The Million-Dollar Suitcase Part 8
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"And it won't be a bit of use in the world to you," she laughed across the table into my eyes. "Why, Mr. Boyne, you've found out already that there are too many Edward Claytes, speaking in physical terms, for you to run one down by description. There are three of him here, within sight of our table right now--and the place isn't crowded."
I grinned in half grudging agreement, and found nothing to say. It was Worth who spoke.
"Like to have you go a step further in this, if you would," and when she shook her head, he went on a bit sharply. "See here, Bobs; you and I used to be pals, didn't we?" She nodded, her look brightening. "Well then, here's the biggest game I've been up against since I crawled out of the trenches and shucked my uniform. I come to you and give you the high-sign--and you throw me down. You don't want to play with me--is that it?"
"Oh, Worth! I do. I do want to play with you," she was almost in tears now. "But you see, I didn't quite understand. I felt as though you were sort of putting me through my paces."
"Sure not," Worth drove it at her like a turbulent urchin. "I'm having the time of my young life with this thing, and I want to take you in on it."
"If--if you fail you lose a lot of money; wasn't that what you said?"
she questioned.
"Oh, yes," he nodded, "Nothing in it if there weren't a gamble."
"And if he wins out, he makes quite a respectable pile," I added.
"What I want of you now," he explained, "is to go with us to Clayte's room at the St. Dunstan--the room he disappeared from--look it over and tell us how he got out and where he went."
He made his request light-heartedly; she considered it after the same fas.h.i.+on; it seemed to me all absurdity.
"To-morrow morning--Sunday," she said. "No office to-morrow," she sipped the last of her black coffee slowly. "All the rest of the facts there ever will be about Edward Clayte are in that room--aren't they?" Her voice was musing; she looked straight ahead of her as she finished softly, "What time do we go?"
"Early. Does nine o'clock suit you?" Worth didn't even glance at me as he made this arrangement for us both. "We'd scoot up there now if it wasn't so late."
"I've no doubt you'll find the place carpeted with zeros and hung with noughts and ciphers." I couldn't refrain from jos.h.i.+ng her a little. She took it with a smile glanced across the room, looked a little surprised, and half rose with,
"Why, there they are for me now."
I couldn't see anybody that she might mean, except a man who had walked the length of the place talking to the head waiter, and now stood arguing at the corner of what had been Bronson Vandeman's supper table.
This man evidently had his attention directed to us, turned, looked, and in the moment of his crossing I saw that it was c.u.mmings. There was not even the usual tight-lipped half smile under that cropped mustache of his.
"Good evening." He looked at our faces, uttering none of the surprise he plainly felt, letting the two words do for greeting to us all, and, as it seemed, to me, an expression of disapproval as well. The young lady replied first.
"Oh, Mr. c.u.mmings, did they send you for me? Where are the others?"
She had come to her feet, and reached for the coat which Worth was holding more as if he meant to keep it than put it on her.
"I left your chaperone waiting in the machine," c.u.mming's tone and look carried a plain hurry-up. Worth took his time about the coat, and spoke low to the girl while he helped her into it.
"You'll go with us to-morrow morning?"
She gave me one of those adorable smiles that brought the dimples momentarily in her cheeks.
"If Mr. Boyne wants me. He hasn't said yet."
"Do I need to?" I asked. The question seemed reasonable. There she stood, such a very pretty girl, between her two cavaliers who looked at each other with all the traditional hostility that belonged to the situation. She smiled on both, and didn't neglect me. I settled the matter with,
"Worth has your address; we'll call for you in my machine." And I got the idea that c.u.mmings was asking questions about it as he went away holding her arm.
"Do you think the little girl will really be of any use?" I spoke to the back of Worth's head as he continued to stare after them.
"Sure. I know she will." He shoved his crumpled napkin in among the coffee service, and we moved toward the desk. "Sure she will," he repeated. "Wonder where she met c.u.mmings."
CHAPTER V
AT THE ST. DUNSTAN
At the Palace Hotel Sunday morning where I went to pick up Worth before we should call for little Miss Wallace, he met me in high spirits and with an enthusiasm that demanded immediate physical action.
"Heh," I said, "you look fine. Must have slept well."
"Make it rested, and I'll go you," he came back cheerfully.
He'd already been out, going down to the Grant Avenue corner for an a.s.sortment of Bay cities papers not to be had at the hotel news-stands, so that he could see whether our canny announcement of Clayte's fifteen thousand dollar defalcation had received discreet attention from the a.s.sociated Press.
For my part, our agency had been able to get hold of three women who had seen Clayte and remembered the event; Mrs. Griggsby; a stenographer at the bank; and the woman who sold newspapers at the St. Dunstan corner.
Miss Wallace's suggestion had proven itself, for these three agreed with fair exactness, and the description run in the late editions of the city papers was less vague than the others. It gave Clayte's eyes as a pale gray-blue, and his hair as dull brown, eliminating at least all brown-eyed men. Worth a.s.serted warmly,
"That girl's going to be useful to us, Boyne." I couldn't well disagree with him, after using her hint. We were getting out of the elevator on the office floor when he looked at me, grinned boyishly, and added, "What would you say if I told you I was being shadowed?"
"That I thought it very likely," I nodded. "Also I might hazard a guess at whose money is paying for it."
He gave me a quick glance, but asked no questions. I could see he was enjoying his position, up to the hilt, considered the attentions of a trailer as one of its perquisites.
"Keep your eyes open and you'll spot him as we go out," he said as he left the key at the desk.
It was hardly necessary to keep my eyes open to see the lurking figure over beyond the easy-chairs, which started galvanically as we pa.s.sed through the court, and a moment later came sidling after us. Little Pete had left my machine at the Market Street entrance--Worth was to drive me--and we wheeled away from a disappointed man racing for the taxi line around the corner.
"More power to his legs," Worth said.
"Oh, I don't know," I grunted as we cut into Montgomery, negotiated the corner onto Bush Street's clear way, striking a fair clip at once. "That end of him already works better than the other. How did you get wise?"
"Barbara Wallace telephoned me to look out for him," he smiled, and let my car out another notch once we'd pa.s.sed the traffic cop at Kearny.
I myself had foreseen the possibility--but only as a possibility--that d.y.k.eman would put a man on Worth's coat-tails, since I knew d.y.k.eman and had been at that bank meeting; yet I had not regarded it as likely enough to warn Worth; and here was this girl phoning him to look out for a trailer. Was this some more of her deductive reasoning, or had c.u.mmings dropped a hint?
She was waiting for us in front of the Haight Street boarding house that served her for a home, and we tucked her between us on the roadster's wide seat. At the St. Dunstan we found my man, left there since the hour of the alarm the day before, and everybody belonging to the management surly and glum. The clerk handed me Clayte's key across the morning papers spread out on his desk. Apartment houses dislike notoriety of this sort, and the St. Dunstan set up to be as rabidly respectable, as chemically pure as any in the city. Well, no use their blaming me; Clayte was their misfortune; they couldn't expect me to keep the matter out of print entirely.
The three of us crowded into the automatic elevator, and I pressed the seventh floor b.u.t.ton. The girl's eyes shone under the wisp of veil twisted around a knowing little turban. She liked the taste of the adventure.
"That man came this way--with that suitcase," she breathed, "--maybe set it down right there when he pressed the b.u.t.ton--just as Mr. Boyne did now!"
It was a fine morning; the shades had been left up, and Clayte's room when I opened the door was ablaze with sunlight.
"How delightful!" Barbara Wallace stopped on the threshold and looked about her. I expected the scientific investigating to begin; but no--she was all taken up with the beauty of sunlight and view.
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