Part 17 (1/2)

”Indeed, there is no need for anything further,” Robert Morton protested. ”Perhaps, knowing me so little, it was only natural that he should distrust me.”

”It was neither natural nor courteous,” came hotly from Delight, ”and I for one am mortified that any visitor to the village should receive such treatment.”

Then as if clearing her skirts of the offending Mr. Eldridge, she drew herself to her full height and swept magnificently out the door. An awkward silence followed her departure.

Robert Morton hesitated, glancing uneasily from Willie to Janoah, scented a storm and, slipping softly from the shop, went in pursuit of the retreating figure.

”For goodness sake, Janoah, whatever set you makin' a speech like that?” Willie demanded, when the two were alone. ”Have you gone plumb crazy? The very notion of your lightin' into that innocent young feller! What are you thinkin' of?”

”Mebbe he ain't so innocent as he seems,” the accuser sneered.

The little old man faced him sharply.

”Come,” he persisted, ”let's have this thing out. What do you know about him?”

”What do you?” retorted Janoah, evading the question.

The inventor paused, chagrined.

”You don't know nothin' an' I don't know nothin',” continued Janoah, seizing the advantage he had gained. ”Each of us is welcome to his opinion, ain't he? It's a free country. You're all fur believin' the chap's an angel out of heaven. You've swallered down every word he's uttered like as if it was gospel truth, an' took him into your own house same's if he was a relation. There's fish that gobble down bait just that way. I ain't that kind. Young men don't bury themselves up in a quiet spot like Wilton without they've got somethin' up their sleeve.”

Staring intently at his friend, he noted with satisfaction that Willie's brow had clouded into a frown.

”Is it to be expected, I ask you now, is it to be expected that a spirited young sprig of a college feller such as him relishes spendin'

his time workin' away in this shop day in an' day out? What's he doin'

it fur, tell me that? This world ain't a benevolent inst.i.tution, an'

the folks in it don't go throwin' their elbow-grease away unless they look to get somethin' out of it. This Morton boy has boned down here like a slave. What's in it fur him?”

”Why, it's his vacation an'--”

”Vacation!” interrupted Janoah scornfully. ”You call it a vacation, do you, for him to be workin' away here with you? You honestly think he hankers after doin' it?”

”He said he did.”

”An' you believed it, I s'pose, same's you credited the rest of his talk,” jeered Mr. Eldridge. ”Look out the winder, Willie Spence, an'

tell me, if you was twenty instead of 'most seventy, if you'd be stayin' indoors a-carpenterin' these summer days when you could be outside?”

He swept a hand dramatically toward the cas.e.m.e.nt and in spite of himself the old man obeyed his injunction and looked.

A dome blue as larkspur arched the sky and to its farthest bound the sea, reflecting its azure tints, flashed and sparkled as if set with stars of gold. Along the sh.o.r.e where glittered reaches of hard white sand and a gentle breeze tossed into billows the salt gra.s.s edging the margin of the little creeks, fishermen launching their dories called to one another, their voices floating upward on the still air with musical clearness.

”Would you be puttin' in your vacation a-workin' all summer, Willie, if you was the age of that young man?” repeated Janoah.

”He ain't here for all summer,” protested the unhappy inventor, catching at a straw. ”He's only goin' to stay a little while.”

”He was here fur over night at first, warn't he?” inquired the tormentor. ”Then it lengthened into a week; an' the Lord only knows now how much longer he's plannin' to hang round the place. Besides, if he's only makin' a short visit, it's less likely than ever he'd want to put in the whole of it tinkerin' with you. He'd be goin' about seein'

Wilton, sailin', fis.h.i.+n', swimmin' or clammin', like other folks do that come here fur the summer, if he was a normal human bein'. But has he been anywheres yet? No, sir! I've had my weather eye out, an' I can answer for it that the feller ain't once poked his head out of this shop. What's made him so keen fur stayin' in Wilton an' workin'?”

Willie did not answer, but he took a great bandanna with a flaming border of scarlet from his pocket and mopped his forehead nervously.