The Mayor's Wife Part 25

But I have grown wary and must make myself sure. Do I find a word in which this combination of. >.[-] occurs twice, as sometimes happens with the th we are considering? No, but I find two other instances in which like contiguous symbols do appear twice in one word; the.<.[-] in="" no.="" 3="" and="" the.v.)c="" in="" no.="" 4--a="" discovery="" the="" most="" embarra.s.sing="" of="" all,="" since="" in="" both="" cases="" the="" symbols="" which="" begin="" the="" word="" are="" reversed="" at="" its="" end,="" as="" witness:.v.)c="" -="" -="" -="" )c="" .v=""><.[-] -="" -=""><. for,="" if.v="" )c="" stands="" for="" th,="" and="" the="" whole="" word="" showed="" in="" letters="" th-="" -="" -ht,="" which="" to="" any="" eye="" suggests="" the="" word="" thought,="" what=""><.[-] stand="" for,="" concerning="" which="" the="" same="" conditions="" are="">

I could not answer. I had run on a snag.

Rules which applied to one part of the cipher failed in another. Could it be that a key was necessary to its proper solution? I began to think so, and, moreover, that Mrs. Packard had made use of some such help as I watched her puzzling in the window over these symbols. I recalled her movements, the length of time which elapsed before the cry of miserable understanding escaped her lips, the fact that her dress was torn apart at the throat when she came out, and decided that she had not only drawn some paper from her bosom helpful to the elucidation of these symbols, but that this paper was the one which had been the object of her frantic search the night I watched her shadow on the wall.

So convinced was I by these thoughts that any further attempt to solve the cryptogram without such aid as I have mentioned would end by leaving me where I was at present,--that is, in the fog,--that I allowed the lateness of the hour to influence me; and, putting aside my papers, I went to bed. If I had sat over them another hour, should I have been more fortunate? Make the attempt yourself and see.

CHAPTER XXII. MERCY

"Where is my wife?"

"Sleeping, sir, after a day of exhausting emotion."

"She didn't wire me?"

"No, sir."

"Perhaps she wasn't able?"

"She was not, Mayor Packard."

"I must see her. I came as soon as I could. Left Warner to fill my place on the platform, and it is the night of nights, too. Why, what's the matter?"

He had caught me staring over his shoulder at the form drawn up in the doorway.

"Nothing; I thought you had come alone."

"No, Mr. Steele is with me. He joined me at noon, just after I had telegraphed home. He has come back to finish the work I a.s.signed him.

He has at last discovered--or thinks he has--the real author of those libels. You have something special to say to me?" he whispered, as I followed him upstairs.

"Yes, and I think, if I were you, that I should say nothing to Mrs.

Packard about Mr. Steele's having returned." And I rapidly detailed the occurrence of the afternoon, ending with Mrs. Packard's explanation to her servants.

The mayor showed impatience. "Oh, I can not bother with such nonsense as that," he declared; "the situation is too serious."

I thought so, too, when in another moment his wife's door opened and she stepped out upon the landing to meet him. Her eyes fell on Mr. Steele, standing at the foot of the stairs, before they encountered her husband; and though she uttered no cry and hardly paused in her approach toward the mayor, I saw the heart within her die as suddenly and surely as the flame goes out in a gust of wind.

"You!" There was hysteria in the cry. Pray G.o.d that the wild note in it was not that of incipient insanity! "How good of you to give up making your great speech to-night, just to see how I have borne this last outrage! You do see, don't you?" Here she drew her form to its full height. "My husband believes in me, and it gives me courage to face the whole world. Ah! is that Mr. Steele I see below there? Pardon me, Mr.

Steele, if I show surprise. We heard a false report of your illness this afternoon. Henry, hadn't Mr. Steele better come up-stairs? I presume you are here to talk over this last dreadful paragraph with me."

"It is not necessary for Mr. Steele to join us if you do not wish him to," I heard the mayor whisper in his wife's ear.

"Oh, I do not mind," she returned with an indifference whose reality I probably gauged more accurately than he did.

"That is good." And he called Mr. Steele up. "You see she is reasonable enough," he muttered in my ear as he motioned me to follow them into the up-stairs sitting-room to which she had led the way. "The more heads the better in a discussion of this kind," was the excuse he gave his wife and Mr. Steele as he ushered me in.

As neither answered, I considered my presence accepted and sat down in as remote a corner as offered. Verily the fates were active in my behalf.

Mayor Packard was about to close the door, when Mrs. Packard suddenly leaped by him with the cry:

"There's the baby! She must have heard your voice." And rus.h.i.+ng into the hall she came back with the child whom she immediately placed in its father's arms. Then she slowly seated herself. Not until she had done so did she turn to Mr. Steele.

