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"Judge Ostrander!"
Next minute they were together in a small room, with the door shut behind them. The energy and decision of this mite of a woman were surprising.
"I was going--to you--in the morning--" she panted in her excitement.
"To apologise," she respectfully finished.
"Then," said he, "it was your child who visited my house to-day?"
She nodded. Her large head was somewhat disproportioned to her short and stocky body. But her glance and manner were not unpleasing. There was a moment of silence which she hastened to break.
"Peggy is very young; it was not her fault. She is so young she doesn't even know where she went. She was found loitering around the bridge--a dangerous place for a child, but we've been very busy all day--and she was found there and taken along by--by the other person. I hope that you will excuse it, sir."
Was she giving the judge an opportunity to recover from his embarra.s.sment, or was she simply making good her own cause? Whichever impulse animated her, the result was favourable to both. Judge Ostrander lost something of his strained look, and it was no longer difficult for her to meet his eye.
Nevertheless, what he had to say came with a decided abruptness.
"Who is the woman, Mrs. Yardley? That's what I have come to learn, and not to complain of your child."
The answer struck him very strangely, though he saw nothing to lead him to distrust her candour.
"I don't know, Judge Ostrander. She calls herself Averill, but that doesn't make me sure of her. You wonder that I should keep a lodger about whom I have any doubts, but there are times when Mr. Yardley uses his own judgment, and this is one of the times. The woman pays well and promptly," she added in a lower tone.
"Her status? Is she maid, wife or widow?"
"Oh, she says she is a widow, and I see every reason to believe her."
A slight grimness in her manner, the smallest possible edge to her voice, led the judge to remark:
"She's good-looking, I suppose."
A laugh, short and unmusical but not without a biting humour, broke unexpectedly from the landlady's lips.
"If she is, HE don't know it. He hasn't seen her."
"Not seen her?"
"No. Her veil was very thick the night she came and she did not lift it as long as he was by. If she had--"
"Well, what?"
"I'm afraid that he wouldn't have exacted as much from her as he did.
She's one of those women--"
"Don't hesitate, Mrs. Yardley."
"I'm thinking how to put it. Who has her will of your s.e.x, I might say.
Now I'm not."
"Pretty?"
"Not like a girl, sir. She's old enough to show fade; but I don't believe that a man would mind that. She has a look--a way, that even women feel. You may judge, sir, if we, old stagers at the business, have been willing to take her in and keep her, at any price,--a woman who won't show her face except to me, and who will not leave her room without her veil and then only for walks in places where no one else wants to go,--she must have some queer sort of charm to overcome all scruples. But she's gone too far to-day. She shall leave the Inn to-morrow. I promise you that, sir, whatever Samuel says. But sit down; sit down; you look tired, judge. Is there anything you would like? Shall I call Samuel?"
"No. I'm not much used to walking. Besides, I have had a great loss to-day. My man, Bela--" Then with his former abruptness: "Have you no idea who this Mrs. Averill is, or why she broke into my house?"
"There's but one explanation, sir. I've been thinking about it ever since I got wind of where she took my Peggy. The woman is not responsible. She has some sort of mania. Why else should she go into a strange gate just because she saw it open?"
"She hasn't confided in you?"
"No, sir. I haven't seen her since she brought Peggy back. We've had this big automobile party, and I thought my reckoning with her would keep. I heard about what had happened at your place from the man who brought us fruit."
"Mrs. Yardley, you've seen this woman's face?"
"Yes, I've seen her."
"Describe it more particularly."
"I can't. She has brown hair, brown eyes and a skin as white as milk; but that don't describe her. Lots of women have all that."
"No, it doesn't describe her." His manner seemed to pray for further details, but she stared back, unresponsive. In fact, she felt quite helpless. With a sigh of impatience, he resorted again to question.
"You speak of her as a stranger. Are you quite sure that she is a stranger to Shelby? You have not been so very many years here, and her constant wearing of a veil in-doors and out is very suspicious."
"So I'm beginning to think. And there is something else, judge, which makes me suspect you may be quite correct about her not being an entire stranger here. She knows this house too well."
The judge started. The strength of his self-control had relaxed a bit, and he showed in the look he cast about him what it had cost him to enter these doors.
"It is not the same, of course," continued Mrs. Yardley, affected in a peculiar way by the glimpse she had caught of the other's emotion unnatural and incomprehensible as it appeared to her. "The place has been greatly changed, but there is a certain portion of the old house left which only a person who knew it as it originally was would be apt to find; and yesterday, on going into one of these remote rooms I came upon her sitting in one of the windows looking out. How she got there or why she went, I cannot tell you. She didn't choose to tell me, and I didn't ask. But I've not felt real easy about her since."
"Excuse me, Mrs. Yardley, it may be a matter of no moment, but do you mind telling me where this room is?"
"It's on the top floor, sir; and it looks out over the ravine. Perhaps she was spying out the path to your house."
The judge's face hardened. He felt baffled and greatly disturbed; but he spoke kindly enough when he again addressed Mrs. Yardley:
"I am as ignorant as you of this woman's personality and of her reasons for intruding into my presence this morning. But there is something so peculiar about this presumptuous attempt of hers at an interview, that I feel impelled to inquire into it more fully, even if I have to approach the only source of information capable of giving me what I want--that is, herself. Mrs. Yardley, will you procure me an immediate interview with this woman? I am sure that you can be relied upon to do this and to do it with caution. You have the countenance of a woman unusually discreet."
The subtle flattery did its work. She was not blind to the fact that he had introduced it for that very purpose, but it was not in her nature to withstand any appeal from so exalted a source however made. Lifting her eyes fearlessly to his, she responded earnestly:
"I am proud to serve you. I will see what I can do. Will you wait here for just a few minutes?"
He bowed quietly enough; but he was very restless when once he found himself alone. Those few minutes of waiting seemed interminable to him.
Would the woman come? Was she as anxious to see him now as she had been in the early morning? Much depended on her mood, but more on the nature of the errand which had taken her into his house. If that errand was a vital one, he would soon hear her steps; indeed, he was hearing her steps now--he was sure of it. Those of Mrs. Yardley were quicker, shorter, more businesslike. These, now advancing through the corridor, lingered as if held back by dread or a fateful indecision.
He would fain hasten them, but discretion forbade.
They faltered, turned, then, in an instant, all hesitation was lost in purpose and they again advanced this time to the threshold. Judge Ostrander had just time to brace himself to meet the unknown, when the door fell back and the woman of the morning appeared in the opening.