Chapter XIII
Dawn was breaking over Wilton and the first shafts of sunlighttransforming its pearly sands into sparkling splendor and its sea intospangled gold, when a trim motor car, bearing a New York number plate,slipped quietly into the village and drew up at the town garage.
From it stepped a man, small and somewhat bent, with rosy cheeks, kindlybrown eyes, a countenance schooled to stolidity rather than naturallyso, and hair touched with grey.
"May I leave my car here?" he inquired of the lad who was sweeping outthe building.
"Sure!"
"Fill her up for me, please. And you might clean her a bit. Some of theroads were pretty soft."
"They always are at this season of the year, sir. You are astir early. Ithought I was, but I reckon you've beaten me. Come far?"
"New York."
"Been riding all night?"
The stranger nodded.
"I like traveling at night," he volunteered. "Less traffic. Can you tellme where a Mr. Heath is staying?"
"Heath? The chap who ran aground on the Crocker Cove sand bar?"
"He came in a boat," replied the other cautiously.
"Then he's your party. He's over to The Widder's."
"The Widow's?"
"U--h--aah."
"Where's that?"
"New round here, ain't you? If you warn't, you wouldn't be askin' thatquestion. The Widder lives out yonder at the Homestead."
"How does one get there?"
"Wal, there are several ways. When the tide's low, folks walk. It's evenpossible to motor round by the shore if you've a light car. The quickestway, though, an' the only way to reach the house when the tide's full,as 'tis now, is to row."
Although the keen eyes of his listener narrowed, they expressed nosurprise. Apparently he was accustomed to obstacles, and the surmountingof them was all in the day's work.
"Where'll I find a boat?"
"That I couldn't say. The Widder keeps hers t'other side of the channel.Mebbe, though, if you was to go down to the beach some fisherman wouldgive you a lift across. 'Most any of 'em would admire to if you're afriend of Marcia Howe's."
The stranger bowed but offered no comment. If curiosity stirred withinhim concerning the information the lad vouchsafed, at least he gave nosign.
"Thank you," he replied briefly. "You'll see the car is put in goodshape?"
"The very best."
"Much obliged. Will this road take me to the beach?"
"Straight as an arrow. Pity you have to tote that suit-case."
"I'm used to carrying luggage. It never bothers me. Good morning."
Without wasting additional words or time, the stranger nodded andstarted off briskly in the direction indicated. Nevertheless, swiftly ashe moved, his eyes missed none of the panorama stretched before him.
The swelling expanse of sea, rising and falling to the rhythm of its ownwhispered music, caught his ear; he noted the circling gulls that dippedto the crests of the incoming waves or drifted in snowy serenity uponthe tide; saw the opalescent flash of the mica-studded sands. Twice hestopped to fill his lungs with the fresh morning air, breathing deeplyas if such crystalline draughts were an infrequent and appreciatedluxury.
When he reached the beach he halted, glancing up and down its solitarycrescent and scanning eagerly the silvered house beyond the channel.Discovering no one in sight, he dragged from the shore a yellow dory,clambered into it, and catching up the oars began to row toward thedwelling silhouetted against the water and the glory of the morning sky.
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In the meantime, both Marcia and Sylvia had wakened early and wereastir.
The kitchen fire was already snapping merrily in the stove, however, andthe table was spread before the latter made her appearance.
She came in, sweater and beret in hand, and carrying a thick envelopewith its dashingly scrawled address still wet.
"Why, Sylvia, how you startled me!" Marcia exclaimed. "I did not hearyou come down stairs. Why are you up so early?"
"I'm going to town to catch the morning mail."
"The mail? But, my dear child, why such haste?"
Sylvia colored.
"I have to get off this letter."
"Have to?"
"Yes--to Hortie. You see, if I didn't answer promptly he might think thecandy had gone astray," explained the girl stepping to the mirror andarranging a curl that rippled distractingly above her forehead.
"Oh, of course, you must thank him for the candy," Marcia agreed."Still, is it necessary to do so in such a rush--to walk to the villagethis morning?"
"I mean to row over."
"I'm afraid you can't, dear. I discovered last night the boat was gone.Eleazer Crocker must have appropriated it when he was here yesterday."
"How horrid of him! What earthly right had he to take it?"
"None at all."
"Didn't he ask if he might?"
