CHAPTER XIII
DARROW'S CHALLENGE
With a final warning to Simmons as to the dissemination of any informationwithout consulting him, Darrow left the room. Hallowell listened to thisadvice with unmixed satisfaction; the afternoon papers would not be ableto get at his source of information. The reporter felt a slight wonder asto how Darrow had managed his ascendency over the operator. An inquiry asto that met with a shake of the head.
"I may have to ask your help in that later," was his only reply.
At the corner, after pushing through a curious crowd, the men separated.Hallowell started for the wharf; Jack Warford for home--at Darrow'srequest. The scientist returned to his own apartments, where he lockedhimself in and sat for five hours cross-legged on a divan, staringstraight ahead of him, doing nothing. At the end of that time hecautiously stretched his legs, sighed, rose, and looked into the mirror.
"I guess you're hungry," he remarked to the image therein.
It was now near mid-afternoon. Percy Darrow wandered out, ate a leisurelymeal at the nearest restaurant, and sauntered up the avenue. He paused ata news stand to buy an afternoon paper, glanced at the head-lines and aportion of the text, and smiled sweetly to himself. Then he betook himselfby means of a bus to the Warford residence.
Helen was at home, and in the library. With her was Professor Eldridge.The men greeted each other formally. After a moment of generalconversation Darrow produced the newspaper.
"I see you have your theories in print," he drawled. "Very interesting. Ididn't know you'd undertaken grammar-school physics instruction."
"I know I'm going to be grateful for any sort of instruction--fromanybody," interposed Helen. "I'm all in the dark."
"Like the Atlas Building," Darrow smiled at her. "Well, here's a very goodexposition in words of one syllable. I'll leave you the paper. Professor,what have you concluded as to the causes?"
"They are yet to be determined."
"Pardon me," drawled Darrow, "they have been determined--or at least theircontrolling power."
"In what way, may I ask?" inquired Professor Eldridge formally.
"Very simply. By the exercise of a little reason. I am going to tell you,because I want you to start fairly with me; and because you'll know allabout it in the morning, anyway."
"Your idea--the one you told us yesterday--is to be published?" criedHelen, leaning forward with interest.
"The basis of it will be," replied Darrow. "Now"--he turned toEldridge--"listen carefully; I'm not going to indulge in manyexplanations. Malachi McCarthy, political boss of this city, hasmade a personal enemy of a half-crazed or at least unbalanced man,who has in some way gained a limited power over etheric and othervibrations. This power Monsieur X, as I call him--the Unknown--hasemployed in fantastic manifestations designed solely for the purposeof frightening his enemy into leaving this country."
Eldridge was listening with the keenest attention, his cold gray eyesglittering frostily behind their toric lenses.
"You support your major hypothesis, I suppose?" he demand calmly.
"By wireless messages sent from Monsieur X to McCarthy, in which hepredicts or appoints in advance the exact hour at which thesemanifestations take place."
"In advance, I understand you to say?"
"Precisely."
"The proof is as conclusive for merely prophetic ability as for powerover the phenomena."
"In formal logic; not in common sense."
Eldridge reflected a moment further, removing his glasses, with the edgeof which he tapped methodically the palm of his left hand. Helen had sunkback into the depths of her armchair, and was watching with immobilecountenance but vividly interested eyes the progress of the duel.
"Granting for the moment your major hypothesis," Eldridge stated at last,"I follow your other essential statements. The man is unbalanced becausehe chooses such a method of accomplishing a simple end."
"Quite so."
"His power is limited because it has been applied to but one manifestationof etheric vibration at a time; and each manifestation has had a definedduration."
Darrow bowed. "You are the only original think-tank," he quotedHallowell's earlier remark.
"You are most kind to place me in possession of these additional facts,"said Eldridge, resuming his glasses, "for naturally my conclusions, basedon incomplete premises, could hardly be considered more than tentative.The happy accident of an acquaintance with the existence of these wirelessmessages and this personal enmity gave you a manifest but artificialadvantage in the construction of your hypothesis."
