The Thinking Machine Collected Stories Part 220
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This comprehended in all its horror, she promptly arose and hid the bag between the mattress and the springs. Soon after she extinguished the light and retired with little s.h.i.+vers running up and down all over her. She snuggled her head down under the cover. She didn't sleep much-she was still thinking-but when she arose next morning her mind was made up.
First she placed the eleven gold plates in a heavy card-board box, then she bound it securely with brown paper and twine and addressed it: "Stuyvesant Randolph, Seven Oaks, via Merton." She had sent express packages before and knew how to proceed, therefore when the necessity of writing a name in the upper left-hand corner appeared-the sender-she wrote in a bold, desperate hand: "John Smith, Watertown."
When this was all done to her satisfaction, she tucked the package under one arm, tried to look as if it weren't heavy, and sauntered downstairs with outward self-possession and inward apprehension. She faced the clerk cordially, while a singularly distracting smile curled her lips.
"My bill, please?" she asked.
"Two dollars, madam," he responded gallantly.
"I don't happen to have any money with me," she explained charmingly. "Of course, I had expected to go back on my wheel, but, since it is broken, perhaps you would be willing to take this until I return to the city and can mail a check?"
She drew a diamond ring from an aristocratic finger and offered it to the clerk. He blushed furiously, and she reproved him for it with a cold stare.
"It's quite irregular," he explained, "but, of course, in the circ.u.mstances, it will be all right. It is not necessary for us to keep the ring at all, if you will give us your city address."
"I prefer that you keep it," she insisted firmly, "for, besides, I shall have to ask you to let me have fare back to the city-a couple of dollars? Of course it will be all right?"
It was half an hour before the clerk fully awoke. He had given the Girl two real dollars and held her ring clasped firmly in one hand. She was gone. She might just as well have taken the hotel along with her so far as any objection from that clerk would have been concerned.
Once out of the hotel the Girl hurried on.
"Thank goodness, that's over," she exclaimed.
For several blocks she walked on. Finally her eye was attracted by a "To Let" sign on a small house-it was No. 410 State Street. She walked in through a gate cut in the solid wall of stone and strolled up to the house. Here she wandered about for a time, incidentally tearing off the "To Let" sign. Then she came down the path toward the street again. Just inside the stone fence she left her express package, after scribbling the name of the street on it with a pencil. A dollar bill lay on top. She hurried out and along a block or more to a small grocery.
"Will you please 'phone to the express company and have them send a wagon to No. 410 State Street for a package?" she asked sweetly of a heavy-voiced grocer.
"Certainly, ma'am," he responded with alacrity.
She paused until he had done as she requested, then dropped into a restaurant for a cup of coffee. She lingered there for a long time, and then went out to spend a greater part of the day wandering up and down State Street. At last an express wagon drove up, the driver went in and returned after a little while with the package.
"And, thank goodness, that's off my hands!" sighed the Girl. "Now I'm going home."
Late that evening, Sat.u.r.day, Miss Dollie Meredith returned to the home of the Greytons and was clasped to the motherly bosom of Mrs. Greyton, where she wept unreservedly.
Chapter V.
It was late Sunday afternoon. Hutchinson Hatch did not run lightly up the steps of the Greyton home and toss his cigar away as he rang the bell. He did go up the steps, but it was reluctantly, dragging one foot after the other, this being an indication rather of his mental condition than of physical weariness. He did not throw away his cigar as he rang the bell because he wasn't smoking-but he did ring the bell. The maid whom he had seen on his previous visit opened the door.
"Is Mrs. Greyton in?" he asked with a nod of recognition.
"No, sir."
"Mr. Greyton?"
"No, sir."
"Did Mr. Meredith arrive from Baltimore?"
"Yes, sir. Last midnight."
" Ah! Is he in?"
"No, sir."
The reporter's disappointment showed clearly in his face.
"I don't suppose you've heard anything further from Miss Meredith?" he ventured hopelessly.
"She's upstairs, sir."
Anyone who has ever stepped on a tack knows just how Hatch felt. He didn't stand on the order of being invited in-he went in. Being in, he extracted a plain calling-card from his pocketbook with twitching fingers and handed it to the waiting maid.
"When did she return?" he asked.
"Last night, about nine, sir."
"Where has she been?"
"I don't know, sir."
"Kindly hand her my card and explain to her that it is imperative that I see her for a few minutes," the reporter went on. "Impress upon her the absolute necessity of this. By the way, I suppose you know where I came from, eh?"
"Police headquarters, yes, sir."
Hatch tried to look like a detective, but a gleam of intelligence in his face almost betrayed him.
"You might intimate as much to Miss Meredith," he instructed the maid calmly.
The maid disappeared. Hatch went in and sat down in the reception-room, and said "Whew!" several times.
"The gold plate returned to Randolph last night by express," he mused, "and she returned also, last night. Now what does that mean?"
After a minute or so the maid reappeared to state that Miss Meredith would see him. Hatch received the message gravely and beckoned mysteriously as he sought for a bill in his pocketbook.
"Do you have any idea where Miss Meredith was?"
"No, sir. She didn't even tell Mrs. Greyton or her father."
"What was her appearance?"
"She seemed very tired, sir, and hungry. She still wore the masked ball costume."
The bill changed hands and Hatch was left alone again. There was a long wait, then a rustle of skirts, a light step, and Miss Dollie Meredith entered.
She was nervous, it is true, and pallid, but there was a suggestion of defiance as well as determination on her pretty mouth. Hatch stared at her in frank admiration for a moment, then, with an effort, proceeded to business.
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