Part 13 (1/2)

He listened intently as though for its heartbeats, his face turned up toward the silent pines. For a long while he stood so and then went indoors and sat at the old piano playing softly.

CHAPTER V

NEW ELEMENTS

Some of the men on guard in the middle watch reported that they had heard what seemed to be the sounds of music very far away in the woods and were disturbed at the trick their ears had played upon them. But Peter didn't tell them the truth. If listening for the notes of a piano would keep them awake, listen they should. He slept until noon and then went to the house for orders.

Morning seemed to make a difference in the point of view. If the moon had made the night lovely, the sun brought with it the promise of every good thing. The walk through the woods to Black Rock House was a joy, very slightly alleviated by the poor condition of the trees under which Peter pa.s.sed. It was primeval forest even here, with valuable trees stunted and poor ones vastly overgrown according to nature's law which provides for the survival of the fittest. This was the law too, which was to be applied to Peter. Would he grow straight and true in this foreign soil or gnarled and misshapen like the cedars and the maples that he saw? Yes. He would grow and straight ... straight.

Optimism seemed to be the order of the new day. At the house he found that his employer had put on a clean s.h.i.+rt and was freshly shaven. The windows of the room were opened wide to the sunlight which streamed into the room, revealing its darkest corners. McGuire himself seemed to have responded to the effulgence of the sun and the balmy air which swept across his table. His manner was now calm, his voice more measured.

When Peter came into the room, Mr. McGuire closed the heavy doors of the steel safe carefully and turned to greet him.

”Oh, glad to see you, Nichols,” he said more cheerfully. ”A quiet night, I understand.”

”Yes,” laughed Nichols, ”except for the man who got through the guards and smoked a cigarette on your portico.”

”What!” gasped McGuire.

”Don't be alarmed, sir. It was only myself. I wanted to show Shad Wells the defects of his police system.”

”Oh! Ah! Ha, ha, yes, of course. Very good. And you weren't shot at?”

”Oh, no, sir--though I'd given them leave to pot me if they could. But I think you're adequately protected now.”

”Good,” said McGuire. ”Have a cigar. I'm glad you've come. I wanted to talk to you.”

And when they had lighted their cigars, ”It's about this very guard.

I--I'm afraid you'll have to keep your men under cover at least in the daytime.”

”Under cover?”

”Well, you see,” went on McGuire in some hesitation, ”my daughter (he called it darter) Peggy is motoring down from New York to-day. I don't want her, but she's coming. I couldn't stop her. She doesn't know anything about this--er--this guarding the house. And I don't want her to know. She mustn't know. She'd ask questions. I don't want questions asked. I'll get her away as soon as I can, but she mustn't be put into any danger.”

”I see,” said Peter examining the ash of his cigar. ”You don't want her to know anything about the impending attempts upon your life and property.”

”Yes, that's it,” said McGuire impatiently. ”I don't want her to find out. Er--she couldn't understand. You know women, Nichols. They talk too much.” He paused ”It's--er--necessary that none of her friends in New York or mine should know of--er--any danger that threatens me. And of course--er--any danger that threatens me would--in a way--threaten her.

You see?”

”I think so.”

”I've put all weapons under cover. I don't want her to see 'em. So when she comes--which may be at any moment--nothing must be said about the men outside and what they're there for. In the daytime they must be given something to do about the place--tr.i.m.m.i.n.g the lawns, pruning trees or weeding the driveway. Pay 'em what they ask, but don't let any of 'em go away. You'll explain this to the new men. As for yourself--er--of course you're my new superintendent and forester.”

McGuire got up and paced the floor slowly looking at Peter out of the tail of his eye.

”I like you, Nichols. We'll get along. You've got courage and intelligence--and of course anybody can see you're a gentleman. You'll keep on taking your meals in the house----”

”If you'd like me to go elsewhere----”