Part 42 (1/2)
There were lights in the Squire's house. In spite of the fog, Vaniman perceived that there was a gray hint of dawn in the heavens. More acutely was he wondering what this universal vigil in Egypt signified.
But reaction had overtaken him. He was in the mood to accept commands of any sort. He walked on in silence.
”You must stay out here till I break the thing to Xoa!”
The young man clung to the trellis of the porch for a few moments until Xoa flung wide the door. Supported in her embrace, he staggered into the sitting room.
”Cry, sonny! Cry a little,” the Squire adjured him. ”Put your head on Xoa's knee and have it out. It will tide you over till your own mother can comfort you.”
But wild desire for knowledge burned the sudden tears out of Vaniman's eyes. ”Where is Vona? What is happening?”
”We'll see to it mighty quick that Vona knows, sonny. The right word must get to her in the right way. Mother will know how. Mother, you'd better attend to it.”
She agreed with that suggestion, but first she brought a basin and water and soft cloths and solicitously made more presentable the young man's face.
While she ministered to him he told them what had been happening in his affairs.
”You're alive. That's the main point. Now, Xoa,” urged the Squire, ”go to Vona before some lunatic tells her something to scare her to death!”
The good woman hastened away, her smile rea.s.suring the lover.
For some time the Squire regarded Vaniman with an expression into which some of the old notary's whimsical humor began to creep. ”So it struck you, did it, that you had dropped back into town on a lively night? I was expecting quite a general stir, myself. But I'll confess that the thing hit me as livelier than what I had looked for when I was sitting here and heard a man holler outside that your ghost had chased Tasper Britt into his office. You see, the plan was not to have Tasper disturbed by any human beings this night. We all hoped he would sleep sound. Everybody proposed to tiptoe when pa.s.sing in the neighborhood of the Harnden house. But to have a ghost come and chase Tasper around town was wholly outside the calculations of the human beings in Egypt this night.”
”I'm afraid I don't see any joke hidden in this proposition, Squire,”
the young man complained.
”Son, it's a joke, but it's so big and ironic that only one of those G.o.ds on high Olympus is big enough and broad-minded enough to be able to laugh at it. Some day the folks of this town will be able to look back on this night and laugh, I do hope. But not now. They're too much wrought up. They're too busy. Hold on! I'm going to let another man explain the thing. He's in a position to pa.s.s out information more to the point than anything I can hand you. I'll simply say this. When you saw what you beheld in the fog this night, you were seeing a revised version of the Book of Exodus acted out in real life. The Children of Israel, of this day and date, are departing from the land of Pharaoh, current edition. With their flocks and their possessions, their wives and their children, they are on their way to The Promised Land. And now, if you'll step into the parlor with me I'll introduce you to the promiser.”
Vaniman followed
CHAPTER x.x.x
THE PROMISED LAND
There was a big man in the parlor, a hearty-looking man, manifestly of the metropolis, patently of the ”good sport” type. He was walking up and down. With his tweed knickerbockers, his belted jacket, his diamonds in his scarf and on his fingers, he was such an odd figure in the homely surroundings that he produced on Vaniman a surprise effect. The young man surveyed the stranger with the interest one might take in a queer animal in a circus van; the big man's restless pacing suggested a caged creature. But he took not the least interest in Vaniman, an unkempt individual without a coat.
”Hexter, what did happen, anyway? I thought you were never coming back.
I had a good mind to chase you up, though it would be poor judgment for me to show myself to-night.”
”This has happened!” The Squire pointed to Vaniman. The big man c.o.c.ked an inquiring eyebrow, looking at the Squire's exhibit with indifference.
”Colonel, this is Frank Vaniman. You know all about the case!”
The stranger stepped back so hastily that he knocked over a chair.
”Know about the case!” he bawled. ”No, I don't know about it, either, if this is the man the mountain fell on--or whatever it was that happened.
What kind of con is this you're giving me, Hexter?”
”This is the man, sir. What I mean by saying you know about the case is that you have agreed with me that an innocent man was railroaded into prison, after I gave you the facts. He is out through a trick worked by a prison guard. He'll give us the details later. Just now it's more important for you to be told that Tasper Britt, by his own acts, has confessed that he robbed the Egypt Trust Company.”
”Well, I'll be d.a.m.nationed!” blurted the big man, with such whole-souled astonishment that the mode of expression was pardonable. ”And I thought that plenty and enough was happening in this town for one night!”