"Sit," said she, with a look and gesture her husband would have marveled at had he not been momentarily occupied with the prattling child.

The secretary bowed and complied. Surely men of such great personal attractions are few. Instantly the light, shaded though it seemingly was in all directions, settled on his face, making him, to my astonished gaze, the leading personality in the group. Was this on account of the distinction inherent in extreme beauty or because of a new and dominating expression which had insensibly crept into his features?

The mayor, and the mayor only, seemed oblivious to the fact. Glancing up from the child, he opened the conference by saying: "Tell Mrs. Packard, Steele, what you have just told me."

With a quiet s.h.i.+fting of his figure which brought him into a better line with the woman he was asked to address, the secretary opened his lips to reply when she, starting, reached out one hand and drew toward herself the little innocent figure of her child, which she at once placed between herself and him. Seeing this, I recalled the sc.r.a.ps of cipher left in my room above and wished I had succeeded in determining their meaning, if only to understand the present enigmatical situation.

Meanwhile Mr. Steele was saying in the mellow tone of a man accustomed to tune his voice to suit all occasions: "Mrs. Packard will excuse me if I seem abrupt. In obedience to commands laid upon me by his Honor, I spent both Tuesday and Wednesday in inquiries as to the origin of the offensive paragraph which appeared in Monday's issue of the Leader.

Names were given me, but too many of them. It took me two days to sift these down to one, and when I had succeeded in doing this, it was only to find that the man I sought was ninety miles away. Madam, I journeyed those ninety miles to learn that meanwhile he had returned to this city.

While I was covering those miles for the second time, to-day's paragraph appeared. I hastened to accuse its author of libel, but the result was hardly what I expected. Perhaps you know what he said."

"No," she harshly returned, "I do not." And with the instinctive gesture of one awaiting attack she raised her now sleepy and nodding child in front of her laboring breast, with a look in her eyes which I see yet.

"He said--pardon me, your Honor, pardon me, Madam--that I was at liberty to point out what was false in it."

With a leap she was on her feet, towering above us all in her indignation and overpowering revolt against the man who was the conscious instrument of this insult. The child, loosened so suddenly from her arms, tottered and would have fallen, had not Mr. Steele leaned forward and drawn the little one across to himself. Mr. Packard, who, we must remember, had been more or less prepared for what his secretary had to say, cast a glance at his wife, teeming with varied emotions.

"And what did you reply to that?" were the words she hurled at the unabashed secretary.

"Nothing," was his grave reply. "I did not know myself what was false in it."

With sudden faltering, Mrs. Packard reseated herself, while the mayor, outraged by what was evidently a very unexpected answer, leaned forward in great anger, crying:

"That was not the account you gave me of this wretched interview.

Explain yourself, Mr. Steele. Don't you see that your silence at such a moment, to say nothing of the att.i.tude you at present a.s.sume, is an insult to Mrs. Packard?"

The smile he met in reply was deprecatory enough; so were the words his outburst had called forth.

"I did not mean, and do not mean to insult Mrs. Packard. I am merely showing you how hampered a man is, whatever his feelings, when it comes to a question of facts known only to a lady with whom he has not exchanged fifty words since he came into her house. If Mrs. Packard will be good enough to inform me just how much and how little is true in the paragraph we are considering, I shall see this rascally reporter again and give him a better answer."

Mayor Packard looked unappeased. This was not the way to soothe a woman whom he believed to be greatly maligned. With an exclamation indicative of his feelings, he was about to address some hasty words to the composed, almost smiling, man who confronted him, when Mrs. Packard herself spoke with unexpected self-control, if not disdain.

"You are a very honest man, Mr. Steele. I commend the nicety of your scruples and am quite ready to trust myself to them. I own to no blot, in my past or present life, calling for public arraignment. If my statement of the fact is not enough, I here swear on the head of my child--"

"No, no," he quickly interpolated, "don't frighten the baby. Swearing is not necessary; I am bound to believe your word, Mrs. Packard." And lifting a sheet of paper from a pile lying on the table before him, he took a pencil from his pocket and began making lines to amuse the child dancing on his knee.

Mrs. Packard's eyes opened in wonder mingled with some emotion deeper than distaste, but she said nothing, only watched in a fascinated way his moving fingers. The mayor, mollified possibly by his secretary's last words, sank back again in his chair with the remark:

"You have heard Mrs. Packard's distinct denial. You are consequently armed for battle. See that you fight well. It is all a part of the scheme to break me up. One more paragraph of that kind and I shall be a wreck, even if my campaign is not."

"There will not be any more."