Beside her was a morose-looking young man; but Pan-e-troon scarcely looked at the young man.
“She is a chief’s daughter,” he said to himself.” Doubtless the daughter of one of the greatest chiefs of all — ruler of one of the great trading posts.”
Pan-e-troon sighed as the jam broke and the car started forward. Now he began ruminating instead of gazing. Home seemed very far away, very vast and white — but not as white as that girl’s forehead. It was becoming plain to him this afternoon that he was not looking forward to going back.
After half an hour when he had concluded that it was time to be getting off, he saw the same car again. It was stopped by the side of the road, and the young man was in the act of removing one of the great bulbous tires — the girl leaning over the side and watching. The trolley clanged past, but before the next corner Pan-e-troon was on his feet, shouting:
“I out! Here I go out!”
On the corner Pan-e-troon waited until the trolley was out of sight. Then he walked back casually in the direction of the automobile.
He walked so quietly on his moccasins that not until he was beside the motor did the girl perceive him. She gave a sudden little gasp and the young man looked up, broke off his work, and stared.
“What is it?” the girl whispered.” It’s almost an Eskimo.”
“Well, what’s he doing down here?”
“Look! He’s got on a straw hat.”
Pan-e-troon put his hands behind his back and beamed.
“I wonder if he knows anything about tires,” the young man said.” Maybe he could stuff the hole with blubber or something, what?”
“You’re not supposed to talk to me, Westgate. I keep my word.” She lowered her voice.” But evidently this polar number is going to stick around.”
The polar number was. When presently the wheel came off with a whirring wrench and went bouncing down the inclined street, Pan-e-troon tore after it, retrieved it, and brought it back to the car.
“Much ‘blige,” he said proudly.
“Don’t mention it,” said Edith Cary.” Where do you come from?”
“I from Lapland.”
“What are you doing so far from home?”
“Worl’sfair,” he explained.
“Then what are you doing way out here?” she pursued.
“See Chicago,” he explained.” Eskimo village go Lapland tomorrow.”
At this moment a coupe drew up beside Edith’s car. At the wheel sat a ruddy man of forty with a bristling mustache.
Edith frowned just faintly, and Pan-e-troon, unableto take his eyes from her, remarked upon the fact.
“Well, why the stop?” said the newcomer.
“We had a blowout.”
The newcomer looked from Edith to the young man suspiciously.
“Well, as long as you’re keeping your promise — as long as you’re not letting him work on you.”
“Humphrey, shut up!” said Edith impatiently.” By the way, since you’re one of the executives of the Fair, you’ll enjoy meeting Mr. — “ She turned to the observer. “What’s your name?”
“Name Pan-e-troon. That mean — “
“Mr. Pan-e-troon. He’s in your show, Humphrey, and he’s seeing the sights of our city.”
“My God, how did he get off the reservation? We have more trouble rounding up these exhibits — they wander around and get fleeced and then we’re to blame.”
“I’m not going to fleece him, Humphrey. He has such beautiful fleece.”
She felt a sympathy for the stranger in his wandering, but her sudden frown was not caused by that.
“Speaking of exhibits,” she said,” I thought you were going to hold the — you know what — until the family get back.”
“Well, that’s tomorrow, isn’t it? And the Fair’s over.”
“But I’ve no place to keep it — no combination for the safe. Since father lent it to the Fair, it seems to me it isn’t much to ask — “
“I’ll be staying at your house tonight — anyhow I wouldn’t talk about it.” Humphrey Deering glanced at Pan-e-troon.” You never can tell what disguises crooks will get up nowadays.”
“Oh, no.” Edith smiled at the Eskimo.” Mr. Troon’s all right — in fact, I’ve taken a fancy to him.”
The young man jacked the car down and put away the tools. Humphrey Deering’s eyes fell on him unfavorably.
“You follow me out,” he said.” But it seems to me that a man who once aspired to your hand would have more pride than to — “
“I had no place to go,” declared Westgate, unperturbed. “ I arrived here this morning without a dollar.”
“Anyhow, he’s a sort of cousin,” said Edith.
But Humphrey Deering pursued stubbornly:
“In view of what he did “ — he hesitated as Westgate flushed — “ you ought to be chaperoned.”
“Anything to please,” said Edith. She turned to Pan-e-troon.” Would you like to go to a big house in the country to spend the night?”
“Good Lord!” exclaimed Humphrey.
“I told you I’d taken a fancy to him.”
“Well, don’t put him in the doghouse — unless you want to start a distemper epidemic. He’s probably worn those skins all summer.”
*****
Pan-e-troon caught the gist of this and said indignantly:” These skins all clean. My father shoot; my aunt sew; I make clean.”
Humphrey started his motor impatiently. With little difficulty Edith persuaded Pan-e-troon into the rumble seat.
“If you’ve never been inside an American house you’ll have it to remember on those long, long nights up there.”
“Nights very long,” Pan-e-troon chuckled.” Six month.”
“Six months,” Edith repeated to Westgate.” Doesn’t that melt your heart?”
“No, never melt,” Pan-e-troon assured her.” Snow always.”
