Part 56 (1/2)

”Margery!”

”Jacqueline!”

The two cries rang through the room, then all was quiet again.

”You have come back!” were the next words Paula heard. ”How could I ever have doubted that you would!”

”I have been driven back by awful suffering,” was the answer; and another silence fell. Suddenly Jacqueline's voice was heard. ”Love slew me, and now love has saved me!” exclaimed she. And there came no answer to that cry, and Paula felt the shadow of a great awe settle down upon her, and moving nearer to where the aged woman knelt by her darling's bedside, she looked in her bended face and then in the one upturned on the pillow, and knew that of all the hearts that but an instant before had beat with earth's deepest emotion in that quiet room, one alone throbbed on to thank G.o.d and take courage.

And the fire which had been kindled to welcome the prodigal back, burned on; and from the hollow depths of the great room below, came the sound of a clock as it struck the hour, seven!

XLVI.

THE MAN c.u.mMINS.

Oh day and night, but this is wondrous strange.”--HENRY V.

”Shut up in measureless content.”--OTh.e.l.lO.

The lights were yet s.h.i.+ning in Mr. Stuyvesant's parlors, though the guests were gone, who but a short time before had a.s.sembled there to witness the marriage of Cicely's dear friend, Paula.

At one end of the room stood Mr. Sylvester and Bertram, the former gazing with the eyes of a bridegroom, at the delicate white-clad figure of Paula, just leaving the apartment with Cicely.

”I have but one cause for regret,” said Mr. Sylvester as the door closed. ”I could have wished that you and Cicely had partic.i.p.ated in our joy and received the minister's benediction at the same moment as ourselves.”

”Yes,” said Bertram with a short sigh. ”But it will come in time. It cannot be but that our efforts must finally succeed. I have just had a new idea; that of putting the watchman on the hunt for Hopgood. They are old friends, and he ought to know all the other's haunts and possible hiding-places.”

”If Fanning could have helped us, he would have told us long ago. He knows that Hopgood is missing and that we are ready to pay well for any information concerning him.”

”But they are old cronies, and possibly Fanning is keeping quiet out of consideration for his friend.”

”No; I have had a talk with Fanning, and there was no mistaking his look of surprise when told the other had run away under suspicion of being connected with a robbery on the bank's effects. He knows no more of Hopgood than we do, or his wife does, or the police even. It is a strange mystery, and one to which I fear we shall never obtain the key.

But don't let me discourage you; after a suitable time Mr. Stuyvesant will--”

He paused, for that gentleman was approaching him.

”There is a man outside who insists upon seeing me; says he knows there has just been a wedding here, but that the matter he has to communicate is very important, and won't bear putting off. The name on his card is c.u.mmins; I am afraid I shall have to admit him, that is, if you have no objection?”

Mr. Sylvester and Bertram at once drew back with ready acquiescence.

They had scarcely taken their stand at the other end of the apartment, when the man came in. He was of robust build, round, precise and business-like. He had taken off his hat, but still wore his overcoat; his face in spite of a profusion of red whiskers and a decided pair of goggles, was earnest and straightforward. He walked at once up to Mr.

Stuyvesant.

”Your pardon,” said he, in a quick tone. ”But I hear you have been somewhat exercised of late over the disappearance of certain bonds from one of the boxes in the Madison Bank. I am a detective, and in the course of my duty have come upon a few facts that may help to explain matters.”

Mr. Sylvester and Bertram at once started forward; this was a topic that demanded their attention as well as that of the master of the house.

The man cast them a quick look from behind his goggles, and seeming to recognize them, included them in his next question.