Part 17 (1/2)
Carolina Langdon stood at the back of the room, nervously awaiting the moment when, she knew, she would be forced into the unpleasant discussion.
”I reckon you can't refuse to believe Miss Langdon,” drawled Norton, with aggravated deliberation.
”Of course,” stammered Haines, ”I'd believe it if Miss Langdon says it's so.”
The Congressman turned toward Carolina as he spoke and fixed on her a tense look which spelled as plainly as though spoken, ”It's all in your hands, my fortune--yours.”
She slowly drew across the room. Haines could hardly conceal the turmoil of his mind. The world seemed suddenly s.n.a.t.c.hed from around him, leaving her figure alone before him. Would she affirm what Norton and Randolph had said? He must believe her. But surely it was impossible that she--
Carolina played for time. She feared the making of a false move.
”I don't understand?” she said inquiringly to Norton.
He calmly began an elaborate explanation.
”Miss Langdon, this secretary has discovered that there is a certain perfectly legitimate venture in Altacoola lands being carried on through certain influential people we know and by me. The blood of the young reformer is boiling. He is going straight to your father with the facts.
”I have tried to explain to him how it will needlessly embarra.s.s the Senator and spoil his own future. He won't believe me. He won't believe your brother. Perhaps you can make it clear.”
At last Carolina nerved herself to speak.
”You had better not go to my father, Mr. Haines. It will do no good.
He--is--in--the deal! You must believe me when I tell you so.”
The girl took her eyes from the secretary. He was plainly suffering.
CHAPTER XV
CAROLINA LANGDON'S ADVICE
”Let me speak to Mr. Haines alone,” said Carolina to Norton and her brother.
Norton turned a triumphant grin at Randolph as he beckoned him out and whispered: ”Leave him to her. It's all right. That New York dude has been riding for a fall--he's going to get it now.”
”I am sorry, so sorry this should have occurred, Mr. Haines,” Carolina said gently.
The secretary looked up slowly, his face drawn. It was an effort for him to speak.
”I can't understand it,” he said. ”I mightn't have thought so much of this a month ago, but I have come to love the Senator almost as a son, and to think that he could be like the rest of that bunch is awful.”
”You are too much of an idealist, Mr. Haines,” said the girl.
”And you? What do you think of it?” he demanded.
The girl's glance wavered.
”Don't idealize me too much, either, Mr. Haines. I didn't think it was much. Perhaps I don't understand business any too well.”