"Did I not see you in the corridor of the Atlas Building the day of thefirst electrical failure?" asked Darrow.
"Certainly."
"Then you had just as much to go on as I did," drawled Darrow, halfclosing his eyes. The long dark lashes fell across his cheek, investing himin his most harmless and effeminate look.
"I fail to--"
"Yes, you fail, all right," interrupted Darrow. "You had all the strings inyour hands, but you were a mile behind me in the solution of this mystery.I'll tell you why: it was for the same reason that you're going to fail asecond time, now that once again I've put all the strings in your hands."
"I must confess I fail to gather your meaning," said Professor Eldridgecoldly.
"It was for the same reason that always until his death you were inferiorto dear old Doctor Schermerhorn as a scientist. You are an almost perfectthinking machine."
Darrow quite deliberately lighted a cigarette, flipped the match into thegrate, and leaned back luxuriously. Professor Eldridge sat bolt upright,waiting. Helen Warford watched them both.
"You have no humanity; you have no imagination," stated Darrow at last."You follow the dictates of rigid science, and of logic."
"Most certainly," Eldridge agreed to this, as to a compliment.
"It takes you far," continued Darrow, "but not far enough. You observeonly facts; I also observe men. You will follow only where your factslead; I am willing to take a leap in the dark. I'll have all this matterhunted out while you are proving your first steps."
"That, I understand it, is a challenge?" demanded Eldridge, touched in hispride of the scientific diagnostician.
"That," said Percy Darrow blandly, "is a statement of fact."
"We shall see."
"Sure!" agreed Darrow. "Now, the thing to do is to find Monsieur X. Idon't know whether your curiously scutellate mind has arrived at the pointwhere it is willing to admit the existence of Monsieur X or not; but itwill. The man who finds Monsieur X wins. Now, you know or can read in themorning paper every fact I have. Go to it!"
Eldridge bowed formally.
"There's one other thing," went on Darrow in a more serious tone of voice."You have, of course, considered the logical result of this power carriedto its ultimate possibility."
"Certainly," replied Eldridge coldly. "The question is superfluous."
"It is a conclusion which many scientific minds will come to, but whichwill escape the general public unless the surmise is published. For thepresent I suggest that we use our influence to keep it out of the prints."
Eldridge reflected. "You are quite right," said he; and rose to go.
After his departure Helen turned on Darrow.
"You were positively insulting!" she cried, "and in my house! How couldyou?"
"Helen," said Darrow, facing her squarely, "I maintained rigidly all theouter forms of politeness. That is as far as I will go anywhere with thatman. My statement to him is quite just; he has no humanity."
"What do you mean? Why are you so bitter?" asked Helen, a little subduedin her anger by the young man's evident earnestness.
"You never knew Doctor Schermerhorn, did you, Helen?" he asked.
"The funny little old German? Indeed, I did! He was a dear!"
"He was one of the greatest scientists living--and he was a dear!That goes far to explain him--a gentle, wise, child-like, old man--withimagination and a Heaven-seeking soul. He
picked me up as a boy,and was a father to me. I was his scientific assistant until he waskilled, murdered by the foulest band of pirates. Life passes; and thatis long ago."
He fell silent a moment; and the girl looked on this unprecedentedbetrayal of feeling with eyes at once startled and sympathetic.
"Doctor Schermerhorn," went on Darrow in his usual faintly tired,faintly cynical tone, "worked off and on for five years on a certainpurely scientific discovery, the nature of which you would notunderstand. In conversation he told its essentials to this Eldridge.Doctor Schermerhorn fell sick of a passing illness. When he hadrecovered, the discovery had been completed and given to thescientific world."
"Oh!" cried Helen. "What a trick!"
"So I think. The discovery was purely theoretic and brought no particularfame or money to Eldridge. It was, as he looked at it, and as the doctorhimself looked at it, merely carrying common knowledge to a conclusion.Perhaps it was; but I never forgave Eldridge for depriving the old man ofthe little satisfaction of the final proof. It is indicative of the wholeman. He lacks humanity, and therefore imagination."
