Part 23 (1/2)
CHAPTER XI
THE DOOR OPENS, AND CLOSES AGAIN
In one sense Hampton had greatly enjoyed Miss Spencer's call. Her bright, fresh face, her impulsive speech, her unquestioned beauty, had had their effect upon him, changing for the time being the gloomy trend of his thoughts. She was like a draught of pure Spring air, and he had gratefully breathed it in, and even longed for more.
But gradually the slight smile of amus.e.m.e.nt faded from his eyes.
Something, which he had supposed lay securely hidden behind years and distance, had all at once come back to haunt him,--the unhappy ghost of an expiated crime, to do evil to this girl Naida. Two men, at least, knew sufficient of the past to cause serious trouble. This effort by Slavin to hold personal communication with the girl was evidently made for some definite purpose. Hampton was unable to decide what that purpose could be. He entertained no doubt regarding the enmity of the big gambler, or his desire to ”get even” for all past injuries; but how much did he know? What special benefit did he hope to gain from conferring with Naida Gillis? Hampton decided to have a face-to-face interview with the man himself; he was accustomed to fight his battles in the open, and to a finish. A faint hope, which had been growing dimmer and dimmer with every pa.s.sing year, began to flicker once again within his heart. He desired to see this man Murphy, and to learn exactly what he knew.
He had planned his work, and was perfectly prepared to meet its dangers. He entered the almost deserted saloon opposite the hotel, across the threshold of which he had not stepped for two years, and the man behind the bar glanced up apprehensively.
”Red Slavin?” he said. ”Well, now see here, Hampton, we don't want no trouble in this shebang.”
”I 'm not here seeking a fight, Jim,” returned the inquirer, genially.
”I merely wish to ask 'Red' an unimportant question or two.”
”He's there in the back room, I reckon, but he's d.a.m.n liable to take a pot shot at you when you go in.”
Hampton's genial smile only broadened, as he carelessly rolled an unlighted cigar between his lips.
”It seems to me you are becoming rather nervous for this line of business, Jim. You should take a good walk in the fresh air every morning, and let up on the liquor. I a.s.sure you, Mr. Slavin is one of my most devoted friends, and is of that tender disposition he would not willingly injure a fly.”
He walked to the door, flung it swiftly and silently open, and stepping within, closed it behind him with his left hand. In the other glittered the steel-blue barrel of a drawn revolver.
”Slavin, sit down!”
The terse, imperative words seemed fairly to cut the air, and the red-bearded gambler, who had half risen to his feet, an oath upon his lips, sank back into his seat, staring at the apparition confronting him as if fascinated. Hampton jerked a chair up to the opposite side of the small table, and planted himself on it, his eyes never once deserting the big gambler's face.
”Put your hands on the table, and keep them there!” he said. ”Now, my dear friend, I have come here in peace, not war, and take these slight precautions merely because I have heard a rumor that you have indulged in a threat or two since we last parted, and I know something of your impetuous disposition. No doubt this was exaggerated, but I am a careful man, and prefer to have the 'drop,' and so I sincerely hope you will pardon my keeping you covered during what is really intended as a friendly call. I regret the necessity, but trust you are resting comfortably.”
”Oh, go to h.e.l.l!”
”We will consider that proposition somewhat later.” Hampton laid his hat with calm deliberation on the table. ”No doubt, Mr. Slavin,--if you move that hand again I 'll fill your system with lead,--you experience some very natural curiosity regarding the object of my unantic.i.p.ated, yet I hope no less welcome, visit.”
Slavin's only reply was a curse, his bloodshot eyes roaming the room furtively.
”I suspected as much,” Hampton went on, coolly. ”Indeed, I should have felt hurt had you been indifferent upon such an occasion. It does credit to your heart, Slavin. Come now, keep your eyes on me! I was about to gratify your curiosity, and, in the first place, I came to inquire solicitously regarding the state of your health during my absence, and incidentally to ask why you are exhibiting so great an interest in Miss Naida Gillis.”
Slavin straightened up, his great hands clinching nervously, drops of perspiration appearing on his red forehead. ”I don't understand your d.a.m.ned fun.”
Hampton's lips smiled unpleasantly. ”Slavin, you greatly discourage me. The last time I was here you exhibited so fine a sense of humor that I was really quite proud of you. Yet, truly, I think you do understand this joke. Your memory can scarcely be failing at your age.--Make another motion like that and you die right there! You know me.--However, as you seem to shy over my first question, I 'll honor you with a second,--Where's Silent Murphy?”
Slavin's great square jaws set, a froth oozing from between his thick lips, and for an instant the other man believed that in his paroxysm of rage he would hurl himself across the table. Then suddenly the ungainly brute went limp, his face grown haggard.
”You devil!” he roared, ”what do you mean?”
Surprised as Hampton was by this complete breaking down, he knew his man far too well to yield him the slightest opportunity for treachery.
With revolver hand resting on the table, the muzzle pointing at the giant's heart, he leaned forward, utterly remorseless now, and keen as an Indian on the trail.
”Do you know who I am?”