"No. To tell the truth, I went to find a book for him and was gone solong he apparently became either peeved or impatient at my delay andlike a silly small boy went home mad, taking the boat with him--at leastthat's my version of the story."
"Perhaps he did it to punish you."
"Perhaps. Anyway, whether he took it as a joke or as a reprisal, I shallgive him a good lecture when I see him. It is a serious thing to be leftout here with no way of getting to land. We might have needed the dorysorely. In fact, here we are with this tremendously important letterthat must be posted immediately--willy-nilly."
With eyes brimming with laughter, Marcia shot a mischievous glance ather companion.
"It isn't just to thank Hortie for the candy that I'm writing," thatyoung lady replied sedately. "You see, he asked if he might come toWilton for his summer vacation. He has to know so he can make hisplans."
"But it is only the last of April, beloved."
"Men need to know such things well in advance. They have to adjust theirbusiness," returned Sylvia magnificently.
"I see," smiled Marcia. "Under such conditions, I suppose the sooner theletter is sent the better."
She did not say precisely what conditions were in her mind, butevidently the comment mollified Sylvia who, after wriggling her mop ofcurls through the neck of her blue sweater, tossed beret and letter intoa chair and began, in high spirits, to help with the breakfast.
Yet notwithstanding she did so graciously, it was quite obvious her eyeswere on the clock and that she was fidgeting to be off; so as soon asthe coffee and toast were ready, Marcia begged her not to delay.
The girl needed no urging.
"The sooner I start, the sooner I shall be back, I suppose," sheanswered with feigned reluctance. "Men are so unreasonable. It's aperfect nuisance to trot to Wilton with this letter at this hour of themorning, especially if I must go the long way round. Still, there's noother way to get it there. Any errands?"
"Not today, thanks. Just the mail."
"I'll wait for it."
The eagerness betrayed by the reply left not the slightest doubt thatSylvia would wait, and gladly.
As the door closed behind her, Marcia smiled whimsically.
She continued to smile, even to hum softly to herself while she preparedHeath's breakfast tray, and she was just about to take it upstairs whenthere was a gentle knock at the kitchen door.
A stranger stood upon the threshold.
"Is Mr. Stanley Heath staying here?" inquired he.
"Yes."
"I am Currier. Mr. Heath sent for me."
"Of course! Come in, won't you? Mr. Heath is expecting you. I'll tellhim you are here."
"You needn't do that, madam. Mr. Heath is quite accustomed to my comingto his room at all hours. If you will just show me where he is--"
"At the head of the stairs."
"Very good. Thank you, madam. I will go up."
"Tell him I am bringing his breakfast very soon."
"I will, madam."
"Have you breakfasted yourself?"
"I? No, madam. But I beg you will not--"
"I'll bring coffee and toast enough for both of you."
"Please--"
"It is no trouble."
"I will come back and fetch Mr. Heath's breakfast, madam. Afterward, ifI may have a snack here in the kitchen, I shall be grateful."
"Any way that you prefer."
Marcia saw rather than heard the stranger mount the staircase.
His step was like velvet. So noiseless was it, it made not a soundeither on the broad creaking staircase, or on the floor overhead.
Nevertheless, he must have entered Stanley Heath's room, for soon shedetected the invalid's voice, imperative and eager, each sentence endingwith an interrogation. The lapses of silence which intervened and whichat first she took to be pauses, she presently decided represented theinaudible and subdued replies of Currier.
To judge from the sounds, Heath was pouring out an avalanche ofquestions.
Sometimes he choked as if words came faster than he could utter them;and once he broke into peals of hearty laughter, followed by a paroxysmof coughing.
Still, Currier failed to return for the waiting tray.
"He has forgotten all about it," murmured Marcia. "The coffee will bestone cold and the toast ruined. I'll carry them up myself."
She mounted the stairs softly that her coming might break in as littleas possible upon the conversation of her two guests.
"She was alone in the library when I went in," Heath was saying, "andturned so white I feared she might faint or scream. Luckily she didneither. Steadying herself against the table, she faced me.
"'You know what I'm after,' I said--'the jewels.'
"She hedged a moment.
"'What makes you think I have them?'
"'I know. Come, hand them over.'
"At that, she began to cry.
"'Quickly,' I repeated. 'Someone may come.'
"With that, she fumbled under her skirt and produced the jewel-case,pouring out a torrent of explanations.
