little confidence in my ability to win my way through the high iron 12 TWO LITTLE SHOES gates I had so frequently passed before without difficulty. And indeed I found tbem well guarded. As I came nearer, I could see man after man being turned away, and not till my card had been handed in, and a hurried n9te to boot, did I obtain permission to pass the first boundary. Another note secured me admission to the house, but there my progress stopped. Mrs. Ocumpaugh had already been interviewed by five reporters and a special agent from the Xew York police. She could see no one else at pres- ent. If, however, my business was of impor- tance, an opportunity would be given me to see Miss Porter. Miss Porter was her companion and female factotum. As I had calculated upon having a half- dozen words with the mother herself, I was greatly thrown out by this; but going upon the principle that ^'half a loaf was better than no bread," I was about to express a desire to see Miss Porter, when an incident occurred which effectually changed my mind in this regard.^ The hall in which I was standing and which communicated with the side door by which I had entered, ended in a staircase, leading, as 13 THE MILLIONAIBE BABY I had reason to believe, to the smaller and less pretentions rooms in the rear of the house. While I hesitated what reply to give the girl awaiting my decision, I caught the sound of soft weeping from the top of this staircase, and presently beheld the figure of a young woman coming slowly down, clad in coat and hat and giving every evidence both in dress and manner of leaving for good. It was Miss Graham, a young woman who held the posi- tion of nursery-goveiTiess to the child. I had seen her before, and had no small admiration for her, and the sensations I experienced at the sight of her leaving the house where her services were apparently no longer needed, proved to me, possibly for the first time, that I had more heart in my breast than I had ever before realized. But it was not this which led me to say to the maid standing before me that I preferred to see Mrs. Ocumpaugh her- self, and would call early the next day. It was the thought that this sorrowing girl would have to pass the gauntlet of many prying eyes on her way to the station and that she might be glad of an escort whom she knew and had shown some trust in. Also, — ^but the reasons 14 TWO LITTLE SHOES behind that also will soon become sufficiently apparent I was right in supposing that mv presence on the porch outside would be a pleasing sur- prise to her. Though her tears continued to flow she accepted my proffered companionship with gratitude, and soon we were passing side by side across the lawn toward a short cut lead- ing down the bank to the small flag-station used by the family and by certain favored neighbors. As we threaded the shrubbery, which is very thick about the place, she ex- plained to me the cause of her abrupt depart- ure. The sight of her, it seems, had become insupportable to Mrs. Ocumpaugh. Though no blame could be rightfully attached to her, it was certainly true that the child had been can-ied off while in her charge, and however hard it might be for her, few could blame the mother for wishing her removed from the houae- desolated by her lack of vigilance. But she was a good girl and felt the humiliation of her departure ahnost in the light of a dis- grace. As we came again into an open portion of the lawn, she stopped short, and looked back. THE MILLIONAIRE BABY ''Oh!'' she cried, gripping me by the arm, "there is Mrs. Ocumpaugh still at the window. AU night she has stood there, except when she flew do^vn to the river at' the sound of some imaginary call from the boats. She believes^ she really believes, that they will yet come upon Gwendolen's body in the dock there." Eollowing the direction of her glance, I looked up. Was that Mrs. Ocumpaugh— that haggard, intent figure with eyes fixed in awful expectancy on the sinister group I could pic- ture to myself down at the water's edge? 'Never could I have imagined such a look on features I had always considered as cold as they were undeniably beautiful. As I took in the misery it expressed, that awful waiting for an event momently anticipated, and momently postponed, I found myself, without reason and simply in response to the force of her expres- sion, unconsciously sharing her expectation, and with a momentary forgetfulness of all the probabilities, was about to turn toward the spot upon which her glances were fixed, when a touch on my arm recalled me to myself. "Come!" whispered my trembling compan- ion. "She may look down and see us here." 16 TWO LITTLE SHOES I yielded to her persuasion and turned away into the cluster of trees that lay between us and that opening in the hedge through which our course lay. Had I been alone I should not have budged till I had seen some change- any change— in the face whose appearance had so deeply affected me. ''Mrs. Ocumpaugh certainly believes that the body of her child Hes in the water," I re- marked, as we took our way onward as rapidly as possible. ''Do you know her reasons for this?" "She says, and I think she is right so far, that the child has been bent for a long time on fishing; that she has heard her father talk repeatedly of his great luck in Canada last year and wished to try the sport for herself; that she has been forbidden to go to the river, but must have taken the first opportunity when no eye was on her to do so ; and — and Mrs. Ocumpaugh shows a bit of string which she found last night in the bushes alongside the tracks when she ran down, as I have said, at some imaginary shout from the boats— a string which she declares she saw rolled up in Gwendolen's hand when she went into the 17 THE MILLIONAIRE BABY bungalow to look at her. Of course, it may not be the same, but Mrs. Ocumpaugh thinks it is, and — '' ^'Do YOU think it possible, after all, that the child did stray down to the water ?" '^Xo," was the vehement disclaimer. "Gwen- dolen's feet were excessively tender. She could not have taken three steps in only one shoe. I should have heard her cry out." "What if she went in some one's arms ?" "A stranger's ? She had a decided instinct against strangers. 'Never could any one she did not know and like have carried her so far as that without her waking. Then those men on the track, — they would have seen her. INo, Mr. Trevitt, it was not in that direction she went" The force of her emphasis convinced me that she had an opinion of her own in regard to this matter. Was it one she was ready to im- part? "In what direction, then ?" I asked, with a gentleness I hoped would prove effective. Her impulse was toward a frank reply. I saw her lips part and her eyes take on the look which precedes a direct avowal, but, as 18 TWO LITTLE SHOES chance would have it, we came at that moment upon the thicket inclosing the bungalow, and the sight of its picturesque walls, showing brown through the verdure of the surrounding shrubbery, seemed to act as a check upon her, for, with a quick look and a certain dry ac- cent quite new in her speech, she suddenly in- quired if I did not want to see the place from which Gwendolen had disappeared. iN'aturally I answered in the affirmative and followed her as she turned aside into the cir- cular path which embraces this hidden retreat; but I had rather have heard her answer to my question, than to have gone anywhere or seen anything at that moment. Yet, when in full view of the bungalow's open door, she stopped to point out to me the nearness of the place to that opening in the hedge we had just been making for, and when she even went so far as to indicate the tangled little path by which that opening could be reached directly from the farther end of the bungalow, I con- sidered that my question had been answered, though in another way than I anticipated, even before I noted the slight flush which rose to her cheek under my earnest scrutiny. 19 THE MILLIO:tsrAIRE BABY As it is important for the exact location of the bungalow to be understood, I subjoin a diagram of this part of the grounds: . •J\]^:,\M^f^y:!^i^ <0 EMBANKMENT 0009 LAWN BITENDINO TO THE HIGHWAY. A The Ocumpaugh mansion. B The Bungalow. C Mrs. Carew'8 house. D Private path. E Gap in hedge leading to the Ocumpaugh grounds. F Gap leading into Mrs. Carew's grounds. G Bench at end ot bungalow. As I took this all in, I ventured to ask some particulars of the family living so near the Ocumpaughs. "Who occupies that house ?" I asked, point- ing to the sloping roofs and ornamental chim- 20 TWO LITTLE SHOES neys arising just beyond us over the hedge- rows. "Oh, that is Mrs. Carew's homa She is a widow and Mrs. Ociunpaugh's dearest friend How she loved Gwendolen ! How we all loved her! And now, that wretch — " She burst into tears. They were genuine ones; so was her grief. I waited till she was calm again, then I in- quired very softly: "What wretch ?" "You have not been inside," she suggested, pointing sharply to the bungalow. I took the implied rebuke and entered the door she indicated. A man was sitting within, but he rose and went out when he saw us. He wore a policeman's badge and evidently recog- nized her or possibly myself. I noted, how- ever, that he did not go fa.r from the doorway. "It is only a den," remarked Miss Graham. I looked about me. She had described it per- fectly: a place to lounge in on an August day like the present. Walls of Georgia pine across one of which hung a series of long dark rugs; a long, low window looking toward the house, and a few articles of bamboo fumitisre d»- 81 THE millio:n'aiee baby scribe the place. Among the latter was a couch. It was drawn up underneath the win- dow, on the other side of which ran the bench where my companion declared she had beexx oit- ting while listening to the music. "Wouldn't you think my attention would have been caught by the sound of any one moving about here?" she cried, pointing to the couch and then to the window. "But the window was closed and the door, as you see, is round the corner from the bench." "A person with a very stealthy step, appar- ently." "Very," she admitted. "Oh, how can I ever forgive myself! how can I ever, ever forgive myself!" As she stood wringing her hands in sight of that empty couch, I cast a scrutinizing glance about me, which led me to remark: "This interior looks new; much newer than the outside. It has quite a modern air." "Yes, the bungalow is old, very old ; but this room, or den, or whatever you might call it, was all remodeled and fitted up as you see it now when the new house went up. It had long been abandoned as a place of retreat, and bad 22 TWO LITTLE SHOES fallen into such decay that it was a perfect' eyesore to all who saw it. Xow it is likely to be abandoned again, and for what a reason ! Oh, the dreadful place! How I hate it, now Gwendolen is gone I" ^'One moment I notice another thing. This room does not occupy the whole of the bungalow.'' Either she did not hear me or thought it unnecessary to reply; and perceiving that her grief had now given way to an impatience to be gone, I did not press the matter, but led the way myself to the door. As we entered the little path which runs directly to that out- let in the hedge marked E, I ventured to speak again: '*You have reasons, or so it appears, for be- lieving that the child was carried off through this very path ?" The reply was impetuous: "How else could she have been spirited away 90 quickly ? Besides, — " here her eye stole back at me over her shoulder, — "I have since remembered that as I ran out of the bungalow in my fright at finding the child gone, I heard the sound of wheels on Mrs. Carew's driveway. 23 THE MILLIONAIRE BABY It did not mean much to me then, for I ex- pected to find the child somewhere about the grounds; but now^ when I come to thini:, it means everything, for a child's cry mingled with it (or I imagined that it did) and that child— '^ ''But," I forcibly interposed, "the police should know this." 'They do; and so does Mrs. Ocumpaugh ; but she has only the one idea, and nothing can move her." I remembered the wagon ^dth the crying child inside which had been seen on the roads the previous evening, and my heart fell a little in spite of myself. "Couldn't Mrs. Carew tell us something about this ?" I asked, with a gesture toward the house we were now passing. "J^o. Mrs. Carew went to Xew York that morning and had only just returned when we missed Gwendolen. She had been "for her lit- tle nephew, who has lately been made an or- phan, and she was too busy making him feel at home to notice if a carriage had passed through her grounds." "Her servants then?" 24 wmn TWO LITTLE SHOES ^'She had none. All had been sent away. The house was quite empty." I thought this rather odd, but having at this moment reached the long flight of steps lead- ing down the embankment, I made no reply till we reached the foot. Then I observed: "I thought Mrs. Carew was very intimate with Mrs. Ocumpaugh." ^'She is ; they are more like sisters than mere friends." "Yet she goes to New York the very day her friend gives a musicale." '*0h, she had good reasons for that Mrs. Carew is planning to sail this week for Europe, and this was her only opportunity for getting her little nephew, who is to go with her. But I don't know as she will sail, now. She is wild with grief over Gwendolen's loss, and will not feel like leaving Mrs. Ocumpaugh till she knows whether we shall ever see the dear child again. But, I shall miss my train." Here her step visibly hastened. As it was really very nearly due, I had not the heart to detain her. But as I followed in her wake I noticed that for all her hurry a curious hesitancy crept into her step at times, 25 THE MILLIOKAIEE BABY and I should not have been surprised at any moment to see her stop and confront me on one of the two remaining long flights of steps leading down the steep hillside. But we both reached the base without her having yielded to this impulse, and presently we found ourselves in full view of the river and the small flag-station located but a few rods away toward the left. As we turned to- ward the latter, we both cast an involuntary look back at the Ocumpaugh dock, Avhere a dozen men could be seen at work dragging the river-bed with grappling irons. It made a sadly suggestive picture, and the young girl at my side shuddered violently as we noted the expression of morbid curiosity on the faces of such onlookers, men and women, as were drawn up at the end of the small point on which the boat-house stood. But I had another reason than this for urg- ing her on. I had noticed how, at the sight of her slight figure descending the slope, some half-dozen men or so had separated themselves from this group, with every appearance of intending to waylay and question her. She noticed this too, and drawing up more 26 TWO LITTLE SHOES closely to mj side, exclaimed with marked feeling : '^Save me from these men and I will tell jou something that no one — '' But here she stopped, here our xerj thoughts stopped. A shout had risen from the group at the water-edge; a shout which made us both turn, and even caused the men who had started to follow us to wheel about and rush back to the dock with every appearance of intense ex- citement ''What is it? What can it be?" faltered my greatly-alarmed companion. "They have found something. See! what is that the man in the boat is holding up? It looks like—" But she was already half-way to the point, outstripping the very men whose importunities she had shiTink from a moment before. I was not far behind her, and almost immediately we found ourselves wedged among the agitated group leaning over the little object which had been tossed ashore into the first hand out- stret^ched to receive it. It was a second little shoe — filled with sand and dripping with water, but recognizable as 27 THE MILLIONAIRE BABY similar to the one already found on the pre- ceding daj high up on the bank. As this fact was borne in on us all, a groan of pity broke from more than one pair of lips, and eye after eye stole up the hillside to that far window in the great pile above us where the mother's form 'could be dimly discerned swaying in an agi- tation caught from our own excitement. But there was one amongst us whose glance never left that little shoe. The train she had been so anxious to take whistled and went thimdering by, but she never moved or no- ticed. Suddenly she reached out her hand. "Let me see it, please," she entreated. "I was her nurse; let me take it in my hand." The man who held it passed it over. She examined it long and closely. "Yes, it is hers," said she. But in another moment she had laid it down with what I thought was a very peculiar look. Instantly it was caught up and carried with a rush up the slope to where Mrs. Ocumpaugh could be seen awaiting it with out«;tretched arms. But I did not linger to mark her re- ception of it. Miss Graham had drawn me to one side and was whispering in my ear: TWO LITTLE SHOES "I must talk to you. I can not keep back another moment what I think or what I feel. Some one is playing with Mrs. Ocumpaugh's fears. That shoe is Gwendolen's, but it is not the mate of the one found on the bank above. That was for the left foot and so is this one. Did you not notice V^ 29 n "a feaesome man " Tlie effect of tbis statement -apon me was greater than even she had contemplated. "You thoug'ht the child had been stolen for the reward she would bring?'' she continued. *'She was not; she was taken out of pure hate, and that is why I suffer so. What may they not do to her ! In what hole hide her ! My darling, O my darling!" She was going off into hysterics, but the look and touch I gave her recalled her to herself. "We need to be calm," I urged. "You, be- cause you have something of importance to im- part, and I, because of the action I raust take as soon as the facts you have concealed be- come known to me. What gives you such con- fidence in this belief, which I am sure is not shared by the police, and who is the some one who, as you say, is playing upon Mrs. Ocum- paugh's fears? A short time ago it was as the wretch you spoke of him. Are not some 30 "A FEARSOME MAK '' one and the wretch one and the same person, and can you not give him now a name?" We had been moving all this time in the di- rection of the station and had now reached the foot of the platform. Pausing, she cast a last look up the bank. The trees were thick and hid from our view the Ocumpaugh mansion, but in imagination she beheld the mother moaning over that little shoe. "I shall never return there," she muttered; "why do I hesitate so to speak!" Then in a burst, as I watched her in growing excitement: «S}ie — Mrs. Ocumpaugh — ^begged me not to tell what she believed had nothing to do with our Gwendolen's loss. But I can not keep silence. This proof of a conspiracy against herself cer- tainly relieves me from any promise I may have made her. Mr. Trevitt, I am positive that I know who carried off Gwendolen." This was becoming interesting, intensely in- teresting to me. Glancing about and noting that the group down at the water-edge had be- come absorbed again in renewed efforts toward further discoveries, I beckoned her to follow me into the station. It was but a step, but it gave me time to think. What was I enoour- 31 THE MILLION AIEE BABY aging this young girl to do? To reveal to me. who had no claim upon her but that of friend- ship, a secret which had not been given to the police ? True, it might not be worth much, but it was also true that it might he worth a great deal. Did she know how much ? I wanted money — few wanted it more — but I felt that I could not listen to her story till I had fairly settled this point. I therefore hastened to inter- pose a remark : "Miss Graham, you are good enough to offer to reveal some fact hitherto concealed. Do you do this because you have no closer friend than myself, or because you do not know what such knowledge may be worth to the person you give it to — in money, I mean?'' "In money? I am not thinking of money," was her amazed reply; "I am thinking of Gwendolen." "I understand, but you should think of the practical results as well. Have you not heard of the enormous reward offered by !Mr. Ocum- paugh V "1^0 ; I—" "Five thousand dollars for information ; and fifty thousand to the one who will bring her Z2 "A rEARSO:\IE MA^^ " back within the week nnhamied. Mr. Ocum- pangh cabled to that effect yesterday." ^'It is a large sum," she faltered, and for a moment she hesitated. Then, with a sweet and candid look which sank deep into raj heart, she added gravely: ^'T had rather not think of money in connection with Gwendolen. If what I have to tell leads to her recovery, you can be triLsted, I know, to do what is right toward me. 1\Lt. Trevitt, the man who stole her from her couch and carried her away through Mrs. Ca- reVs grounds in a wagon or otherwise, is a long-haired, heavily whiskered man of sixty or more years of age. His face is deeply wrinkled, but chiefly marked by a long scar running down between his eyebrows, which are so shaggy that they would quite hide his eyes if they were not lit up with an extraordinary expression of reso- lution, carried almost to the point of frenzy; a fearsome man, making your heart stand still when he pauses to speak to you." Startled as I had seldom been, for reasons which will hereafter appear, I surveyed her ^*n mingled wonder and satisfaction. ^^His name ?" I demanded. ^'I do not know his name." 33 THE MILLIOIS^AIRE BABY Again I stopped to look at her. ''Does Mrs. Ocumpaugh V^ "I do not think so. She only knows what I told her." "And what did you tell her?" "Ah ! who are these ?" Two or three persons had entered the station, probably to wait for the next train. "IvTo one who will molest you." But she was not content till we had with- dra^vn to where the time-table hung up on the opposite wall. Turning about as if to consult it, she told the following story. I never see a time- table now but I think of her expression as she stood there looking up as if her mind were fixed on what she probably did not see at alL "Last Wednesday — no, it was on the Wed- nesday preceding — I was taking a ride with Gwendolen on one of the side roads branching off toward Eordham. We were in her own little pony cart, and as we seldom rode together like this, she had been chattering about a hundred things till her eyes danced in her head and she looked as lovely as I had ever seen her. Bui suddenly, just as we were about to cross a small wooden bridge, I saw her turn pale and her 34 "A FEARSOME MAN '' whole sensitive form quiver. 'Some one I don't like/ she cried. 'There is some one about whom I don't like. Drive on, Ellie, drive on.' But before I could gather up the reins a figure which I had not noticed before stepped from behind a tree at the farther end of the bridge, and advancing into the middle of the road with arms thrown out, stopped our advance. I have told you how he looked, but I can give you no idea of the passionate fury lighting up his eyes, or the fiery dignity vrith which he held his place and kept us subdued to his wdll till he had looked the shrinking child all over, and laughed, not as a madman laughs, oh, much too slow and ironically for that I but like one who takes an unholy ple'asure in mocking the happy present w^th evil prophecy. Xothing that I can say will make you see him as I saw him in that ©ne in- stant, and though there was much in the cir- cumstance to cause fear, I think it was more awe than fright we felt, so commanding was his whole appearance and so forcible the assurance with which he held us there till he was ready to move. Gwendolen cried out, but the im- ploring sound had no effect upon him; it only reawakened his mirth and led him to say, in 35 THE MILLIOiSTAIRE BABY a clear, cold, mocking tone which I hear yet, 'Cry out, little one, for your short day is nearly over. Silks and feathers and carriages and servants will soon be a half-forgotten memory to you; and right it is that it should be so. Ten days, little one, only ten days more.' And w^th that he moved, and, slipping aside behind the tree, allowed us to drive on. Mr. Trevitt, yesterday saw the end of those ten days, and where is she now ? Only that man knows. He is one man in a thousand. Can not you find himT She turned; a train was coming, a train which it was very evident she felt it her duty to take. I had no right to detain her, but I found time for a question or two. "And you told Mrs. Ocumpaugh this ?" "The moment we arrived home." "And she? What did she think of it?" "Mrs. Ocumpaugh is not a talkative woman. She grew very white and clasped the child pas- sionately in her arms. But the next minute she had to all appearance dismissed the whole oc- currence from her thoughts. 'Some socialistic fanatic,' she" called him and merely advised me to stop driving with Gwendolen for the present." 36 ^^A FEARSOME MAN " "Didn't YOU recall the matter to her when you found the child missing?" "Yes; but then she appeared to regard it in a superstitious way only. It was a warning of death, she said, and the man an irresponsible clairvoyant. When I tried to urge my ovm idea upon her and describe how I thought he might have obtained access to the bungalow and carried her ojff, while still asleep, to some vehicle awaiting them in Mrs. Carew's grounds, she only re^Duked me for my folly and bade me keep still about the whole occurrence, saying that I should only be getting some poor half- demented old wretch into trouble for some- thing for which he was not in the least respon- sible." "A very considerate woman," I remarked; to which Miss Graham made reply as the train came storming up ; "Xobody knoAVS how considerate, even if she has dismissed me rather suddenly from her service. Don't let that \\a'etch" — again she used the word — "deceive her or you into thinking that the little one perished in the water. Gwen- dolen is alive, I say. Find him and you will find her. I sa^ his resolution in his eye." 37 ^- y THE aiillio:n^aike baby Here she made a rush for the cars, and I had time only to get her future address before the train started and all further opportunity of conversation between us was over for that day. I remained behind because I was by no means through with my investigations. What she had told me only convinced me of the necessity I had already recognized of making myself mas- ter of all that could be learned at Homewood before undertaking the very serious business of locating the child or even the aged man just described- to me, and who I was now sure had been the chief, if not the sole, instrument in her abduction. 98 in A CHAEMING WOMAN Stopping only long enough to send a tele- gram to my partner in New York, (for which purpose I had to walk along the tracks to the main station) I returned by the short cut to Homewood. My purpose in doing this was twofold. I should have a chance of seeing if the men were still at work in the river, and I should also have the added opportunity of quietly revisiting the bungalow, on the floor of which I had noted some chalk-marks, which I felt called for a closer examination than I had given them. As I came in view of the dock, I saw that the men were still busy, but at a point farther out in the river, as if all hope had been abandoned of their discovering any- thing more inshore. But the chalk-marks in the bungalow were almost forgotten by me in the interest I experienced in a certain adventure which befell me on my way there. I had just reached the opening in the hedge 39 THE millio:n^aire baby communicating with Mrs. Carew's grounds, when I heard steps on the walk inside and a woman's rich voice saying: "There, that will do. You must play on the other side of the house, Harry. And Dinah, see that he does so, and that he does not cross the hall again till I come back. The sight of so merry a child might kill Mrs. Ocumpaugh if she happened to look this way." Moved by the tone, which was one in a thou- sand, I involuntarily peered through the outlet I was passing, in the hope of catching a glimpse of its owner, and thus was favored with the sight of a face which instantly fixed itself in my memory as one of the most enchanting I had ever encountered. ISTot from its beauty, yet it may have been beautiful ; nor from its youth, for the woman before me was not youthful, but from the extraordinary eloquence of its expression caught at a rare moment when the heart., which gave it life, was full. She was standing half-way down the path, throwing kisses to a little boy who was leaning toward her from an upper window. The child was laughing Tvdth glee, and it was this laugh she was trying to check; but her countenanr^, aa 40 A CHARMI^^G WO]\rAIs^ she made the effort, was almost as merrv as his, and vet was filled with such solenm joy — such ecstasy of motherhood I should be inclined to call it, if I had not been conscious that this must be Mrs. Carew and the child her little nephew — that in my admiration for this exhibition of pure feeling, I forgot to move on as she ad- vanced into the hedge-row, and so we came face to face. The result was as extraordinary to me as all the rest. Instantly all the gay aban- donment left her features, and she showed me a grave, almost troubled, countenance, more in keeping with her severe dress, which was as nearly like mourning as it could be and not be made of crape. It was such a sudden change and of so com- plete a character, that I was thrown off my STiard for a moment and probably betrayed the curiosity I undoubtedly felt; for she paused as she reached me. and, surveying me very quietly but very scrutinizingly too, raised again that marvelous voice of hers and pointedly observed : ^'This is a private path, sir. Only the friends of Mrs. Ocumpaugh or of myself pass here.'' This was a s}>eech calculated to restore my self-possession. With a bow which evidently 41 THE MILLIONAIRE BABY surprised her, I answered with just enough re- spect to temper my apparent presumption: ^'I am here in the interests of Mrs. Ocum- paugh, to assist her in finding her child. Mo- ments are precious; so I ventured to approach by the shorter way.'' ^Tardon me!" The words did not come in- stantly, but after some hesitation, during which she kept her eyes on my face in a way to rob me of all thought save that she possessed a very strong magnetic quality, to which it were well for a man like myseK to yield. ^'You will be my friend, too, if you succeed in restoring Gwendolen." Then quickly, as she crossed to the Ocumpaugh grounds : "You do not look like a member of the police. Are you here at Mrs. Ocumpaugh's bidding, and has she at last given up all expectation of finding her child in the river ?" I, too, thought a minute before answering, then I put on my most candid expression, for was not this woman on her way to Mi-s. Ocum- paugh, and would she not be likely to repeat what she heard me say ? "I do not know how Mrs. Ocumpaugh feels at present But I know what her dearest wish 42 A CHARMING WOMAN is — to see her cliild again alive and well. That wish I shall do my best to gratify. It is true that I am not a police detective, but I have an agency of my own, well-known to both Mrs. and Mr. Ocumpaugh. All its resources will be de- voted to this business and I hope to succeed, madam. If, as I suspect, you are on your way to Mrs. Ocumpaugh, please tell her that Eobert Trevitt, of Trevitt and Jupp, hopes to succeed.'^ "I will/' she emphasized. Then stepping back to me in all the grace of her thrilling personality, she eagerly added: ''If there is any information I can give, do not be afraid to ask me. I love children, and would give anything in the world to see Mrs. Ocumpaugh as happy with Gwendolen again as I am with my little nephew. Are you quite sure that there is any possibility of this? I was told that the child's shoe has been found in the river; but almost immediately following this information came the report that there was something odd about this shoe, and that Mi's. Ocumpaugh had gone into hysterics. Do you know what they meant by that ? I was just going over to see." I did know what they meant, but I preferred to seem ignorant. 43 THE MILLION AIEE BAEY "I have not seen Mrs. Ocumpaugh," I eva- sively rejoined. ^'But I don't look for the child to be drawn from the water." *'Xor I/'' she repeated, with a hoarse catch in her breath. "It is thirty-six hours since we lost her. Time enough for the current to have carried her sweet little body far away from here/*' I surveyed the lady before me in amazement "Then you think she strayed down to the water V "Yes; it would madden me to believe other- wise; loving her so well, and her parents so well, I dare not think of a worse fate.'' Taking advantage of her amiability and the unexpected opportunity it offered for a leading question, I hereupon ventured to say: ^^You were not at home, I hear, when she vanished from the bungalow." "]^o; that is, if it happened before three o'clock. I arrived from the station just as the clock was striking the hour, and having my little nephew vdth me, I was too much occupied in reconciling him to his new home, to hear or see anything outside. ]\Iost unfortunate I" she mourned, "most unfortunate ! I shall never cease 44 A CHAKMmG woma:n" reproaching myself. A tragedy at my dooi'''— here slie glanced across tlie shrubbery at the bungalow— "and I occupied with my own af- fairs!'' With a flush, the undoubted result of her ovai earnestness, she turned as if to go. But I could not let her depart without another question : ''Excuse me, 'Mrs. Carew, but you gave me permission to seem importunate. With tlie ex- ception of her nurse, you were the one person nearest tlie bungalow at the time. Didn't you hear a carriage drive through your grounds at about the hour the alarm was first started ? I know you have been asked this before, but not by me ; and it is a very important fact U) have settled: very important for those who wish to discover this child at once." For reply she gave me a look of veiy honest amazement ''Of course I did," she replied. "I came in a cai*riage myself from the station and nat- urally heard it drive away." At her look, at her word, the thread which I had seized with such avidity seemed to slip from my nngei-s. Had little Miss Graham's theory no better foundation than this? and 45 THE MILLIO:^AIRE BABY were the wheels she heard only those of Mrs. Carew^s departing carriage ? I resolved to press the matter even if I ran the risk of displeasing her. "Mrs. Carew — for it must be Mrs. Carew I am addressing — did your little nephew cry when you first brought him to the house ?" ''I think he did," she admitted slowly; "I think he did." I must have given evidence of the sudden discouragement this brought me, for her lips parted and her whole frame trembled with sud- den earnestness. ^*Did you think — did any one think — that those cries came from Gwendolen ? That she was carried out through my grounds ? Could any one have thought that?" 