A Woman at Bay Part 14
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Instead of pulling it, she released it, still staring at him, and she returned slowly to her chair.
"You are a strange man," she murmured, "and a brave one. There is not another who would dare to defy me as you have done."
"Perhaps there is not another who has so much at stake," he replied quietly, but with perfect truth, as the reader knows.
Again she knit her brows in perplexity; again the detective knew that she was concentrating her mind upon that incident at the prefecture, trying with all her power to recall the merest detail of it.
Nick remembered that his name had been mentioned aloud at that time; he recalled the fact that Goron, in rising to shake hands with him, had called him by name plainly enough. It was evident that she also remembered that much of the facts, and was now straining every energy she possessed to recall what that name was.
And while she thought so deeply, her face gradually a.s.sumed an expressionless cast. She closed her lips firmly together. Her eyes became sombre. She seemed oblivious of his presence, and of her surroundings. For the moment she was back again in Paris, at the prefecture, in the presence of Goron, five years ago.
After a little, without another change of expression, she shrugged her shoulders, and rose from her chair, and then, with an a.s.sumption of carelessness, she pa.s.sed from the room upon the piazza, saying as she went:
"Come. We will not bother any more about this for the present. We will take up the subject again another time, after we have both had opportunity to think it over. If you care for a cigar, Dago, there are some in that cupboard yonder. Help yourself."
Now, it happened that Nick did care for a cigar. He had not had one in many a day, but had forced himself to be content with an old pipe. The prospect of a cigar was enticing, and so he took her at her word, and helped himself--turning his back to her as he did so, and so he did not see the strange smile which crossed her face as she pa.s.sed through the door upon the piazza.
He was a bit puzzled by this sudden change in her att.i.tude and manner.
He could not exactly account for it. Had she remembered? He could not tell.
He realized, however, that he was in a predicament--that his position was precarious; for if she should remember--if she should recall the name of Nick Carter as connected with that incident, he knew that his own life would not be worth the snap of a finger, no matter how bravely he might fight, or how many of the foe he should overcome in the contest that would inevitably follow.
For, scattered about in that stronghold in the swamp, there were no less than a hundred of her followers, and there was not one among them who would not kill at her bidding.
She was standing upon the piazza, looking away through the woods, when he came out, and, without turning her head, she said to him:
"Take that chair, and remain there until you have smoked your cigar. The men might take it into their heads to be jealous if you should go among them with it, and they should know that you, a new arrival, had breakfasted with me. I will return in a moment."
She left him then, entering the house; and with no thought of immediate danger in his mind, Nick followed her suggestion, and leaned back in the chair, tilting it against the house, determined to enjoy that smoke to the utmost.
After that it was difficult to tell exactly what did happen.
He remembered afterward that he smoked on in enjoyment of the cigar for some minutes, and that he thought it somewhat rank, notwithstanding the fact that it had the appearance of being of excellent quality.
And then suddenly the cigar flashed, exactly as if there had been three or four grains of gunpowder wrapped in it--and he was instantly conscious of an intensely bitter taste in his mouth.
And then it seemed to him almost as if somebody had struck him, so strange were his sensations--and from that instant memory left him entirely.
The woman had been watching him narrowly from the doorway; she was waiting for that flash from the end of his cigar, and when it came she pa.s.sed out through the door swiftly, and caught him as he was about to fall from his chair to the floor of the piazza; caught him, and held him, and then deftly raised him to his feet, and half carried him inside the house before anybody--had a person been observant of the scene--could have realized that anything was wrong.
She possessed great strength, this remarkable woman; for the instant she was inside the door, heavy as he was, she raised him in her arms, and carried him into an adjoining room, where she closed the door behind her, and deposited him upon a couch.
And then, still working with great rapidity, she pulled aside a rug that was on the floor, and, having lifted a trapdoor, she again took him in her arms, and descended through the opening in the floor to the depths beneath it.
After a little she reappeared, and this time there was a grim smile upon her face, while she replaced the rug over the trapdoor, and otherwise rendered the room the same as it had been before the incident happened.
She pa.s.sed coolly out upon the piazza, and for a time strode up and down it in deep thought; but at last she raised her head quickly, and called sharply to the sentinel who was pacing up and down in front of the cottage.
"Send Handsome to me!" she ordered; and then she continued her pacing until Handsome appeared.
Handsome belied his name terribly in the light of day, for an uglier-looking chap could not be imagined; and yet, withal, there was a gleam of humor in his eyes and at the corners of his mouth. She turned to him abruptly.
"Where are the others of that bunch who were found with Dago?" she asked sharply.
"Yonder," replied Handsome, jerking his thumb over his shoulder toward the glade beyond them.
"What do you think about them, Handsome?" she asked again.
"I haven't thought much about them," he replied. "They are about the usual sort, I believe; no better and perhaps no worse."
"I am not so sure of that."
"No?" he asked, vaguely surprised.
"Handsome, I want you to take them, one by one, to the pool in the woods, strip them, and scrub them with soap, and water, and sand, if necessary. I want you to make sure that there is no suggestion of disguise about any of the three. Do it at once--and when it is done, no matter whether there is a question of disguise about any of them or not, bring them to me."
Handsome departed without a word. It was plain that Black Madge was accustomed to obedience. It was plain also that her suspicions were thoroughly aroused; for now she paced up and down again restlessly, and continued so to pace until almost an hour later Handsome stood before her again.
"Well?" she demanded.
"Two of them were plainly disguised," he replied.
"And the other?" she demanded, frowning.
"The other, as plainly was not disguised."
"And the two who were disguised--what of them?"
"I cannot tell if they are known to each other. I cannot tell whether they are spies or not, only it is quite likely that they are."
"And the third one? The one who wore no disguise?"
"I think he is all right. He is the one called Pat. When he realized that the others who had been with him were in disguise, he flew at one of them, thinking that he had been followed himself, and I think would have killed the fellow if I had not been there to prevent it."
Madge listened, with a shrug of her shoulders; then she said briefly:
"Bring them here, Handsome. Bring the two who were disguised, first.
Leave the other one alone until I send for him. What are the supposed names of these two?"
"One is called Tenstrike, and the other calls himself the Chicago Chicken."
"The Chicago Chicken," she said slowly. "Chick, for short, is it not? I think we are on the right track, Handsome. Bring that one here alone--first."
CHAPTER VIII.
THE DETECTIVES FACE A CRISIS.
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