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"I Have A Headache," She Said Irritably. "Perhaps I'm Developing Nerves.
I Do Wish You Would Take Me To New York. Other Women Get Away From This
Town Once In A While."
"But You Told Me On Sunday That You Adored California, That It Was Like
Fairy Land--"
"Oh, All The Women Out Here Bluff Themselves And Everybody Else Just
So Long And Then Suddenly Go To Pieces. It's A Wonderful State, But
What A Life! What A Life! Surely I Was Made For Something Better. I
Don't Wonder--"
"What?" He Asked Sharply.
"Oh, Nothing. I Feel Ungrateful, Of Course. I Really Should Be Quite
Happy. Think If I Had To Go Back To Rouen To Live--After This Taste Of
Freedom, And Beauty--For California Has All The Beauties Of Youth As Well
As Its Idiocies And Vices--"
"There Is Not The Remotest Danger Of Your Ever Being Obliged To Live In
Rouen Again--"
"Oh, I Don't Know. You Might Get Tired Of Me. We Might Fight Like Cat And
Dog For Want Of Common Interests, Of Something To Talk About. You Would
Never Take To Drink Like So Many Of The Men, But I Might--Well, I'm Glad
Dinner Is Ready At Last."
But She Played With Her Food. That She Was Repressing An Intense And
Mounting Excitement Ruyler Did Not Doubt, And He Also Suspected That She
Wished To Broach Some Particular Subject From Which She Turned In Panic.
They Were Alone After Coffee Had Been Served, And He Said Abruptly:
"What Is It, Helene? Do You Want Money? I Have An Idea That Polly Roberts
And Aileen Lawton Borrow Heavily From You, And That They May Have Cleaned
You Out Completely On The First--"
"How Dear Of You To Guess--Or Rather To Get So Close. It's Worse Than
That. I--That Is--Well--Poor Polly Went Quite Mad Over A Pearl Necklace
At Shreve's And They Told Her To Take It And Wear It For A Few Days,
Thinking, I Suppose, She Would Never Give It Up And Would Get The Money
Somehow. She--Oh, It's Too Dreadful--She Lost It--And She Dares Not Tell
Rex--He's Lost Quite A Lot Of Money Lately--And She's Mad With
Fright--And I Told Her--"
"Where Did She Lose It? It's Not Easy To Lose A Necklace, Especially When
The Clasp Is New."
"She Thinks It Was Stolen From Her Neck At The Theater--You Heard What
That Man Said."
"Ah! What Was The Price Of The Necklace?"
"Twenty Thousand Dollars. The Pearls Weren't So Very Large, Of Course,
But Polly Never Had Had A Pearl Necklace--"
"I'll Let Her Have The Money To Pay For It On One Condition--That It Is A
Transaction, Between Roberts And Myself--"
"No! No! Not For Anything!"
"I've Lent Him Money Before--"
"But He'd Never Forgive Polly. He--He's One Of Those Men Who Make An
Awful Fuss On The First Of Every Month When His Wife's Bills Come In."
"There Must Be A Bass Chorus On The First Of Every Month In San
Francisco--"
"Oh, Please Don't Jest. She Must Have This Money."
"She May Have It--On Those Terms. I'll Have No Business Dealings With
Women Of The Polly Roberts Sort. That Would Be The Last I'd Ever See Of
The Twenty Thousand--"
"I Never Thought You Were Stingy!"
Ruyler, In Spite Of His Tearing Anxiety, Laughed Outright. "Is That Your
Idea Of How The Indulgent American Husband Becomes Rich?"
"Oh--Of Course I Wouldn't Have You Lose Such A Sum. I Really Have Learned
The Value Of Money In The Abstract, Although I Can't Care For It As Much
As Men Do."
"I Have No Great Love Of Money, But There Is A Certain Difference Between
A Miser And A Levelheaded Business Man--"
"Price, I Must Have That Money. Polly--Oh, I Am Afraid She Will
Kill Herself!"
"Not She. A More Selfish Little Beast Never Breathed. She'll Squeeze The
Money Out Of Some One, Never Fear! But I Think I'll Lock Up Your Jewels
In Case You Are Tempted To Raise Money On Them For Her--Darling!"
Helene, Without A Sound, Had Fainted.
Chapter 9
They Had Intended To Go To The Theater But Ruyler Put Her To Bed At
Once. He Offered To Read To Her, But She Turned Her Back On Him With
Cold Disdain, And He Went To The Little Invisible Cupboard Where She
Kept Her Own Jewels And Took Out The Heavy Gold Box Which Had Been The
Wedding Present Of One Of His California Business Friends Who Owned A
Quartz Mine.
"I Shall Put This In The Safe," He Said Incisively, "For, While I Admire
Your Stanchness In Friendship, Even For Such An Unworthy Object As Polly
Roberts, I Do Not Propose That My Wife Shall Be Selling Or Pawning Her
Jewels For Any Reason Whatever. Think Over The Proposal I Made
Downstairs. If Polly Is Willing I'll Lend Roberts The Money To-Morrow."
She Had Thrown An Arm Over Her Face And She Made No Reply. He Went Down
Stairs And Put The Box In The Safe. It Occurred To Him That She Had
Watched Him Open And Close The Safe Several Times But She Certainly Never
Had Written The Combination Down, And It Had Taken Him A Long While To
Commit It To Memory Himself.