'T! have been told that the nursery-governess did." "Little Miss Graham ? Poor girl ! she is but defending herself from despair. She is ready to believe everything but that the child is dead." Was it so ? Was I following the false light of a will-o'-the-wisp? Iso, no; the strange co- incidence of the threat made on the bridge with the disappearance of the child on the day 46 A CHARMING WOMAN named, was at least real. Tlie thread liad not altogether escaped from my hands. It was less tangible, but it was still there. "You may be right/' I acquiesced, for I saw that her theories were entirely opposed to those of Miss Graham. "But we must try everything, everythijig/' I was about to ask whether she had ever seen in the adjoining grounds, or on the roads about, an old man with long hair and a remarkable scar running do^vn between his eyebrows, when a young girl in the cap and apron of a maid- servant came running through the shrubbery from the Ocumpaugh house, and, seeing Mrs. Carew, panted out: "Oh, do come over to the house, Mrs. Carew. Mrs. Ocumpaugh has been told that the two shoes which have been found, one on the bank and the other in the river, are not mates, and it has quite distracted her. She has gone to her room and will let no one else in. We can hear her moaning and crying, but we can do nothing. Perhaps she will see you. She called for you, I know, before she shut her door.'' "I will go." Mrs. Carew had turned quite pale, and from standing upright in the road, 47 THE MILLIOXAIEE BABY Lad moved so as to gain support from one of the hedges. I expected to see her turn and go as soon as her trembling fit was over, but she did not, though she waved the girl away as if she in- tended to follow her. Had I not learned to dis- trust my o^\TL impression of people's motives from their manners and conduct, I should have said that she was waiting for me to precede her. "Two shoes and not mates!" she finally ex- claimed. "What does she mean ?" "Simply that another shoe has been drawTi up from the river-bottom which does not mate the one picked up near the bungalow. Both are for the left foot." "Ah !" gasped this sympathetic woman. "And what inference can we draw from tliat ?" I should not have answered her; but the command in her eyes or the thrilling effect of her manner compelled me, and I spoke the truth at once, just as I might have done to Mrs. Ocumpaugh, or, better still, to Mr. Ocumpaugh, if either had insisted. "But one," said I. "There is a conspiracy on the part of one or more persons to delude Mrs. Ocumpaugh into believing the child dead. 48 A CHAE^jixG woma:; They blundered over it, but thev cr.me very near sncceedinir."' ''Who blundered, and Avhat is the meaning of the conspiracy you hint at ? Tell me. Tell me Trhat such men as you thini." Her plastic features had again sho^^m a change. She Tvas all anxiety no^; cheeks burn- ing, eyes blazing— a very beautiful woman. ''We think that the case looks serious. We think from the veiy mystery it displays, that there is a keen intelligence back of this crime. I can not go any further than that The af- fair is as yet too obscure." "You amaze me!" she faltered, making an effort to collect her thoughts. "1 have always thought, just as Mi-s. Ocumpaugh has, tliat the child had somehow found her way to the water and was drowned. But if all this is true we shall have to face a worse evil. A conspiracy against such a tender little being as that ! A conspiracy, and for what ? Xot to extort money, or why these blimdering efforts to make the child appear dead ?" She was the same sympathetic woman, agi- tated by real feeling as before, yet at this mo- ment — I do not understand now just why I 49 THE MILLIOXAIEE BABY became aware of an inner movement of caution against too great a display of candor on mj ovm part "Madam, it is all a mystery at present. I am sure tliat the police ^^dll tell you the same. But another day may bring developments." "Let us hope so!" Vas her ardent reply, accompanied by a gesture, the freedom of which suited her style and person as it would not have done those of a less impressionable woman. And, seeing that I had no intention of leaving the spot where I stood, she moved at last from where she held herself upright against the hedge, and entered the Ocumpaugh grounds. "Will you call in to see me to-morrow?" she asked, pausing to look back at a turn in the path. '^I shall not sleep to-night for thinking of those possible developments." "Since you permit me," I returned ; "that is, if I am still here. Affairs may call me away at any moment." "Yes, and so with me. Affairs may call me away also. I was to sail on Saturday for Liverpool. Only Mrs. Ocumpaugh's distress de- tains me. If the situation lightens, if we hear any good news to-night, or even early to-morrow, 60 A CHARMING WOMAN I shall continue my preparations, whicb will take me again to Xew York.'' "I will call if you are at home.'' She gave me a slight nod and vanished. Why did I stand a good tliree minutes where she had left me, thinking, but not getting any- thing from my thoughts, save that I was glad that I had not been betrayed into speaking of the old man Miss Graham had met on the bridge ? Yet it might have been well, after all, if I had done so, if only to discover whether Mrs. Ocumpaugh had confided this occurrence to her most intimate friend. 51 IV CHALK-MAEKS My next move was toward the bungalow. Those chalk-marks still struck me as be- ing worthy of investigation, and not only they, but the bungalow itself. That certainly merited a much closer inspection than I had been able to give it under Miss Graham's eye. It was not quite a new place to me, nor was I so ignorant of its history (and it had a his- tory) as I had appeared to be in my conversa- tion with Miss Graham. Originally it had been a stabling place for horses; and tradition said that it had once harbored for a week the horse of General Washington. This was VN'hen the house on the knoll above had been the seat oud home of one of our most famous Eevoluti on a ry generals. Later, as the trees grew up aroiuid this building, it attracted the attention of a new owner, William Ocumpaugh, the first of that name to inhabit Homewood, and he, be- ing a man of reserved manners and very stu- 52 CHALK-MAEKS dious liabits, turned it into T:hat we would now call, as Miss Graham did, a den, but which he styled a pavilion, and used as a sort of study or reading-room. His son, who inherited it, Judge Philo Ocujupaugh, grandfather of the present Philo, was as studious as his father, but preferred to read and write in the quaint old library up at the house, famous for its wide glass doors opening on to the lawn, and its magnificent view of the Hudson. His desk, which many remember (it has a place in the present house, I believe), was so located that for forty years or more he had this prospect ever before him, a prospect which included the sight of his own. pavilion, around which, for no cause appar- ent to his contemporaries, he had caused a high wall to be built, effectually shutting in both trees and building. This wall has since been removed; but I have often heard it spoken of, and always with a certain air of mystery; possibly be- cause, as I have said, there seemed no good reason for its erection, the place holding no treasure and the gate standing always open; possibly because of its having been painted, 63 THE MILLIOXAIEE BABY in defiance of all harmony with everything about the place, a dazzling white; and possi- bly because it had not been raised till after the death of the judge's first ^vife, who, some have said, breathed her last within the pre- cincts it inclosed. However that may be, there seems to be no doubt that this place exerted, very likely against his will, for he never visited it, a singular fascination over the secretive mind of this same upright but strangely taciturn ancestor of the Ocumpaughs. For during the forty years in which he wrote and read at this desk, the shutters guarding the door over- looking those decaying walls were never d^a^'.'n to, or so the tradition runs; and when he died, it was found that, by a clause in his will, this pavilion, hut or bungalow, all of which names it bore at different stages of its existence, was recommended to the notice of his heirs as an object which they were at lib- erty to leave in its present forsaken condition, though he did not exact this, but which waa never, under any circumstances or to serve any purpose, to be removed from its present site, or even to suffer any demolition save such as 54 CHALK-MARKS came with time and the natural round of the seasons, to whose tender mercies he advised it to be left. In other words, it was to stand, and to stand unmolested, till it fell of its o\^tl accord, or was struck to the earth by light- ning — a tragic alternative in the judgment of those who knew it for a structure of com- parative insignificance, and one which, in the minds of many, and perhaps I may say in my own, appeared to point to some serious and unrevealed cause not unlinked with the almost forgotten death of that young wife to which I have just alluded. This was years ago, far back in the fifties, and his son, who was a minor at his death, grew up and assumed his natural proprietor- ship. The hut — it was nothing but a hut now — ^had remained untouched — a ruin no longer habitable. The spirit, as well as the letter, of that particular clause in his father's will had so far been literally obeyed. Tlie walls being of stone, had withstood decay, and still rose straight and firm; but the roof had begun to sag, and whatever of woodwork yet remained about it had rotted and fallen away, till the building was little more than a skeleton, with 55 THE MILLIO:XAIKE BABY hales for its windows and an open gap foi- ita door. As for the surrounding wall, it no longer stood out, an incongruous landmark, from its background of trees and shrubbery. Young shoots had started up and old branches devel- oped till brick and paint alike were almost concealed from view by a fresh girdle of gi^eenery. And now comes the second mystery. Sometime after this latter Ocumpaugh had attained his majority — his name was Edwin, and he was, as you already imagine, the fa- ther of the present Philo — he made an at- tempt; — a daring one it was aftervsard called — to brighten this neglected spot and restore it to some sort, of use, by giving a supper to his friends wdthin its broken-down w^alls. This supper was no orgy, nor were the pro- prieties in any way transgTcssed by so hanr- less a festivity; yet from this night a singnihr change was observed in this man. Pleasure no longer chanmed him, and instead of repeat- ing the experiment I have just described, he speedily evinced such an antipathy to the scene of his late revel that only from the greatest 56 tm CHALK-MAKKS necessity would he ever again visit that pan of the grounds. What did it mean ? ^Vhat had occurred on that night of innocent enjoyment to disturb or alarm him ? Had some note in his own con- science been struck by an act which, in his cooler moments, he may have looked upon as a species of sacrilege? Or had some whisper from the past reached him amid the feasting, the laughing and the jesting, to render these old walls henceforth intolerable to him? He never said, but whatever the cause of this sud- den aversion, the effect was deep and promised to be lasting. For, one morning, not long after this event, a party of workmen was seen leaving these gTounds at daybreak, and soon it was noised about that a massive brick par- tition had been put up across the interior of this same pavilion, completely shutting off, for no reason that any one could see, some ten feet of what had been one long and undivided room. It was a strange act enough; but when, a few days later, it w^as followed by one equally mysterious, and they saw the encircling wall which had been so carefully raised by Judge 67 THE MILLION AIK£ BABY Octunpaugli ruthlessly pulled down, and every sign of its former presence there destroyed, wonder filled the highway and the curiosity of neighbors and friends passed all bounds. But no explanations were volunteered then or ever. People might query and peer, but they learned nothing. What was left open to view told no tales beyond the old one, and as for the single window which was the sole opening into the shut-off space, it was then, as now, so completely blocked up by a net- work of closely impacted vines, that it of- fered little more encouragement than the wall itself to the eyes of such curiosity- mongers as crept in by way of the hedge-rowa to steal a look at the hut, and if possible gain a glimpse of an interior which had suddenly ac- quired, by the very means taken to shut it off from every human eye, a new importance point- ing very decidedly toward the tragic. But soon even this semblance of interest died out or was confined to strange tales whispered under breath on weird nights at neighboring firesides, and the old neglect prevailed once mora The whole place — new brick and old stone — seemed doomed to a common fate under 58 CHALK-MAKKS the hand of time, when the present Philo Ocum- pangh, succeeding to the property, brought new wealth and business enterprise into the family, and the old house on the hill was replaced hy the marble turrets of Homewood, and this hut— or rather the portion open to improvementr— was restored to some sort of comfort, and re- christened the bungalow. TVas fate to be appeased by this effort at for- getfulness? Xo. In emulation of the long abandoned portion so hopelessly cut off by that dividing wall, this brightly-furnished adjunct to the great house had linked itself in the minds of men to a new mystery— the mystery which I had come there to solve, if wit and patience could do it, aided by my supposedly unshared knowledge of a fact connecting me with this family's history in a way it little dreamed of. ]N^aturally, my first look was at the building itself. I have described its location and the room from which the child was lost Wbat I wanted to see now, after studying those chalk- marks, was whether that partition which had been put in, was as impassable as was supposed. The policeman on guard baving strolled a few 59 THE MILLIO]S"AIKE BABY feet away, I approached the open doorway with* out hindrance, and at once took that close look I had promised myself, of the marks which I had observed scrawled broadly across the floor just inside the threshold. They were as interest- ing and fully as important as I had anticipated. Though nearly obliterated by the passing of the policeman's feet across them, I was still enabled to read the one w^ord which appeared to me significant If you TV-ill glance at the following reproduc- tion of a snap-shot which I took of this scrawl, you will see what I mean. ^(/5l^ /G /-^ The significant character was the 16. Taken with the "ust," there could be no doubt that the whole writing had been a record of the date on which the child had disappeared: August 16, 190—. This in itself was of small consequence if the handwriting had not possessed those marked peculiarities which I believed belonged to but on? man — a man I had once known — a man of ^0 CHALK-MAKKS reverend aspect, upright carriage and a strong distinguishing mark, like an old-time scar, run- ning straight down between his eyebrows. This had been mj thought when I first saw it It was doubly so on seeing it again after the doubts expressed by Miss Graham of a threatening old man who possessed similar characteristics. Satisfied on this point, I turned my atten- tion to what still more seriously occupied it The three or four long rugs, which hung from the ceiling across the whole wall at my left, evi- dently c^'ucealed the mysterious partition put up in Mr. Ocumpaugh's father's time directly across this portion of the room. Was it a totally unbroken partition \ I had been told so ; but I never accept such assertions without a personal investigation. Casting a glance through the doorway and seeing that it would take my dreaming friend, the policeman, some two or three minutes yet to find his way back to his post, I hastily lifted these rugs aside, one after the other, and took a look behind them. A stretch of Georgia pine, laid, as I readily discovered by more than one rap of my knuckles, directly over the bricks it was intended to conceal, was visible under each ; 61 THE MILLION-AIRE BABY from end to end a plain partition with no in- dications of its having been tampered with since the alterations were first made. Dismissing from my mind one of those vague possibilities, which add such interest to the call- ing of a detective, I left the place, with my full thought concentrated on the definite clue I had received from the chalk-marks. But I had not walked far before I met with a surprise which possibly possessed a signifi- cance equal to anything I had already observed, if only I could have fully understood it On the path into which I now entered, I en- countered again the figaire of Mrs. Carew. Her face was turned full on mine, and she had evi- dently retraced her steps to have another in- stant's conversation with me. The next moment I was sure of this. Her eyes, alway- magnetic, shone with increasing brightness as I advanced to meet her, and her manner, Avhile grave, was that of a woman quite conscious of the effect she produced by her least word or action. "I have returned to tell you," said she, "that I have more confidence in your efforts than in those of the police officers around here. Tf Gwendolen's fate is deteiTained by any one it 62 CHALK-MAKKS will be by you. So I want to be of aid to you if I can. Remember that. I may have said this to you before, but I wish to impress it upon you." There was a flutter in her movements which astonished me. She was surveying me in a etraightfor^'ard way, and I could not but feel the fire and force of her look. Happily she was no longer a young woman or I might have mis- understood the disturbance which took place in my own breast as I waited for the musical tones to cease. "You are very good/' I rejoined. "I need help, and shall be only too glad to receive your assistance." Yet I did question her, though I presently found myself walking toward the house at her side. She may not have expected me to pre- sume so far. Certainly she showed no dissatis- faction when, at a parting in the path, I took my leave of her and turned my face in the direction of the gates. A strange sweet woman, with a power quite apart from the physical charms which usually affect men of my age, but one not easily read nor parted from unless one had an imperative errand, as I had. 03 THE MILLIQXAIEE BABY TLds errajid was to meet and forestall the messenger boy whom I momently expected with the answer to my telegram. That an op- portunity for gossip was likewise afforded by the motley group of men and boys drawn up near one of the gate-posts, gave an added in- terest to the event which I was quite ready to appreciate. Approaching this group, I assimi- lated myself ^vith it as speedily as possible, and, having some tact for this sort of thing, soon found myself the recipient of various gratuitous opinions as to the significance of the find which had offered such a problem both to the profes- sional and unprofessional detective. Two mis^ mated shoes! Had Gwendolen Ocumpaugh by any chance worn such ? Xo — or the ones mat- ing them would have been found in her closet, and this, some one shouted out> had not been done. Only the one corresponding to that fished up from the waters of the dock had come to light; the other, the one which the child must really have worn, was no nearer being found than the child herself. What did it all mean ? Xo one knew; but all attempted some sort of hazardous guess which I was happy to see fell entirely short of the mark. 64 CHALK-i^iARKS There was not a word of the vindictive old man described by Miss Graham, till I myself introduced the topic. My reason or rather my excuse for introducing it was this : On the gata-post near me I had observ^ed the remnants of a strip of paper which had been pasted there and aftenvard imperfectly torn off. It had an unsightly look, but I did not pay much attention to it till some movement in the group forced me a little nearer to the post, when I was surprised enough to see that this scrap of paper showed signs of words, and that these words gave evidence of being a date written in the very hand I now had no difficulty in recognizing as that of the old man uppeimost in my own mind, even if he were not the one whom Miss Graham had seen on the bridge. This date — strange to say — was the same significant one already noted on the floor of the bungalow — a fact which I felt merited an explanation if any one about me could give it Waiting, therefore, for a lull in the remarks passing between the stable-men and other em- ployees about the place, I drew the attention of the first man who would listen, to the half tom- off strip of paper on the post, and asked if that 66 THE MILLiOiXAIEE BABY was tlie way the Ocumpauglis gave notice of their entertainments. - He started, then turned his back on me. "That wasn't put there for the entertain- ment," lie growled; ''that was pasted up there by some one who wanted to show off his writin'. There don't seem to be no other reason." As the man who spoke these words had there- by proved himself a blockhead, I edged away from him as soon as possible toward a very de- cent looking fellow who appeared to have moro brains than speech. "Do you know who pasted that date upon the post ?" I inquired. He answered very directly. "^o, or I should have been laying for hira long before this. Why, it is not only there you can see it. I found it pinned to the carriage cushions one day just as I w^as going to drive Mrs. Ocumpaugh out." (Evidently I had struck upon the coachman.) "And not only that. One of the girls up at the house — one as I knows pretty well — tells me — I don't care who hears it now — that it was written across a card which was left at the door for Mrs. Ocumpaugh, and all in the same handwriting, which is not a oom- 66 CHALK-MARKS mon one, as you can see. This means some- thing, seeing it was the date when our bad luck fell ou us." He had noted that. '-'You don't mean to say that these things were written and put about before the date you see on them." ''But I do. Would we have noticed since? But who are you, sir, if I may ask? One of them detective fellows ? If so, I have a word to say : Find that child or Mrs. Ocumpaugh's blood will be on your head ! She'll not live till Mr. Ocumpaugh comes home unless she can show him his child." ''Wait!" I called out, for he was turning away toward the stable. "You know who wrote those slips ?" "Xot a bit of it, Xo one does. Xot that any- body thinks much about them but me." "The police must," I ventured, 'aiay be, but they don't say anything about it. Somehow it looks to me as if they were all at sea." "Possibly they are," I remarked, letting him go as I caught sight of a small boy coming up the road witli several telegrams in his hand. 6T THE MILLIO:^TAIRE BABY ^^Is one of those directed to Robert Trevitt ?" I asked, crowding up witli the rest, as his small form was allowed to slip through the gate. "Specks there is/^ he replied, looking them over and handing me one. I carried it to one side and hastily tore it open. It was, as I expected, from my partner, and read as follows : Man you want has just returned after two days' absence. Am on watch. Saw him just alight from buggy with what looked like sleep- ing child in his amLS. Closed and fastened front door after him. Safe for to-night. Did I allow my triumph to betray itself ? I do not think so. The question which kept down my elation was this: Would I be the first man to get tilers? 68f THE OLD HOUSE IN TOSTXERS The old man whose handwriting I had now positively identified was a former employer of mine. I had worked in his office when a lad. He was a doctor of very fair reputation in Westchester County, and I reempt3 to deny it jnst now. The hour, too, is unfortunate — the darkness — ^your shifting, mysterious light. It was late like this — and dark — with just the moon to illumine the scene, when she — Mr. Trevitt, do you want to know the story of this place? — the old, much guessed-at, never-really- understood storv' which led first to its complete abandonment, then to the building of that divid- ing wall and finally to the restoration of this portion and of this alone ? Do you ?" Her eagerness, in such startling contrast to the reticence she had shown on this very subject a few minutes before, affected me peculiarly. I wanted to hear the story — any one would who had listened to the gossip of this neighborhood for years, but — She evidently did not mean to give me time to understand my own hesitation. ^^I have the whole history — the touching, hardly-to-be-believed history — up at my house at this very moment. It was written by — no, I will let you guess." The naivete of her smile made m© forget th« fore© of its late expression. 133 THE MILLIONAIRE BABY. "Mr. Ocumpaugh ?" I ventured. "AYliich Mr. Ocunipaugli ? There have been so many." She began slowly, naturally, to move toward the door. "I c-an not guess.'* ^Then I shall have to tell you. It was ^vritten by the one who — Come ! I will tell you outside. I haven't any courage here." "But I have." "You haven't read the story." "Xever mind ; tell me who the writer wa«." "Mr. Ocumpaugh's father; he, by whose or- ders this partition was put up." "Oh, you have Jii^ story — written — and by himself!' You are fortunate, Mrs. Carew." I had turned the lantern from her face, but not so far that I did not detect the deep flush which dyed her whole countenance at these words. "I am," she emphatically returned, meeting my eyes with a steady look I was not suf- ficiently expert with women's ways, or at all events with this woman's ways, to understand. "Seldom has such a tale been written — seldom, let us thank God, has there been an equal occa- sion for it" 134 TEMPTATION "You interest me," I said. And she did. Little as this history might have to do with the finding of Gwendolen, I felt an almost imperative necessity of satisfy- ing my curiosity in regard to it, though I knew she had deliberately roused this curiosity for a purpose which, if not comprehensible to me, was of marked importance to her and not altogether for the reason she had been pleased to give me. Possibly it was on account of this last men- tioned conviction that I allowed myself to be so iaterested. "It is late," she murmured with a final glance towards those dismal hangings which in my present mood I should not have been so greatly surprised to see stir luider her look. "However, if you will pardon the hour and accept a seat in my small library, I will show you what only one other person has seen be- sides myself." It was a temptation; for several reasons it was a temptation; yet — "I want you to see why I am frightened <>f this place," she said, flashing her eyes upon me with an almost girlish appeal. "I will go," said I ; and following her quickly 135 THE MILLIOXAIHE BABY out, I locked the bungalow door, and ignor- ing the hand she extended toward me, dropped the key into my pocket I thought I heard a little gasp — the least, the smallest of sounds possible. But if so, the feeling which prompted it was not apparent in her manner or her voice as she led the way back to her house, and ushered me into a hall full of packing-boxes and the general litter accompanying an approaching departure. **You will excuse the disorder," she cried as she piloted me through these various en- cumbrances to a small but exquisitely furnished room still glorying in its full complement of ornaments and pictures. "This trouble which has come to one I love has made it very hard for me to do anything. I feel helpless, at times, completely helpless." The dejection she expressed was but mo- mentary, however. In another instant she was pointing out a chair and begging me to make myself comfortable while she went for the let- ter (I tliink she called it a letter) which I had come there to read. What was I to think of her? What was I to think of myself? And what would the 136 TEMPTATIOX story tell me to warrant the los5 of what might have proved a most valuable hour ? I had not answered these questions when she reentered with a bundle in her hand of discolored — I should almost call them mouldered — sheets of much crumpled paper. ^^These — '' she began; then, seeing me look at them with something like suspicion, she paused until she caught my eye, when she added gravely, "these came to me from Mrs. Ocum- paugh. How she got them you will have to ask her. I should say, judging from appear- ances — '^ Here she took a seat opposite me at a small table near which I had been placed — "that they must have been found in some old chest or possibly in some hidden drawer of one of those curious antique desks of which more than one was discovered in the garrets of the old house when it was pulled down to give place to the new one." "Is this letter, as you call it^ so old?" I asked. "It is dated thirty-five years ago." "The garret must have been a damp one," I remarked. She flashed me a look — I thought of it more 137 Ike milliokaiee baby than once afterward — and asked ii she should do the reading or I. "You," I rejoined, all afire with the pros- pect of listening to her remarkable voice in what I had every reason to believe would call forth its full expression. "Only let me look at those sheets first, and understand as perfectly as I may, just what it is you are going to read to me." "It's an explanation written for his heirs by Mr. Ocumpaugh. The story itself," she went on, handing me over the papers she held, ^Tjegina abruptly. From the way the sheet is torn across at the top, I judge that the narrative itself was preceded by some introductory words now lack- ing. When I have read it to you, I wall tell you what I think those introductory words were." I handed back the sheets. There seemed to be a spell in the air — possibly it arose from her manner, which was one to rouse expecta- tion even in one whose imagination had not already been stirred by a visit at night and in more than commonly bewildering company to the place whose dark and hitherto unknown secret I was about to hear. 138 TEMPTATION "I am ready/' I said, feeling my strange position, but not anxious to change it just then for anv other conceivable one. She drew a deep breath; again fixed me with her strange, compelling eyes, and with the final remark: ^^The present no longer exists, we are back in the seventies — " began this enthralling tale. I did not move till the last line dropped from her lips. 189 XI THE SEOEET OF THE OLD PAVIXIOU I "was as sane that night as I had ever been in my life. I am quite sure of this, though I had had a merry time enough earlier in the evening mth my friends in the old pavilion (that time-honored retreat of my ancestors), whose desolation I had thought to dissipate with a little harmless revelry. Wine does not disturb my reason — the little wine I drank under that unwholesome roof — nor am I a man given to sudden excitements or untoward im.