Part 28 (2/2)
”I'll tell you all about it, honey, while we are riding home; that is, if we are going home.” With tantalizing daring she looked up at Steve and asked with exaggerated humility, ”Am I to be permitted to return to the Double O in the care of Bruce--of Mr. Greyson's man, Mr.
Courtlandt?”
He flushed darkly, but without answering led the way to the big touring car. The j.a.p sat behind the wheel in bronze immobility. When Courtlandt had laid the rug over the knees of the two girls in the back seat he closed the door and gave Ito his order.
”Drive Mrs. Courtlandt and Miss Glamorgan to the Double O as quickly as you can with safety. Jerry, in some way get word to Gerrish that I need him at Slippy Bend as soon as he can get here. I'll try 'phoning from the hotel as well; the lines may be in order now.”
”Aren't you coming with us, Steve?” Peggy's tone was aggrieved.
”No. I have Blue Devil here; I'll ride out. Good-night!”
He watched the red light on the departing automobile until it became a mere spark in the distance. Then he returned to the train. He was still puzzling over the message Greyson had tried to get to Benson when Nelson hailed him. He was near the step of the last car.
”Oh, Steve, get a hustle on! I've been waiting for you.” Then as Courtlandt stood beside him he added in a grave voice, ”It's about Denbigh. When we lifted him he--he went out like a candle. Never saw anything like it. They've taken the--him to the hotel. You'll have to notify the authorities, Steve. Simms shot him, and I hope they make that surly brute pay the piper. I'll give my testimony when they want it. Now I must get on with this train.” He sprang to the step of the car and seized the rail. Brakeman and conductors stood rigidly awaiting his signal. Courtlandt stepped back.
”Just a minute, Steve! Lord, I almost forgot to tell you. There is just one glint of humor in this infernally tragic night. It seems that Lochinvar is Greyson of the X Y Z ranch. Don't know where that is; perhaps you do. His lady friend got the dope about this hold-up, too.
She rode to his place for help and the two flivvered down the track to stop the train, she standing on the seat grabbing his hair with one hand while with the other she waved that fool lantern. Can't you see the picture? I'll say she's some little sport.”
”But--but the elopement?”
”Lord-ee, Steve, don't take this whole rotten business so to heart.
You're livid. That elopement stuff is the glint. The girl had been told that there were traitors on the train. She knew Greyson's reason for flagging it mustn't be suspected; just there the elopement excuse flashed into her mind. Said she reckoned that elopers were the only people who would do such a fool stunt. She told the maid about it after things had quieted down. I'll say she's a peacherino. If I hadn't a perfectly good wife at home she could have me. Happen to know who she is?”
”Yes. I happen to know. She is--she is Mrs. Stephen Courtlandt.” Nelson almost fell off the step.
”For the love of Mike! I don't wonder you're white. She--she was so darned convincing.” With a chuckle he swung forward and gave the signal to the waiting crew. In a fairly successful imitation of Jerry's voice he called softly:
”Go on, Mr. Brakeman. We--we want to get to the coast.”
As he made his way along the street in the starlight Courtlandt felt as though he were traveling with his double. It was as if his shadow had suddenly developed a mind which occupied itself exclusively with thoughts of Jerry, leaving his own brain free to concentrate on the business ahead. In a spirit of detachment he turned over and over her reason for the elopement announcement, pictured her ride, her furious indignation when the flesh and blood Steve had held her in his arms.
There was nothing shadowy in Courtlandt's reaction to that memory.
The foyer of the small, ramshackle hotel was filled with men, tobacco smoke, and the hum and buzz of excited voices, all but the s.p.a.ce near one closed door. When they looked in that direction men spoke in whispers, many of them dragged off their hats. It was as if the insensate wood had an aura of mystery and tragedy into which no person in the room cared or dared penetrate. Greyson was the first person to whom Courtlandt spoke.
”Bruce--I know now----” With a smile the elder laid his hand on the younger man's shoulder.
”Forget it, Steve. Had I been in your place I couldn't have carried off the situation as well, I am glad that I stand exonerated of that unspeakable treachery. I--I only hope that later when you learn----” he cleared his throat and went on irrelevantly, ”Who's to tell Mrs. Denbigh about her husband? After all, he was her husband. You were his friend.
She'll take it better from you, Steve.”
A furious protest rose to Courtlandt's lips but he looked at the closed door and answered instead:
”Somebody's got to do it. I'll ride over to the X Y Z in the morning.
There is no use in consulting her about any of the arrangements here.
Has anyone wired Denbigh's mother for instructions?”
”No, we waited for you. You'd better get her on long distance. A train goes East at two A. M.”
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