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"You are not to think that there is the least hint of impropriety about the matter," Carshaw assured her. "Understand, please, Winifred, that this is no lovers' meeting, but a business one, on which your whole future life depends. You cannot suppose that I have followed you to Fairfield for nothing." "How could you possibly know that I was here?" "From the police." "The police again?
He er asked me Well, we reckoned we could do without her." "I see. Go on." "So I just came up-town, meanin' to talk things over, an' find her a new job, but she took it all wrong." Clancy whirled around on Carshaw. Evidently he had heard enough from Fowle. "And you?" he snapped. "I know nothing of either party," was the calm answer.
"Anyhow, I'd hate to have the combination working against me," and with this deft rejoinder Carshaw hurried away to a garage where he was known. At dawn he was hooting an open passage along the Boston Post Road in a car which temporarily replaced his own damaged cruiser. Within three hours he was seated in the dining-room of the Maples Inn and reading a newspaper.
The thought arose in her, "He that putteth his hand to the plow and looketh back " "It is sudden, this truth that you tell me," went on Carshaw. "Is it a truth?" "Yes." "You are not fond of me, Winnie?" "I have a liking for you." "That's all?" "That is all." "Don't say it, dear. I suffer." "Do you? No, don't suffer. I can't help myself." "You are sorry for me, then?" "Oh, yes."
An hour passed, and the waiting was weary, for it was drizzling. But Carshaw waited, being a persistent young man. At last, after seven, a pang of fear shot through his breast. He remembered the girl's curious account of the dream-man. He determined to knock at the door, relying on his wits to invent some excuse if any stranger opened. But to his repeated loud knockings there came no answer.
The miracle came off, so you're entitled to your gibe. But I have news for you. It's about a dream and a face." "Gee! Throw the picture on the screen, Mr. Carshaw." Then Carshaw spoke, and Clancy listened and bade him work more miracles, even though he might have to report such phenomena to the Psychical Research Society.
Twelve years ago a certain Ralph Voles was sentenced to five years in a penitentiary for swindling. Mrs. Marchbanks's child lived. It was a girl, and baptized as Winifred. She was looked after as a matter of charity by William Meiklejohn, and entrusted to the care of Miss Bartlett, the ex-governess." Carshaw was certainly "interested" now. "Winifred!
Far enough from her innocent mind was it to dream that the visit of Rex's mother had been brought about by her enemies in order to deprive her of a protector and separate her from her lover at the very time when he was most necessary to save her. Carshaw entered in high spirits. "Well, I have news " he began. "But, hello! What's the matter?" "With whom?" asked Winifred. "You look pale."
Winifred, of course, had never seen the Senator, and there was nothing terrifying to her in the sight of a haggard, weary-looking, elderly gentleman. She was far more fluttered by meeting Rex's mother, who figured in her mind as a domineering, cruel, old lady, elegantly merciless, and gifted with a certain skill in torture by words. Mrs. Carshaw began to dispel that impression promptly.
I want you to stay a long time this afternoon, and I invite you to be my dear, dear guest on one condition that you don't ask me why I told you that awful fib the day before yesterday, for I don't mean to tell you!" Of course Carshaw took her again in his arms, and, without breaking her conditions, stayed with her till nearly six.
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