- pulses. Yet this thing happened to me. It was after leaving the pavilion. My oom- panions had all ridden away and I was stand- ing on the lawn beyond my library windows, recalling my pleasure with them and gazing somewhat idly, I own, at that bare portion of the old wall where the tree fell a year ago (the place where the moon strikes with such a glitter when it rides high, as it did that 140 THE SECRET OF THE OLD PAVILIOK night), when — believe it or not, it is all one to me — I became conscious of a sudden mental dread, inexplicable and alarming, which, seiz- ing me after an hour of unmixed pleasure and gaiety, took such a firm grip upon my imagi- nation that I fain would have turned, my back upon the night and its influences, only my eyes would not leave that open space of wall w^here I now saw pass — not the shadow, but the veritable body of a large, black, hungry- looking dog, w^hich, while I looked, turned into the open gateway connecting with the pavilion and disappeared. With it went the oppression which held me spell-bound. The ice melted from my blood; I could move my limbs, and again control my thoughts and exercise my will. Forcing a laugh, I whistled to that dog. The lights with which the banquet had been illuminated were out, and every servant had left the place ; but the tables had not been en- tirely cleared, and I could well understand what had drawn this strange animal thither. I whistled then, and whistled peremptorily; but no dog answered my call. Angry, for the rules are strict at my stables in regard to wan- 141 THE HILLIO^^AIRE BABY dering brutes, I strode toward the pa\dlion. Entering the gi-eat gap in the wall where a gate had once hung, I surveyed the dismal in- terior before me, with feelings I could not but consider odd in a strong man like myself. Though the wine was scarcely dry in the glass which an hour before I had raised in this very spot amid cheers and laughter, I found it a difficult matter to reenter there now, in the dead of night, alone and ^^'ithout light For this building, harmless as it had always seemed, had been, in a way, cursed. For no reason that he ever gave, my father had doomed this ancient adjunct to our home to perpetual solitude and decay. By his will he had for- bidden it to be destroyed — a wish respected by my guardians and afterward by myself — and though there was nothing to hinder its being cared for and in a manner used, the dismal in- fluence which had pervaded the place ever since his death had, under the sensations I have men- tioned, deepened into horror and an unspeak- able repugnance. Yet never having had any reason to believe myself a coward, I took boldly enough the few steps necessary to carry me inside ita dia- 142 THE SECKET OF THE OLD PAVILIOX mal precincts; and meeting with nothing but darkness and silence, began to whistle again for the dog I had certainly seen enter here. But no dog appeared. Hastening out, I took mj waj toward the stables. As I did so I glanced back, and again mj eyes fell on that place in the wall gleaming white in the moonlight. Again I felt the chill, the horror ! Again my eyes remained glued to this one spot; and again I beheld the passing of that dog, running with jaws extended and head held low — fearsome, uncanny, supematu- ' rally horrible; a thing to flee from, if one could only ilee instead of standing stock-still on the sward, gazing with eyes that seemed starting from their sockets till it had plunged through that gap in the wall and again disappeared. The occult and the imaginary have never appealed to me, and the moment I felt my- self a man again, I hurried on to the stables to call up my man Jared. But half-way there I paused, struck by an odd remembrance. This father of mine, Philu Ocumpaugh, had died, or so his old servants had said, under peculiar circumstances. I had forgotten them till now — such stories 143 THE MILLION AIKE BABY make poor headway with me — but if I was not mistaken, the facts were these: He had been ailing long, and his nurses had got used to the sight of his gaimt, white figure sitting propped up, but speechless, in the great bed opposite the stretch of blank wall in the comer bedroom, where a picture of his first Avife, the wife of his youth, had once hung, but which, for some years now, had been removed to where there were fewer shadows and more sunlight He had never been a talkative man, and in all the five years of my own memory of him, I had never heard him raise his voice except in command, or when the duties of hospitality required it. !N"ow, with the shadow of death upon him, he was absolutely speechless, and his nurses were obliged to guess at his wishes by the movement of his hands or the direction of his eyes. Yet he was not morose, and sometimes was seen to struggle with the guards holding his tongue, as though he would fain have loosed himself from their inexorable control. Yet he never succeeded in doing so, and the nurses sat by and saw no difference in him, till suddenly the candle, posed on a table near by, flickered 144 THE SECRET OF THE OLD PAVILION and went out, leaving only moonlight in the room. It was moonlight so brilliant that the place seemed brighter than before, though the beams were all concentrated on one spot, a blank space in the middle of the wall upon which those two dim orbs in the bed were fijxed in an ex- pectancy none there understood, for none knew that the summons had come, and that for him the angel of death was at that moment stand- ing in the room. Yet as moonlight is not the natural light for a sick man's bedside, one amongst them had risen for another candle, when something — I had never stopped to hear them say what — made him pause and look back, when he saw distinctly outlined upon the white wall-space I have mentioned, the figure — the unimagina- ble figure of a dog, large, fierce and hungry- looking, which dashed by and — was gone. Simultaneously a cry came from the bed, the first words for months — '^Aline!'' — the name of his girl-wife, dead and gone for years. All sprang ; some to chase the dog, one to aid and comfort the sick man. But no dog was there, nor did he need comfort more. He had died with that cry on his lips, and as they gazed i45 THE MILLIONAIRE BABY at his face, sunk low now in liis pillow as if he had started up and fallen back, a dead weight, thej felt the terror of the moment grow upon them till thej^ too, were speechless. Eor the aged features were drawn into lines of unspeakable anguish and horror. But as the night passed and morning came, all these lines smoothed out, and when they buried him, those who had known him well talked of the beautiful serenity which illumined the face which, since their first remembrance of him, had can-ied the secret of a profound and unbroken melancholy. Of the dog, nothing was said, even in whispers, till time had hallowed that grave, and the little children about, grown to be men and women. Then the garrulity of age had its way. This story, and the images it called up, came like a shock as I halted there, and in- stead of going on to the stables, I turned my steps toward the house, where I summoned from his bed a certain old servant who had lived longer in the family than myself. Bidding him bring a lantern, I waited for him on the porch, and when he came, I told him what I had seen. Instantly I knew that 1^6 THE SECRET OF THE OLD PAVILIOK it was no new story to him. He turned very pale and set down the lantern, which was shak- ing very visibly in his hand. "Did you look up <" he asked; "when you were in the pavilion, I mean?" "]So; why should I? The dog was on the ground. Besides — " "Let us go down to the paviUon," he whisr pered. "I want to see for myself if— if— " "If what, Jared?" He turned his eyes on me, but did not an- swer. Stooping, I lifted the lantern and put it in his hand. He was quaking like a leaf, but there was a determination in his face far beyond the ordinary. What made him quake —he who knew of this dog only by hearsay— and what, in spite of this fear, gave him such resolution ? I followed in his wake to see what it was. The moon still shone clear upon the lawn, and it was with a certain renewal of my for- mer apprehensions that I approached the spot on the wall where I had seen what I was sat- isfied not to see again. But though I glanced that way— what man could have avoided it?— I perceived nothing but the bare paint, and 147 THE MILLIONAIRE BABY we went on and passed in without a word, Jared leading the way. But once on the threshold of the pavilion it- self, it was for him to show the coward. Turn- ing, he made me a gesture; one I did not un- derstand ; and seeing that I did not understand it, he said, after a fearful look around: "Do not mind the dog; tliat was but an ap- pearance. Lift your eyes to the ceiling — over there — at the extreme end toward the south — do you see — what do you see?" "Nothing," I replied, amazed at what struck me as utter folly. "Nothing?" he repeated in a relieved voice, as he lifted up his lantern. "Ah!" came in a sort of muttered shriek from his lips, as he pointed up, here and there, along the farther ceiling, over which the light now played freely and fully. "What is that spot, and that spot, and that? They were not there to-day. I was in here before the banquet, and / would have seen. What is it ? Master, what is it ? They call it—" "Well, well, what do they call it ?" I asked impatiently. "Blood! Do you not see that it is blood? 148 THE SECRET OF THE OLD PAVILION. What else is red and shiny and shows in sudi great drops — '^ ''Xonsense !'' I vociferated, taking the lan- tern in my own hand. ^ 'Blood on the ceiling of my old pavilion i Where could it come from? There was no quarrel, no fight; only hilarity—" "^Vhere did the dog come from?" he whis- pered. I dropped my arm, staring at him in min- gled anger and a certain half-understood sym- pathy. ^'You think these stains — " I began. ^'Are as unreal as the dog? Yes, master." Feeling as if I were in a dream, I tossed up the laxLtem again. The drops were still there, but no longer single or scattered. From side to side, the ceiling at this one end of the build- ing oozed with the thick red moisture to which he had given so dreadful a name. Stepping back for fear the stains would re- solve themselves into rain and drop upon my forehead, I stared at Jared, who had now re- treated toward the door. ''What makes you think it blood?" I de- manded. 149 THE MILLIONAIRE BABY "Because some have smelt and tasted it. We have never talked about it> but this is not an uncommon occurrence. To-morrow all these stains will be gone. Thej come when the dog circles the wall. Whence, no one knows. It is our mystery. All the old ser- vants have heard of it more than once. The new ones have never been told. Xor would I have told you if you had not seen the dog. It was a matter of honor with us." I looked at him, saw that he believed every word he said, threw anotber glance at the ceil- ing, and led the way out When we had reached the house again, I said: "You are acquainted with the tradition un- derlying theee appearances, as you call them. What is it?" He could not tell me. He knew no more than he had already stated — gossip and old wives' tales. But later, a certain manuscript came into my possession through my lawyer, which I will append to this. It was written by my unhappy father, somie little time before his last illness, and given into the charge of the legal representative of our family, with the express injunction that 150 THE SECRET OF THE OLD PAVILIOK" its seal was to remain intact if foi twenty years the apparition wkicii had haunted him did not present itself to the eyes of any of his chil- dren. But if within that time his experience should repeat itself in theirs, this document was to be handed over to the occupant of Home- wood. Xineteen out of the twenty years had elapsed, without the dog being seen or the ceil- ing of the pavilion dropping blood. But not the twentieth; hence, the document was mine. You can easily conceive with what feelings I opened it. It was headed with this simple line: MY STORY WHICH I CAN WRITE BUT COULD NEVER TELL. I am cursed with an inability to speak when I am most deeply moved, either by anger or tenderness. This misfortune has wrecked my life. On the verge of old age, the sor- rows and the mistakes of my early life fill my thoughts so completely that I see but one face, hear but one voice; yet when she was living — when she could see and hear, my tongue was silent and she never knew. Aline I my Aline! 161 THE MILLIONAIRE BABY I married her when I was thirty-five and she eighteen. All the world knows this; but what it does not know is that I loved her — toy, plaything that she was — a body without a mind — (or, so I considered her) — while she had but followed the wishes of her relatives in giving her sweet youth to a cold and reti- cent man who might love, indeed, but who had no power to tell that love, or even to show it in the ways which women like, and which she liked, as I found out when it was too late. I could not help but love her. It was in- grained within me; a part of the curse of my life to love this gentle, thoughtless, alluring thing to which I had given my name. She had a smile — it did not come often — which tore at my heart-strings as it welled up, just stir- ring the dimples in her cheeks, and died away again in a strange and moving sweetness. Though I reckoned her at her worth; knew that her charm was all physical; that she neither did nor could understand a passion like mine, much less return it, it was none the less irresistible, and I have known myseK to stand before a certain book-sheK in the turn of the stairway for many minutes together, 152 THE SECRET OF THE OLD PAVILION because I knew that she would soon be coming do^vzl, and that, when she did, some ribbon from her gown would flutter bj me, and I should feel the soft contact and go away happy to my books. Yet, if she stopped to look back at me, I could only return her look with one she doubtless called harsh, for she had not eyes to see below the surface. I tell you all this, lest you may not under- stand. She was not your mother and you may begrudge me the affection I felt for her; if so, thrust these leaves into the fire and seek not the explanation of what has surprised you; for there is no word written here which doea not find its meaning in the intense love I bore for her, my young girl-wife, and the tragedy which this love has brought into my life. She was slight in body, slight in mind and of slight feeling. I first discovered this last on the day I put my mother's ring on her finger. She laughed as I fitted it close and kissed the little hami. Kot from embarrassment or childish impulse; I could have understood that; but in- differently, like one who did not know and never could. Yet I married her, and for six months lived in a fool's paradise. Then came 153 The millionaire baby that ball. It was held near here, very near; at one of our neighbor's, in fact I remember that we walked, and that, coming to the drive- way, I lifted her and carried her across. Not with a smile — do not thini: it. More likely with a frown, though my heart was warm and happy; for when I set her down, she shook herself, and I thought she did it to hide a shud- der, and then I could not have spoken a word had my life depended on it. I little knew what lay back of that shud- der. Even after I had seen her dance with him, not only once, but twice, I never dreamed that her thoughts, light though they were, were not all with me. It took that morsel of paper and the plain words it contained to sat- isfy me of this, and then — But passion ia making me incoherent. What do you know of that scrap of paper, hidden from the whole world from the moment I first read it till thia hour of full confession ? It fluttered from some one's hand during the dance. I did not see whose. I only saw it after it had fallen at my feet, and as it lay there open I natu- rally read the words. They were written by a man to a woman, urging flight and setting 154 THE SECRET OF THE OLD PAVILIOiT the hour and place for meeting. I was con- scious of shame in reading it, and let these last details escape me. As I put it in my pocket I remember thinking, ^'Some poor devil made miserable !'' for there had been hint ir- it of the husband. But I had no thought — I swear it before God — of who that husband was till I beheld her flit back through the open doorway, with terror in her mien and searching eves fixed on the floor. Then hell opened before me, and I saw my happiness go down into gulfs I had never before sounded, even in imagination. But even at that evil hour mj countenance Bc-arcelv changed — I was opposite a mirror, and I caught a glimpse of myself as I moved. But there must have been some change in my voice — for when I addressed her, she started and turned her face upon me with a wild and pathetic look which knocked so at my heart that I wished I had never read those words, and so could return her the paper with no misgiving as to its contents. But having read it, I could not do this; so, beyond a petty greeting, I said nothing and let the moment pass, and she with it ; for couples were dancing 155 THE MILLION-AIRE BABY and she was soon again in the whirl. I am not a dancing man myself, and I had leisure to think and madden myself with contempla- tion of my wrecked life and questions as to what I should do to her and to him, and to the world where such things could happen, I had forgotten the details of time and place, or rather had put them out of my mind, and I would not look at the ^T>rds again — could not. But as the minutes went by, the remembrance returned, startling and convincing, that the hour was two and the place — our old pavilion. I walked about after that like a man in whose breast the sources of life are frozen. I chatted — I who never chatted — with women^ and with men. I even smiled — once. That was when my little white-faced wife asked me if it were not time to go home. Even a man under torture might find strength to smile if the inquisitor should ask if he were not ready to be released. And we went home. I did not carry her this time across the drive- way; but when we parted in the library, where I always spent an hour before retiring, I picked out a lily from a vase of flowers stand- 156 THE SECRET OF THE OLD PAVILION ing on my desk and held it out to her. She stared at it for a moment, quite as white as the lily, then she slowly put out her hand and took it I felt no mercy after that, and bade her good-night with the remark that I should have to write far into the morning, and that she need not worry over my light, which I should not probably put out till she was half through with her night's rest. For answer, she dropped the lily. I found it next morning lying withered and brown in the hall-way. That light did bum far into the morning; but I was not there to trim it Before the fatal hour had struck, I had left the house and made my way to the pavilion. As I crossed the sward I saw the gleam of a lantern at the masthead of a small boat riding near our own landing-place, and I understood where he was at this hour, and by what route he hoped to take my darling. '^A route she will never travel,'' thought I, sti'iving to keep out of mv mind and conscience the vision of another route, another ti'avel, which that sweet young body might take if my mood held and my pur- pose strengthened. 157 THE millio:n^aire baby There was no moon that night, and the oopse in which our pavilion stands was like a blot against the starless heavens. As I drew near it, my dog, the invariable companion of mj walks, lifted a short, sharp bark from the stables. But I knew whose hand had fastened him, and I went on without giving him a thought. At the door of the pavilion I stopped. All was dark within as without, and the silence was something to overwhelm the heart She was not there then, nor was he. But he would be coming soon, and up or do^vn between the double hedge-rows. I went to meet him. It was a small detail, but possibly a necessary one. In her eyes he was probably handsome and gifted with all that I openly lacked. But he was shallow and small for a man like me to be concerned about. I laughed inwardly and with very conceivable scorn as I heard the faint fall of his footsteps in the darkness. It was nearly two and he meant to be prompt. Our coming together in that narrow path was very much what I expected it to be. I had put out my arms and touched the hedge on either side, so that he could not escape me. 158 THE SECEET OF THE OLD PAVILI0:N" When I heard him drawing close, I found the voice I had not had for her, and observed very quietly and with the cold politeness of a mes- senger : ^'Mj wife finds herself indisposed since the ball, and begs to be excused from joining you in the pleasant sail you proposed to her." That, and no more; except that when he started and almost fell into my arms, I found strength to add: "The wind blows fresh to-night ; you will have no difficulty in leaving this shore. The difficulty will be to return." I had no heart to kill him; he was young and he was frightened. I heard the sob in his throat as I dropped my arm and he went flying down to the river. This was child's play; the rest — My portion is to tell it; forty years ago it all befell, and till now no word of it has ever left my lips. There was no sound of her advancing tread across the lawn as I stepped back into my own grounds to enter the pavilion. But as I left the path and put foot inside the wall, I heard a far, faint sound like the harsh closing of a 159 THE MILLIONAIRE BABY door in timid hands, followed bj another bark from the dog, louder and sharper than the first — for he did not recognize my Aline as mistress, though I had striven for six months to teach him the place she held in mj heart. By this I knew she was coming, and that what preparations I had to make must bo made soon. They were not many. Entering the well-known place, I lit the lantern I had brought with me and set it down near the door. It cast a feeble light about tlie entrance, but left gi-eat shadows in the rear. This I had calculated on, and into these shadows I now stepped. The pavilion, as you remember it, is not what it was then. I had used it little, fancying more my own library up at the house, but it was not utterly without furnishings, and to young eyes might even look attractive, ^vith love, or fancied love, to mellow its harsh lines and lend romance to its solitude. At this hour and under these circumstances it was a dis- mal hole to me; and as I stood there waiting, I thought how the place fitted the deed — if deed it was to be. I had always thought her timid, afraid of 160 THE SECEET OE THE OLD PAVILIOiT the night and all threatening things. But as I listened to the sound of her soft footfall at the door, I realized that even her breast could grow strong under the influence of a real or fancied passion. It was a shock — but I did not cry out — only set my teeth together and turned a little so that what light there was would fall on my form rather than on my face. She entered; I felt rather than heard the tremulous push she gave to the door, and the quick drawing in of her breath as she put her foot across the threshold. These sapped my courage. This fear, this almost hesitation, drew me from thoughts of myself to thoughts of her, and it was in a daze of mingled pur- poses and regrets that I felt her at last at my side. "Walter!" fell softly, doubtfuUy from her lips. It was the name of him the dip of whose oars as he made for his boat I could now faint- ly hear in the river below us. Turning, I looked her in the face. "You are late," said I. God gave me words in my extremity. "Walter has gone." Then, as the madness of terror replaced love in her 161 THE MILLIOXAIEE BABY eyes, I lifted her forcibly and carried her to the window, where I drew aside the vines. "That is his boat's lantern you see drawing away from the dock. I bade him God-speed. He will not come again." Without a word she looked, then fell back on my arm. It was not life which forsook her face, and left her whole sweet body inert — that I could have borne, for did she not merit death who had killed my love, killed me ? — but happiness, the glow of youthful blood, the dreams of a youthful brain. And seeing this, seeing that the heart I thought a child^s heart had gone down in this shipwreck, I felt my anger swell and master me body and soul, and before I knew it, I was towering over her and Bhe was cowering at my feet, cinished and with hands held up in defense, hands that had been like rose-leaves in my grasp, futile hands, but raised now in entreaty for her life to me, to me who had loved her. Why did they not move me ? Why did my muscles tighten instead of relax? I do not know; I had never thought myself a cruel man, but at that instant I felt that this toy of my strong manhood had done harm far be- 162 THE SECRET OF THE OLD PAVILIOK vond its value, and that it would comfort me to break it and toss it far aside; onlj I could not bear the cry which now left her lips: ''I am so young! not yet, not yet, Philo! I am so young! Let me live a little while." Was it a woman's plea, conscious of the ten- derness she appealed to, or only a child's in- stinctive grasping after life, just life? If it were the first, it would be easy to finish; but a child's terror, a child's longing — that pulled hard at my manhood, and under the possibil- ity, my own ami fell. Instantly her head drooped, ^o defense did she utter; no further plea did she make; she simply waited. "You have deserved death." This I man- aged to utter. "But if you will swear to obey me, you shall not pay your forfeit till you have had a further taste of life. Xot in my house; there is not sufficient freedom within its walls for you ; but in the broad world, where people dance and sing and grow old at their leisure, without duty and without care. For three months you shall have this, and have it to your heart's content. Then you shall come back to me my true wife, if your heart so 163 THE MILLIONAIRE BABY prompts; if not^ to teU me of your failure and quit me for ever. But — " Here I fear my voice grew terrible, for her hands instinct- ively rose again. ^'Those three months must be lived unstained. As you ai^ in God's sight this hour, I demand of you to swear that, if you forget this or disregard it, or for any cause subject my name to dishonor, that you will return unbidden at the first moment your reason returns to you, to take what punish- ment I will. On this condition I send you away to-night. Aline, will you promise?" She did not answer; but her face rose. I did not understand its look. There was pa- thos in it, and something else. That some- thing else troubled me. "Are you dissatisfied?" I asked. "Is the time too short? Do you want more months for dancing?" She shook her head and the little hands rose again: "Do not send me awny," she faintly en- treated; "I don't know why — but I — ^had rather stay." "With me? Impossible. Are you ready to promise, Aline?" 164 THE SECRET OF THE OLD PAVILION Then she rose and looked me in the eje with courage, almost with resolution. "As I live!'' said she. And I knew she would keep her word. The next thing I remember of that night was the sight of her little white, shivering fig- ure looking out at me from the carriage that was to carry her away. The night was cold, and I had tucked her in with as much care as I might have done the evening before, when I still worshiped her, still thought her mine, or at least as much mine as she was any one's. ^Mien I had done this and pressed a generous gift into her hand, I stood a minute at the carriage door, in pity of her aspect. She looked so pinched and pale, so dazed and hopeless. Had she been alone — but the companion with whom I had provided her was at her side and my tongue was tied. I turned, and the driver started up the horses. "Philo I" I heard blown by me on the wind. Was it she who called ? Xo, for there was anguish in the cry, the anguish of a woman, and she was only a frightened, disheartened child whom I had sent away to — dance. One month, two months went by, and I be* 165 THE MILLIONAIRE BABY gan to take up my life. Another, and she would be home for good or ill. I thought that I could live through that other. I had heard of her; not from her — that I did not require; and the stories were all of the same charac- ter. She was enjoying life in the great city to w^hich I had sent her; radiant at night, if a little spiritless by day. She was at balls, at concerts and at theaters. She wore jewels and shone with the best; I might be proud of her conquests and the sweetness and dignity with which she bore herself. Thus her friends wrote. But she wrote nothing; I had not required it. Once, some one — a visitor at the house — spoke of having seen her. ^'She was surround- ed with admirers," he had said. ^'How early our American women ripen !" was his com- ment. ^'She held her head like one who has held sway for years ; but I thought her a trifle worn; as if pleasure absorbed too much of her sleep. You must look out for her, Judge.'' And I smiled grimly enough, I own, to think just how I was looking out for her. Then came the thunderbolt. "I am told that no one ever sees her in the 166 THE SECRET OF THE OLD PAVILION day-time; that she is always busy, days. But she does not look as if she took that time for rest. What can your little wife be doing ? You ought to hurry up that important opinion of yours and go see." He was right; what was she doing? And why shouldn't I go see ? There was no obsta- cle but my own will, but that is the greatest obstacle a man can have. I remained at Homewood, but the four weeks of our further probation looked like a year. Meanwhile, I had my way with the pavil- ion. I have shown you my heart, sometimes at its best, oftenest at its worst, I will show it to you again in this. I had a wall built round it, close against the thicket in which it lay embedded. This wall was painted white, and near it I had lamps placed which were lit at nightfalL Should a figure pass that wall I could see it from my window. Xo one could enter that doorway now, without running the risk of my seeing him from where I sat at my desk. Did I feel easier? I do not know that I did. I merely followed an impulse I dared not name to myself. 167 THE millio:n"aiee baby Two weeks of this final month, wont bj. Then (it was in the evening) some one came running up from tlie groimds, with the mes- sage that Mrs. Ocumpaugh had ridden into the gate, but that she was not ready to enter the house. Would I meet her at the pavil- ion? I was in the library, at my desk, with my eyes on the wall, when this was told me. I had just seen the fierce figure of that unman- ageable dog of mine run by that white sur- face, and my lips were open to order him tied up, when he, and everything else in this whole world, was forgotten in this crushing news of her return. For the three months were not up and her presence here could mean but one thing — she had found temptation too much for her, and she had come back to tell me so in obedience to her promise. "I will go meet Mrs. Ocumpaugh," I said. The man stared. "I will go meet Mrs. Ocumpaugh now,'' I repeated, and tried to rise. But my limbs refused; death had entered my heart, and it was some few minutes be- fore I found myself upon the lawn outside. 168 THE SECRET OF THE OLD PAVILIOl^T When I got there I was trembling and so uncertain of movement that I tottered at the gate. But seeing signs of her presence within, I straightened myseK and went in. ^ She was standing at the extreme end of the room when I entered, in the full light of the solitary moonbeam which shot in at the west- em casement. She had thrown aside her hat and coat, and never in all mj life had I seen anything so ethereal as the worn face and wasted form she thus disclosed. Had it not been for the haunting and pathetic smile which by some freak of fate gave poignancy to her otherwise infantile beauty, I should not have known the woman who stood there with my name formed on her lips. "Destroyed I" was my thought; and the rage which I felt that moment against fate flushed my whole being, and my arms went up, not in threat against her, but to an avenging Heaven, when I heard an impetuous rush, an angry growl, and the delicate, trembling fig- ure went do^^Tl under the leap of the monstrous animal which I had taught to love me, but could never teach to love her. In horror and unspeakable anguish of sou) 169 TBE ::\MLLIOXAIRE BABY I called off the dog; and, stooping with bitter cries, I took lier in mj arms. "Hurt r I gasped. "Hurt, AHne ?" I looked at her anxiously. "!N'o," she whispered, ^^happv." And bo- fore I realized my own feelings or the passion with which I drew her to my breast, she had nestled her head against my heart, smiled and died. The shock of the dog's onslaught had killed her. I would not believe it at first, but when I was quite sure, I took out the pistol I carried in my breast and shot the cowering brute mid- way between the eyes. When this was done, I turned back to her. There was no light but the moon, and I need- ed no other. The clear beams falling on her face made her look pure and stainless and sweet I could almost have loved her again as I marked the tender smile which lingered from that passing moment on her lips. "Hap- py," she had said. What did she mean by that "Happy" ? As I asked myself I heard a cry. The companion who had been with her had rushed in at the doorway, and was gazing 170 THE SECRET OF THE OLD PAVILION in sorrow and amazement at the white form lying outstretched and senseless against that farther wall. "Oh/' she cried, in a tone that assured me she had not seen the dog lying in his blood at my back; "dead already? dead at the first glance ? at the first word ? Ah, she knew bet- ter than I, poor lamb. I thought she would get well if she once got home. She wearied so for you, sir, and for Homewood!" I thought myself quite mad; past under- standing aright the words addressed to me. "She wearied — " I began. "With all her soul for you and Homewood,^* the young woman repeated. "That is, since her illness developed." "Her illness?" "Yes, she has been ill ever since she went away. The cold of that first journey was too much for her. But she kept up for several weeks — doing what no other woman ever did before with so little strength and so little hope. Danced at night and — " "And — and — what by day, what?" I could hardly get the words out of my mouth. "Studied. Learned what she thought you 171 THE MILLIONAIRE BABY would like — Erencli — music — politics. It was to have been a surprise. Poor soul! it took her very life. She did not sleep — Oh, sir, what is it?" I was standing over her, probably a terrify- ing figure. Lights were playing before my eyes, strange sounds were in my ears, every- thing about me seemed resolving itself into chaos. "What do you mean?" I finally gasped. "She studied — to please mef Why did ahe come back, then, so soon — " I paused, choked. I had been about to give away my secret "I mean, why did she come thus suddenly, with- out warning me of what I might expect? I would have gone — " "I told her so ; but she was very determined to come to you herself — to this very pavilion- She had set the time later, but this morning the doctor told her that her s;>Tiiptoms were alarming, and without consulting him or heed- ing the advice of any of us, she started for home. She was buoyant on the way, and more than once I heard her softly repeating your name. Her heart was very loving — Oh, sir, you are ill!" 173 f HE SECREt OF THE OLD PAVILIO]^ '*!N"o, no/' I cried, crushing mj hand against my mouth to keep down the cry of anguish and despair which tore its way up from my heart. * ^Before other hands touch her, other eyes see her, tell me when she began — I will not say to love me, but to weary for me and — Homewood." "Perhaps she has told you herself. Here is the letter, sir, she bade me give you if she did not reach here alive. She wrote it this morning, after the doctor told her what I have said." "Give— give— " She put it in my hand. I glanced at it in the moonlight, read the first few words, and felt the world reel round me. Thrusting the letter in my breast, I bade the woman, who watched me with fascinated eyes, to go now and rouse the house. When she was gone I stepped back into the shadows, and catching hold of the murderous beast, I dragged him out and about the wall to a thick clump of bushes. Here I left him and went back to my darling. When they came in, they found her in my arms. Her head had fallen back and I was staring, staring, at her white throat. 