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He must have been interfering with some of those young Mitchells. Of course Mr. Garson has nothing to do with his nonsense!" Mr. Adiesen had walked out of the room long before she stopped; and her bewilderment was much increased by Signy saying delightedly "Captured! and taken to Collaster! Oh, how pleased brodhor must be!"
Even Signy though she looked pale and nervous was there. The Laulie's approach had been noticed, but Mr. Adiesen merely remarked, "Your young friends come to fetch you, Mr. Garson, I suppose?" He exchanged a knowing look with Fred. They had been conversing in private that morning for two hours, and both came into the breakfast-room with beaming faces.
She might have thought otherwise, could she have known of the meeting that night in the back room of Blinkey's, where English Eddie and Garson sat with their heads close together over a table. "A chance like this," Griggs was saying, "a chance that will make a fortune for all of us." "It sounds good," Garson admitted, wistfully. "It is good," the other declared with an oath.
There was no sound save perhaps a faint clicking noise. But the man with the whistle at his lips suddenly ceased movement, stood absolutely still for the space of a breath. Then, he trembled horribly, and in the next instant crashed to the floor, where he lay rigid, dead. "Damn you I've got you!" Garson sneered through clenched teeth. His eyes were like balls of fire.
Garson saved me, uncle dear," sobbed Signy. "He found me on Havnholme; he is so good." "Havnholme!" the old man muttered, and something like an electric shock went through him at that word. The change in his expression was not lost on Fred.
She had entered the telephone-booth, which she had caused to be installed out of an extra closet of her bedroom for the sake of greater privacy on occasion, and it was during her absence from the drawing-room that Garson again came into the apartment, seeking her.
"The truck-horse detective!" she sneered. "An eighteen collar, and a six-and-a-half hat! He sure had his nerve, trying to bluff us!" But it was plain that Garson was of another mood. There was anxiety in his face, as he stood staring vaguely out of the window. "Perhaps it wasn't a bluff, Aggie," he suggested. "Well, what have we done, I'd like to know?" the girl demanded, confidently.
Garson agreed, so they 'turned turf' and settled the bargain; and a body would have thought that was enough. But no! By-and-by they got debating that the bargain had not been a fair one, then that Havnholme was not included with the other skerries, and so it went as long as they lived.
"I did want to see her, that's a fact," Burke admitted. He kept on with his writing, his head bent low. "But she wasn't at her flat. I guess she must have taken my advice, and skipped out. Clever girl, that!" Garson contrived to present an aspect of comparative indifference. "Yes," he agreed. "I was thinking of going West, myself," he ventured. "Oh, were you?"
Garson rose from his chair as if to go to her, and his face passed swiftly from compassion to ferocity as his gaze went from the woman he had saved from the river to the girl who had been the first cause of her seeking a grave in the waters.
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