"I stopped no longer than I had to, I assure you. With the jewels in myhand, I slipped through the French window and made for the landing whereI had left the boat. In no time I had made my get-away. Every detail ofmy plan would have gone smoothly but for the fog. I lost my bearingscompletely. Imagine my amazement at finding myself here."
Marcia waited to hear no more.
Her knees trembled beneath her.
So Heath really had taken the jewels--taken them from the resistingwoman who owned them--taken them against her will and made off withthem!
He owned it!
Nay, more! Far from regretting what he had done, in his tone rang anote of satisfaction in his accomplishment.
She had never believed him guilty.
Even with the gems spread out before her and every evidence of crimeapparent, she had not believed it.
Not until she heard the bitter, irrevocable confession from his own lipsdid she waver, and even then she battled against the truth, refusingto be convinced. There must be some explanation, she told herself.Nevertheless, the shock of what she had learned was overwhelming.
It seemed as if every ounce of strength left her body. Her head swam.Her heart beat wildly.
"I must not give way!" she reiterated to herself. "I must put on a bravefront. He must not suspect I know."
It took a few moments for her to regain her grip on herself, to quiether throbbing heart, to drag back her ebbing strength.
Then she knocked at the door.
"Here is your coffee, Mr. Heath," she called.
She hoped his friend would open the door and relieve her of the traythat she might immediately withdraw, but instead, Heath himselfresponded:
"Come in, Mrs. Howe. I'm afraid we've delayed you. I had entirelyforgotten about breakfast and so, I'll be bound, had Currier. You met myright-hand man down stairs, I take it. By traveling all night, he madevery good time."
"He must be tired after his trip!"
"Oh, Currier is used to traveling at all hours. Night or day are bothalike to him," laughed Heath.
"You found the house without trouble?" Marcia inquired, making an effortto address the newcomer in a natural, off-hand manner.
"Yes, Mrs. Howe. A young man at the garage directed me to the beach andthere I discovered a yellow dory which I appropriated. I don't knowas I should have taken it, but as I needed a boat, I pressed it intoservice."
"The boat happens to be mine."
"Indeed. Then perhaps you will pardon my using it."
"Certainly. In fact, I am glad you did. It was left on the mainland bymistake."
As Marcia turned to go, her unfailing courtesy prompted her to add:
"Mr. Currier is welcome to stay if he wishes to, Mr. Heath. We can puthim up perfectly well."
"Oh, no. He is returning directly. It seems wiser for him to go back inthe boat and leave the car for me to use here. Nevertheless, I greatlyappreciate your kindness."
"Mrs. Heath is anxious," put in Currier. "She begged me to come home assoon as possible that she might know how Mr. Heath was. Naturally shehas been much worried."
"There, there, Currier--that will do," broke in Stanley Heath, flushing."And now, since Mrs. Howe is here and is in our secret, I may as wellbreak to you something I have not yet had the chance to tell you. Partof the mission on which you came cannot be accomplished. You cannot takethe gems back with you to New York. A calamity has befallen them."
"A calamity, sir?"
The small, grey-haired man looked from Stanley Heath to Marcia, and forthe first time, his imperturbable countenance betrayed mingled amazementand distress. Presently, however, he had it under control and as if hehad donned a mask, it became as expressionless as the sphinx while hewaited for the rest of the story.
"Mrs. Howe helped me conceal the jewels downstairs in a hiding-placeunder the kitchen floor," continued Stanley Heath. "When she went to getthem, they were gone."
"You don't tell me so, sir!"
"It is all very mysterious," broke in Marcia, taking up the tale."I cannot in any way account for their disappearance and am muchdistressed."
"Naturally so, madam--naturally so," responded Currier politely. "Andyou have searched the place carefully? Sometimes such things getmisplaced."
"I've looked everywhere. They are not there."
"Have you any theory as to who could have taken them?" inquired Currierwith more animation than he had up to the moment displayed.
"Absolutely none. I cannot even see how anybody had the chance to takethem. No one knew they were there."
"Would you be willing to show me where they were hidden and allow me toinvestigate?"
"Certainly. I fear, however, search will be useless."
"Still I should like to look."
"I'll take you downstairs then, while we have the opportunity. You musthave something to eat, too, for you must be hungry after your longride."
"I could do with a cup of coffee, if convenient."
"You shall have more than that--a hearty breakfast. I am sure you needit. When do you start back?"
"That is for Mr. Heath to decide."