173 THE MILLIO>TAIRE BaBY That night, when all was done for her which could be done, I shut myself into my library and again opened that precious letter. I give it, to show how men may be mistaken when they seek to weigh women's souls: My Husband: I love you. As I shall be dead when you read this, I may say so without fear of re- buff. I did not love you then; I did not love anybody; I was thoughtless and fond of plea- sure, and craved affectionate words. He saw this and worked on my folly; but when his project failed and I saw his boat creep away, I found that what feeling I had was for the man who had thwarted him, and I felt myself saved. If I had not taken cold that night I might have lived to prove this. I know that you do not love me very much, but perhaps you would have done so had you seen me grow a little wiser and more like what your ^vife should be. I was trying when— O Philo, I can not write — I can not think. I am coming to you — I love — forgive — and take me back again, alive or dead. I love you — I love — 174 THE SECRET OF THE OLD PAVILION As I finished, the light, which haC been burning low, suddenly went out The window which opened before me was still unshuttere.^ Before me, across the wide spaces of the lawn, Bhone the pavilion wall, white in the moon- light As I stared in horror at it, a trem- bling seized my whole body, and the hair on my head rose. The dark figure of a running dog had passed across it— the dog which lay dead under the hushes. ^^God's punishment," I murmured, and laid my head down on that pathetic letter and sobbed. The morning found me there. It was not till later that the man sent to bury the dog came to me with the cry, ^^Something is wrong with the pavilion! When I went in to close the window I found the ceiling at that end of the room strangely dabbled. It looks like blood. And the spots grew as I looked." Aghast, bruised in spirit and broken of heart, I went down, after that sweet body was laid in its grave, to look. The stains he had spoken of were gone. But I lived to see ihem reappear, — as you have. God have mercy on our souls! 176 xn behi:n^d the wall "A most pathetic and awesome history 1" I ex- claimed, after the pause which instinctively followed the completion of this tale, read as few of its kind have ever heen read, by this woman of infinite resources in feeling and expression. ''Is it not? Do you wonder that a visit in the dead of night to a spot associated with such superstitious horrors should frighten me V^ she added as she bundled up the scattered sheets with a reckless hand. "I do not I am not sure but that I am a little bit frightened myself," I smiled, follow- ing with my eye a single sheet which had es- caped to the floor. "Allow me," I cried, stoop- ing to lift it. As I did so I observed that it was the first sheet, the torn one — and that a line or so of writing was visible at the top which I was sure had not been amongst those she had read. "What words are those?" I asked. 176 BEHIXD THE WALL ^*T don't know, tliey are half gone as you c-an see. Thev have noiJiing to do with, tlie^ story. I read yon the whole of that'"' Mistress as she was of her moods and expres- sion I detected traces of some slight confusion. 'The putting up of the partition is not ex- plained/'' I remarked. ^'Oh, that was put up in horror of the stains which from time to time broke out on the ceiling at that end of the room." I wished to ask her if this was her conclu- sion or if that line or two I have mentioned was more intelligible than she had acknow- ledged it to be. But T refrained from a sense of propriety. If she appreciated my forbearance she did not show it. Hising, she thrust the papers into a cupboard, casting a scarcely perceptible glance at the clock as she did so. I took the iiint and rose. Instantly she was all smiles. "You have forgotten something, Mr. Trev- itt.. Surely you do not intend to carry away with you my key to the bungalow." "I was thinking of it/*- I returned lightly. ''T am not quite ^Iv.^.iigh ^-ith that key." Then 177 THE MILLIO^^AIRE BABY before she could recover from her surprise, I added with such suavity as I had been able to acquire in my intercourse with my more cul- tivated clients: ''I have to thank you, Mrs. Carew, for an hour of thrilling interest. Absorbed though I am in the present mystery, my mind has room for the old one. Possibly because there is sometimes a marked connection between old family events and new. There may be some such connection in this case. I should like the opportunity of assuring myself there is not" She said nothing; I thought I understood why. More suavely yet, I continued, with a slight, a very slight movement toward the door : "Earely have I had the pleasure of listening to such a tale read by such an interpreter. It will always remain in my memory, Mrs. Ca- rew. But the episode is over and I return to my present duty and the bungalow." ^The bungalow! You are going back to the bungalow?" "Immediately." "What for? Didn't you see all there was to see?" "l^ot quite." 178 BEHIND THE WALL "I don't know what tihere can be left" "Notking of consequence, most likely, but you can not wish me to have any doubts on the subject" ^'JSTo, no, of course not" The carelessness of her tone did not com- municate itself to her manner. Seeing that my unexpected proposition had roused her alarm, I grew wary and remarked: "I was always overscrupulous." With a lift of her shoulders — a dainty ges- ture which I congratulated myself I could see unmoved — she held out her hand in a mute appeal for the key, but seeing that I was not to be shaken in my purpose, reached for the wrap she had tossed on a chair and tied it again over her head. "What are you going to do?" I asked. "Accompany you," she declared. "Again? I thought the place frightened yon." "It does," she replied. "I had rather visit any other spot in the whole world ; but if it is your intention to go back there, it is mine to go with you." "You are very good," I replied. 179 THE MILLIONAIEE BABY But I was seriously disconcerted notwith- standing. I had reckoned upon a quiet hour in the bungalow bj myself; moreover, I did not understand her motive for never trusting me there alone. Yet as this very distrust was sug- gestive, I put a good face on the matter and welcomed her company with becoming alacrity. After all, I might gain more than I could possi- bly lose by having her under my eye for a little longer. Strong as was her self-control there were moments when the real woman showed her- self, and these moments were productive. As we were passing out she paused to extin- guish a lamp which was slightly smoking, — I also thought she paused an instant to listen. At all eventa her ears were turned toward the stairs do^vn which there came the murmur of two voices, one of tliem the little boy's. ^'It is time Harry was asleep," she cried. "I promised to sing to him. You won't be long, will you?" ^Y^ou need not be vei-y long," was my sig- nificant retort. ^^I can not speak for myself." TVas I playing with her curiosity or anxie- ties or whatever it was that affected her? I hardly knew; I spoke as impulse directed and 180 BEHIND THE WALL waited in oold blood — or was it hot blood? — to see how she took it. Carelessly enough, for she was a famous ac- tress except when taken by surprise. Check- ing an evident desire of calling out some direc- tion up sUirs, she followed me to the door, re- marking cheerfully, '"You can not be very long either; the place is not large enough." My excuse — or rather the one I made to my- self io^ thus returning to a place I had seem- ingly exhausted, was this. In the quick turn I had made in leaving on the former occasion, my foot had struck the edge of the large rug nailed over the center of the floor, and unac- countably loosened it. To rectify this mishap, and also to see how so slight a shock could have Lifted the large brass nails by which it had been held down to the floor, seemed reason enough for my actioru But how to draw her attention to so insignificant a fact without incurring her ridicule I could not decide in our brief passage back to the bungalow, and consequently was greatly relieved when, upon opening the door and turning my lantern on the scene, I dis- covei^ed that in our absence tlie rug had torn itself still farther free from the floor and now 181 THE MILLIOKAIKE BABY lay witli one of its corners well curled over — the comer farthest from the door and nearest the divan where little Gwendolen had been lying when she was lifted and carried away — where ? Mrs. Carew saw it too and cast me a start- led look which I met with a smile possibly as ambiguous as the feeling which prompted it. "Who has been here?" she asked. "Ourselves." "Did we do that?" "I did; or rather my foot struck the edge of the rug as I turned to go out with you. Shall I replace it and press back the nails ?" "If you will be so good." Do what she would there was eagerness in her tone. Remarking this, I decided to give another and closer look at the floor and the nails. I found the latter had not been properly inserted; or rather that there were t\\^o inden- tations for every nail, a deep one and one quite shallow. This caused me to make some exam- ination of the others, those which had not been drawn from the floor, and I found that one or two of them were equally insecure, but not all; only those about this one comer. i83 BEHIXD THE WALL Mrs. Carew, who had paused, confused and faltering in the doorway, in her dismay at seeing me engaged in this inspection instead of in replacing the rug as I had proposed, now advanced a step, so that our glances met as I looked up with the remark: ^'This rug seems to have been lately raised at this comer. Do you know if the police had it up?" ''I don't I believe so — oh, Mr. Trevitt,'' she cried, as I rose to my feet with the comer of the rug in my hand, "what are you going to do?" She had run forward impetuously and was now standing close beside me — inconveniently close. "I am going to raise this rug," I informed her. "That is, just at this comer. Pardon me, I shall have to ask you to move." "Certainly, of course," she stammered. "Oh, what is going to happen now?" Then as she watched me: "There is — ^there is something under it. A door in the floor — a — a — Mrs. Ocumpaugh never told me of this." "Do you suppose she knew it ?" I inquired, looking up into her face, which was very near 183 THE MILLIOiN^AIRE BABY but not near enough to be in the full light of the lantera, which was pointed another way. ^'This rug appears to have been almost sol- dered to the floor, everpvhere but here. There ! it is thrown back. Xow, if you ^vill be so veiy good as to hold the lantern, I ^vill try and lift up the door." ''I can not See, how my hands shake I What are we about to discover ? jSTothing, I pray, nothing. Suspense would be better than that" ^'I think you will be able to hold it," T urged, pressing the lantern upon her. "Yes; I have never been devoid of courage. But — but — don't ask me to descend with you," she prayed, as she lifted the lantern and turned it dexterously enough on that portion of the door where a ring lay outlined in the depths of its outermost plank. "I will not ; but you ^vill come just the same; you can not help it" I hazarded, as with the point of my knife-blade I lifted the small round of wood which filled into the ring and thus made the floor level. "JSTow, if this door is not locked, we will have it up," I cried, pulling at the ring with a wiU. 184 BEHIXD THE WALL The door was not locked and it came up read- ily enough, discovering some half-dozen steps, down which I immediately proceeded to climb. ''Oh, I can not stay here alone," she pro- tested, and prepared to follow mo in haste just as I expected her to do the moment she saw the light withdrawn. "Step carefully," I enjoined. "If you will honor me with your hand — " But she was at my side before the words were well out. "What is it? What kind of place do you make it out to be; and is there anything here you — do — not — want — to see ?" I flashed the light around and incidentally on her. She was not trembling now. Her cheeks were red, her eyes blazing. She was looking at me, and not at the darksome place about her. But as this was natural, it being a woman's way to look for what she desires to learn in the face of the man who for the moment is her protector, I shifted the light into the nooks and comers of the low, damp cellar in which we now found ourselves. "Bins for wine and beer," I observed, "but nothing in them." Then as I measured the space before me with my eye, "It runs under 185 THE MILLIONAIRE BABY me whole housa See, it is much larger thaxi '^he room above." "Yes," she mechanically repeated I lowered the lantern to the floor but quickly raised it again. "What is that on the other side ?" I queried. "I am sure there is a break in the wall over in that comer." "I can not see," she gasped; certainly she was very much frightened. "Are you going to cross the floor ?" "Yes; and if you do not wieh to follow me, iit down on these steps — " "No, I will go where you go; but this is very fearful. Why, what is the matter?" I had stepped aside in order to avoid a trail of footprints I saw extending aorosa the cellar floor. "Come around this way," I urged. "If you will follow me I will keep you from being too much frightened." She did as I told her. Softly her steps feU in behind mine, and thus with wary tread and peering eyes we made our way to the r^ mote end, where we found — or rather where I found — that the break which I had noticed 186 BEHIXD THE WALL in the uniformitT of tlie wall was occasuled bv a pile of old boxes, arranged so as to make steps up to a hole cut tbrougli the floor above. With a sharp movement I wheeled upon her. "Do you see that V I asked, pointing back over my shoulder. * 'Steps,'' she cried, "going up into that part of the building where — where — " *'Will you attempt them with me? Or will you stay here, in the darkness ?" "I— wiU— stay— here." It was said with shortened breath; but she seemed less frightened than when we started to cross the cellar. At all events a fine look of daring had displaced the tremulous aspect which had so changed the character of her countenance a few minutes before. "I will make short work of it," I assured her as I hastily ran up the steps. "Drop your face into your hands and you will not be con- scious of the darkness. Besides, I will talk to you all the time. There I I have worked my way up through the hole. I have placed my lantern on the floor above and I see — What! are you coming?" *'Tes, I am coming." 187 ..HE MILLIONAIRE BABY ^ ^leed, she was close beside me, inaintain- icg her footing on the toppling boxes by a grip on my disengaged arm. "Can you see?" I asked. ''Wait! let me pull you up; we might as well stand on the floor as on these boxes." Climbing into the room above, I offered her my hand, and in another moment we stood together in the noisome precincts of that abom.inable spot, with whose doleful story she had just made me acquainted. A square of impenetrable gloom confronted me at the first glance — what might not be the result of a second ? I turned to consult the appearance of the lady beside me before I took this second look. Had she the strength to stand the ordeal ? Was she as much moved — or possibly more moved than myself ? As a woman, and the in- timate friend of the Ocumpaughs, she should be. But I could not perceive that she was. For some reason, once in view of this mysr terious place, she was strangely, inexplicably, impassibly calm. "You can bear it ?" I queried, "I must— K>nly end it quickly." 188 behi:n'd the wall "I will/' I replied, and I held out mj lan- tern. I am not a superstitious man, but instinct- ively I looked up before I looked about me. I Lave no doubt that Mrs. Carew did the same. But no stains were to be seen on those black- ened boards now; or rather, they were dark with one continuous stain; and next moment I was examining with eager scrutiny the place itself. Accustomed to the appearance of the cheer- ful and well-furnished room on the other side of the partition, it was a shock to me (I will not say what it was to her) to meet the bare decaying walls and mouldering appurtenances of this dismal hole. True, we h-ad just come from a description of the place in all the neg- lect of its many years of desolation, yet the smart finish of the open portion we had just left poorly prepared us for what we here en- countered. But the first impression over — an impres- sion which was to recur to me many a night afterward in dreams — I remembered the nearer and more imperative cause which had dra^vn us thither, and turning the light into each 189 THE MILLIONAIRE BABY and every corner, looked eagerly for what I so much dreaded to find. A eouch to which some old onsMons still clung stood against the farther wall. Thank God! it was empty; so were all the corners of the room. Nothing living and — nothing dead! Turning quickly upon Mrs. Carew, I made haste to assure her that our fears were quite unfounded. But she was not even looking my way. Her eyes were on the ground, and she seemed merely waiting — in some impatience, evident- ly, but yet merely waiting — for me to finish and be gone. This was certainly odd, for the place was calculated in itself to rouse curiosity, especially in one who knew its story. A table, thidc with dust and blurred with dampness, still gave tokens of a bygone festivity — among which a bottle and some glasses stood conspicuous. Cards were there too, dingy and green with mould — some on the table — some on the floor; while the open lid of a small desk pushed up dose to a book-case full of books, still held a ruaty pen and the remnants of what looked 100 BEHIXD THE WALL like the mouldering sheets of unused paper. As for the rest^ — desolation, neglect, horror — but no child. The relief was enormous. "It is a dreadful place/' I exclaimed; "but it might have been worse. Do you want to see things nearer? Shall we cross the floor?" "Is'o, no. We have not found Gwendolen; let us go. Oh, let us go!'' A thrill of feeling had crept into her voice. Who oould wonder? Yet I was not ready to humor her very natural sensibilities by leav- ing quite so abruptly. The floor interested me; the cushions of that old couch interested me; the sawn boards surrounding the hole — indeed, many things. "We will go in a moment," I assured her; "but, first, cast your eyes along the floor. Don't you see that some one has preceded us here; and that not so very long ago ? Some one with dainty feet and a skirt that fell on the ground; in short, a woman and — a lady!" "I don't see," she faltered, very much frightened; then quickly: "Show me, show me. I pointed out the marks in the KeaTj dust 191 THE MILLIOXAIEE BABY of the long neglected floor; they were umnia- takable. ''Oh!" she cried^ ^Vhat it is to be a de- tective ! But who conld have been here ? Wh.o would want to be here ? I think it is horrible myself, and if I were alone I should faint from terror and the close air." "We will not remain much longer," I as- sured her, going straight to the couch. "I do not like it either, but — " "What have you found now ?" Her voice seemed to come from a great dis- tance behind me. Was this on account of the state of her nerves or mine? I am willing to think the latter, for at that moment my eye took in two unexpected details. A dent as of a child's head in one of the mangy sofa- pillows and a crushed bit of colored sugar which must once have been a bit of choice confectionery. "Some one besides a lady has been here," I decided, pointing to the one and bringing back the other. "See! this bit of candy is quite fresh. You must acknowledge that This was not walled up years ago with the rest of the things we see about us." 192 BEHI^^D THE WALL Her eyes stared at the sugary morsel I held out toward her in my open palm. Then she made a sudden inish which took her to the side of the couch. ^'Gwendolen here?" she moaned. "Gwendo- len here ?" "Yes," I began; '^do not— " But she had already left the spot and was backing toward the opening up which we had come. As she met my eye she made a quick turn and plimged below. "I must have air," she gasped. With a glance at the fioor over which she had so rapidly passed, I hastily followed her, smiling grimly to myself. Intentionally or un- intentionally, she had by this quick passage to and fro effectually confused, if not entirely ob- literated, those evidences of a former intru- sion which, with misguided judgment, I had just pointed out to her. But recalling the still more perfect line of footprints left below to which I had not called her attention, I felt that I could afford to ignore the present mis- hap. As I reached the cellar bottom I called to her, for she was already half-way across. 193 ♦ THE MILLIONAIRE BABY **Di(i you notice where the boards had been sawed?" I asked. "The sawdust is still on the floor, and it smells as fresh as if the saw had been at work there yesterday." ^'No doubt, no doubt," she answered back over her shoulder, still hurrying on so that I had to run lest she should attempt the steps in utter darkness. AVhen I reached the floor of the bungalow the was in the open door panting. Watch- ing her with one eye, I drew back the trap into place and replaced the rug and the three nails I had loosened. Then I shut the slide of the lantern and joined her where she stood. "Do you feel better ?" I asked. "It was a dismal quarter of an hour. But it was not a lost one." She drew the door to and locked it before she answered; then it was with a question. "WTiat do you make of all this, Mr. Trevitt?" I replied as directly as the circumstances demanded. "Madam, it is a startling answer to the question you put me before we first left your house. You asked then if the child in the wa^n was Gwendolen. How could it have 194 BEHIXD THE WALL been she with this eWdence before us of her hav- ing been concealed here at the very time that wagon was being driven awav from — " ^^I do not think yon have reason enough — '^ she began and stopped, and did not speak again till we halted at the foot of her ovm porch. Then with the frank accent most in keeping with her general manner, however much I might distrust both accent and man- ner, she added as if no interval had inter- vened: ^Tf those signs you noted are proofs to you that Gwendolen was shut up in that walled-off portion of the btmgalow while some were seeking her in the water and others in the wagon, then where is she nowf* 195 xin "we shall have to begin again " It was a leading question which I was not sur- prised to see accompanied bj a very sharp look from beneath the cloudy wrap she had wound about her head. ^'You suspect some one or scHnething/' con- tinued Mrs. Carew, with a return of the in- definable maimer which had characterized her in the beginning of our interview. '^Whom ? What?" I should have liked to answer her candidly, and in the spirit, if not the word?, of the prophet of old, but her womanliness disarmed me. With her eyes on me I could get no further than a polite acknowledgment of de- feat "Mrs. Carew, I am all at sea. We shall have to begin again." "Yes," she answered like an echo — was it sadly or gladly? — "you will have to begin again." Then with a regretful accent: "And 196 "WE SHALL HAVE TO BEGIN AGAIN " I can not help yon, for I am going to sail tomorrow. I positively mnst go. Cablegrams from the other side hurry me. I shall have to leave Mrs. Ocumpangh in the midst of her distress.'' "^Vhat time does your steamer sail, Mrs. CareTv ?" "At five o'clock in the afternoon, from the Cunard docks." "Nearly sixteen hours from now. Perhaps fate — or my efforts — will favor us before then with some solution of this disheartening prob- lem. Let us hope so." A quick shudder to hide which she was reaching out her hand, when the door behind us opened and a colored girl looked out Instant- ly and with the slightest possible loss of self- possession Mrs. Carew turned to motion the intruder back, when the girl suddenly blurted out: "Oh, Mrs. Carew, Harry is so restlees. He is sleepy, he says " "I will be up instantly. Tell him that I ^-ill be up instantly." Then as the girl dis- appeared, she added, wixh sl quiclv smile: "You see I haven't any toys for him. Not 197 THE MILLIONAIRE BABY being a mother I forgot to put them in his trunk." As though in response to these words the maid again showed herself in the doorway. "Oh, Mrs. Carew," she eagerly exclaimed, "there's a little toy in the hall here, brought over by one of Mrs. Ocumpaugh's maidi. The girl said that hearing that the little boy fretted, Mrs. Ocumpaugh had picked out one of her little girl's playthings and sent it over with her love. It's a little horse, ma'am, with curly mane and a long tail. I am sure 'twill just please Master Harry." Mrs. Carew turned upon me a look brim- ming with feeling. "What thoughtfulness ! ^Vhat self-control I" she cried. "Take up the horse, Dinah. It was one of Gwendolen's favorite pla}i:hings," she explained to me as the girl vanished I did not answer. I was hearing again in my mind that desolate cry of "Philo ! Philo ! Philo!" which an hour or so before had rung down to me from Mrs. Ocumpaugh's open window. There had been a wildness in the tone, which spoke of a tossing head on a feverish pillow. Certainly an irreconcilable 198 "WE SHALL HAVE TO BEGIX AGAlK'* picture with the one just suggested by Mrs. Carew of the considerate friend sending out the toys of her lost one to a neighbor's peevish child. Mrs. Carew appeared to notice the preoc- cupation with which I lingered on the lower step. "You like children," she hazarded. "Or have you interested yourself in this matter purely from business reasons?" "Business reasons were sufficient," was my guarded reply. But I like children very much. I should be most happy if I could see this little Harry of yours nearer. I have only seen him from a distance, you know." She drew back a step ; then she met my look squarely in the moonlight. Her face was flushed, but I attempted no apology for a presumption which could have but one excuse. I meant that she should understand me if I did not her. "You must love children," she remarked, but not with her usual correctness of tone. Then before I could attempt an answer to the im- plied sarcasm a proud light came into her eyes, and with a gracious bend of her fine 199 THE MILLIOIS^AIKE BABY figure she met my Wk with one equally as frank, and cheerfully declared: "You shall. Come early in the morning." In another moment she had vanished in- side and closed the door. I was defeated for the nonce, or else she was all she appeared to be and I a dreaming fool. 200 XIV ESPIONAGE As I moved slowly awaj into the night the question thu^ raised in my own mind assumed greater and more vital consequence. Was she a true woman or what my fears pictured her — the scheming, unprincipled abductor of Gwendolen Ocumpaugh? She looked true, sometimes acted so ; but I had heard and seen what would rouse any man's suspicions, and though I was not in a position to say : "Mrs. Carew, this was not your first visit to that scene of old tragedy. You have been there before, and with Gwen- dolen in your arms," I was morally certain that this was so ; that Mrs. Ocumpaugh's most trusted friend was responsible for the disap- pearance of her child, and I was not quite sure that the child was not now under her very roof. It was very late by this time, but I meant, if possible, to settle some of these doubts before I left the neighborhood of the cottage. 201 THE MILLIOXAIKE BABY How ? By getting a glimpse of Mrs. Carew with her mask off ; in the company of the child, if I could compass it; if not, then entirely alone with her own thoughts, plans and sub- tleties. It was an act more in line wdth my partner's talents than my own, but I could not afford to let this deter me. I had had my chance with her, face to face. For hours I had been in her company. I had seen her in various stages of emotion, sometimes real and some- times assumed, but at no moment had I been sure of her, possibly because at no moonent had she been sure of me. In our first visit to the bungalow; in her own little library, during the reading of that engrossing tale by which she had so evidently attempted to lull my suspicions awakened by her one irrepres- sible show of alarm on the scene of Gwendolen's disappearance, and afterward when she saw that they might be so lulled but not dispelled ; in the cellar; and, above all, in that walled- off room where we had come across the signs of Gwendolen's presence, wkicli even she could not disavow, she kad felt my eyes upon her and made me conscious that she had so felt 202 ESPIOISTAGE them. Xow she must believe them removed, and if I could but gain the glimpse 1 speak of I should see this woman as she was. I thought I could manage this. I had listened to the maid's steps as she returned up stairs, and I believed I knew in what direction thej had tended after she reached the floor above. I would just see if one of the windows on the south side was lighted, and, if so, if it was in anj way ac- cessible. To make my way through the shrubbery without rousing the attention of any one in- side or out required a circumspection that tried me greatly. But by dint of strong self-con- trol I succeeded in getting to the vantage- place I sought, without attracting attention or causing a single window to fly up. This re- assured me, and perceiving a square of light in the dark mass of wall before me I peered about among the trees overlooking this part of the building for one I could climb without too much difficulty. The one which looked most feasible was a maple with low-growing branches, and throw- ing off my coat I was soon half-way to ita 203 THE MILLIOXAIEE BABY top and on a level, or nearly no, with the window on which I had fixed mj eje. There were no curtains to this window — the house being half dismantled in anticipa- tion of Mrs. Carew's departure — but it was still protected by a shade, and this was drawn down, nearly to the ledge. But not quite. A narrow space intervened which, to an eye placed where mine was, of- fered a peep-hole of more or less satisfactory proportions, and this space, I soon saw^, widened perceptibly from time to time as the wind caught at the shade and blew it in. With utmost caution I shifted my position till I could bring my eye fairly in line with the interior of this room, and finding that the glimpse given revealed little but a blue wall and some snowy linen, I waited for tlie breeze to blow that I might see more. It came speedily, and in a gust which lifted the shade and thus disclosed the whole inside of the room. It was an instantaneous glimpse, but in that moment the picture projected up- on my eye satisfied me that, despite my doubts, despite my causes for suspicion, I had been doing this woman the greatest injustice in 204 ESPIONAGE supposing that her relations to the child she had brought into her home were other than she had made out She had come up as she had promised, and had seated herself on the bed with her face turned toward the window. I could thus catch its whole expression — an expression this time involuntary and natural as the feelings which prompted it The child, with his newly-ob- tained toy clutched in one hand, knelt on the coverlet with his head pressed against her breast, saying his prayers. I could hear his soft murmur, though I could not catch the words. But sweet as was the sight of his little "white-clad form burying its head, with its mass of dusky curls, against the breast in which he most confided, it was not this alone which gave to the moment its almost sacred character. It was the rapturous look with which Mrs. Carew gazed down on this little head — the mother- look, which admits of nothing false, and which when once seen on a woman's face, whether she be mother in fact or mother only in heart — idealizes her in the mind for ever. Eloquent with love and holy devotion the 205 THE MILLIONAIRE BABY scene flashed upon mj eyes for a moment and was gone. But that moment made its impression, and settled for good and all the question with which I had started upon this adventure. She luas the true woman and I was the dreaming fool. As I realized this I also realized that three days out of the seven were gona 206* XY A PHANTASM I certainly had every right to conclude that this would end my adventures for the day. But I soon found that I was destined to have yet another experience before returning to ray home in Xew York. The Tveather had changed during the last hour and at the moment I emerged from the shadows of the hedge-row into the open space fronting the Ocumpaugh dock, a gleam of lightning shot across the west and by it I Baw what looked like the dusky figure of a man leaning against a pile at the extreme end of the boat-house. Something in the immo- bility maintained by this figure in face of the quick flashes which from time to time lit up the scene, reminded me of the presence I had come upon hours before in front of Mrs. Ca- rew's house; and moved by the instinct of my calling, I took advantage of the few minutes yet remaining before train time, to make my way in its direction, cautiously, of course, and 207 THE MILLIONAIRE BABY with due allowance for the possible illumi- nation following those fitful bursts of light which brought everjtliing to view in one mo- ment, only to plunge it all havk into the profoundest obscurity the next. I had two motives for my proceeding. One, as I say, sprang from the natural instinct of investigation; the other was kindlier and lees personal. I did not understand the meaning of the posture which this person had now assumed; nor did I like it Why should this man — why should any man stand like this at the dead of night staring into waters, which, if they had their tale to tell, had not yet told it — unless his interest in the story he read there was linked with emotions such as it was my bus- iness to know ? For those most openly con- cerned in Gwendolen's loss, the search had ceased; why, then, tliis lone and lingering watch on the part of one w^ho might, for all I knew, be some over-zealous detective, but who I was rather inclined to believe was a person much more closely concerned in the child's fate, viz: the next helr-in-law, Mr. Rathbone. If it were he, his presence there savored of mys- 208 A PHAXTASAI tery or it savored of the tragic The latter seemed the more likely hypothesis, judging from the expression of his face, as seen by me under the lantern. It behooved me then to ap- proach him, but to approach him in the shadow of the boat-house. What passed in the next few minutes seemed to me unreal and dreamlike. I was tired, I suppose, and so more than usually sus- ceptible. iSTight had no unfamiliar effects for me, even night on the borders of this great river; nor was my occupation a new one, or the expectation I felt, as fearful and absorb- ing as tliat with which an hour or two before I had raised my lantern in that room in which the doleful mystery of half a century back, trenched upon the still more moving mystery of to-day. Yet, that experience had the sharp- ness of fact; while this had only the vagueness of a phantasm. I was very near him but the lightning had ceased to flash, and I found it impossible to discern whether or not the fonn I had oome there to identify, yet lingered in its old po- ^sition against the pile. I therefore awaited the next gleam with 209 THE MILLIONAIRE BABY great aiixiety, an anxiety only partly allevi- ated by the certainty I felt of hearing the faint, scarcely recognizable sound of his breath- ing. Had the storm passed over? Would no more flashes (3ome ? Ah, he is moving — that is a sigh I hear — no detective's exclamation of impatience, but a sufferer's sigh of depression or remorse. What was in the man's mind? A steamboat or some equally brilliantly il- luminated craft was passing, far out in the channel ; the shimmer of its lights gave sudden cheer to the distant prospect; the churning of its paddles suggested life and action and ii^ re-sistibly drew my eye^ that way. Would his follow? Would I find his attitude 'changed ? Ah ! the long delayed flash has come and gone. He is standing there yet, but no longer in an attitude of contemplation. On the con- trary, he is bending over the waters search- ing with eager aspect, where so many had searched before him, and, in the instant, as his face and form leaped into sight, I beheld his clenched right hand fall on his breast and heard on his lips the one word — ''Guilty!" 