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"I hadn't thought " She left her sentence incomplete. "I know," said Jerold. "There has been so much to think about, the subject may have been neglected. As a matter of fact, however, I am already out of it, supplanted by your genuine husband. We can no longer maintain the pretense. "The moment Mr. Fairfax and Theodore chance to meet, our bit of theatricalism goes to pieces.
"If that's you, Jerold please, please get me out the door is locked!" called Dorothy, alarmed by each second of delay. "Where are you now?" "Coming!" called Garrison. He added, to Theodore: "Keep one hand up. Unlock the door." He called out again: "Keep cool when it's opened. Don't confuse the situation."
In the instant that Garrison's attention was directed to the unlocked room, old Robinson made a quick retreat to a tiny red box that was screwed against the wall and twice pulled down a brass ring. Garrison beheld the action too late to interpose. He knew the thing for a burglar-alarm and realized his own position. Meantime Dorothy had not emerged. "Jerold! Jerold!" she cried.
Jerold and Dorothy, alone at last, even among so many passengers, were four days deep in their honeymoon, with all the delights of Europe looming just ahead. There was nothing left undone in the case of Hardy.
If the fact leaks out that you are here, through anyone connected with the house, you must move at once, and change your name, letting no one but me know where you are." She looked at him blankly. "Alone? Can't you help me, Jerold?" "It is more important for me to hasten up country now than it was before," he answered. "I must work night and day to clear things up about the murder."
Then the door was opened, and Garrison beheld a squint-eyed, thin-lipped old man, who scowled upon him and remained there, barring his way. "Good evening is my wife at home Mrs. Fairfax?" said Garrison, stepping in. "I wired her " "Jerold!" cried a voice, as the girl in the party-house had done.
More than anything else in the world she wished to please him, but not by confessing her fondness. However much she might loathe the thought, she was the wife of Jerold Fairfax, with everything precious to guard. By the token of the wound that Garrison had inflicted, she knew that she had wounded him. It could not have been avoided there was nothing but a chasm between them.
He was almost immediately admitted by a serving-man, who appeared a trifle surprised to behold him, but who bowed him in as if he were expected, with much formality and deference. "What shall I call you?" he said. Garrison was surprised, but he announced: "Just Mr. Jerold."
Is that someone to speak to me?" she said. "This is Mrs. Fairfax." "Yes," answered Garrison. "This is Jerold. I felt I must find out about you how you are. I've been distressed at the way I was obliged to leave." "Oh!" said the voice faintly. "I I'm all right thank you. I must see you right away." Her voice had sunk to a tone he could barely distinguish. "Where are you now?"
"The property won't go to you when the will's before the court. The man who married you in Rockbeach was no justice of the peace, and you know it, Mr. Jerold Garrison. You assumed the name of Fairfax and hired a low-down political heeler, who hadn't been a justice for fully five years, to act the part and marry you to Dorothy. "I've got the affidavits.
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