Part 28 (1/2)
Agatha shook her head with a smile; Nan Sh.e.l.ley laughed outright and retorted:
”Not yet, Hathaway. We can't afford to take chances with one who has dodged the whole Department for ten years.”
”Then you are Government agents?” he asked.
”That's it, sir.”
He turned his head toward the door by which he had entered, for there was an altercation going on in the hallway and Mr. Conant's voice could be heard angrily protesting.
A moment later the lawyer came in, followed by the little man with the fat nose, who bowed to Colonel Weatherby very respectfully yet remained planted in the doorway.
”This is--er--er--very unfortunate, sir; ve-ry un-for-tu-nate!”
exclaimed Peter Conant, chopping off each word with a sort of snarl.
”These con-found-ed secret service people have trailed us here.”
”It doesn't matter, Mr. Conant,” replied the Colonel, in a voice composed but very weary. He seated himself in a chair, as he spoke, and Mary Louise sat on the arm of it, still embracing him.
”No,” said O'Gorman, ”it really doesn't matter, sir. In fact, I'm sure you will feel relieved to have this affair off your mind and be spared all further annoyance concerning it.”
The old gentleman looked at him steadily but made no answer. It was Peter Conant who faced the speaker and demanded:
”What do you mean by that statement?”
”Mr. Hathaway knows what I mean. He can, in a few words, explain why he has for years borne the accusation of a crime of which he is innocent.”
Peter Conant was so astounded he could do nothing but stare at the detective. Staring was the very best thing that Peter did and he never stared harder in his life. The tears had been coursing down Mary Louise's cheeks, but now a glad look crossed her face.
”Do you hear that, Gran'pa Jim?” she cried. ”Of course you are innocent! I've always known that; but now even your enemies do.”
Mr. Hathaway looked long into the girl's eyes, which met his own hopefully, almost joyfully. Then he turned to O'Gorman.
”I cannot prove my innocence,” he said.
”Do you mean that you WILL not?”
”I will go with you and stand my trial. I will accept whatever punishment the law decrees.”
O'Gorman nodded his head.
”I know exactly how you feel about it, Mr. Hathaway,” he said, ”and I sympathize with you most earnestly. Will you allow me to sit down awhile? Thank you.”
He took a chair facing that of the hunted man. Agatha, seeing this, seated herself on the door-step. Nan maintained her position, leaning through the open window.
”This,” said O'Gorman, ”is a strange ease. It has always been a strange case, sir, from the very beginning. Important government secrets of the United States were stolen and turned over to the agent of a foreign government which is none too friendly to our own. It was considered, in its day, one of the most traitorous crimes in our history. And you, sir, a citizen of high standing and repute, were detected in the act of transferring many of these important papers to a spy, thus periling the safety of the nation. You were caught red-handed, so to speak, but made your escape and in a manner remarkable and even wonderful for its adroitness have for years evaded every effort on the part of our Secret Service Department to effect your capture. And yet, despite the absolute truth of this statement, you are innocent.”
None cared to reply for a time. Some who had listened to O'Gorman were too startled to speak; others refrained. Mary Louise stared at the detective with almost Peter Conant's expression--her eyes big and round. Irene thrilled with joyous antic.i.p.ation, for in the presence of this sorrowing, hunted, white-haired old man, whose years had been devoted to patient self-sacrifice, the humiliation the coming disclosure would, thrust upon Mary Louise seemed now insignificant.
Until this moment Irene had been determined to suppress the knowledge gained through the old letter in order to protect the feelings of her friend, but now a crying need for the truth to prevail was borne in upon her. She had thought that she alone knew this truth. To her astonishment, as well as satisfaction, the chair-girl now discovered that O'Gorman was equally well informed.