210 XVI "an all-conquebing beauty " I was one of the first to procure and read a Xew York paper next morning. Would I discover in the columns any hint of the preceding day's events in Yonkers, -which, if knoym, must for ever upset the yragon theory? Xo, that secret was still mv secret, only shared by the doctor, who, so far as I understood him, had no intention of breaking his self- imposed silence till his fears of some disaster to the little one had received confirmation. I had therefore several hours before me yet for free work. The first thing I did was to hunt up Miss Graham. She met me with eagerness ; an eagerness I found it difiicult to dispel with my disappoint- ing news in regard to Doctor Pool. ''He is not the man," said I. ''Can you think of any other ?" She shook her head, her large gray eyes 211 THE MILLIONAIRE BABY showing astonishment and what I felt bound to regard as an honest bewilderment "I wish to mention a name," said I. ''One I know?'' she asked. "Yes." "I know of no other person capable of wrong- ing that child." ''You are probably right. But there is a gentleman — one interested in the family — a man with something to gain — " "Mr. Rathbone ? You must not mention him in any such connection. He is one of the best men I know — kind, good, and oh, so sensitive! A dozen fortunes wouldn't tempt a man of his stamp to do any one living a wrong, let alone a little innocent child." "I know ; but there . are other temptations greater than money to some men; infinitely greater to one as sensitive as you say he is. What if he loved a woman ! What if his only hope of winning her — " "You must not think that of him," she again interposed. "Nothing could make a villain of him. I have seen him too many times in cir- cumstances which show a man's character. He is good through and through, and in all that 212 ^^A.X ALL-COXQUEEIXG BEAUTY " concerns Gwendolen, honorable to the core. I once saw him save her life at the risk of his own." "You did? When? Years ago?'^ "!tTo, lately; within the last year." "Tell me the circumstances." She did. They were convincing. As I listened, the phantasm of the night before as- sumed fainter and fainter proportions. When she had jSjiished I warmly remarked that I was glad to hear the story of so heroic an act And I was. Xot that I ascribed too deep a significance to the word which had escaped ]\Ir. Rathbone on the dock, but because I was glad to have my instinctive confidence in the man verified by facts. It seemed to clear the way before me. "Ellie," said I (it seemed both natural and proper to call her by that name now), ^'what explanation would you give if, under any cir- cumstances (all circumstances are }X)ssible, you know), you heard this gentleman speak of feeling guilty in connection with Gwendolen Ocumpaugh ?" *^I should have to know the circumstanoes," was her quiet answer. 213 THE MILLIONAIRE BABY "Let me imagine some. Say that it waa night, late night, at an hour when the most hardened amongst us are in a peculiarly re- sponsive condition ; say that he had been spend- ing hours near the house of the woman he had long loved but had quite despaired of winning in his greatly hampered condition, and with the fever of this longing upon him, but re- strained by emotions the nature of which we can not surmise, had now found his way down to the river — to the spot where boats have clus- tered ajid men crouched in the gruesome and unavailing search we know of; say that he hung there long over the water, gazing down in silence, in solitude, alone, as he thought, with his own conscience and the suggestions offered by that running stream where some still think, despite facts, despite all the proba- bilities, that Gwendolen has found rest, and when his heart was full, should be seen to strike his breast and utter, with a quick turn of his face up the hill, this one word, ^Guilty' r "Wtat would I think? This: That being overwrought by the struggle you mention (a struggle we can possibly understand when we 214 *'AN AlX-CONQUEKIXG BEAUTY '' consider the unavoidable conscio"iisnes3 which must be his of the great change which would be effected in all his prospects if Gwendolen should not be found), he gave the name of guilt to feelings which some would call simply hu- man." "Ellie, you are an oracle." This thought of hers had been my thought ever since I had had time really to reflect upon the matter. ^'I won- der if you will have an equally wise reply to give to my next question?" ^'I can not say. I speak from intuition; I am not really wise." ^'Intuition is above wisdom. Does your in- tuition tell you that Mrs, Carew is the true friend she professes to be to Mrs. Ocum- paugh ?" ''Ah, that is a different thing!" The clear brow I loved — there! how words escape a man! — lost its smoothness and her eyes took on a troubled aspect, while her words came slowly. "I do not know how to answer that offhand. Sometimes I have felt that her very soul was knit to that of Mrs. Ocumpaugh, and again I have had my doubts. But never deep ones; 215 THE MILLIOKAIEE BABY never any such as would nmke it easy for me to answer the question you have just put me." "Was her love for Gwendolen sincere?" I asked. "Oh, yes; oh, yes. That is, I always thought so, and with no qualification, till some- thing in her conduct when she first heard of Gwendolen's disappearance — I can not describe it — ^gave me a sense of disappointment. She was shocked, of course, and she was grieved, but not hopelessly so. There was something lacking in her manner — we all felt it; Mrs. Ocumpaugh felt it, and let her dear friend go the moment she showed the slightest inclina- tion to do so." "There were excuses for Mrs. Carew, just at that time," said I. "You forget the new interest which had come into her life. It was natural that she should be preoccupied." "With thoughts of her little nephew?" re- plied Miss Graham. "True, true ; but she had been so fond of Gwendolen! You would have thought— But why all this talk about Mrs. Carew ? You don't believ6 — ^you surely can not believe — " "That Mrs. Carew is a charming woman! 216 "AN ALL-CONQUERING BEAUTY '* Ob, yes, but I do. Mr. Ratbbone sbows good taste." "Ab, is sbe tiie one?'' "Did you not know it?" "No; yet I bave seen tbem together many times. Now I understand much that bas al- ways been a mystery to me. He never pressed his suit; be loved, but never harassed her. Ob, he is a good man !" This with emphasis. "Is sbe a good woman?" Miss Graham's eyes suddenly fell, then rose again until they met mine fully and frankly. "I bave no reason," said sbe, '*to believe her otherwise. I have never seen anything in her to hinder my esteem; only — " "Finish that ^only.'" ^*Sbe does not appeal to me as many lesa gifted women do. Perhaps I am secretly jealous of the extreme fondness Gwendolen bas always shown for her. If so, the fault is in me, not in her." What I said in reply is not germane to this story. After being assured by a few more discreet inquiries in some other perfectly safe quarters that Miss Graham's opinion of Mr. Ratbbone 217 THE MILLIOKAIRE BABY was shared bj those who best knew him, I re- turned to the one spot most likely to afford me a clue to, if no explanation of, this elusive mystery. What did I propose to myself? First, to revisit Mrs. Carew and make the acquaint- ance of the boy Harry. I no longer doubted his being just what she called him, but she had asked me to call for this purpose and I had no excuse for declining the invitation, even if I had desired to do so. Afterward — ^but first let us finish with Mrs. Carew. As she entered her reception-room that morning she looked so bright — that is, with the instinctive brightness of a naturally vivacious temperament — that I wondered if I had been mistaken in my thought that she had had no sleep all that night, simply because many of the lights in her house had not been put out till morning. But an inspection of her face revealed lines of care, which only her smile could ef- face, and she was not quite ready for smiles, affable and gracious as she showed herself. Her first words, just as I expected, were: "There is nothing in the papers about the child in the wagon." 218 ''A^ ALL-COi^^QUERING BEAUTY " *'l^o; everything does not get into tile papers.'' '^Will what we saw and what we found in the bungalow last night?'' "I hardly think so. That is our own special clue, Mrs. Carew — if it is a clua" ^^You seem to regard it as such." With a shiTig I declared that we had oomfl upon a mystery of some kind, ^'But the child is not dead ? That you feel demonstrated — or don't you?" '^As I said last night, I do not know what to think. Ah; is that tlie little boy?" "Yes," she gaily responded, as the glad step of a child was heard descending the stairs. ^'Hari-y! come here, Harry!" she cried, with that joyous accent which a child's presence seems to call out in some women. "Here is a gentleman, who would like to shake hands with you." A sprite of a child entered; a perfect sun- beam irradiating the whole room. If, under the confidence induced by the vision I had had of him on his knees the night before, any sus- picion remained in my mind of his being Gwendolen Ocumpaugh in disguise, it vanished 210 THE MILLIOISTAIRE BABY at sight of the fearless head, lifted high in boyish freedom, and the gay swish, swish of the whip in his nervous little hand. "Harry is playing horse," he cried, gallop- ing toward me in what he evidently considered true jockey style. I made a gesture and stopped him. "How do you do, little man ? What did you say your name is ?" "Harry," this very stoutly. "Harry what? Harry Carew?" "jSTo, Harry; just Harry." "And how do you like it here?" "I like it; I like it better than my old home." "Where was your old home?" "I don't know. I didn't like it" "He was with uncongenial people, and he is very sensitive," put in Mrs. Carew, softly. "I like it here," he repeated, "and I like the big ocean. I am going on the ocean. And I like horses. Get up, Dandy!" and he cracked his whip and was off again on his imaginary trot I felt very foolish over the doubts I haxi SO openly evinced. This was not only a boy 220 "AN ALL-CONQUERIXG BEAUTY '' to the marrow of his bones, but he was, as any eye could see, the near relative she called him. In my embarrassment I rose ; at all events I soon found myself standing near the door with Mrs. Carew. "A fine fellow !'' I enthusiastically ex- claimed; ^^and startlingly like you in expres- sion. He is your nephew, I believe ?" '^es," she replied, somewhat wistfully I thought I felt that I should apologize for — well, perhaps for the change she must have discerned in my manner. "The likeness caused me a shock. I was not prepared for it, I suppose." She looked at me quite wonderingly. "I have never heard any one speak of it before. I am glad that you see it" And she seemed glad, very glad. But I know that for some reason she was gladder yet when I turned to depart How- ever, she did not hasten me. "What are you going to do next?" she in- quired, as she courteously led the way through the piles of heaped-up boxes and baskets, the number of which had rather grown than di- 221 THE MILLIONATRE BABY minished since my visit the evening before; "Pardon mj asking.'^ "Kesort to my last means/^ said 1. "See and talk with Mrs. Ocumpaugh." An instant of hesitation on her part, so short, however, that I could hardly detect it, then she declared : *'But you can not do that" *^Why not?'' "She is ill; I am sure that they will let no one approach her. One of her maids was in this morning. She did not even ask me to come over." "I am sorry," said I, 'Tout I shall make the effort. The illness which affects Mrs. Ocumpaugh can be best cured by the restora- tion of her child." "But you have not found Gwendolen?" she replied. "!N"o; but I have discovered footprints on the dust of the bungalow floor, and, as you know, a bit of candy which looks as if it had been ci-ushed in a sleeping child's hand, and I am in need of every aid possible in order to make the most of these disco verie?. They may point the way to Gwendolen's present 222 "AN ALL-CO:N^QU:ERmG BEAUTY " "whereabouts and they may not. But they shall be given every chance/' "Whoop ! get up ! get up !" broke in a child- ish voice from the upper landing. "Am I not right?" I asked. "Always; only I am sorry for Mrs. Ocum- paugh. May I tell you — " as I laid my hand upon the outer door-knob — "just how to ap- proach her?" "Certainly, if you will be so good.** "I would not ask for Miss Porter. Ask for Celia; she is Mrs. Ocumpaugh's special maid. Let her carry your message — if you feel that it will do any good to disturb her." "Thank you; the recommendation is valu- abla Good morning, Mrs. Carew. I may not see you again; may I wish you a safe journey ?" "Certainly; are we not almost friends?" Why did I not make my bow and go? There was nothing more to be said — at least by me. Was I held by something in her man- ner? Doubtless, for while I was thus reason- ing with myself she followed me out on to the porch, and with some remark as to the beauty of the morning, led me to an opening in the 223 THE MILLIOISTAIRE BABY vines, whence a fine view could be caught of the river. But it was not for the view she had brought me there. This was evident enough from her manner, and soon she paused in her observa- tions on the beauties of nature, and with a strange ringing emphasis for which I was not altogether prepared, remarked with feeling: "I may be making a mistake — I was al- ways an unconventional woman — ^but I think you ought to know sometliing of Mrs. Ooum- paugh^s private history before you see her. It is not a common one — at least it has its romantic elements — and an acquaintance with some of its features is almost necessary to you if you expect to approach her on so delicate a matter with any hope of success. But perhaps you are better informed on this subject than I supposed? Detectives are a mine of secret intelligence, I am told; possibly you have already learned from some other source the story of her marriage and home- coming to Homewood and the peculiar circum- stances of her early married life ?" "]^o," I disclaimed in great relief, and I have no doubt with unnecessary vivacity. 224 ''AX ALL-COXQUERIXG BEAUTY " *'0n the contrary, I have never heard any- thing said in regard to it," ''Would you like to ? Men have not the curiosity of women, and I do not wish to hore you, but — I see that I shall not do that" she exclaimed. ''Sit down, Mr. Trevitt; I shall not detain you long; I have not much time myself." As she sank into a chair in saying this, I had no alternative but to follow her example- I took pains, however, to choose one which brought me into the shadow of the vines, for I felt some embarrassment at this new turn in the conversation, and was conscious that I should have more or less difficulty in hiding my only too intense interest in all that con- cerned the lady of whom we were speaking. "Mrs. Ocumpaugh was a western woman," Mrs. Carew began softly; ''the oldest of five daughters. There was not much money in the family, but she had beauty, a commanding, all-conquering beauty; not the beauty you see in her to-day, but that exquisite, persuasive loveliness which seizes upon the imagination as well as moves the heart I have a picture of her at eighteen — but never mind that" 225 THE MILLIOJS^ AlEE BABY Was it affection for her friend which made Mrs. Carew's always rich voice so very mel- low? I wdshed I knew; but I was successful, I think, in keeping that wish out of my face, and preserving my manner of the simply po- lite listener. "Mr. Ocumpaugh was on a hunting trip,'' she proceeded, after a slight glance mj way. "He had traveled the world over and seen beau- tiful women everywhere; but there was some- thing in Marion Allison which he had found in no other, and at the end of their first in- terview he determined to make her his wifa A man of impulses, but also a man of steady resolution, Mr. Trevitt. Perhaps you know this ?" I bowed. "A strong man," I remarked. "And a romantic one. He had this inten- tion from the first, as I have said, but he wished to make himself sure of her heart. He knew how his advantages counted ; how hard it is for a woman to disassociate the man from his be- longings, and having a spirit of some daring, he resolved that this 'pearl of the west' — so I have heard him call her — should marry the man and not his money." 2S6 "AN ALL-CONQUERIXG BEAUTY '' "Was he as wealthy then as now V^ "Almost Possibly he was not quite such a power in the financial world, but he had Home- wood in almost as beautiful a condition as now, though the new house was not put up till after his marriage. He courted her — not as the landscape painter of Tennysons poem — but as a rising young business man who had made his way sufficiently to give her a good home. This home he did not have to describe, since her o^ti imagination immediately pio tured it as much below the one she lived in, as he was years younger than her hard- worked father. Delighted with this naivete, he took pains not to disabuse her mind of the simple prospects with which she was evidently so well satisfied, and succeeded in marrying her and bringing her as far as our station below there, without her having the least suspicion of the splendor she was destined for. And now, Mr. Trevitt, picture, if you can, the scene of that first aiTival. I have heard it described by him and I have heard it described by her. He was dressed plainly; so was she; and lest the surprise should come before the proper mo- ment, he had brought her on a train little pat- 227 THE MILLIOKAIEE BABY fonized bj his friends. The sumptuousness of the solitary equipage standing at the depot plat- form must, in consequence, have struck her all the more forcibly, and when he turned and asked her if she did not admire this fine turn-out, you can imagine the lovely smile with which she acknowledged its splendor and then turned away to look up and do\\TL for the street-car she expected to take with him to their bridal home. ^^He says that he caught her back with the re- mark that he was glad she liked it because it was hers and many more like it. But she insists that he did not say a word, only smiled in a way to make her see for whom th.e carriage door was being held open. Such was her entrance into wealth and love and alas! into trouble. For the latter followed hard upon the two first. Mr. Ocumpaugh's mother, who had held sway at Homewood for thirty years or more, was hard as the nether millstone. She was a Rathbone and had brought both wealth and aristocratic connections into the family. She had no sympathy for penniless beauties (she was a very plain woman herself) and made tliose first few years of her daugh- 228 '^AN ALL-COXQUEEIXG BEAUTY " ter-in-laVs life as nearly miserable as any woman's can be who adores her husband I have heard that it was a common experience for this sharp-tongued old lady to taunt her with the fact that she brought nothing into the family but herself — ^not even a towel; and when two years passed and no child came, the bit- ing criticisms became so frequent that a cloud fell over the young wife's sensitive beauty, which no after happiness has ever succeeded in fully dispelling. ]VIatters went better after Gwendolen came, but in reckoning up the pos- sible defects in Mrs. Ocumpaugh's character you should never forget the t^vist that may have been given to it by that mother-in-law.'' '^I have heard of Madam Ocumpaugh," I remarked, rising, anxious to end an interview whose purport was more or less enigmatic to me. "She is dead now — ^happily. A woman like that is accountable for much more than she her- self ever realizes. But one thing she never succeeded in doing : she never shook Mr. Ocum- paugh's love for his wife or hers for him. Whether it was the result of that early ro- mantic episode of which I have spoken, op 229 THE MILLIONAIRE BABY whether their natures are peculiarly congenial, the bond bet^veen them has been one of excep- tional strength and purity." ^^It will be their comfort now," I remarked. Mrs. Carew smiled, but iu a dubious way that added to my perplexity and made me ques- tion more seriously than ever just what her motive had been in subjecting me to tliese very intimate reminiscences of one I was about to approach on an errand of whose purport she could have only a general idea. Had she read my inmost soul ? Did she wish to save her friend, or save herself, or even to save me from the result of a blind use of such tools as were tlie only ones afforded me? Impossible to determine. She was at this present moment, as she had always been, in fact, an unsolvable problem to me, and it was not at this hurried time and with such se- rious work before me that I could venture to make any attempt to understand her. "You will let me know the outcome of your talk with Mrs. Ocimipaugh ?" she cried, as I moved to the front of the porcL It was for me to look dubious now. I could make no such promise as that 230 "AN ALL-COXQUERIXG BEAUTY ^^ ^'I will let jou know the instant there is anj good news," I assured her. And with that I moved off, but not before hearing the peremptory command with which she entered the house: "I^ow, Dinah, quick !" Evidently, her preparations for departure were to be pushed. 231 xvn IN THE QEEEN BOUDOIB So far in this narrative I have kept from tlie reader nothing but an old experience of which I was now to make use. This ex- perience involved Mrs. Ocumpaugh, and was the cause of the confidence which I had felt from the first in my ability to caiTy this search through to a successful termination. I be- lieved that in some secret but as yet undiscov- ered way, it offered a key to this tragedy. And I still believed this, little as I had hitherto accomplished and blind as the way continued to look before me. Nevertheless, it was with anything but a cheerful heart that I advanced that morning through the shrubbery toward the Ocumpaugh mansion. I dreaded the interview I had determined to seek. I was young, far too young, to grapple with the difiiculties it involved; yet T saw no way of avoiding it, or of saving either Mrs. IN THE GREEN BOHDOIE Ocumpaugh or myself from the suffering it in- volved. Mrs. Carew had advised that I should first see the girl called Celia. But Mrs. Carew knew nothing of the real situation. I did not wish to see any girl. I felt that no such in- termediary would answer in a case like this. Xor did I choose to trust Miss Porter. Yet to Miss Porter alone could I appeal. The sight of a doctor's gig standing at the side door gave me my first shock. Mrs. Ocum- paugh was ill, then, really ill. Yet if I came to make her better? I stood irresolute till I saw the doctor come out ; then I walked boldly up and asked for Miss Porter. Just what Mrs. Carew had advised me not to do. Miss Porter came. She recognized me, but only to express her sorrow that Mrs. Ocum- paugh was totally unfit to see any one to-day. '^ot if he brings news?" "I have news, but of a delicate natura I should like the privilege of imparting the same to Mrs. Ocumpaugh herself." "Impossible." 233 THE MILLIONAIRE BAJBY "Excuse me, if I urge it'' "She can not see you. The doctor who has just gone says that at all hazards she must be kept quiet to-day. Won't Mr. Atwater do? Is it — is it good news ?" "That, Mrs. Ocumpaugh alone can aayc" "See Mr. Atwater; I mil call him." "I have nothing to say to /im." "But-" "Let me advise you. Leave it to Mrs. Ocum- paugh. Take this paper up to her — it is only a sketch — and inform her that the person who drew it has something of importance to say either to her or to Mr. Atwater, and let her de- cide which it shall be. You may, if you wish, mention my name." "I do not understand." *^ou hold my credentials," I said and smiled. She glanced at the paper I had placed in her hand. It was a folded one, fastened some- thing like an envelope. "I can not conceive, — " she began. I did not scruple to interrupt her. "Mrs. Ocumpaugh has a right to the priv- ilege of seeing what I have sketched there," 234 m THE GREElSr BOUDOIR I said with what impressiveness I could, though my heart was heavy with doubt. "Will you believe that what I ask is for the best and take this envelope to her ? It may mean the ul- timate restoration of her child." "This paper?'' ''Yes, Miss Porter." She did not try to hide her incredulity. ''I do not see how a picture — yet you seem very much in earnest — and 1 know she has con- fidence in you, she and Mr. Ocumpaugh, too. I will take it to her if you can assure me that good will come of it and no more false hopes to destroy the little courage she has left" ''I can not promise that, I believe that she will vAsh to receive me and hear all I have to say after seeing what that envelope contains. That is as far as I can honestly go." ''It does not satisfy me. If it were not for the nearness of Mr. Ocumpaugh's return, I would have nothing to do with it. He must hear at Sandy Hook that some definite news has been received of his child." "You are right, Miss Porter, he must" "He idolized Gwendolen. He is a man of strong feelings ; vexj passionate and much given 235 THE MILLIOXAIKE BABY to follow the impulse of the moment If his suspense is not ended at the earliest possible instant, the results may be such as I dare not contemplate." "I know it; that is why I have pushed mat- ters to tliis point You will cany that up to her?" "Yes; and if—" *'jN'o ifs. Lay it before her where she sits and come awaj. But not beyond call. You are a good woman — I see it in your face — do not watch her as she unfolds this paper. Per- sons of her temperament do not like to have their emotions observed, and this ^vill cause her emotion. That can not be helped, Miss Porter. Sincerely and honestly I tell you that it is impossible for her best friends to keep her from suffering now; they can only strive to keep that suffering from becoming perma- nent" "It is a hard task you have set me," com- plained the poor woman; %ut I will do wlmt I can. Anything must be better for Mrs. Ocum- paugh than the suspense she is now laboring under." "Remember," I enjoined, with the full force 236 m THE GEEEX BOUDOIR of mj secret anxiety, "that no eye but hers must fall upon this dra^-ing. Not that it would convey meaning to anybody but herself^ but because it is her affair and her afFair only, and you are the woman to respect another per- son's affairs." She gave me a final scrutinizing look and left the room. "God grant that I have made no mistake!'* was the inward prayer with which I saw her depart. My fervency was sincere. I was myself frightened at what I had done. And what had I done? Sent her a sketch dra^Ti by myself of Doctor Pool and of his office. If it recalled to her, as I felt it must, the remembrance of a certain memorable visit she had once paid there, she would receive me. When Miss Porter reentered some fifteen minutes later, I saw that my hazardous attempt liad been successful. "Come,'' said she; but with no cheerful alac- rity, rather with an air of gloom. "Was — ^was Mrs. Ocumpaugh very much disturbed by what she saw?'* "I fear so. She was half-asleep when I 237 THE MILLIONAIEE BABY "went in, dreaming as it seemed, and pleas- antly. It was cruel to disturb her; indeed I had not the heart, so I just laid the folded paper near her hand and waited, but not too near, not within sight of her face. A few minutes later — interminable minutes to me — I heard the paper rattle, but I did not mova I was where she could see me, so she knew that she was not alone and presently I caught the sound of a strange noise from her lips, then a low cry, then the quick inquiry in sharp- er and more peremptory tones than I had ever before heard from her, ^ Where did this come from ? Who has dared to send me this V I advanced quickly. I told her about you and your desire to see her; how you had asked me to bring her up this little sketch so that she would know that you had real business with her; that I regretted troubling her when she felt so weak, but that you promised revela- tions or some such thing — at which I thought she grew very pale. Are you quite convinced that you have news of sufficient importance to warrant the expectations you have raised in herr "Let me see her," I prayed, 238 IN THE GREEN BOUDOIR She made a sign and we both left the room. Mrs. Ocumpaugh awaited me in her own boudoir on the second floor. As we went up the main staircase I was afforded short glimpses of room after room of varying rich- ness and beauty, among them one so dainty and delicate in its coloring that I presumed to ask if it were that of the missing child. Miss Porter's look as she shook her head roused my curiosity. ^^I should be glad to see her room," I said. She stopped, seemed to consider the matr ter for a moment, then advanced quickly and, beckoning me to follow, led me to a certain door which she quietly opened. One look, and my astonishment became apparent The room before me, while large and sunny, was as sim- ple, I had almost sail as bare, as my sister^s at home. No luxurious furnishings here, no draperies of silk and damask, no half-lights drawing richness from stained glass, no gleam of silver or sparkle of glass on bedecked dresser or carved mantel. Not even the tinted muslins I had seen in some nurseries; but a plain set of furniture on a plain carpet with but one object of real adornment within the four walla. 