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country for gentlemen in evening clothes to go out by
the window and return by the door. You might think
the other way round preferable.ā
āLarry!ā I shouted.
āJack!ā
āKick that door shut and lock it,ā he commanded, in
a sharp, severe tone that I remembered wellāand just
now welcomedāin him.
āHow, why and whenā?ā
āNever mind about me. Iām hereāthrown the enemy
off for a few days; and you give me lessons in current
history first, while I climb into my armor. Pray pardon
the informalityāā
He seized a broom and began work upon a pair of
trousers to which mud and briers clung tenaciously.
His coat and hat lay on a chair, they, too, much the
worse for rough wear.
There was never any use in refusing to obey Larryās
orders, and as he got into his clothes I gave him in as
few words as possible the chief incidents that had
marked my stay at Glenarm House. He continued dressing
with care, helping himself to a shirt and collar from
my chiffonnier and choosing with unfailing eye the
best tie in my collection. Now and then he asked a
question tersely, or, again, he laughed or swore direly in
Gaelic. When I had concluded the story of Pickeringās
visit, and of the conversation I overheard between the
executor and Bates in the church porch, Larry wheeled
round with the scarf half-tied in his fingers and surveyed
me commiseratingly.
āAnd you didnāt rush them both on the spot and have
it out?ā
āNo. I was too much taken aback, for one thingāā
āI dare say you were!ā
āAnd for another I didnāt think the time ripe. Iām
going to beat that fellow, Larry, but I want him to
show his hand fully before we come to a smash-up. I
know as much about the house and its secrets as he does,
āthatās one consolation. Sometimes I donāt believe
thereās a shilling here, and again Iām sure thereās a big
stake in it. The fact that Pickering is risking so much
to find whatās supposed to be hidden here is pretty fair
evidence that somethingās buried on the place.ā
āPossibly, but theyāre giving you a lively boycott.
Now where in the devil have you been?ā
āWellāā I began and hesitated. I had not mentioned
Marian Devereux and this did not seem the time
for confidences of that sort.
He took a cigarette from his pocket and lighted it.
āBah, these women! Under the terms of your revered
grandfatherās will you have thrown away all your rights.
It looks to me, as a member of the Irish bar in bad
standing, as though you had delivered yourself up to
the enemy, so far as the legal situation is concerned.
How does it strike you?ā
āOf course Iāve forfeited my rights. But I donāt
mean that any one shall know it yet a while.ā
āMy lad, donāt deceive yourself. Everybody round
here will know it before night. You ran off, left your
window open invitingly, and two gentlemen who meditated
breaking in found that they neednāt take the trouble.
One came in through your own room, noting, of
course, your absence, let in his friend below, and tore
up the place regrettably.ā
āYes, but how did you get here?āif you donāt mind
telling.ā
āItās a short story. That little chap from Scotland
Yard, who annoyed me so much in New York and drove
me to Mexicoāfor which may he dwell for ever in fiery
tormentāhas never given up. I shook him off, though,
at Indianapolis three days ago. I bought a ticket for
Pittsburg with him at my elbow. I suppose he thought
the chase was growing tame, and that the farther east
he could arrest me the nearer I should be to a British
consul and tide-water. I went ahead of him into the
station and out to the Pittsburg sleeper. I dropped my
bag into my sectionāif thatās what they call it in your
atrocious American languageālooked out and saw him
coming along the platform. Just then the car began to
moveāthey were shunting it about to attach a sleeper
that had been brought in from Louisville and my carriage,
or whatever you call it, went skimming out of
the sheds into a yard where everything seemed to be
most noisy and complex. I dropped off in the dark
just before they began to haul the carriage back. A
long train of empty goods wagons was just pulling
out and I threw my bag into a wagon and climbed after
it. We kept going for an hour or so until I was thoroughly
lost, then I took advantage of a stop at a place
that seemed to be the end of terrestrial things, got out
and started across country. I expressed my bag to you
the other day from a town that rejoiced in the cheering
name of Kokomo, just to get rid of it. I walked into
Annandale about midnight, found this medieval marvel
through the kindness of the station-master and was reconnoitering
with my usual caution when I saw a gentleman
romantically entering through an open window.ā
Larry paused to light a fresh cigarette.
āYou always did have a way of arriving opportunely.
Go on!ā
āIt pleased my fancy to follow him; and by the time
I had studied your diggings here a trifle, things began
to happen below. It sounded like a St. Patrickās
Day celebration in an Irish village, and I went down at
a gallop to see if there was any chance of breaking in.
Have you seen the room? Well,āāhe gave several
turns to his right wrist, as though to test itāāwe all
had a jolly time there by the fireplace. Another chap
had got in somewhere, so there were two of them. Your
manāI suppose itās your manāwas defending himself
gallantly with a large thing of brass that looked like
the pipes of a grand organāand I sailed in with a chair.