When they started off he was sure neither of their destination nor of his right to go; but the quiet speed lulled him into reckless content. After an hour of open country they turned in at a gate and curved up a long drive to a great mansion.
In the portentous hall warriors in tin glared down at Pan-e-troon through eyeless helmets, and he took off his hat politely.
“Mr. Troon has no baggage, Christopher. Fit him out and all that. Then take his things and brush them — you understand?”
“If you’ll follow me, Mr. Troon,” sniffed Christopher.
When Pan-e-troon was alone in his room, he lay on the bed with his feet in the air, stuffed the pillow over his mouth, and roared. What a day! This was an adventure beyond his wildest dreams. Downstairs he found his hostess and Westgate in the library. Edith was more than ever radiant in a dinner dress of wine-colored velvet, and she greeted him with no less courtesy than if he had been the accredited ambassador from the North Pole. , From the curios in the trophy room she sought out a sealskin drum, and he recognized on it the markings of a tribe neighbor to his own. Meanwhile she concluded what she was saying to Westgate:
“What we’ll do is this. You slip on a tail coat, and put the thing into one of the tails, and have Christopher sew up the tail — and the thing is safe for the night.”
“And sleep in the coat? That’d look just too natural to any burglar.”
*****
Christopher appeared to say that two men were outside with a package to be delivered personally to Miss Cary. In a moment Edith came back, her eyes shining.
“I’m going to take a real look at this thing!” she exclaimed as she broke the seals. “I’ve never had my hands on it before.”
From a box within a box she took an object wrapped in velvet — and uttered a little cry of delight. It was a circular setting of gold stuffed with alternate diamonds and rubies large as lumps of sugar. Going to the mirror, she put it on — and watched it settle down about her ears.
“Elizabeth the Second didn’t bob her hair.”
She showed it to Pan-e-troon.
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br /> “Very old — it belonged to a big lady chief a long time ago. It’s worth a lot of money.”
“Hund’ed dollar,” he agreed.
“Many, many, many hundred dollars. Last summer some robbers came to the World’s Fair and tried to steal it, but the police chased them away.”
An exasperated groan came from the doorway, where stood Humphrey Deering:
“What’s the idea, Edith? We keep a day and night guard on that exhibit for two seasons, and you wear it around as if it was a necklace from the five-and-ten!”
“I know five-and-ten,” said Pan-e-troon eagerly.” I been five-and-ten. I give them something — they give me something. Look, I show you — I go get.”
As he left the room Humphrey looked after him impatiently.
“How do you know who that fellow is?”
“Don’t be unpleasant, Humphrey. Somebody ought to wear this — it’s part of the responsibility of owning it. And as for Mr. Troon — well, I never heard of any rackets in the Arctic Circle.”
Pan-e-troon returned and, simmering with joy, presented Edith with the lock he had bought that afternoon.
“I give you this,” he bubbled,” you not give me anything. This free for you.”
“Oh, I couldn’t take it! Why, it’s a lock — isn’t it beautiful! I’ll be able to lock up all my things with it.”
“Yes!” he said excitedly. He pointed to the tiara of Elizabeth the Second, sloped awry upon her head.” Lock up and then no robbers can get. I show you.”
“Good God!” snorted Humphrey.
As they went in to dinner, a wind that had been soughing through the leaves swelled in gusto; the front door swung open with a bang and a sharp breath of impending winter swept into the hall.
“Autumn’s over,” Edith mourned.” Shut the door, will you, Westgate?”
She shivered slightly as she sat down at the table, and sent upstairs for a cape. When the butler had left the dining room she took off the tiara and handed it to West-gate.
“Take this now — it makes me uncomfortable. And after dinner do what I said.”
“What’s that?” demanded Humphrey.
“He’s going to keep it for me.”
“Why not me?”
“I guess she thinks it’s safer with some one in the family,” said Westgate dryly.
“See here — I’m much closer to being inthe family than you are.”
Pan-e-troon, applying himself to the legerdemain of many forks, did not speak but watched their faces in turn. Stimulated by the unusual situation in which he found himself, he was doing much thinking. Here was a most valuable headdress. Here was a young man who did not have a dollar when he reached Chicago. Secondly, here was Miss Cary’s fiance, and he knew from the magazines he read that the least likely suspect was only too often the one most capable of villainy. And chiefly, here was the city of Chicago swarming with gangsters and criminals — and in it, defenseless against their wiles, was the goddess, Miss Cary.
She was a goddess. He had lit his small savage flame at her altar, and the minutes fanned it until Edith could feel its white heat cut through the candlelight. She loved to be loved, and she liked it that this odd little package from another zone should respond to her. She would have gone further to make him enjoy himself, save for the general unpleasantness of her own situation. That Westgate should come back just when she had yielded every point, when everything had been settled in a way to please her family!
She was glad when the dinner was over-She walked out on the front terrace for a moment.
“Come out here, Mr. Troon. There’s a north wind and maybe you can feel your home in it.”
“North wind say many thing.”
“What does this one say?”
“Me, I don’t know big say. My uncle he know. He know where fish, where hunt, where bad danger. Always he tell from north wind.”
“Will you be glad to get home?”