"Right off. As soon as you can get under way," Stanley Heath saiddecisively. "It is a fine day and you had better make the most of thetide."
"That certainly would be wise, sir."
"Go down now with Mrs. Howe, since she is so gracious, and have yourbreakfast. Examine, too, the place where we concealed the jewel-case.You may discover a clue she has missed."
"That is extremely unlikely, I fear, sir," was the man's modest answer."Still, I will look."
"I am sick at heart about all this," Marcia murmured as the twodescended the stairs. "You see, it was I who suggested to Mr. Heathwhere to hide the gems. We were hurried and had no time to think up aplace. I had used this hide-out before and as it had always proved safe,I thought it would be so now. I feel responsible--as if this loss was myfault."
"It is a great pity," was Currier's ambiguous reply.
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Preceding him into the kitchen, Marcia went straight to the hearth andpointed to the brick at her feet.
"It was here we put the jewel-case," she said.
"I think, with your permission, I will take up the brick," the littleman at her elbow quietly announced.
"Certainly," acquiesced Marcia wearily.
"There might be some crevice, some opening--"
"I fear there isn't. Still you can try."
Taking out his knife, Currier knelt and soon had the brick out of itshole.
Beneath it lay the jewel-case, wrapped as before in Stanley Heath'smonogrammed handkerchief.
Marcia could not believe her eyes.
"But--but--it wasn't there when I looked. I could swear it wasn't."
"Who could have taken it out? And if someone did why return anything sovaluable?" Currier inquired.
"I don't know. I do not understand it at all," the woman replied,passing a hand across her forehead in complete bewilderment. "There issomething uncanny about the whole affair."
"Well, at any rate, the gems are here now," said Currier in amatter-of-fact tone. "Mr. Heath will be much relieved. Their loss must,I am sure, have distressed him deeply. Shall I go up and--"
"I'll go," Marcia cried. "It won't take me a minute. I'll be rightback."
"As you prefer, madam."
Off flew Marcia.
Her haste, the radiance of her face must have suggested to the strangera thought that had not occurred to him before, for after she had gone,he stood immovable in the middle of the floor looking after her.
Then a slow, shadowy smile passed across his features.
Thrusting his hands into his pockets, he took two or three meditativestrides up and down the room.
"So--ho!" he muttered. "So--ho!"
It happened he had quite an opportunity for thought before his hostessreturned and he employed it to the utmost.
He was still absorbed in reverie when Marcia, breathless and flushed,rejoined him.
She made no apology for her absence.
Perhaps she did not realize the length of time she had been gone.
"Well," queried she, "what conclusion have you arrived at?"
"A very interesting one," Currier returned promptly.
"Really? What is it?"
The man appeared taken aback.
"I misunderstood your question," he faltered. "I had something else inmind."
"I don't see how you could have. I can think of nothing but the jewelsand their recovery. I am so happy I had completely forgotten yourbreakfast. Forgive me. You shall have it right away."
"If you would allow me, I can prepare it myself. I am accustomed todoing such things."
"No, indeed. Scrambled eggs take only a few moments; and bacon. Youmight run up to see Mr. Heath while I am getting them ready."
"I will do that. I shall be leaving at once and he may have final ordersfor me, or perhaps a letter for Mrs. Heath."
"Mrs. Heath!" Marcia repeated, as if the name suddenly brought beforeher consciousness something hitherto forgotten. "Yes, yes! Of course!"
Then turning her head aside, she inquired with studied carelessness:
"How long, I wonder, does Mr. Heath plan to remain in Wilton?"
"I could not say, madam."
"I think," hurried on the woman, "that as soon as he is able to make thejourney he would better go home. This climate is--is--damp and he will,perhaps, pick up faster away from the sea. If you have any influencewith him, won't you please advise it?"
The man's small, grey eyes narrowed.
"I have no influence with Mr. Heath," replied he. "Mrs. Heath has,however. Shall I tell her?"
"I wish you would."
* * * * *
An hour later _My Unknown Lady_ weighed anchor and on the breast of thehigh tide, rounded the Point and disappeared out to sea, carrying withher Currier and the jewels.
Marcia watched until the last snowy ripple foaming in her wake haddisappeared. When the infinitesimal, bobbing craft was no longervisible, she sank into a chair and brushed her hand across her eyes.
The lips which but a short time before had curled into smiles were nowset and determined.
"And that's the end of that foolishness!" she muttered. "The end!"
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