My presence seemed to surprise the attacking party,
who evidently thought I was youāflattering, I must
say, to me!ā
āYou undoubtedly saved Batesā life and prevented the
rifling of the house. And after you had poured water
on Batesāheās the servantāyou came up hereāā
āThatās the way of it.ā
āYouāre a brick, Larry Donovan. Thereās only one of
you; and nowāā
āAnd now, John Glenarm, weāve got to get down to
businessāor you must. As for me, after a few hours
of your enlivening societyāā
āYou donāt go a step until we go togetherāno, by
the beard of the prophet! Iāve a fight on here and Iām
going to win if I die in the struggle, and youāve got to
stay with me to the end.ā
āBut under the will you dare not take a boarder.ā
āOf course I dare! That willās as though it had
never been as far as Iām concerned. My grandfather
never expected me to sit here alone and be murdered.
John Marshall Glenarm wasnāt a fool exactly!ā
āNo, but a trifle queer, I should say. I donāt have
to tell you, old man, that this situation appeals to me.
Itās my kind of a job. If it werenāt that the hounds are
at my heels Iād like to stay with you, but you have
enough trouble on hands without opening the house to
an attack by my enemies.ā
āStop talking about it. I donāt propose to be deserted
by the only friend I have in the world when Iām up
to my eyes in trouble. Letās go down and get some
coffee.ā
We found Bates trying to remove the evidences of the
nightās struggle. He had fastened a cold pack about his
head and limped slightly; otherwise he was the sameā
silent and inexplicable.
Daylight had not improved the appearance of the
room. Several hundred books lay scattered over the
floor, and the shelves which had held them were hacked
and broken.
āBates, if you can give us some coffeeā? Let the
room go for the present.ā
āYes, sir.ā
āAnd Batesāā
He paused and Larryās keen eyes were bent sharply
upon him.
āMr. Donovan is a friend who will be with me for
some time. Weāll fix up his room later in the dayā
He limped out, Larryās eyes following him.
āWhat do you think of that fellow?ā I asked.
Larryās face wore a puzzled look.
āWhat do you call himāBates? Heās a plucky fellow.ā
Larry picked up from the hearth the big candelabrum
with which Bates had defended himself. It
was badly bent and twisted, and Larry grinned.
āThe fellow who went out through the front door
probably isnāt feeling very well to-day. Your man was
swinging this thing like a windmill.ā
āI canāt understand it,ā I muttered. āI canāt, for
the life of me, see why he should have given battle to
the enemy. They all belong to Pickering, and Bates is
the biggest rascal of the bunch.ā
āHumph! weāll consider that later. And would you
mind telling me what kind of a tallow foundry this is?
I never saw so many candlesticks in my life. I seem
to taste tallow. I had no letters from you, and I supposed
you were loafing quietly in a grim farm-house,
dying of ennui, and here you are in an establishment
that ought to be the imperial residence of an Eskimo
chief. Possibly you have crude petroleum for soup and
whipped salad-oil for dessert. I declare, a man living
here ought to attain a high candle-power of luminosity.
Itās perfectly immense.ā He stared and laughed. āAnd
hidden treasure, and night attacks, and young virgins
in the middle distanceāyes, Iād really like to stay a
while.ā
As we ate breakfast I filled in gaps I had left in my
hurried narrative, with relief that I can not describe filling
my heart as I leaned again upon the sympathy of
an old and trusted friend.
As Bates came and went I marked Larryās scrutiny of
the man. I dismissed him as soon as possible that we
might talk freely.
āTake it up and down and all around, what do you
think of all this?ā I asked.
Larry was silent for a moment; he was not given to
careless speech in personal matters.
āThereās more to it than frightening you off or getting
your grandfatherās money. Itās my guess that
thereās something in this house that somebodyāPickering
supposedlyāis very anxious to find.ā
āYes; I begin to think so. He could come in here
legally if it were merely a matter of searching for lost
assets.ā
āYes; and whatever it is it must be well hidden. As
I remember, your grandfather died in June. You got
a letter calling you home in October.ā
āIt was sent out blindly, with not one chance in a
hundred that it would ever reach me.ā
āTo be sure. You were a wanderer on the face of the
earth, and there was nobody in America to look after
your interests. You may be sure that the place was
thoroughly ransacked while you were sailing home. Iāll
wager you the best dinner you ever ate that thereās more
at stake than your grandfatherās money. The situation
is inspiring. I grow interested. Iām almost persuaded
to linger.ā
A TRIPLE ALLIANCE
Larry refused to share my quarters and chose a room
for himself, which Bates fitted, up out of the house
stores. I did not know what Bates might surmise about
Larry, but he accepted my friend in good part, as a
guest who would remain indefinitely. He seemed to interest
Larry, whose eyes followed
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