239 THE MILLIOXAIEE BABY That was a pictxire of the Madonna opposite the bed, and that was beautiful But th.e frame was of the cheapest — a simple band of oak. Catching Miss Porter's eye as we quietly withdrew, I ventured to ask whose taste this was. The answer was short and had a decided ring of disapproval in it "Her mother's. Mrs. Ocumpaugh believes in simple surroundings for children." "Yet she dressed Gwendolen like a princess." "Yes, for the world's eje. But in her own room she wore gingham aprons whicJi effect- ually covered up her ribbons and laces." The motive for all tMs was in a way evi- dent to me, but somehow what I had just seen did not add to my courage for the coming in- terview. We stopped at the remotest door of this long halL As Miss Porter opened it I summoned up all my nerve, and the next moment found myself standing in the presence of the imposing figure of Mrs. Ocumpaugh drawn up in the embrasure of a large window overlooking th.e Hudson. It was the same window, doubtless, 340 IN THE GREEN BOUDOIR in wkich she had stx)od for t\vc nights and a day watching for some sign from the boats en- gaged in dragging the river-bed. Her back was to me and she seemed to find it difficult to break away from her fijxed attitude; for several minutes elapsed before she turned slowly about and showed me her face. When she did, I stood appalled. Not a vesr tige of color was to be seen on cheek, lip or brow. She was the beautiful Mrs. Ocumpaugh still, but the heart which had sent the hues of life to her features, was beating slow — slow — and the effect was heartbreaking to one who had seen her in her prime and the full glory of her beauty as wife and mother. ^Tardon," I faltered out, bowing my head as if before some powerful rebuke, though her lips were silent and her eves pleading rather than accusing. Truly, I had ventured far in daring to recall to this woman an hour which at this miserable time she probably would give her very life to forget. ^Tardon," I repeated, with even a more humble intonation than be- fore, for she did not speak and I hardly knew how to begin the conversation. Still she said nothing, and at last I found myself forced to 241 THE MILLIONAIKE BABY break the unbearable silence by some definite remark. "I have presumed/^ I therefore continued, advancing but a step toward her who made no advance at all, "to send you a hurried sketch of one who says he knows you, that you might be sure I was not one of the many eager but irresponsible men who offer help in your great trouble without understanding your history or that of the little one to whose seemingly unac- countable disappearance all are seeking a clue." *^My history!" The words seemed forced from her, but no change in eye or look accompanied them; nor could I catch a motion of her lips when she presently added in a far-away tone inexpress- ibly affecting, ^^Her history! Did he bid you Bay that?" "Doctor Pool? He has given me no com- mands other than to find the child. I am not here as an agent of his, I am here in Mr. Ocumpaugh's interest and your own; with some knowledge — a little more knowledge than others have perhaps — to aid me in the business of recovering this child. Madam, the police are seeking her in the holes and slums of the 242 m THE GREEIT BOUDOIR ^reat city and at the hands of desperate ckar- acters who make a living out of the terrors and griefs of the rich. But this is not where I ghould look for Gwendolen Ocumpaugh. I should look nearer, just as you have looked nearer; and I should use means which I am sure have not commended themselves to the po- lice. These means you can doubtless put in my hands, A mother knows many things in connection with her child which she neither thinks to impart nor would, under any ordi- nary circimistances, give up, especially to a stranger. I am not a stranger; you have seen me in Mr. Ocumpaugh's confidence; Avill you then pardon me if I ask what may strike you as impertinent questions, but which may lead to the discovery of the motive if not to the method of the little one's abduction?" "I do not understand — " She was trying to shake off her apathy. "I feel confused, sick, almost like one dying. How can I help ? Haven't I done everytliing? I believe that she strayed to the river and was drowned. I still believe her dead. Otherwise we should have news — real news — and we don't, we don't" The intensity with which she uttered the last THE MILLIONAIKE BABY two words brought a line of red into her gasping lips. She was becoming human, and for a min- ute I could not help drawing a comparison between her and her friend Mrs. Carew as the latter had just appeared to me in her little half-denuded house on the other side of the hedge-row. Both beautiful, but owing their charms to quite different sources, I surveyed this woman, white against the pale green of the , curtain before which she stood, and impercep- tibly but surely the glowing attractions of the gay-hearted widow who had found a child to love, faded before the cold loveliness of this bereaved mother, wan with suffering and alive with terrors of whose depth I could judge from the clutch with which she still held my little sketch. Meanwhile I had attempted some kind oi answer to Mrs. Ocumpaugh's heart-rending appeal. '^We do not hear because she was not taken from you simply for the money her return would bring. Indeed, after hours of action and considerable thinking, I am beginning to doubt if she was taken for money at all. Can you not think of some other motive? Do you 244 IN THE GEEEX BOUDOIK not know of some one who wanted the child from — love, let us saj?" *Tove?'' Did her lips frame it, or did I see it in her ejes? Certainly I heard no sound, yet I was conscious that she repeated the word in her mind, if not aloud. "I know I have startled you," I pursued. "But, pardon me — I can not help my presump- tion — I must he personal — I must even go so far as to probe the wound I have made. You have a claim to Gwendolen not to be doubted, not to be gainsaid. But isn't there some one else who is conscious of possessing certain claims also? I do not allude to Mr. Ocum- paugh." "You mean — some relative — aunt — cooi- sin — " She was fully human now, and very keenly alert. "Mr. Kathbone, perhaps?" "IN'o, Mrs. Ocumpaugh, none of these." Then as the paper rattled in her hand and I saw her eyes fall in terror on it, I said as calmly and respectfully as I could: "You have a secret, Mrs. Ocumpaugh ; that secret I share." The paper trembled from her clasp and fell fluttering downward. I pointed at it and wait- 245 od Ull our • * *v Uiai 1 iia^iit girt jjQr * — » - •♦• »^ «• l.w%4c if not frt>i:. "I WA« a boT in Doctor Pool*! ocnplor tom* five jeari ago, and one dav I pauM>d; the had mads mo a tupplioatin;^ goeturo. "Shall I not go no r* I finallj aakrd. *'Givo mo a minulr/* vaa bar low cotrMtjr. *'0 God! O God! that I should haro thought myself tecurc all lhc«o rears ^^^ two ia the world knowing my fatal •»- "I leanicd it br aorideot, i ^rru <.n, wtjcn I saw her cyo turn again on mine. ''On a oertain night BIX Tcara ago, I waa in tiie ofioe behind an old curuin — jou rememher the curuin hang ing at the left of the doctors table over that break in the book-ahclrea. I had no huatneas there. I had been me^ldling with thinga which did not belong to me and, when I heard the doe- tor's step at the door, waa glad to shrink into this refuge and wait for an opportunity to es- cape. It did not come very ha 1 one patient, then another, i -e Uri yon ; I heard your name and caught a glii..> - :* your faee as you went out It was a rery inter 246 IN THE GREEN BOUDOIR esting storv you told him — I was touched by it though I hardly understood." ^*0h! oh!" She was swaying from side to side, swaying so heavily that I instinctively pushed fonvard a chair. *'Sit," I prayed. "You are not strong enough for this excitement" She glancoil at me viiguely, shook her head, but made no move toward accepting the prof- fered chair. She submitted, however, when I continued to pre^ it upon her; and I felt less a brute and hard-hearted monster when I saw her sitting with folded hands before ma *1 bring tliis up," said I, ''tliat you may un- derstand what I mean when I say that some one else — another woman, in fact, may feel her claim upon this child greater than yours." ''You mean the real mother. Is she known? The doctor swore — " ''I do not know tlie real motlier. I only know that you are not; that to win some toler- ation from your mother-in-law, U> make sure of your husband's lasting love, you won the doctor over to a deception which secured a seeming heir to the Ocumpaughs. Whose 247 THE MILLIO:NArRE BABY cKild was given you, is doubtless known to you—" "^0, no." I stared, aghast. "What! You do not know?" "Xo, I did not wish to. 'Nov was she ever to know me or my name." "Then this hope has also failed. I thought that in this mother, we might find the child's abductor." 248 xvin I had studiously avoided looking at her while these last few words passed between us, but as the silence which followed this final outburst continued, I felt forced to glance her way if only to see what my next move should be. I found her gazing straight at me with a bright spot on either cheek, looking as if seared there by a red-hot iron. "You are a detective," she said, as our re- gards met. "You have known this shameful irecret always, yet have met my husband con- Btantly and have never told.'^ "lN"o, I saw no reason.'' "Did you never, when you saw how com- pletely my husband was deceived, how fortunes were bequeathed to Gwendolen, gifts lavished on her, her small self made almost an idol of, because all our friends, all our relatives saw in her a true Ocumpaugh, think it wicked to hold your peace and let this all go on as if she were 249 THE millio:n'aire baby the actual offspring of my husband and my- self?" "ITo; I may have wondered at your happi- ness; I may have thought of the consequences if ever he found out, but — " I dared not go on; the quick, the agonizing nerve of her grief and suffering had been touched and I myself quailed at the result Stammering some excuse, I waited for her soimdless ang-uish to subside; then, when I thought she could listen, completed my sentence by saying: ''I did not allow my thoughts to stray quite so far, Mrs. Ocumpaugh. Xot till my know- ledge of your secret promised to be of use did I let it rise to any proportion in my mind. I had too much sympathy for your difficul- ties; I have to-day." This hint of comfort, perhaps from the only source which could afford her any, seemed to move her. "Do you mean that you are my friend?" she cried. "That you would help me, if any help were possible, to keep my secret and — my husband's love ?" I did not know how to dash the first spark 250 "YOU LOOK AS IF— AS IF—" of Lope I had seen in her from the beginning of this more than painful interview. To avoid it, I temporized a trifle and answered with ready earnestness: "I would do much, Mrs. Ocumpaugh, to make the consequences of your act as ineffect- ive as possible and still be true to the inter- ests of Mr. Ocumpaugh. If the child can be foimd — ^you wish that? You loved her?" "0 yes, I loved her." There was no mis- taking the wistfulness of her tone, ^^oo well, far too well ; only my husband more." "If you can find her — that is the first thing, isn't it ?" "Yes." It was a faint rejoinder. I looked at her again. ''You do not wish her found/' I suddenly declared. She started, rose to her feet, then suddenly sat again as if she felt that she could not stand. "What makes you say that? How dare you? how can you say that? My husband loves her, I love her — she is our own child, if not by birth, by every tie which endears a child to a parent Has that wicked man — " 251 THE MILLIOXAIKE BABY "Doctor Pool!" I put in, for she stopped, gasping. "Yes; Doctor Pool, whom I wish to God I had never seen — has he told joti any such lies as that ? the man who swore — " I put out my hand to calm her. I feared for her reason if not for her life. "Be careful," I enjoined. ".Your walls are thick but tones like yours are penetrating." Then as I saw she would be answered, I re- plied to the question still alive in her face: "Xo; Doctor Pool has not talked of you. I saw it in your o^vn manner, m-adam; it or something else. Perhaps it was something else — another secret which I have not shared" ^e moistened her lips and, placing her two hands on the knobs of the chair in which she sat, leaned passionately forward. Who could say she was cold now? Who could see any- thing but a feeling heart in this woman, beau- tiful beyond all precedent in her passion and her woe? "It is — it was — a secret. I have to confess to the abnormal. The child did not love me; has never loved me. Lavish as I have been in my affection and caresses, she has never 252 "YOU LOOK AS IF— AS IF— '^ done aught but endure them. Though she be> lieves me her o^ti motlier, she ha3 shrunk from me with all the might of her nature from the very first. It was God's punishment for the lie by which I strove to make my hi^band be- lieve himself the father which in God's provi- dence he was not. I have borne it ; but my life has been a living hell. It was that you saw in my face — nothing else." I was bound to believe her. The child had made her suffer, but she was bent upon recov- ering her— of course. I dared not contem- plate any other alternative. Her love for her husband precluded any other desire on her part. And so I admitted, when after a mo- mentary survey of the task yet before me, 1 ventured to remark: "Then we find ourselves once more at the point from which we started. Where shall ^ve look for his child? Mrs. Ocumpaugh, perhaps it would aid us in deciding this ques- tion if you told me, sincerely told me, why you had such strong belief in Gwendolen's having been drowned in the river. You did believe this— I saw you at the window. You are not an actress like your friend— you ex- 253 THE MILLIONAIRE BABY, pected to see her body drawn from those waters. For twenty-four hours you expected it, though every one told you it was impossi- ble. Why V She crept a step nearer to me, her tones growing low and husky. ^'Don't you see ? I — I — thought that to es- cape me, she might have leaped into the water. She was capable of it Gwendolen had a strong nature. The struggle between duty and re- pulsion made havoc even in her infantile breast Besides, we had had a scene that morning — a secret scene in which she showed absolute terror of me. It broke my heart, and when she disappeared in that mysterious way — and — and — one of her shoes w^as found on the slope, what was I to think but that she had chosen to end her misery — this child ! this babe I had loved as my own flesh and blood ! — in the river where she had been forbidden to go?" ^'Suicide by a child of six! You gave an- other reason for your persistent belief, at the time, Mrs. Ocumpaugh." "Was I to give this one?" "ISTo; no one could expect you to do that, even if there had been no secret to preserve 254 '^YOU LOOK AS IF— AS IF—" and the ckild had been your ovm. But the child did not go to the river. You are oon- vinced of that now, are you not?" ''Yes." "Where then did she go ? Or rather, to what place was she taken? Somewhere near; somewhere within easy reach, for the alarm soon rose and then she could not be found. Mrs. Ocumpaugh, I am going to ask you an apparently trivial and inconsequent question. Was Gwendolen very fond of sweets?" "Yes." She was sitting upright now, staring m.e in the face in unconcealed astonishment and a lit- tle fear. "What sort of candy — pardon me if I seem impertinent — had you in your house on the Wednesday the child disappeared ? Any which she could have got at or the nurse given her ?" "There were the confections brought by the caterer; none other that I know of; I did not indulge her much in sweets." "Was there anything peculiar about these confections either in taste or appearance ?" "I didn't taste them. In appearance they were mostly round and red, with a brandied, 255 THE MILLIONAIEE BABY cherry inside. Why, sir, why do you ask? What have these miserable lumps of sugar to do with Gwendolen?" ''Madam, do you recognize this?" I took from my pocket the crushed mass of colored sugar and fruit I had picked up from tlie musty cushions of the old sofa in the walled-up room of the bungalow. She took it and looked up, staring. ''It is one of them," she cried. "Where did you get it? You look as if — as if — " "I had come upon a clue to Gwendolen? Madam, I believe I have. This candy has been held in a hot little hand. Miss Graham or one of the girls must have given it to her as she ran through the dining-room or across the side veranda on her way to the bungalow. She did not eat it offhand; she evidently fell asleep before eating it^ but she clutched it very tight, only dropping it, I judge, when her mus- cles were quite relaxed by sleep; and then not far; the folds of her dress caught it, for — " "What are you telling me ?" The interrup- tion was sudden, imperative. "I saw Gwen- dolen asleep; she held a string in her hand but no candy, and if she did — " 256 ^'YOU LOOK AS IF— AS IF—'' ^'Did you examine both hands, madam? Think! Great issues hang on a right set- tlement of this fact Can jou declare that she did not have this candy in one of her little hands V ''Xo, I can not declare that" "Then I shall always believe she did, and this same sweetmeat, this morsel from the table set for your guests on the afternoon of the sixte'jnth of this month, I found last night in 'Jje disused portion of the bungalow walled up hj Mr. Ocumpaugh's father, but made ac- cessible since by an opening let into the floor from the cellar. This latter I was enabled to reach by means of a trap-door cx)ncealed under the rug in the open part of this same building." '^I — I am all confused. Say that again," she pleaded, starting once more to her feet, ^ut this time without meeting my eyes. "In ihe disused part of the bungalow ? How came fou there? !N'o one ever goes there — it is a forbidden place." "The child has been there — and lately." "Oh I" her fingers began to tremble and twist themselves together. "You hav*e some- 257 THE MILLIONAIRE BABY thing more than this to tell me. Gwendolen has been found and — " her looks became un- certain and wandered, as I thought, toward the river. "She has not been found, but the woman who carried her into that place will soon be discovered.'^ ^'How? WhyT I had risen by this time and could answer her on a level and face to face. "Because the trail of her steps leads straight along the cellar floor. We have but to meas- ure these footprints.'' "And what?— what?" "We find the abductor." A silence, during which one long breath issued from her lips. "Was it a man's or woman's steps ?" slie finally asked. "A woman's, daintily shod; a woman of about the size of — " "Who? W^hy do you play with my an- guish ?" "Because I hate to mention the name of a friend." "Ah! What do you know of my friends?" 2m "YOtJ LOOK AS IF— AS IF— '^ '^iSTot mucli. I happened to meet one of them, and as she is a very fine woman with exquisitely shod feet, I naturally think of her." ''What do you mean?'' Her hand was on my arm, her face close to mine. ''Speak! speak I the name!'' ''Mrs. Carew." I had purposely refrained up to this mo- ment from bringing this lady, even by a hint, into the conversation. I did it now under an inner protest But I had not dared to leave it out. The footprints I alluded to were staitlingly like those left by her in other parts of the cellar floor; besides, I felt it my duty to see how :\Irs. Ocumpaugh bore this name, notwithstanding my almost completely restored confidence in its owner. She did not bear it well. She flushed and turned quickly from my side, walking away to the window, where she again took up her stand. ''You would have shown better taste by not following your first impulse," she remarked. "Mrs. Careers footsteps in that old cellar! You presume, sir, and make me lose cjonfi- dence in your judgment," 259 THE MILLION" AIKE BABY *'Xot at all. Mrs. Carew's feet have been all over that cellar floor. She accompanied me through it last night, at the time I found this crushed bonbon." I could see that Mrs. Ocrompaugh was amazed, well-nigh confounded, but her man- ner altered from that moment. "Tell me about it." And I did. I related the doubts I Lad felt concerning the completeness of tJie police investigation as regarded the bungalow; my visit there at night with Mrs. Carew, and the discoveries we had made. Then I alluded again to the footprints and the important clue they offered. "But the child?" she interrupted "Where is the child? If taken there, why wasn't she found there? Don't you see that your con- elusions are all wild — incredible? A dream? An impossibility ?" "I go by the signs," I replied. "There seems to be nothing else to go by." "And you want — you intend, to measure those steps?" "That is why I am here, Mrs. Ocumpaugh. To request permission to continue this in- 260 i ^^YOU LOOK AS IF— AS IF—" ves-tigation and to ask for the key to the bungalow. ^Irs. CareVs is no longer avail- able; or rather, I should prefer to proceed witJiout it" With sudden impulse she advanced rap- idly toward me. ''^\liat is Mrs. Carew doing this morning?" she asked. ''Preparing for departure. She is quite resolved to sail to-day. Do you wish to see her ? Do you wish her confirmation of my story ? I think she will come, if you send for her.'" ''There is no need." This after an instant^s hesitation. "I have perfect confidence in Mrs. Carew; and in you too/' she added, with what she meant for a kind look. She was by nature without coquetry, and this attempt to please, in the midst of an overwhelming distress ab- sorbing all her faculties, struck me as the most pitiful effort I had ever seen. My feel- ing for her made it very hard for me to pro- ceed. "Then I may go on ?" I said. "Of course, of course. I don't know where tiie key is; I shall have to give orders. You 261 THE MILLIONAIRE BABY will wait a few minutes, somewhere in one of the adjoining rooms, while I look up Mr. Atwater ?" "Certainly." She was trembling, feverish, impatient. "Shall I not look up Mr. Atwater for you ?" I asked. "IS'o. I am feeUng better. I can go my- seK." In another moment she had left the room, having forgotten her own. suggestion that I should await her return in some adjoining apartment 362 XIX FEENZY rive minutes— ten minutes — elapsed and I became greatly impatient. I walked the floor; I stared from the vrindow; I did everything I could think of to pass away these unendurable moments of suspense with cred- itable self-possession. But I failed utterly. As the clock ticked off the quarter hour, and then the half, I grew not only impatient but seriously alarmed, and flinging down the book I had taken up as a last resort, stepped from the room, in the hope of coming across some one in the hall whom I could interro- gate. ^ But the house seemed strangely quiet, and when I had walked the full length of the hall without encountering either maid or mistress, I summoned up courage to return to the room I had left and ring the bell. Xo answer, though I waited long for it Tliinking that I had not pressed the but- 263 THE MILLIONAIEE BABY ton hard enough, I made a second attempt, but again there was no answer. Was anything amiss? Had she — My thought did not complete itself. In sudden apprehension of I knenjv not what, I dashed from the room and made my way down stairs without further ceremony. The unnatural stillness which had attracted my attention above was repeated on the floor below. ^0 one in the rooms, no one in the passages. Disturbed as I had not been yet by any- thing which had occurred in connection ^\itli this harrowing affair, I leaped to the nearest door and stepped out on the lawn. My first glance was toward the river. All was as usual there. With my worst fears dispelled, but still a prey to doubts for which as yet I had no name, I moved toward the kitchen windows, expecting of course to find some one there who would explain the situa- tion to me. But not a head appeared at my call. The kitchen, too, was deserted. ^'This is not chance," I involuntarily ex- claimed, and was turning toward the stables when I perceived a child, the son of one of 264 FREXZY the gardeners, crossing the lawn at a ran, and hailing him, asked where ever)'bodj had gone that the house seemed deserted. He looked back but kept on running, shout- ing as he did so: ^^I guess they're all down at the bungalow! I'm going there. ]^Ien are digging up the cellar. Mrs. Ocimipaugh says she's afraid Miss Gwendolen's body is buried there." Aghast and perhaps a trifle conscience- stricken, I stood stock-still in the sunshine. So this was what I had done ! Driven her to frenzy; roused her imagination to such a point that she saw her darling — always her dar- ling even if another woman's child — lying under the clay across which I had attempted simply to prove that she had been carried. Or— no! I would not think that! A de- tective of my experience outwitted by this stricken, half-dead woman whom I had trem- bled to see try to stand upon her feet? Im- possible! Yet the thought brought the blood to my cheek. Digging up the bungalow cellar! That meant destroying those footprints before I had secured a single impression of the same. 265 The million aike baby I should have roused her curiosity only, not her terror. ISTow all might be lost unless I could ar- rive in time to — do what? Order tbe work stopped? With what face could I do that with her standing by in all the authority of motherhood — frenzied motherhood — seeking the possible body of her child ! My affair certainly looked dubious. Yet I started for the bungalow like the rest, and on a run, too. Perhaps Providence would favor me and some expedient suggest itself by which I might still save the clue upon which so many hopes hung. The excitement which had now dra^vn every person on the place in the one direction, was at its height as I burst through the thicket into the path running immediately about the bungalow. Those who could get in at the door had done so, filling the room whence Gwendolen had disappeared, with awe-struck men and chattering women. Some had been allowed to descend through the yawning trap- door, down which all were endeavoring to peer, and, fortified by this fact, I armed my- self with an appearance of authority despite my sense of presumption, and pushed and 266 I FREXZY worked my own way to these steps, saying that I had come to aid Mrs. Ocumpaugh, whose attention I declared I Lad been the first to direct to this place. Struck with my manner if not with my argument, they yielded to my importimity and allowed nue to pass do^m. The stroke of the spade and the harsh voice of the man direct- ing tlie work greeted my disquieted ears. With a bound I cleared the last half-dozen steps and, alighting on the cellar bottom, was soon able, in spite of the semi-darkness, to look about me and get some notion of the scene. A dozen men were working — the full corps of gardeners without doubt — and a single glance sufficed to show me that such of the surface as had not been upturned by their spades had been harried by their footsteps. Useless now to promulgate my carefully formed theory, with any hope of proof to substantiate it The crushed bonbon, the piled-up boxe3 and the freshly sawed hole were enough without doubt to establish the fact that the child had been carried into the walled-up room above, but the link which would have fixed 267 THE MILLIOXAIRE BABY the identity of the pei^on so carrying her was gone from my chain of evidence for ever. She who should have had the greatest interest in establishing this evidence was leaning on the arm of Miss Porter and directing, with wa- vering finger and a wild air, the movements of the men^ who, in a frenzy caught from her own, dug here and dug there as that in- exorable finger pointed. Sobs choked Miss Porter; but Mrs. Ocum- paugh was beyond all such signs of grief. Her eyes moved; her breast heaved; now and then a confused command left her lips, but that was all. Yet to me she was absolutelv terrifying, and it took all the courage left from my disappointment for me to move so as to attract her attention. When I saw that I had succeeded in doing this, I regretted the impulse which had led me to break into her mood. The change which my sudden ap- pearance caused in her was too abrupt; too startling. I feared the effects, and put up my hand in silent deprecation as her lips essayed to move in what might be some very disturb- ing command. If she heeded it I can not say. What she said was this: 268 PREK2Y "It's the child— I'm looking for the child! She was brought here. You proved that she was brought here. Then why don't we find her, or — or her little innocent body?" I did not attempt an answer; I dared not — I merely turned away into a corner, where I should be out of the way of the men. A thought was rising in my mind; a thought; which might have led to some definite action if her voice had not risen shrilly and with a despairing utterance in these words: "Useless! It is not here she will be found. I was mad to think it Pull up your spades and go." A murmur of relief from one end of the cellar to the other, and every spade was drawn out of the ground. "I could have told you," ventured one more hardy than the rest, "that there was no use disturbing this old clay for any such purpose. Any one could see that no spade has been at work here before in years." "I said that I was mad," she repeated, and waved the men away. Slowly they retreated with clattering spades and a heavy tread. The murmur which 269 THE millio:n"aire baby greeted them above slowly died out, and tlie bungalow was deserted by all but our three selves. When quite sure of this, I turned, and Miss Porter's eyes met mine with a re- proachful glance easy enough for me to un- derstand. ''I will go, too,'' whispered Mrs. Ocum- paugh. ^'Oh ! this has been like losing my darling for the second time !" Real grief is unmistakable. Recognizing the heartfelt tone in which these words were uttered, I recurred to the idea of frenzy with all the sympathy her situation called for. Yet I felt that I could not let her leave before we had come to some understanding. But how express myself? How say here and now in the presence of a s^nnpathetic but unenlightened third party what it would certainly be dif- ficult enough for me to utter to herself in the privacy of that secluded apartment in which we had met and talked before our confidence was broken into by this impetuous act of hers. ISTot seeing at the moment any natural way out of my difficulties, I stood in painful con- fusion, conscious of Miss Porter's eyes and also conscious that unless some miracle came 270 I FREXZY to mj assistance I must hencefortii play but a sorry figure in this affair, ^vhen my eyes, which had fallen to the ground, chanced upon a morsel of paper so insignificant in size and of such doubtful appearance that the two ladie: must have wondered to see me stoop and with ill-concealed avidity pick it up and place it in my pocket. Mrs. Ocumpaugh, whose false strength was fast leaving her, now muttered some words which were quite unintelligible to me, though they caused Miss Porter to make me a motion very expressive of a dismissal. I did not ac- cept it as such, however, without making one effort to regain my advantage. At the foot of the steps I paused and glanced back at Mrs. Ocumpaugh. She was still looking my way, but her chin had fallen on her breast-, and she seemed to sustain herself erect only by a powerful effort Again her pitiable and humiliating position appealed to me, and it was with some indication of feeling that I finally said: '^Am I not to have an opportimity of fin- ishing the conversation so unhappily inter- rupted, Mrs. Ocumpaugh? I am not satis- 271 XX "what do tou know?" I was glad of that half-hour. I, too, wanted a free moment in which to think and exam- ine the small scrap of paper I had picked up from this cellar floor. In the casual glance I had given it, it had seemed to offer me a fresh clue, quite capable of replacing the old one ; and I did not change mj mind on a second examination; the shape, the hue, the few words written on it, even the musty smell pervading it, all going to prove it to be the one possible link which could reunite the chain whose continuity I had believed to be gone for ever. Eejoicing in my good luck, yet conscious of still moving in very troubled waters, I cast a glance in the direction of Mrs. Carew's house, from the door of the bungalow whence I had seen Mrs. Ocumpaugh depart, and asked myself why Mrs. Carew, of all persons in the vicinity, had been the only one to hang back 274 "WHAT DO YOU KNOy^V' from this scene of excitement. It was not like her to hide herself at such a crisis (how invariably she had followed me in each and every visit I had paid here!), and though I remembered all her reasons for pre-occupation, her absence under the present conditions bore an aspect of guilt which sent my mind working in a direction which was not entirely new to me, but which I had not as yet resolutely faced. Guilt ! The word recalled that other and similar one uttered by Mr. Rathbone in that adventure which had impressed me as so un- real, and still held its place in my mind as something I had dreamed. He was looking up when he said it, up the hill, up toward Mrs. Carew's house. He had struck his own breast, but he had looked up, not down; and though I had naturally asso- ciated the word he had used with himself — and Miss Graham, with a womanly intuition, had supplied me with an explanation of the same which was neither far-fetched nor unnatural, yet all through this day of startling vicissi- tudes and unimaginable interviews, faint doubts, bidden and unbidden, had visited my mind, which at this moment culminated in 276 XX "what do you know?" I was glad of that half-hour. I, too, wanted a free moment in which to think and exam- ine the small scrap of paper I had picked up from this cellar floor. In the casual glance I had given it, it had seemed to offer me a fresh clue, quite capable of replacing the old one ; and I did not change my mind on a second examination; the shape, the hue, the few words written on it, even the musty smell pervading it, all going to prove it to be the one possible link which could reunite the chain whose continuity I had believed to be gone for ever. Rejoicing in my good luck, yet conscious of still moving in very troubled waters, I cast a glance in the direction of Mrs. Carew's house, from the door of the bungalow whence I had seen Mrs. Ocumpaugh depart, and asked myself why Mrs. Carew, of all persons in the vicinity, had been the only one to hang back 274 "WHAT DO YOU KNO^WV' from this scene of excitement It was not like her to hide herself at such a crisis (how invariably she had followed me in each and every visit I had paid here!), and though I remembered all her reasons for pre-occupation, her absence under the present conditions bore an aspect of guilt which sent my mind working in a direction which was not entirely new to me, but which I had not as yet resolutely faced. Guilt! The word recalled that other and similar one uttered by Mr. Rathbone in that adventure which had impressed me as so un- real, and still held its place in my mind as something I had dreamed. He was looking up when he said it, up the hill, up toward Mrs. Carew's house. He had struck his own breast, but he had looked up, not down; and though I had naturally asso- ciated the word he had used with himself — and Miss Graham, with a womanly intuition, had supplied me with an explanation of the same which was neither far-fetched nor unnatural, yet all through this day of startling vicissi- tudes and unimaginable interviews, faint doubts, bidden and unbidden, had visited my mind, which at this moment culminated in 276 THE MILLIONAIRE BABY what I might call the irresistible question as to whether he might not have had in mind some one nearer and dearer than himself when he uttered that accusing word Her position, as I saw it now, did not make this supposition too monstrous for belief; that is, if she secretly loved this man who did not dare, or was too burdened with responsibility, to woo her. And who can penetrate a woman^s mind ? To give him — possibly without his knowledge — what every one who knew him de- clared him to stand in special need of — money and relief from too exacting work — might have seemed motive enough to one of her warm and impulsive temperament, for eliminating the child she cared for, but not as she cared for him. It was hard to think it; it would be harder yet to act upon it; but the longer I stood there brooding, the more I felt my conviction grow that from her and from her alone, we should yet obtain definite traces of the missing child, if only Mrs. Ocumpaugh would uphold me in the attempt. But would Mrs. Ocumpaugh do this? I own that I had my doubts. Some hidden cause or instinct which I had not been able 276 "WHAT DO YOU KNOW ?" to reach, though I had plunged deep into the most galling secrets of her life, seemed to stand in the way of her full acceptance of the in- jury I believed her to have received from Mrs. Carew; or rather, in the way of her public acknowledgment of it. Though she would fain have this upturning of the bungalow cel- lar pass for an act of frenzy, I could not quite bring myself to look upon it as such since taking a final observation of its condition- Though her professed purpose had been to seek the body of her child, the spades had not gone deeper than their length. It had been harrowing, not digging, she had ordered, and harrowing meant nothing more than an obliteration of the footprints which I had menaced her with comparing mth those of Mrs. Carew. Why this show of consideration to one she might call friend, but who could hold no comparison in her mind with the safety or recovery of the child which, if not hers, was the beloved object of her husband's heart and only too deeply cherished by her- self? Did she fear her charming neighbor? Was the bond between them founded on some- ihing besides love^ and did she apprehend 277 THE MILLIOIS^AIRE BABY that a discovery of Mrs. Carew's connection witii Gwendolen's disappearance would only precipitate her o^n disgrace and open up to public recognition the false relationship she held toward the little heiress ? Hard questions these, but ones which must soon be faced and answered; for wretched as was Mrs. Ocum- paugh's position and truly as I sympathized with her misery, I was none the less resolved to force such acknowledgments from her as would allow me to approach Mrs. Carew with a definite accusation such as even that daring spirit could not withstand. Thus resolved, and resisting all temptation to hazard an interview with the latter lady before I had seen Mrs. Ocumpaugh again, I made my way up slowly through the grounds and entered by the side door just as my watch told me that the half -hour of my waiting was over. Miss Porter was in the upper ball, but turned aside at my approach with a mean- ing gesture in the direction of the boudoir. I thought that her eyes looked red; certainly she was trembling very much; and with this poor preparation for an interview before which 278 "WHAT DO YOU KXOW r the strongest and most experienced man might quail, I advanced for the second time that morning to the door behind which the dis- tracted mother awaited me. If I knocked I do not remember it I rather think she opened the door for me her- self upon hearing mj step in the hall. At all events we were soon standing again faoe to face, and the battle of our two wills — for it would be nothing less now — had begun. She was the first to speak. Braving my inquiring look with eyes in whose depths de- termination struggled with growing despair, she asked me peremptorily, almost mldly: "Have you told any one? Do you mean to publish my shame to the world? I see decision in your face. Does it mean that ? Tell me ! Does it mean that V^ "No, madam; far be it from me to harbor such an intention unless driven to it by the greatest necessity. Your secret is your own; my only reason for betraying my knowledge of it was the hope I cherished of its affording us some clue to the identity of Gwendolen's abductor. It has not done so yet, may never do so; then let us leave that topic and return 279 THE millio:n^aire baey to the clue offered by the carrying of that child into the long-closed room back of the bungalow. Mrs. Ocumpaugh, intentionally or unintentionally, the proof upon which I relied for settling the identity of the person so car- rying her has been destroyed." With a flush which her seemingly bloodless condition made perfectly startling, she drew back, breaking into wild disclaimers: "I know — I fear — I was too wild — too eager. I thought only of what might lie un- der that floor. '^ ^'In a half-foot of earth, madam? The spades did not enter any deeper." With a sudden access of courage, bom pos- sibly of her despair, she sought neither to at- tempt denial nor palliate the fact ^'And if this was my intention — though I don't acknowledge it — you must recognize my reason. I do not believe — you can not make me believe — that Gwendolen was carried into that room by Mrs. Carew. But I could see that you believed it, and to save her the shame of such an accusation and all that miglit follow from it, I — oh, Mr. Trevitt, you do not think this pos- sible! Do you know so little of the impulses 280 *^WHAT DO YOU KlS^OWr* of a mind, bewildered as mine has been by intolerable suffering ?" *'I can understand madness, and I ^m will- ing to think that you were mad just then — especially as no harm has been done and I can still accuse Mrs. Carew of a visit to that room, with the proof in my hand.'