Part 19 (1/2)
”If you are dastardly enough to threaten me, I am not such a coward as to fear you. I have played my cards better than you know,” she answered, defiantly.
”My dear lady,” Hobson replied, and the door-k.n.o.b turned slightly under his hand, ”those little speeches sound very well, but we both understand each other perfectly. You want my services in this case; you must have them; and I am willing to render them; but it is useless for you to dictate terms to me. I will undertake the case in accordance with your wishes, but only upon the conditions mentioned.”
The reply was inaudible, but was evidently satisfactory to Hobson, for, as he opened the door, there was a leer of triumph on his face.
He glanced suspiciously about the hall, and, on reaching the door, turned to Mrs. LaGrange, who had accompanied him, saying, in his smoothest tones,--
”I shall be out again in two or three days. Should you wish to see me before that time, you can telephone to my office or send me word.”
She bowed silently and he took his departure, but as she returned to her room, she exclaimed, fiercely, ”Craven! Let me but once get my rights secured, and he will find whether I stand in fear of him!”
Having taken leave of Mrs. LaGrange, Hobson carefully avoided the front part of the house and grounds, taking instead the gravelled walk leading through the grove towards the lake in the rear and out upon the side street. As he was hurrying along this rather secluded avenue, he was suddenly confronted by Scott. Although strangers to each other, Hobson instantly conjectured that this must be the secretary who had betrayed such familiarity with the correspondence which had pa.s.sed between himself and Hugh Mainwaring, and that it might be to his own interest to form the acquaintance of the young man.
Quick as thought he drew from his pocket a card, and, pausing suddenly in his rapid walk, said, with a profound bow,--
”I beg pardon; I cannot be mistaken; have I not the pleasure of addressing Mr. Scott?”
”That is my name,” replied the secretary, coldly.
”I beg you will accept this card; and allow me to suggest that you may find it conducive to your interests to call upon me at the address named, if you will take the trouble to do so.”
Scott glanced from the card to the speaker, regarding the latter with close scrutiny. ”You seem very solicitous of the interests of a stranger, as it is not to be presumed that you have any ulterior motive in making this suggestion.”
Hobson appeared to ignore the sarcasm. ”It is barely possible,” he continued, in his most ingratiating tones, ”that I may be in possession of facts which it would be to your advantage to learn.”
”In case you are, I suppose, of course, you would impart them to me simply out of pure disinterestedness, without a thought of pecuniary compensation?”
Hobson winced and glanced nervously about him. ”I must hasten,” he said; ”I cannot stop for explanations; but you will find me in my office at two o'clock to-morrow, if you care to call. Meantime, my young friend, I am not perhaps as mercenary as you think, and I may be able to be of great a.s.sistance to you,” and with a final bow, the man hastily disappeared around a turn of the winding walk.
Scott proceeded in the opposite direction in a deep study. ”Is it possible,” he soliloquized, ”that that creature is on my track and has any proposition to make to me? Or, is he afraid that I know his secret, and that I may deprive him of his hold upon the Mainwarings?
More likely it is the latter. A week ago I was looking for that man, and would probably have endeavored to make terms with him, though it would have involved an immense amount of risk, for a cast-iron contract wouldn't hold him, and his testimony would be worth little or nothing, one way or the other.” Scott glanced again at the address on the card. ”Not a very desirable locality!
It probably suits him and his business, though: I believe, I will give the scoundrel a call and see what I can draw out of him.”
Dinner was announced as Scott returned to the house, and a number of circ.u.mstances combined to render the meal far pleasanter and more social than any since the death of the master of Fair Oaks.
Mr. Merrick was nowhere to be found, and the slight restraint imposed by his presence was removed. Mrs. LaGrange and her son were also absent, preferring to take their meals privately in an adjoining room which Hugh Mainwaring had often used as a breakfast-room. The silence and frigidity which had lately reigned at the table seemed to have given place to almost universal sociability, though Ralph Mainwaring's face still wore a sullen scowl.
As Mr. Whitney met the secretary, his sensitive face flushed at the remembrance of their late interview, and he watched the young man with evident curiosity. Scott was conscious, however, of an increased friendliness towards himself on the part of most of the guests, but feeling that it was likely to prove of short duration, he remained noncommittal and indifferent. As they left the table, Miss Carleton rallied him on his appearance.
”Mr. Scott, you are a mystery!”
”Why so, Miss Carleton, if you please?” he asked, quickly.
”Just now, when everybody's spirits are relaxing after that horrible inquest, you look more serious and glum than I have ever seen you.
I threw myself into the breach this afternoon to rescue you from the enemy's grounds, whither you had been carried by the sensational statements of Mrs. LaGrange and the coachman and chambermaid, and I have not even seen you smile once since. Perhaps,” she added, archly, ”you didn't care to be rescued by a woman, but would have preferred to make your own way out.”
”No,” said Scott, smiling very brightly now; ”I'll not be so ungrateful as to say that, though I believe I am generally able to fight my own battles; but I will confess I was somewhat disappointed this afternoon when you gave your testimony.”
”How could that be?” she inquired, greatly surprised.
”Up to that time I had flattered myself that I had one friend who had faith in me, even though circ.u.mstances conspired against me. I discovered, then, that it was no confidence in me, but only a knowledge of some of the facts, that kept her from turning against me like the rest.”
Scott spoke in serio-comic tones, and Miss Carleton looked keenly in his face to see if he were jesting.