"Still, I wish you wouldn't be quite so bitter when I'm around," pleadedHelen, "though I love your feeling for dear old Doctor Schermerhorn."
"I wish you could arrange to get out of town for a little while," urgedDarrow. "Isn't there some one you can visit?"
"Do you mean there is danger?"
"There is the potentiality of danger," Darrow amended. "I am almostconfident, if pure reason can be relied on, that when the time comes I canavert the danger."
"Almost--" said Helen.
"I may have missed one of the elements of the case--though I do not thinkso. I can be practically certain when I telephone a man I know--or see themorning papers."
"Telephone now, then. But why 'when the time comes'? Why not now?"
Darrow arose to go to the telephone. He shook his head.
"Let Eldridge do his best. He has always succeeded--triumphantly. Now hewill fail, and he will fail in the most spectacular, the most public waypossible."
He lifted his eyes, usually so dreamy, so soft brown. Helen was startledat the lambent flash in their depths. He sauntered from the room. After amoment she heard his voice in conversation with the man he had called.
"Hallowell?" he said, "good luck to find you. Did our friend leave on the_Celtic_? No? Sure he didn't sneak off in disguise? I'll trust you tothink of everything. Sure! Meet me at Simmons' wireless in half an hour."
Helen heard the click as he hung up the receiver. A moment later helounged back into the room.
"All right," he said. "My job's done."
"Done!" echoed Helen in surprise.
"Either I'm right or I'm wrong," said Darrow. "Every element of the gameis now certainly before me. If my reasoning is correct I shall receivecertain proof of that fact within half an hour. If it is wrong, then I'maway off, and Eldridge's methods will win if any can."
"What is the proof? Aren't you wildly excited? Tell me!" cried Helen.
"The proof is whether or not a certain message has been received over acertain wireless," said Darrow. "I'll know soon enough. But that is notthe question; can not you get out of town for a little while?"
Helen surveyed him speculatively.
"If there is no danger, I can see no reason for it," she stated at length,with decision. "If there is danger you should warn a great many others."
"But if that warning might precipitate the danger?"
"Shall I go or stay?" she demanded, ignoring the equivocation.
Darrow considered.
"Stay," he decided at last. "I'll bet more than my life that I'm right,"he muttered. "Now," he continued, a trifle more briskly, "be preparedfor fireworks. Unless I'm very much mistaken this little old town isgoing variously and duly to be stood on its head at odd times soon.That's the way I size it up. Don't be frightened; don't get caughtunprepared. I think we've had the whole bag of tricks. At almost anymoment we're likely to be cut off from all electricity, all sound, orall light--never more than one at a time. I imagine we shall have amplewarning, but perhaps not. In any case, don't be frightened. It's harmlessin itself. Better stay home nights. You can reassure your friends if youwant to; but on no account get my name in this. If I am quoted, it willdo incalculable harm."
"Why not tell the public that it is harmless?" demanded Helen. "Think ofthe anxiety, the accidents, the genuine terror it would save."
Darrow rose slowly to go. He walked quite deliberately over to Helen, andfaced her for a moment in silence.
"Helen," he said impressively at last, "I have talked freely with youbecause I felt I could trust you. Believe me, I know the exigencies ofthis case better than you do; and you must obey me in what I say. I amspeaking very seriously. If you allow your sympathies to act on the verylimited knowledge you possess, you will probably bring about incalculableharm. We walk in safety only while we stick to the path. If you try to actin any case on what your judgment or your sympathies may advise, andwithout consulting me, you may cause the city, the people, and all thatyou know or care for to be blotted out of existence. Do you understand?Do you believe me?"
"I understand; I believe you," repeated the girl a trifle faintly.
Darrow left without further ceremony. Helen stood where he had left heron the rug, staring after him, a new expression in her eyes. She hadknown Percy Darrow for many years. Always she had appreciated hisintellect, but deprecated what she had considered his indolence, hissoftness of character, his tendency to let things drift. For the firsttime she realized that not invariably do manners make the man.
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