Part 26 (2/2)
She stopped abruptly, for looking up she saw standing in the doorway Nan Sh.e.l.ley--by which name she knew her--who was calmly regarding her.
The shock of surprise, for shock it surely was, seemed brief, for almost instantly Josie completed her broken speech:
”When you know them better you'll feel quite at home in their society.
h.e.l.lo, Nan.”
”What! Josie O'Gorman? You here?” with well-affected surprise.
”You know it. But how came _you_ here, Nan? Has Daddy sent you to help me?”
”Help you! In what way?”
”Help me enjoy country life,” said Josie, coloring at her slip.
”Why, I'm on a vacation. You don't seem to understand. I'm--Ingua's mother.”
Josie's self-control wasn't proof against this second shock. Her blue eyes stared amazed. With a low exclamation she stood up and faced the woman.
”Ingua's mother! You, Nan?”
”Just so,” with a quiet smile.
”Then you ought to be ashamed of yourself,” declared Josie with righteous indignation. ”You're one of the best paid women in the Department, and you've left your poor child here to starve and slave for a wretched old--,” she paused.
”Well, what is he?” asked Nan with tantalizing gentleness.
”An old skinflint, at the least. Shame on you, Nan! Ingua is a dear little girl, and you--you're an unnatural mother. Why, I never suspected you were even married.”
”I'm a widow, Josie.”
”And Old Swallowtail is your father? How strange. But--why did you come here just now?” with sudden suspicion.
”I've just finished the Hillyard case and they gave me a vacation. So I came here to see my little girl. I didn't know she was being neglected, Josie. I shall take better care of her after this. My visit to Cragg's Crossing is perfectly natural, for I was born here. But you? What are you up to, Josie?”
”I'm visiting Mary Louise Burrows.”
”With what object?”
A detective must be quick-witted. Josie's brain was working with lightning-like rapidity. In a few brief seconds she comprehended that if Nan was Old Swallowtail's daughter, home on a vacation, she must not be allowed to know that Josie was conducting a case against her father.
Otherwise she might interfere and spoil everything. She knew Nan of old and respected her keen intelligence. Once, when they had been pitted against each other, Josie had won; but she was not sure she could defeat Nan a second time. Therefore it was imperative that old Cragg's daughter remain in ignorance of the fact that Josie was awaiting reinforcements from Was.h.i.+ngton in order to arrest Nan's father as a counterfeiter. Also Josie realized instantly that Ingua was likely to tell her mother all she knew about Joselyn, including the story she had told Josie; so, without hesitation she answered Nan's question with apparent frankness:
”Really, Nan, I came here on a wild-goose chase. A man named Ned Joselyn had mysteriously disappeared and his wife feared he had met with foul play. I traced him to this place and as Colonel Hathaway and Mary Louise were living here--in Mrs. Joselyn's own house, by the way-- I had myself invited as their guest. Well, the long and short of it is that Joselyn isn't murdered, after all. He simply skipped, and since I came here to worry my poor brain over the fellow he has been discovered, still in hiding but very much alive.”
”You suspected my father of killing him?”
”I did; and so did others; but it seems he didn't. But, even with that precious bubble burst, Mary Louise insists on my staying for a visit; so here I am, and your little girl has become my friend.”
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