Part 42 (1/2)
Madge laughed again. She seemed to be full of laughter to-night, but it was an uneasy, imperfect, and significant sort of laughter that Nick Carter had heard from her lips before, and which he, therefore, understood. He realized, now, that it was important that he should proceed with great caution.
”Oh, yes,” she said. ”Nick Carter did that for me. But I'm out again, just the same, and now my lay is to get square with Nick Carter.”
”You don't say so,” said Curly, s.h.i.+fting uneasily in his chair, and forgetting himself so far as to cast one furtive glance in the direction of the detective. ”What are you going to do to him?”
”Ask me that after I've got him where I want him,” replied Madge, fixing her bold eyes full upon Nick Carter's face; and then, slowly removing them, and swinging her body half around until she again faced Curly, she added insinuatingly:
”Aren't you going to introduce me to your friends, Curly?”
Curly shook his shoulders. He was on safe ground, now, ground where he felt perfectly at home; for it was never necessary to indulge in introductions in that walk of life, not even when they were asked for, but he replied:
”Sure, Madge. These are my two friends, and I guess that'll be about enough. You can call them by any name you want to, and they'll both answer you.”
”Under cover?” she asked.
”A little,” admitted Curly.
”Are they dumb, or tongue-tied, or have they temporarily lost their voices; or, are they only bashful? I should think that two full-grown men such as they are might be able to speak for themselves.”
”It ain't always good taste to speak for yourself,” said Curly, with an uneasy laugh. ”They might do it once too often.”
Madge's suspicions were plainly aroused. She remained silent for a moment after that, and then, leaning forward, she rested her arms upon the table, and with her face thrust well forward over them, again stared into the detective's face.
”Do you know who you are like?” she asked coolly.
”Yes,” replied Nick, just as coolly as she had spoken, ”I have heard it said often, but if you will take my advice you won't mention the name aloud. It might excite some of the people here.”
She laughed.
”That's just what I mean to do,” she said, with a tightening of her lips. ”They need excitement; that's what they live on. It's what we all live on. It's what we come here to get. Excitement is the backbone and muscle and sinew of our beings. And do you know that I think I could startle them all mightily right now if I should call something out to them which is on my mind to say?”
She reached out her left hand, and seized Curly by the shoulder, pulling him over to her, and then, in a tone which only the three who were present with her could hear, she went on, her voice deadly calm:
”Did you think, Nick Carter, that you could fool Black Madge? Did you think that you could come here into this same room where I am without my knowing instantly who you were? Don't you know that your very presence in the same room with me would make itself known to my sensibilities by reason of the very hate I bear you?”
She paused a moment and laughed uneasily. And then she continued:
”Don't you know, Nick Carter, that you have walked directly into a trap, from which you cannot escape? And were you not aware before you came here that if your ident.i.ty became known your life wouldn't be worth a moment's purchase? If you so much as quiver an eyelid, Nick Carter, I will call out your name, and point you out as a spy, and you know what that will mean in Mike Grinnel's dive.”
CHAPTER XXIII.
BLACK MADGE'S DEFIANCE.
It was a crucial moment for each of the three men who were seated at that table, and it affected each of the three quite differently.
Chick was concerned only for the safety of his chief, for even then it did not occur to him that Black Madge had taken sufficient interest in himself to identify him, and that doubtless she still regarded him as really a friend of Curly's.
Curly was plainly frightened, as well as utterly astounded. It had never occurred to him that the disguise of Nick Carter, which had seemed to him to be perfect, would be, or could be, so readily penetrated; and he realized, for the moment, at least, that he was in as much danger as Nick Carter himself, for if it should be known to the others--or should suddenly be made known to them--that Nick Carter was in that room, they would not only kill the detective, but they would also murder the man who had dared to bring him there.