He shook his head doubtfully and beamed as he always did when he spoke of adverse circumstances.
“Born poor race, poor people; work hard. always.”
It was growing colder. They went into the library for coffee.
Pan-e-troon picked up the drum again and began singing low in time to the strum of his fingers:
“Ben pay — en pay
Pane ina Kohna —
Ben pay — en pay
Pane ina Kohna — — “
“What’s he groaning about?” said Humphrey.
“It’s some tribal song.”
Pan-e-troon explained:
“This song is north wind when it mean danger. This here part about danger.”
Westgate came downstairs in his tail coat, and took a chair very carefully indeed.
“I’m worth twenty thousand dollars as I sit,” he said. “Do I look it?”
“I sing song about danger,” announced Pan-e-troon.
“Sing it to yourself!” said Humphrey impatiently.
“No; go on — I like it,” said Edith. Pan-e-troon continued soulfully:
“Em sto — poh bay
Em sto — poh bay
Pane ina Kohna — “
“Pain in a corner is right!” exclaimed Humphrey. Pan-e-troon now launched into a gayer number as if to compete with the louder winds outside:
“Bik-bik-bik-bik
Ata-woona-woa
Bik-bik-bik-bik
Ooh — ooh — OOH!
“Magic song,” he interpolated. “Bik-bik-bik-bik — “
Humphrey threw up his arms desperately.
“This chink is driving me crazy! Can’t you make him sign off?”
He went to the radio and turned it on, dialing to a loud band. Pan-e-troon’s voice faded off.
“Don’t you see you’re boring us to death?” demanded Humphrey.
Pan-e-troon was aghast.
“Miz Cary no like?”
“No!”
Pan-e-troon laid down the drum and licked his lips.
“You no like because magic song,” he said.” Somebody bad here no like magic song. It tell about danger.”
“Just what do you mean?”
“Pan-e-troon have eyes to see. He see other eyes and they look at great fine headdress that cost many hund’ed dollar.”
All three stared at him. Edith said mischievously:
“So that’s it! I’m interested. Now that I think of it, Westgate could use the chaplet very nicely — and as for you, Humphrey, I haven’t yet understood why it had to be delivered before father arrived.”
Humphrey did not laugh.
“I explained that — “
“Never mind now. Tell us all, Pan-e-troon.”
Westgate began taking off his coat.
“Here — I’m not wearing this thing.”
“Nonsense, Westgate. Anyhow, it’s Humphrey that Pan-e-troon really suspects.”
“Why, the mangy yellow tramp!” cried Humphrey.” I ought to kick him out of this house.”
*****
The Eskimo’s eyes glinted on his.
“No kick Pan-e-troon,” he said. He turned to Edith. “Sorry you no like song. I go way now. You keep lock. All much ‘blige.”
“But I do like — “
Laughing politely, yet with an air this time of not laughing at all, he ducked his head and hurried from the room.
“We can’t let him go!” Edith cried.” You’re absurd, Humphrey — as if he meant anything.”
“Didn’t he, though! And I wouldn’t be a tit surprised if he has his eyes on that tiara himself.”
“Besides, it’s getting colder outside and he probably can’t find his way home.”
“He’ll find his way,” said Humphrey. “Those people are like Indians.”
But when after twenty minutes Pan-e-troon had failed to come downstairs, Edith stood up.
“I’m going to find him — he may be committing hara-kiri or something.”
“More probably he’s at your jewel box,” said Humphrey.
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“I’ll go with you,” Westgate offered.
“Then I’ll go too.”
“See here,” said Westgate.” It seems to me it’s going too far to extract a promise from a man and then watch him besides. I told you I wouldn’t speak to Edith on personal matters unless you were within hearing distance.”
“And I’m going to see that you don’t. I don’t want you harrowing her with any ‘ explanations ‘ of your conduct last year.”
“I’ve already — “ Westgate broke off hopelessly. “What’s the use?”
They went up to the east wing, where the three men had been installed. Wind was sweeping through the upper corridors, and Edith shivered as Westgate closed a window at the end of the gallery. She knocked on the door of Pan-e-troon’s room, and at the touch it blew open with a bang.
His hat and his magazines were gone; the room was empty.
“I’ll bet he crawled out the window,” Humphrey said.” And I’m going to look in my room and see if he took my silver brushes with him.”
A moment later he called:
“No, here they are — “ Humphrey’s voice broke off as his own door slammed suddenly shut.
“Say, what is this?” he called a moment later. “Are you doing anything funny to that door, Westgate?”
“No, of course not.”
“Well, it won’t open. Is there a key out there?”
“No.”
The knob was manipulated from both sides without success.
“You’re locked in all right,” said Westgate, and added consolingly,” Anyhow, it’s nearly bedtime.”
“Like fun I’ll stay locked up here all night! I’ll — “
Westgate took off his coat and handed it to Edith.
“Now, when I say ‘Hep!’ you shove, Humphrey, and I’ll pull, and we’ll see what we can do. It may just be jammed. All ready? Hep!”
At the word Westgate’s body hit the door again, and Humphrey pulled at the knob — whereupon it came off neatly in the latter’s hand and he sat down violently.
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