^ "What do you mean?'' The steady voice was faltering, but I could not say with what emotion — hope for herself — doubt of me — fear for her friend ; it might have been any of these ; it might have been all. "Was there a foot- print left, then ? You say proof. Do you mean proof ? A detective does not use that word lightly." "You may be sure that I would not," I returned. Then in answer to the appeal of her whole attitude and expression : "^N'o, there were no footprints left; but I came upon some- thing else which I have sufficient temerity to believe will answer the same purpose. Re- member that my object is first to convince you and afterward Mrs. Carew, that it will be useless for her to deny that she has been in that room. Once that is understood, the rest will come easy; for we know the child 281 THE MILLIONAIRE BABY, was there, and it is not a place she could have found alone." ^The proof !'^ She had no strength for more than that "The proof ! Mr. Trevitt, the proof!" I put my hand in my pocket, then drew it out again empty, making haste, however, to say: "Mrs. Ocumpaugh, I do not want to dis- tress you, but I must ask you a few questions first Do you know the secret of that strange- ly divided room?" "Only in a general way. Mr. Ocumpaugh has never told me." "You have not seen the written account of it?" "1^0." "IsTor given into Mrs. Carew's hand such an account ?" "No." Mrs. CareVs duplicity was assuming defi- nite proportions. "Yet there is such an account and I have listened to a reading of it" "You ?" "Yes, madam. Mrs. Carew read it to me 282 "WHAT DO YOU KNOW V last night in her o^vn house. She told me it came to her from your hands. You see she is not always particular in her state- ments." A lift of the hand, whether in deprecation or appeal I could not say, was all the answer this received. I saw that I must speak with the utmost directness. "This account was in the shape of a letter on several sheets of paper. These sheets were very old, and were torn as well as discolored- I had them in my hand and noticed that a piece was lacking from one of them. Mrs. Ocumpaugh, are you ready to repeat that Mrs. Carew did not receive this old letter from you or obtain it in any way you know of from the house Ave are now in?" ''I had rather not be forced to contradict Mrs. Carew," was the low reply; "but in jusr tice to you I must acknowledge that I hear of this letter for the first time. God grant- but what can any old letter have to do with the agonizing question before us? I am not strong, Mr. Trevitt— I am suffering— do not confuse and burden me, I pray — " "Pardon, I am not saying one imnecessary 283 THE MILLIONAIRE BABY word. These old sheets — a secret from the family — did not come from this house. "Whence, then, did they come into Mrs. Carew^s possession? I see you have forestalled my answer; and if you will now glance at this end of paper, picked up by me in your pres- ence from the cellar floor acro&s which we both know that her footsteps have passed, you will see that it is a proof capable of convict- ing her of the fact" I held out the scrap I now took from my pocket Mrs. Ocumpaugh's hand refused to take it or her eyes to consult it. E'evertheless I still held it out ^Tray read the few words you will find there," I urged. "They are in explanation of the document itself, but they will serve to convince you that the letter to which they were attached, and which is now in Mrs. Carew's hands, came from that decaying room." "JN'o, no!" The gesture which accompanied this exclamation was more than one of refusal, it was that of repulse. "I can not see — I do not need to — I am convinced." "Pardon me, but that is not enough, Mrs. 284 '^WHAT DO YOU KNOWf^ Oeumpaugli. I want you to be certain. Let me read these words. The story they prefaced is unknown to you; let it remain so; all I need to tell you about it is this: that it was written by Mr. Ocumpaugh's father — he who raised this partition and who is the undoubted author of these lines. Remember that they headed the letter: "" 'Perish with the room whose ceiling oozes hlood! If in time to come any man reads these lines, he will know why I 'pulled down the enr circling wall built by my father, and why I raised a new one across this end of the pavil- im/ " Mrs. Ocumpaugh's eyes opened wide in hor- ror. "Blood!" she repeated. "A ceiling oozing blood!" "An old superstition, Mrs. Ocumpaugh, quite unworthy your attention at this moment. Do not let your mind dwell upon that portion of what I have read, but on the word ''room' Terish with the room!' We know what room was meant; there can be but one. I have my- self seen the desk from which these sheets were undoubtedly taken — and for them to be 285 THE MILLIOKAIHE BABY in the hand of a certain person argues — " Mrs. Ocumpangh's hand went up in dissua- sion, but I relentlessly finished — ^'that she has been in that room ! Are you more than con- vinced of this now ? Are you sure ?" She did not need to make reply; eyes and attitude spoke for her. But it was the look and attitude of despair, not hope. Evidently she had the very greatest reason to fear Mrs, Carew, who possibly had her hard side as well as her charming one. To ease the situation, I spoke what was in both our minds. "I see tliat you are sure. That makes my duty very plain, Mrs. Ocumpaugh. My next visit must be upon Mrs. Carew." The spirit which, from the beginning of this later interview, had infused fresh strength into her feeble frame, seemed to forsake her at this simple declaration; her whole form drooped, and the eyes, which had rested on mine, turned in their old way to the river. I took advantage of this circumstance. '^Some one who knows you well, who knows the child well, dropped the wrong shoo into the river." "WHAT DO YOU KNOW V A murmur, nothing more, from Mrs. Ocum- paugh's set lips. ^ 'Could it — I do not say that it was — I don't see any reason why it should be — but could it have been Mrs. Carew V^ Xot a sound this time, not a sound. ^'She Tvas do"^TL at the dock that night Did you know it?" A gesture, but whether of assent or dissent I could not tell. "We know of no other person who was there but the men employed." ''What do you IcnowT' With all her restraint gone — a suffering and despairing woman, Mrs. Ocumpaugh was on her knees, grasping my arm with, both hands. "Quit this torture! tell me that you know it all and leave me to — to — die!'^ "Madam!" I was confounded; and as I looked at her face, strained back in wild appeal, I was more than confounded, I was terrified. "Madam, what does this mean ? Are you — you-" "Lock the door!" she cried; "no one must come in here now. I have said so much ^87 THE MILLIONAIRE BABY tiiat I must say more. Listen and be my friend; oh, be my friend! Those were my footsteps you saw in the bungalow. It was I who carried Owendolen into that secret hole/' ^8? XXI PROVIDENCE Had I suspected this? Had all my efforts for the last half-hour been for the purpose of entrapping her into some such avowal ? I do not know. My ovti feelings at the time are a mystery to me; I blundered on, with a blow here and a blow there, till I hit this woman in a vital spot, and achieved the above mentioned result I was not happy when I reached it I felt no elation; scarcely any relief. It all seemed so impossible. She marked the signs of in- credulity in my face and spoke up quickly, almost sharply: ''You do not believe me. I will prove the truth of what I say. Wait — wait!" — and running to a closet, she pulled out a drawer — where was her weakness now? — and brought from it a pair of soiled white slippers. ''If the house had been ransacked," she proceeded pantingly, "these would have told their own m THE MILLIO]^AIRE BABY tala I was shocked when I saw their con- dition, and kept mj guests waiting till I changed them. Oh, they will fit the footprints/' Her smile was ghastly. Softly she set the shoes down. ^'^rs. Carew helped me; she went for the child at night Oh, we are in a terrible strait, we two, unless you will stand by us like a friend — and you will do that, won't you, Mr. Trevitt? \No one else knows what I have just confessed — not even Doctor Pool, though he suspects me in ways I never dreamed of. Money shall not stand in the way — I have a fortune of my own now — noth.- ing shall st^nd in the way, if you will have pity on Mrs. Carew and myself and help us to preserve our secret'' "Madam, what secret ? I pray you to make me acquainted with the whole matter in all its details before you ask my assistance." "Then you do not know it?" "Xot altogether, and I must know it alto- gether. First, what has become of the child?" "She is safe and happy. You have seen her; you mentioned doing so just now." "Harry ?" "Harry." 290 PHOVIDEls^CE I rose before her in intense excitement What a plot! I stood aghast at its daring and the success it had so nearly met with. ''I've had moments of suspicion/' I admit- ted, after a short examination of this beauti- ful woman's face for the marks of strength which her part in this plot seemed to call for. "But they all vanished before Mrs. Carets seemingly open manner and the perfect boy- ishness of the child. Is she an actress too— Gwendolen ?" ''Xot when she plays horse and Indian and other boyish games. She is only acting out her nature. She has no girl tastes; she is aU boy, and it was by means of these instincts that Mrs. Carew won her. She promised her that if she would leave home and go with her to Europe she would cut her hair and call her Harry, and dress her so that every one would tliink her a boy. And she promised her some- thing else— that she should go to her father- Gwendolen idolizes Mr. Ocumpaugh." "But—" "I know. You wonder why, if I loved my husband, I should send away the one cherished object of hii lifa It is because our love was 291 THE MILLIOKAIRE BABY throatened by this very object. I saw noth- ing but death and chaos before me if I kept her. My husband adores the child, but he hates and despises a falsehood and my secret was threatened by the one man who knows it — your Doctor Pool. My accomplice once, he de- clared himself ready to become my accuser if the child remained under the Ocumpaugh roof one day after the date he fixed for her re- moval." "Ah!'' I ejaculated, with sudden compre- hension of the full meaning of the scrawls I had seen in so many parts of the grounds. "And by what right did he demand this ? What excuse did he give you ? His wish for money, immense money — old miser that he is !" "No; for money I could have given him. His motive is a less tangible one. He has scruples, he says — religious scruples following a change of heart Oh, he was a cruel man to meet, determined, inexorable. I could not move or influence him. The proffer of money only hurt my cause. A fraud had been per- petrated, he said, and Mr. Ocumpaugh must know it Would I confess the truth to him myself ? No. Then he would do so for me 292 PROVIDElSrCE and bring proofs to substantiate bis statements. I thougbt all was lost — my busband's confi- dence, bis love, bis pleasure even in tbe cbild, for it was bis own blood tbat be loved in ber, and ber connection witb bis family of wbose prestige be bas an exaggerated idea. Made desperate by tbe tbougbt, I faced tbis cruel doctor — (it was in bis own office; be bad pr^ sumed upon tbat old secret linking us together to summon me tbere) — and told bim solemnly tbat ratber tban do tbis I would kill myself. And be almost bade me, 'Kill !' but refrained wben tbe word bad balf left bis lips and changed it to a demand for tbe child's imme- diate removal from tbe benefits it enjoyed un- der false pretenses." And from this Mrs. Ocumpaugh went on to relate bow he had told her that Gwendolen had inherited fortunes because she was believed to be an Ocumpaugh; tbat not being an Ocum- paugh she must never handle those fortunes, winding up with some such language as this; "Manage it how you will, only relieve me from the oppression of feeling myself a party to the grossest of deceptions. Can not the child run away and be lost? I am willing to aid 293 THE MILLIONAIRE BABY jou in that, even to paving for her bringing up in some decent, respectable way, such as would probably have been her lot if you had not in- terfered to place her in the way of millions. '^ It was a mad thought, half meant and appar- ently wholly impossible to carry out without raising suspicions as damaging as confession itself. But it took an immediate hold upon the miserable woman he addressed, though she gave little evidence of it, for he proceeded to add in a hard tone: 'That or immediate con- fession to your husband, with me by to sub- stantiate your story. Xo slippery woman^s tricks will go down with me. Eix the date here and now and I promise to stand back and await the result in total silence. Dally with it by so much as an hour, and I am at your gates with a story that all must hear." Is it a matter of wonder that the stricken woman, without counsel and prohibited, from the very nature of her secret, from seeking counsel, ut- tered the first one that came to mind and went home to brood over her position and plan how she could satisfy his demands with the least cost to herself, her husband and the child? Mr. Ocumpaugh was in Europe. This was 294 PEOVIDEXCE her one point of comfort "WTiat was done could be done in his absence, and this fact greatly minimized any risk she was likely to incur. When he returned he would find the house in mourning, for she had already de- cided within herself that only by apparent death could this child be safely robbed of her endowments as an Ocumpaugh and an heiress. He would grieve, but his grief would lack the sting of shame, and so in course of time would soften into a lovely memory of one who had been as the living sunshine to him and, like the sunshine, brief in its shining. Thus and thus only could she show her consideration for him. For herself no consideration was pos- sible. It must always be her fate to know the child alive yet absolutely removed from her. This was a sorrow capable of no alleviation, for Gwendolen was passionately dear to her, all the dearer, perhaps, because the mother- thirst had never been satisfied ; because she had held the cup in hand but had never been al- lowed to drink. The child's future — how to rob her of all she possessed, yet secure her hap- piness and the prospect of an honorable es- tate — ah, there was the difficulty! and one she 295 THE millio:d^aihe baby quite failed to solve till, in a paroxysm of ter- ror and despair, after five sleepless nights, she took Mrs. Carew into her confidence and im- plored her aid. The free, resourceful, cheery nature of the broader-minded woman saw through the diffi- culty at once. ^'Give her to me," she cried. "I love little children passionately and have al- ways grieved over my childless condition. I will take Gwendolen, raise her and fill her lit- tle heart so full of love she will never miss the magnificence she has been brought to look upon as her birthright. Only I shall have to leave this vicinity — perhaps the country." ''And you would be willing ?" asked the poor mother — mother by right of many years of service, if not of blood. The answer broke her heart though it waa only a smile. But such a smile — confident, joyous, triumphant; the smile of a woman who has got her heart's wish, while she, she, must henceforth live childless. So that was settled, but not the necessary- ways and means of accomplishment; those came only with time. Tlie two women had always been friends, so their frequent meet- 296 PHOVIDEHCE ings in the green boudoir did not waken a sus- picion. A sudden trip to Europe was decided on by Mrs. Carew and by degrees the whole plot perfected. In her eyes it looked feasible enough and they both anticipated complete success. Having decided that the scheme as planned by them could be best carried out in the confusion of a great entertainment, cards were sent out for the sixteenth, the date agreed upon in the doctor's office as the one which should see a complete change in Gwendolen's prospects. It was also settled that on the same day Mrs. Carew should bring home, from a certain small village in Connecticut, ber little nephew who had lately been left an orphan. There was no deception about this nephew. Mrs. Carew had for some time supplied his needs and paid for his board in the farm-house where he had been left, and in the emergency which had just come up, she took care to pub- lish to all her friends that she w^as going to bring him home and take him with her to Europe. Further, a market-man and woman with whom Mrs. Carew had had dealings for years were persuaded to call at her house short- ly after three that afternoon, to take this neph- 297 THE MILLIO'A^AIEE BABY ew of hers by a circuitous and prolonged ride through the country to an institution in which she had had him entered under an assumed name. All this in one day. Meanwhile Mrs. Carew undertook to open with her own hands a passage from the cellar of the bungalow into the long closed room be- hind the partition. This was to insure such a safe retreat for the child during the first search, that by no possibility could anything be found to contradict the testimony of the lit- tle shoe which Mrs. Ocumpaugh purposed pre- senting to all eyes as found on the slope lead- ing to that great burial-place, the river. Oth- erwise the child might have been passed over to Mrs. Carew at once. All this being decided upon, each waited to perform the part assigned her — Mrs. Carew in a fever of delight — for she was passionately devoted to Gwendolen and experienced nothing but rapture at the prospect of having this charming child all to herself — Mrs. Ocumpaugh, whose only recom- pense would be freedom from a threatening ex- posure which would cost her the only thing she prized, her husband^s love, in a condition of cold dread, relieved only by the burning 298 proyide:n'ce sense of the necessity of impressing upon tiie whole world, and espe<2ially upon Mr. Ocum- paugh, an absolute belief in the child's death. This was her first care. To this her mind clung with an agony of purpose which was the fittest preparation possible for real display of feeling when the time came. But she forgot one thing — they both forgot one thing — that chance or Providence might ordain that wit- nesses should be on the road below Homewood to prove that the child did not cross the track at the time of her disappearance. To them it seemed enough to plead the child's love for the water, her desire to be allowed to fish, the opportunity given her to escape, and — the lit- tle shoes. Such short-sightedness in face of a great peril could be pardoned Mrs. Ocumpaugh on the verge of delirium under her cold ex- terior, but Mrs. Carew should have taken this possibility into account ; and would have done so, probably, had she not been completely ab- sorbed in the part she would be called upon to play when the exchange of children should be made and Gwendolen be intnisted to her charge within a dozen rods of her own homa This she could dwell on with the whole force 299 THE MILLIONAIRE BABY of her mind; this she could view in all its re- lations and make such a study of as to pro- vide herself against all contingencies. But the obvious danger of a gang of men being placed just where thej could serve as witnessr es, in contradiction of the one fact upon which the whole plot was based, never even struck her imagination. The nurserj-govemess whose heart was di- vided between her duty to the child and her strong love of music, was chosen as their un- conscious accomplice in this fraud. As the time for the great musicale approached, she was bidden to amuse Gwendolen in the bun- galow, with the understanding that if the child fell asleep she might lay her on the divan and so far leave her as to take her place on the bench outside where tlie notes of the solo sing- ers could reach her. That Gwendolen would fall asleep and fall asleep soon, the wretched mother well knew, for she had given her a safe but potent sleeping draft which could not fail to insure a twelve hours' undistur1>ed slumber to so healthy a child. The fact that the little one had shrunk more than ever from her attentions that morning both hurt and en- 800 PHOVIDENCE conraged her. Certainly it would make it easier for Mrs. Carew to influence Gwendolen. In her own mind filled with terrible images of her husband's grief and her long prospect- ive dissimulation, one picture rose in brilliant contrast to tlie dark one embodying her own miserable future and that of the soon-to-be be- reaved father. It was that of the perfect joy of the hungry-hearted child in the arms of the woman she loved best. It brought her cheer- it brought her anguish. It was a salve to her conscience and a mortal thrust in an already festering wound. She shut it from her eyes as much as possible —and so, the hour came. We know its results— how far the scheme succeeded and whence its great failure arose. Gwendolen fell asleep almost immediately on reaching the bungalow and Miss Graham, dreaming no harm and ha^dng the most per- fect confidence in Mrs. Ocumpaugh, took ad- vantage of the permission she had received, and slipped outside to sit on tlie bench and listen to the music. Presently Mrs. Ocum- paugh appeared, saying that she had left her guest? for a moment just to take a look at Gwendolen and see if all were well with her. 301 THE MILLIONAIKE BABY As she needed no attendance, Miss Graham might stay where she was. And Miss Graham did, taking great pleasure in the music, which was the finest she had ever heard. Meanwhile Mrs. Ocumpaugh entered the bungalow, and, untying the child's shoes as she had frequently done before when she found her asleep, she lifted her and carried her just as she was down tlie trap, the door of which she had pre- viously raised. The darkness lurking in such places, a darkness which had rendered it so impenetrable at midnight, was relieved to some extent in daylight by means of little grated openings in the wall under the beams, so that her chief difficulty lay in holding up her long dress and sustaining the hea\y child at the same time. But the exigency of the moment and her apprehension lest Miss Graham should reenter the bungalow before she could finish her task and escape, gave great precision to her movements, and in an incredibly short space of time she had reached those musty precincts which, if they should not prove the death of the child, would safely shelter her from every one's eye, till the first excitement of her loss was over, and the conviction of her 302 PROVIDENCE death by drowning became a settled fact in every mind. Mrs. Ocumpaugti's return was a flight. She had brought one of the little shoes with her, concealed in a pocket she had made especially for it in the trimmings of her elaborate gown. She found the bungalow empty, the trap still raised, and Miss Graham, toward whom she cast a hurried look through the windovr, yet in her place, listening with enthralled atten- tion to the great tenor upon whose magnifi- csent singing Mrs. Ocumpaugh had relied for the successful carrying out of what she and Mrs. Carew considered the most critical part of the plot So far then, all was well. She had but to drop the trap-door carefully to its place, replace the comer of the cai^et she had pulled up, push down with her foot the two or three nails she had previously loosened, and she would be quite at liberty to quit the place and return to her guests. But she found that this was not as easy as she had imagined. The clogs of a terrible, almost a criminal, consciousness held back her steps. She stumbled as she left the bungalow and stopped to catch her breath as if the op- 303 THE MILLIONAIEE BABY pression of the room in which she had im- mured her darling had infected the sunny air of tliis glorious day and made free breatliing an impossibility. The vreights on her feet were go palpable to her that she imconsciously looked down at them. This was how she came to notice the dust on her shoes. Alive to the story it told, she burst the spell which held her and made a bound toward the house. Rushing to her room she shook her skirts and changed her shoes, and thus freed from all connecting links with that secret spot, re- entered among her guests, as beautiful and probably as wretched a woman as the world contained that day. Yet not as wretched as she could be. There were depths beneath these depths. If he should ever know! If he should ever come to look at her with horrified, even alienated eyes ! Ah, that were the end — that would mean the river for her — the river which all were so soon to think had swallowed the little Gwen- dolen. Was that Miss Graham coming ? Was the stir she now heard outside, the first indica- tion of the hue and cry which would soon ring through the whole plac« and her shrinking heart 804 PEOVIDENCE as well ? 1^0, no, not yet. She could still smile, must smile and smite tier two glove-covered hands together in simulated applause of notes and tones she did not even hear. And no one noted anything strange in that smile or in that gracious bringing together of hands, which if any one had had the impulse to touch — But no one thought of doing that. A heart may bleed drop by drop to its death in our full sight without our suspecting it, if the eyes above it still beam with natural brightness. And hers did that. She had always been called impassive. God be thanied that no warmth was expected from her and that no one would suspect the death she was dying, if she did not cry out. But the moment came when she did cry out Miss Graham entered, told her story, and all Mrs. Ocumpaugh's pent- up agony burst its bounds in a scre-am which to others seemed but the natural outburst of an alarmed mother. She fled to the bunga- low, because that seemed the natural thing to do, and never forgetting what was expected of her, cried aloud in presence of its empti- ness: "The river! the river!" and went stum- bling down the bank. 305 THE MILLIOXAIEE BABY The shoe was near her hand and she drew it out as she went on. When they found her she had fainted; the excess of excitement has this natural outcome^ She did not have to play a part, the humiliation of her owti deed and the terrors yet to come were eating up her very soul. Then came the blow, the unex- pected, overwhelming blow of finding that the deception planned with such care — a deception upon the success of which the whole safety of the scheme depended — was likely to fail just for the simple reason that a dozen men could swear that the child had never crossed the track. She was dazed — confounded. Mrs. Ca- rew was not by to counsel her; she had her own part in this business to play; and Mrs. Ocumpaugh, conscious of being mentally unfit for any new planning, conscious indeed of not being able to think at all, simply followed her instinct and held to the old cry in face of proof, of persuasion, of reason even; and so, did the very wisest thing possible, no one expecting reason in a mother reeling under such a vital shock. But the cooler, more subtile and less guilty Mrs. Carew had some judgment left, if her 306 piiovide:n"ce friend had lost hers. Her own part had been well played. She had brought her nephew home without giving any one, not even the maid she had provided herself with in 'New York, an opportunity to see his face; and she had passed him over, dressed in quite differ- ent clothes, to the couple in the farm-wagon, who had carried him, as she supposed, safely out of reach and any possibility of discovery. You see her calculations failed here also. She did not credit the doctor with even the little conscience he possessed, and, unconscious of his near waiting on the highway in an:siou3 watch for the event concerning which he had his own secret doubts, she deluded herself into thinking that all they had to fear was a con- tinuation of the impression that Gwendolen had not gone doTSTi to the river and been drowned. When, therefore, she had acted out her little part — received the searching party and gone with them all over the house even to the door of the room where she said her little nephew was resting after his journey — (Did they looi in? Perhaps, and perhaps not, it mattered little, for the bed had been arranged against oU 4 THE millio:n^aire baby, this contingency and no one but a detective bent upon ferreting out crime would have found it empty) — she asked herself how she could strengthen the situation and cause the theory advanced by Mrs. Ocumpaugh to be received, not^vithstanding the evidence of seem- ing eye-witnesses. The result was the thrQW- ing of a second shoe into the water as soon as it was dark enough for her to do this un- seen. As she had to approach the river by her own grounds, and as she was obliged to choose a place sufficiently remote from the lights about the dock not to incur the risk of being detected in her hazardous attempt, the shoe fell at a spot farther down stream than the searchers had yet reached, and the in- tense excitement I had myself seen in Mrs. Ocumpaugh's face the day I made my first visit to Home wood, sprang from the agony of suspense with which she watched, after twenty-four hours of alternating expectation and disappointment, the finding of this second shoe which, with fanatic confidence, she hoped would bring all the confirmation to be desired of her oft-repeated declaration that the child would yet be found in the river. 308 PEOYIDEXCE Meanwliile, to the infinite dismay of both, the matter had been placed in the hands of the police and word sent to Mr. Ocumpaugh, not that the child was dead, but missing. Thia meant world-wide publicity and the constant coming and going about Homewood of the very men whose insight and sur^'eillance were most to be dreaded. l[rs. Ocumpaugh sank under the terrors thus accumulating upon lier; but Mrs. Carew, of different temperament and his- tory, rose to meet them with a courage which bade fair to carry everything before it. As midnight approached (the hour agreed upon in their compact) she prepared to go for Gwendolen. Mrs. Ocumpaugh, who had not forgotten what was expected of her at that hour, roused as the clock struck twelve, and uttering a loud cry, rushed from her place in the window down to the la^^m, calling out that she had heard the men shout aloud from the boats. Her plan was to draw every one who chanced to be about, do^m to the river bank, in order to give Mi^. Carew full opportunity to go and come unseen on her dangerous er- rand. And she apparently succeeded in this, for by the time she had crept back in seeming -309 THE MILLIONAIRE BABY disappointment to the house^ a Hght oonld be seen burning behind a pink shade in one of Mrs. Carew's upper windows — the signal agreed upon between them of the presence of Gwendolen in her new home. But small was the relief as jet. The shoe had not been found, and at any moment some intruder might force his way into Mrs. Carew's house and, in spite of all her precautions, suc- ceed in obtaining a view of the little Harry and recognize in him the missing child. Of these same precautions some mention must be made. The artful widow had begun by dismissing all her help, giving as an excuse her speedy departure for Europe, and the col- ored girl she had brought up from Xew York saw no difference in the child nmning about the house in its little velvet suit from the one who, with bound-up face and a heavy shade over his eyes, came up in the cars with her in Mrs. Carew's lap. Her duties being limited to a far-off watch on the child to see that it came to no harm, she was the best witness pos- sible in case of police intrusion or neighbor- hood gossip. As for Gwendolen herself, the novelty of the experience and the prospect held 310 PROVIDEXCE out bv a speedy departure to "papa's country'' kept her amused and even hilarious. She laughed when her hair was cut short, dark- ened and parted. She missed but one thing, and that was her pet plaything which she used to carry to bed with her at night. The lack of this caused some tears — a grief which was divined by Mrs. Ocumpaugh, who took pains to assuage it in the manner we all know. But this was after the finding of the sec- ond shoe; the event so long anticipated and so little productive. Somehow, neither Mrs. Ca- rew nor Mrs. Ocumpaugh had taken into con- sideration the fact of the child's shoes being rights and lefts, and when this attempt to sec- ond the first deception was decided on, it wa3 thought a matter of congratulation that Gwen- dolen had been supplied with two pairs of the same make and that one pair yet remained in her closet. The mate of that shown by Mrs. Ocumpaugh was still on the child's foot in the bungalow, but there being no difference in any of them, what was simpler than to take one of these and fling it where it would be found. Alas ! the one seized upon by Mrs. Carew was for the same foot a? that already sho^vn and 311 THE MILLIO:^AIRE BABY commented on, and thus this second attempt failed even more completely than the first, and oeople began to cry, ''A conspiracy T' And a conspiracy it was, but one which night yet have succeeded if Doctor Pool's sus- picion of Mrs. Ocumpaugh's intentions, and my own secret knowledge of Mrs. Ocumpaugh's real position toward this child, could have been eliminated from the situation. But with those two factors against them, detection had crept upon them in unknown ways, and neither Mrs. Ocumpaugh's frantic clinging to tlie the- ory she had so recklessly advanced, nor Mrs. CareVs determined effort to meet suspicion with the brave front calculated to disarm it, was of any avail. The truth would have its way and their secret stood revealed. This was the story told me by Mrs. Ocum- paugh ; not in the continuous and detailed manner I have here set down, but in disjointed sentences and wild bursts of disordered speech. When it was finished she turned upon me eyes full of haggard inquiiy. "Our fate is in your hands," she falteringly declared. ^' What will you do with it ?" It was the hardest question which had ever 312 PROVIDENCE been put me. For minutes I contemplated her in a silence which must have been one pro- longed agony to her. I did not see my way; I did not see my duty. Then the fifty thou- sand dollars ! At last, I replied as follows; ''Mrs. Ocumpaugh, if you will let me ad- vise you, as a man intensely interested in the happiness of yourself and husband, I would suggest your meeting him at quarantine and telling him the whole truth." "I would rather die," said she. ''Yet only by doing what I suggest can you find any peace in life. The consciousness that others know your secret will come between you and any satisfaction you can ever get out of your husband's continued confidence. A wrong has been done; you are the only one to right it" "I can not. I can die, but I can not do that" x\nd for a minute I thought she would die then and there. "Doctor Pool is a fanatic; he will pursue you until he is assured that the child is in good hands." 313 THE MILLIONAIRE BABY "You can assure him of ttat now." "!N"ext month his exactions may take another direction. You can never trust a man who thinks he has a mission. Pardon my presump- tion. 'No mercenary motive prompts what I am saying now." *^So you intend to publish my story, if I do not?" I hesitated again. Such questions can not be decided in a moment Then, with a cer- tain consciousness of doing right, I answered earnestly : "To no one but to Mr. Ocumpaugh do I feel called upon to disclose what really concerns no one but yourself and him." Her hands rose toward me in a gesture which may have been an expression of grati- tude or only one of simple appeal. "He is not due until Saturday," I added gently. ISTo answer from the cold lips. I do not think she could have spoken if she had tried fl4 XXII ON THE SECOND TEERACB My first step on leaving Homewood was to seek a public telephone. Calling up Doctor Pool in YonkerSj I assured him that he might rest easy as to the young patient to whose doubtful condition he had called my attention. That she was in good hands and was doing well. That I had seen her and would give him all necessary particulars when I came to interview him later in the day. To his uneasy questions I vouchsafed little reply. I was by no means sure of the advisability of taking him into my full confidence. It was enough for him to know that his demands had been complied with without injury to the child. Before hanging up the receiver, I put him a question on my o^vn behalf. How was the boy in his charge? The growl he returned me was very non-committal, and afforded me some food for thought as I turned back to Mrs. Ca- •315 THE MILLIONAIRE BABY reVs cottage, where I now proposed to make a final visit. I entered from the road. The heavily wood- ed grounds looked desolate. The copper beeches which are the glory of the place seemed to have lost color since I last saw them above the intervening hedges. Even the house, as it gradually emerged to view through the close shrubbery, wore a different aspect from usual. In another moment I saw why. Every shutter was closed and not a vestige of life was visible above or below. Startled, for I had not expected quite so hasty a departure on her part, I ran about to the side door where I had previously en- tered and rang fit to wake the dead. Only solitary echoes came from within and I was about to curse the time I had lost in telephon- ing to Doctor Pool, when I heard a slight sound in the direction of the private path, and, leap- ing hastily to the opening, caught the glimpse of something or somebody disappearing down the first flight of steps. Did I run ? You may believe I did, at least till I had descended the first terrace; then my steps grew gradually wary and finally ceased; for I oould hear voices ahead of me on the seo- J?16 ON THE SECOiN^D TEHRACE ond terrace to which I had now come, and these voices came from persons standing still. If I rushed on I should encounter these per- Bons, and this was undesirable. I accordingly paused just short of the top, and so heard what raised the moment into one of tragic impor- tance. One of the speakers was Mrs. Carew — there was no doubting this — the other was Mr. Rathbone. From no other lips than his could I hope to hear words uttered with such inten- sity, though he was guarded in his speech, or thought he was, which is not always the same thing. He was pleading with her, and my heart stood still with the sense of threatening catas- trophe as I realized the attitude of the pair. He, as every word showed, was still ignorant of Gwendolen's fate, consequently of the iden- tity of the child who I had every reason to be- lieve was at that very moment fluttering a few steps below in the care of the colored maid, whose voice I could faintly hear; she, with his passion to meet and quell, had this secret to maintain; hearing his wild entreaties with one ear and listening for the possible outbursts 317 THE MILLIOXAIRE BABY of the notrto-be-restrained child with the other; mad to go — to catch her train before discovery overwhelmed her, jet not daring to hasten him, for his mood was a man's mood and not to be denied. I felt sorry for her, and cast about in my mind what aid to give the situation, when the passion of his words seized me, and I forgot her position in the interest I began to feel in his. ^'Valerie, Valerie," he was saying, "this ia cruelty. You go with, no good cause that I can see — put the sea betAveen us, and yet saj no word to make the parting endurable. You understand what I suffer — my hateful thoughts, my dread, which is not so much dread as — Oh, that I should say it ! Oh, that I should feel it! — hope; guilty, unpardonable hope. Yet you refuse me the little word, the kindly look, which would alleviate the oppres- sion of my feelings and give me the thought of you to counteract this eternal brooding upon Gwendolen and her possible fate. I want a promise — conditional, O God ! but yet a prom- ise; and you simply bid me to have patience; to wait — as if a man cotild wait who sees his love, his life, his future trembling in the bal- 318 ON THE SECOXD TERRACE ance against tlie fate of a little child. If you loved me — " '*H\ish!'' The feeling in that word was not for him. I felt it at once; it was for her se- cret, threatened every instant she lingered there by some move, by some word which might escape n thoughtless child. ^'You do not un- dei'stand me, Justin. You talk with no com- prehension of myself or of the event. Six months from now, if all goes well, you will see that I have been kind, not cruel. I can not say any more; I should not have said so much. Go back, dear friend, and let me take the train wdth Harry. The sea is not impassable. We shall meet again, and then — " Did she pause to look behind her do^\TL those steps — to make some gesture of caution to the uneasy child ? — ^'you will forgive me for what seems cruelty to you now. I can not do differently. With all the world weeping over the doubtful fate of this little child, you can not expect me to — to make any promise conditional upon her deatlir The man's cry drove the irony of the situa- tion out of my mind. ^Tuerilities ! all puerilities. A man's life — 319 THE MILLIONAIRE BABY soul — are worth some sacrifices. If you loved me — '' A quick ingathering of his breath, then a low moan, then the irrepressible cry she vainly nought to hush, ^'0 Valerie, you are si- lent! You do not love me! Two years of suffering! two years of repression, then this delirium of hope, of possibility, and you si- lent! I will trouble you no more. Gwendo- len alive or Gwendolen dead, what is it to me I I— '^ "Hush ! there is no doubt on that topic ; the child is dead. Let that be imderstood between us." This was whispered, and whispered very low, but the air seemed breathless at that mo- ment and I heard her. "This is my last word to you. You will have your fortune, whether you have my love or not Remember that, and—" "Auntie, make Dinah move away; I want to see the man you are talking to." Gwendolen had spoken. 32a XXIII A COEAL BEAD ''What's that?" It was Mr. Rathbone who first found voioeu "To what a state have I come when in ev- ery woman's face, even in hers who is dearest, I see expressions I no longer understand, and in every child's voice catch the sound of Gwen- dolen's ?" "Hariy's voice is not like Gwendolen's," came in desperate protest from the ready wid- ow. A daring assertion for her to make to him who had often held this child in his arms for houi^ together. "You are not yourself, Justin. I am sorry. I — I — " Almost she gave her promise, almost she risked her future, possibly his, by saying, under the stress of her fears, what her heart did not prompt her to, when — A quick move on her part, a low cry on his, and he came rushing up the steps. I had advanced at her hesitating words and shown myself. 321 THE MILLIONAIUE BABY \Vlien Mj. HathboDe wo well up the ter- noo (he hardlj hoaorsd mo with i look as he went by), I slowly began mj descent to where she hUkkI witii her back toward nio and her amiB thrown round the ciiild she had evident- ly calloil t(» her in Imt anxiety to oonoeal Uio little beaming face from tliin new intruder. Tliat Hhe had not looked as high as my face I felt oiMured ; tlut tlie would not show me hers unlfle as her eyes met my face. "Your she said, and wiU.out any betray^ al in voice or gesture that she recognoj It her hopes, and U.ose of the friend to whc«e safety she had already sacrificed so much, had LLived their death-blow, she gave a qu^ order to tl.e girl who, taking the chUd by the hand, sat down on the steps Mrs. Carew now .uittLd and laid herself out to be amu.ng^ Gravely Mrs. Carew confronted me on the terrace below. ^'Explain," said she. "I have just come from Mrs. Ocumpaugh, I replied. The veiled head dropped a triile. 323 THiU MILLIOXAIRE BABY '^She could not sustain herself! So all is lost?" "That depends. But I must request you not to leave the country till Mr. Ocumpaugh r&- tums.'^ The flash of her eye startled me. "Who can detain me," she cried, "if I wish to go?" I did not answer in kind. I had no wish to rouse this woman's opposition. "I do not think you wiU want to go when you remember Mrs. Ocumpaugh's condition. Would you leave her to bear the full burden of this deception alone ? She is a broken woman. Her full story is known to me. I have the profoundest sympathy for her. She has only three days in which to decide upon her course. I have advised her to tell the whole truth to her husband." "You!" The word was but a breath, but I heard it Yet I felt no resentment against this womaiL Xo one could, under the spell of so much spir- it and grace. "Did I not advise her right ?" "Perhaps, but you must not detain me. You must do nothing to separate me from this 324 A CORAL BEAD child. I will not bear it. I have experienced for days now what motherhood might be, and nothing on earth shall rob me of my present rights in this child." Then as she met my un- moved countenance: ^'If you know Mrs. Ocumpaugh's whole history, you kno\^ that neither she nor her husband has any real claim on thb child." ^'In that you are mistaken," I quickly pro- tested. ''Six years of care and affection such as they have bestowed on Gwendolen, to say nothing of the substantial form which these have taken from tlie first, constitute a claim which all the world must recog-nize, if you do not Think of Mr. Ocumpaugh's belief in her relation to him ! Think of the shock which awaits him, when he learns that she is not of his blood and lineage!" "I know, I know." Her fingers worked ner- vously; the woman was showing through the actress. "But I will not give up the child. Ask anything but that." "Madam, I have had the honor so far to make but one requirement — that you do not carry the child out of the country — yet." As I uttered this ultimatum, some influence, 325 THE MILLIONAIRE BABY, acting equally upon both, caused us to turn in the direction of the river; possibly an ap- prehension lest some word of this conversa- tion might be overheard by the child or the nurse. A surprise awaited us which effectu- ally prevented Mrs. Carew's reply. In the corner of the Ocumpaugh grounds stood a man staring with all his eyes at the so-called little Harry. An expression of doubt was on his face. I knew the minute to be critical and was determined to make the most of it. "Do you know that man?" I whispered to Mrs. Carew. The answer was brief but suggestive of alarm. ^'Yes, one of the gardeners over there — one of whom Gwendolen is especially fond." ^^She's the one to fear, then. Engage hia attention while I divert hers." All this in a whisper while the man was summoning up courage to speak. ^^A pretty child," he stammered, as Mrs. Carew advanced toward him smiling. "Is that your little nephew IVe heard them tell about? Seems to me he looks like our own little lost one; only darker and sturdier." 326 A COKAL BEAD "Much sturdier/' I heard her say as I made haste to accost tlie child. "Harry/' I cried, recalling my old address when I was in training for a gentleman ; "your aunt is in a hurry. The cars are coming; don't you hear the whistle? Will you trust yourself to me ? Let me carry you — I mean pick-a-back, while we run for the train.'' The sweet eyes looked up — it was fortimate for Mrs. Carew that no one but myself had ever got near enough to see those eyes or she could hardly have kept her secret — and at first slowly, then with instinctive trust, the little arms rose and I caught her to my breast, tak- ing care as I did so to turn her quite away from the man whom Mrs. Carew wa3 about leaving. "Come!" I shouted back, "we shall be late!" — and made a dash for the gate. Mrs. Carew joined me, and none of us said anything till we reached the station platform. Then as I set the child do^^Tl, I gave her one look. She was beaming with gratitude. "That saved us, together with tlie few words I could edge in between his loud regrets at my going and his exclamations of grief over Gwen- 837 THE MILLIOIS^AIRE BABY dolen's loss. On the train I shall fear notli- ing. If you will lift him up I will wrap him in this shawl as if he were ill. Once in ]^ew York — are you not going to permit me?'^ ^'To go to Xew York, yes; but not to the steamer." She showed anger, but also an admirable self-control. Far off we could cat-ch the sound- ing tlirill of the approaching train. •'I yield," she announced suddenly. And opening the bag at her side, she fumbled in it for a card which she presently put in my hand. ^'T was going there for lunch,'' she ex- plained. ^^Xow I will take a room and re- main until I hear from you." Here she gave me a quick look. ^'You do not appear satis- fied." "Yes, yes," I stammered, as I looked at the card and saw her name over that of an in- conspicuous hotel in the do^m-town portion of Xew York City. "I merely — " The nearing of the train gave me the op- portunity of cutting shoit the sentence I should have found it difficult to finish. "Here is the child," I exclaimed, lifting the little one, whom she immediately envel- 3g8 I A CORAL BEAD oped in the light but ample wrap she had chosen as a disguise. '^Good-by— Harrv." ^*Good-bjI I like you. Your arms are strong and you don't shake me when you iiin." Mrs. Carew smiled. There was deep emo- tion in her face. ''Au re voir T' she murmured in a tone implying promise. Happily I un- derstood the French phrase. I bowed and drew back. Was I ^rrong in letting her slip from my surveillance? The agitation I probably showed must have caused her some thought. But she would have been more than a diviner of mysteries to have un- derstood its cause. Her bag, when she had opened it before my eyes, had revealed among its contents a string of remarkable corals. A bead similar in shape, color and marking rest- ed at that very moment over my own heart Was that necklace one bead short? With a start of conviction I began to believe so and that I was the man who could complete it If that was so — why, then — then — It isn't often that a detective's brain reels — but mine did then. The train began to move — 329 THE MILLIOIS^AIKE BABY This discovery, the greatest of all^ if I were right, would — I had no more time to think. Instinctively, with a quick jump, I made mj place good on the rear car. 380 XXIV "shall I GIVE HIM MY WORD, HAEET ?^' I did not go all the way to Xew York on the train which Mrs. Carew and the child had taken. I went only as far as Yonkers. When I reached Doctor Pool's house, I thought it entirely empty. Even the office seemed closed. But appearances here could not always be trusted, and I rang the bell with a vigor which must have awakened echoes in the uninhabited upper stories. I know that it brought the doctor to the door, and in a state of doubtful amiability. But when he saw who awaited him, his appearance changed and he welcomed me in with a smile or what was as nearly like one as his austere nature would permit. ^^How now! Want your money? Seems to me you have earned it with unexpected ease.'' ''Xot such great ease," I replied, as he care- fully closed the door and locked it. ''I know that I feel as tired as I ever did in my life. THE millio:n'aiee baby The child is in Xew York under the guardian- ship of a woman who is reallj fond of her. You can dismiss all care concerning her." "I see — and who is the woman ? Name her.'^ "You do not trust me, I see.'' "I trust no one in business matters." "This is not a business matter — ^yet" "What do jou mean?" "I have not asked for money. I am not going to till I can perfectly satisfy you that all deception is at an end so far as Mr. Ocum- paugh at least is concerned." "Oh, you would play fair, I see." I was too interested in noting how each of his hands involuntarily closed on itself, in his relief at not being called upon to part with some of his hoardings, to answer with aught but a nod. "You have your reasons for keeping close, of course," he growled as he led the way to- ward the basement stairs. "You're not out of the woods, is that it? Or has the great lady bargained with you? — Um? Um?" He threw the latter ejaculations back over his shoulder as he descended to the office. They displeased me, and I made no attempt to §33 "SHALL I GIVE HIM MY WORD?^' reply. In fact, I had no reply ready. Had I bargained with Mrs. Ocumpaugh? Hardly. Yet>~ "She is handsome enough/^ the old man broke in sharply, cutting in two my self-com- munings. "You're a fellow of some stamina, if you have got at her secret without making her a promise. So the child is well! That's good! There's one long black mark eliminated from my account. But I have not closed the book, and I am not going to, till my conscience has nothing more to regret It is not enough that the child is handed over to a different life; the fortunes that have been bequeathed her must be given to him who would have inherited them had this child not been taken for a veritable Ocumpaugh." "That raises a nice point," I said. "But one that will drag all false things to light." "Your action in the matter along with the rest," I suggested. "True ! but do you think I shall stop because of that?" He did not look as if he would stop because of anything. THE millio:n"aiee baby ^'Do you not think Mrs. Ocumpaugh worthy some pity ? Her future is a ghastly one, whieh- ever way you look at it." "She sinned," was his uncompromising re- ply. "The wages of sin is death." "But such death!" I protested; "death of the heart, which is the worst death of all." He shrugged his shoulders, leading the way into the office. "Let her beware !" he went on surlily. "Last month I saw my duty no further than the exaction of this child's dismissal from the home whose benefits she enjoyed under a false nama To-day I am led further by the inexorable guide which prompts the anxious soul. All that was wrong must be made good. Mr. Ocumpaugh must know on whom his affec- tions have been lavished. I will not yield. The woman has done wrong; and she shall suffer for it till she rises, a redeemed soul, into a state of mind that prefers humiliation to a continu- ance in a life of deception. You may tell her what I say — that is, if you enjoy the right of conversation with her." The look he shot me at this was keen as hate and spite could make it I was glad 334 "SHALL I GIVE HIM MY WORD V that we were by this time in tlie office, and that I could avoid his eye by a quick look about the well-remembered place. This proof of the vin- dictive pursuit he had marked out for himself was no surprise to me. I expected no less, yet it opened up difficulties which made my way, as well as hers, look dreai*y in the prospect. He perceived my despondency and smiled; then suddenly changed his tone. ^'You do not ask after the little patient I have here. Come, Harry, come; here is some one I will let you see.'^ The door of my old room swung open and I do not know which surprised me most, the kindness in the rugged old voice I had never before heard lifted in tenderness, or the look of confidence and joy on the face of the little boy who now came running in. So inex- orable to a remorseful and suffering woman, and so full of consideration for a stranger's child! ^'Almost well," pronounced the doctor, and lifted him on his knee. ^'Do you know this child's parentage and condition?" he sharply inquired, with a quick look toward me. I saw no reason for not telling the truth. 335 THE MILLIONAIRE BABY "He is an orphan, and was destined for an institution." "Yon know this?" "Positively." "Then I shall keep the child. Harry, will you stay with me?" To my amazement the little arms crept round his neck. A smile grim enough, in my estimation, but not at all frightful to the child, responded to this appeal. "I did not like the old man and woman," he said. Doctor Pool's whole manner showed tri- umph. "I shall treat him better than I did you," he remarked. "I am a regenerate man now." I bowed; I was very uneasy; there was a question I wanted to ask and could not in the presence of this child. "He is hardly of an age to take my place," I observed, still under tlie spell of my sur- prise, for the child was handling the old man's long beard, and seeming almost as happy as Gwendolen did in Mrs. Carew's arms. "He wiU have one of his own," was the doctor^s unexpected reply. 336 "SHALL I GIVE HIM MY WORD r I rosa I saw that he did not intend to dismiss the child. ''I should like jour word, in return for the relief I have undoubtedly brought you, that you will not molest certain partial till the three days are up which I have mentioned as the limit of my own silence.'' "Shall I give him my word, Harry?" The child, startled by the abrupt address, drew his fingers from the long beard he was playfully stroking and, eyeing me with elfish gravity, seemed to ponder the question as if some comprehension of its importance had found entrance into his small brain. An- noyed at the doctor's whim, yet trusting to the child's intuition, I waited with inner anx- iety for what those small lips would say, and felt an infinite relief, even if I did not show it, when he finally uttered a faint "Yes," and hid his face again on the doctor's breast My last remembrance of them both was the picture they made as the doctor closed the door upon me, with the sweet, confiding child still clasped in his arms. 337 XXV THE WOEK OF AN INSTANT I did not take the car at the comer. I was sure that Jupp was somewhere around, and I had a new mission for him of more im- portance than any he could find here now. I was just looking about for him when I heard cries and screams at my back, and, turning, saw several persons all running one way. As that way was the one by which I had just come^ I commenced running too, and in another mo- ment was one of a crowd collected before the doctor's door. I mean the great front door which, to my astonishment, I had already seen was wide open. The sight which there met my eyes almost paralyzed me. Stretched on the pavement, spotted with blood, lay the two figures I had seen within the last five minutes beaming with life and energy. The old man was dead, the child dy- ing, one little hand outstretched as if in search of the sympathetic touch which had made the 338 THE WOHK OF A:^ IXSTAKT last few hours perhaps tlie sweetest of his life. How had it happened ? Was it suicide on the doctor's part or just pure accident? Either way it was horrible, but — I looked about me; there was a man ready to give explanations. He had seen it all. The doctor had been rac- ing with the child in the long hall. He had opened the door, probably for air. A sudden dash of the child had brought him to the verge, the doctor had plunged to save him, and losing his balance toppled headlong to the street, carrying the child with him. It was all the work of an instant One moment two vigorous figures — the next, a mass of ciiished humanity! A sight to stagger a man's soul! But the thought which came with it staggered me still more. The force which had been driving Airs. Ocumpaugh to her fate was removed. Hence- forth her secret was safe if — if I chose to have it so. 339 XXVI ''he WnX ITEVEK FOBGIVE " 1 WIS wBfldng awa J when a man tonched WMR, Same one had seen me come from the doetor's office a few minntes before. Of eooise diia meant d^entid of her than whac she had yet to fear from me. I noted this and muttered 352 THE FINAL STRUGGLE. some ^ords of confidence; but her mood had already changed, and they fell on deaf ears. I T\-as not present at the meeting of the .two ^-omen. That is, I remained in ^hat thev would call a private parlor, while Jlrs. Octmpaugh passed into the imier room, ^here she knew she would find Mrs. Carew and the child Xor did I hear much. Some words came through the partition. I caught most of Mrs Carew's explanation of how she came to give up her new-bom child. She was an actress at the time with a London success to her credit, but with no hold as yet m this country. She was booked for a tour the com- ing season; the husband who might have seen to the child was dead; she had no friends, no relatives here save a brother poorer than herself, and the mother instinct had not awakened. She bartered her child away as she would have parted with any other encum- brance likely to interfere with her career. But— here her voice rose and I heard dis- tinctly: "A fortune was suddenly left me. An old admirer dying abroad bequeathed me two million dollars, and I found myself rich, admired and independent, with no one on earth 353 THE millio:n'aire baby. to care for or to share the happiness of what seemed to me, after the brilliant life I had hitherto led, a dreary inaction. Love had no interest for me. I had had a husband, and that paii: of my nature had been satisfied. What. I wanted now — and the wish presently grew into a passion — was my child. From passion it grew to mania. Knowing the name of her to whom I had yielded it (I had overheard it in the doctor's office), I hunted up your resi- dence and came one day to Homewood. "Perhaps some old servant can be found there to-day who could tell you of the strange, deep- ly veiled lady who was found one eveming at sunset, clinging to the gate with both hands and sobbing as she looked in at the triumphant little heiress racing up and do^vn the walks with the gTeat mastiff, Don. They will say that it was some poor crazy woman, or some mother who had buried her own little darling; but it was I, Marion, it was I, looking upon the child I had sold for a half-year's inde- pendence; I who was broken-hearted now for her smiles and touches and saw them all given to strangers, who had made her a princess, but who could never give her such love as 3 354 THE ri:N^AL STEUGGLE. felt for her then in my madness. I went away that time, but I came again soon with the titles of the adjoining property in my pocket. 1 could not keep away from the sight of her, and felt that the torture would be less to see her in your arms than not to see her at all.'' The answer was not audible, but I could well imagine what it was. As every one kne^7, the false mother had not long held out against the attractions of the true one. Instinct had drawn the little one to the heart that beat re- sponsive to its own. What followed I could best judge from the frightened cry which the child suddenly gave. She had evidently waked to find botli women at her bedside. ITrs. Carew^s ''Hush! hush!" did not answei this time; the child w^as in a frenzy, and evidently turned from one to the other, sobbing out alternately, ^'I will not be a girl again. 1 like my horse and going to papa and sailing on the big ocean, in ti^ousers and a little cap," and the softer phrases she evi- dently felt better suited to Mrs. Oeumpaugh's deep distress: ''Don't feel bad, i lamma, you shall come see me some time. Tj^pa will send for you. I am goii^g to him." Then silence^ 355 THE MILLIONAIRE BABY then such, a struggle of woman-heart with woman-heart as I hope never to be witness to again. Mrs. Ocumpaugh was pleading with Mrs. Carew, not for the child, but for her life. Mr. Ocumpaugh would be in port the next morning; if she could show him the child all would be well. Mr. Trevitt would man- age the details ; take the credit of having foimd Gwendolen somewhere in this great city, and that would insure him the reward and them his silence. (I heard this.) There was no one else to fear. Doctor Pool, the cause of all this misery, was dead; and in the future, her heart being set to rest about her secret, she would be happier and make the child hap- pier, and thej could enjoy her between them, and she would be unselfish and let Gwendolen spend an hour or more every day with Mrs. Carew, on some such plea as lessons in vocal- training and music. Thus pleaded Mrs. Ocumpaugh. But the mother hardly listened. She ha