He Had Glanced Over The Contents Of The Box Before He Locked It In. The
Jewels Were All There, The String Of Pearls That He Had Given Her On
Their Marriage Day, A Few Wedding Presents, And Several Rings And
Trinkets He Had Bought For Her Since. The Value Was Perhaps Twenty
Thousand Dollars, For He Had Told Her That She Must Wait Several Years
Before He Could Give Her The Jewels Of A Great Lady. When She Was Thirty,
And Really Needed Them To Make Up For Fading Charms--It Had Been One Of
Their Pleasant Little Jokes.
As Ruyler Set The Combination He Sighed And Wondered Whether Their Days
Of Joking Were Over. Their Life Had Suddenly Shot Out Of Focus And It
Would Require All His Ingenuity And Patience, Aided By Friendly
Circumstance, To Swing It Into Line Again. He Did Not Believe A Word Of
The Necklace Story. Somebody Was Blackmailing The Poor Child. If He Could
Only Find Out Who! He Made Up His Mind Suddenly To Put This Problem Also
In The Hands Of Spaulding For Solution. The Question Of His
Mother-In-Law's Antecedents Was Important Enough, But That Of His Wife's
Happiness And His Own Was Paramount.
He Decided To Go To The Theater Himself, For He Was In No Condition For
Sleep Or The Society Of Men At The Club, Nor Could Any Book Hold His
Attention. He Prayed That The Play Would Be Reasonably Diverting.
He Walked Down Town And As He Entered The Lobby Of The Columbia At The
Close Of The First Act He Saw 'Gene Bisbee And D.V. Bimmer, Who Was Now
Managing A Hotel In San Francisco, Standing Together. He Also Saw Bisbee
Nudge Bimmer, And They Both Stared At Him Openly, The Famous Hotel Man
With Some Sympathy In His Wise Secretive Eyes, The Reformed Peer Of The
Underworld With A Certain Speculative Contempt.
Ruyler, To His Intense Irritation, Felt Himself Flushing, And Wondered If
The Man's Regard Might Be Translated: "Just How Much Shall I Be Able To
Touch Him For?" He Wished He Would Show His Hand And Dissipate The
Damnable Web Of Mystery Which Fate Seemed Weaving Hourly Out Of Her
Bloated Pouch, But He Doubted If Bisbee, Or Whoever It Was That Tormented
His Wife, Would Approach Him Save As A Last Resource. They Were Clever
Enough To Know That Her Keenest Desire Would Be To Keep The Disgraceful
Past From The Knowledge Of Her Husband, Rather Than From A Society
Seasoned These Many Years To Erubescent Pasts.
Moreover It Is Always Easier To Blackmail A Woman Than A Man, And Price
Ruyler Could Not Have Looked An Easy Mark To The Most Optimistic Of
Social Brigands.
He Found It Impossible To Fix His Mind On The Play; The Cues Of The First
Act Eluded Him, And The Characters And Dialogue Were Too Commonplace To
Make The Story Negligible.
At The End Of The Second Act Ruyler Made Up His Mind To Go Home And Try
To Coax His Wife Back Into Her Customary Good Temper, Pet Her And Make
Her Forget Her Little Tragedy. He Still Hesitated To Broach The Subject
To Her Directly, But It Was Possible That By Some Diplomatically
Analogous Tale He Could Surprise Her Into Telling Him The Truth.
During The Long Drive He Turned Over In His Mind The Data Spaulding Had
Placed Before Him During The Afternoon. He Rejected The Theory That
Madame Delano Was Mrs. Lawton As Utterly Fantastic, But Admitted A
Connection. Helene Had Spoken More Than Once Of Mrs. Lawton's Kindness To
"Maman" When Her Baby Was Born During Her "Enforced Stay In San
Francisco," And It Was Quite Possible That The Two Had Been Friends, And
That The Young Mother Had Adopted The Name Of Dubois When Calling Upon
The Nuns Of The Convent At St. Peter, Either Because It Would Naturally
Occur To Her, Or From Some Deeper Design Which, He Could Not Fathom....
Yes, The Connection With Mrs. Lawton Was Indisputable And It Remained For
Him To "Figger Out" As Spaulding Would Say, Which Of These Women, The
Gambler's Wife, The Notorious "Madam," Gabrielle, The Briefly Coruscating
Pauline Marie, Or The Englishman's Mistress, A Woman Of Mrs. Lawton's
Position Would Be Most Likely To Befriend.
The First Three Might Be Dismissed Without Argument. She Had Been No
Frequenter Of "Gambling Joints" Whatever Her Peccadilloes; Gabrielle,
He Happened To Know, Had Died Some Eight Or Ten Years Ago, And
Mademoiselle Pauline Marie, If She Had Had A Child, Which Was Extremely
Doubtful, Was The Sort That Sends Unwelcome Offspring Post Haste To The
Foundling Asylum.
There Remained Only The Spurious Mrs. Medford, And She Was The
Probability On All Counts. What More Likely Than That She And Mrs. Lawton
Had Met At One Of The Great Winter Hotels In Southern California, And
Foregathered? Certainly They Would Be Congenial Spirits.
When The Baby Came Mrs. Lawton Would Naturally See Her Through Her
Trouble, And Advise Her Later What To Do With The Child. No Doubt,
Medford Found It In The Way.
After That Ruyler Could Only Fumble. Did Medford Desert The Woman,
Driving Her On The Stage?--Or Elsewhere? Did They Start For Japan, And
Did He Die On The Voyage? Did He Merely Give The Woman A Pension And Tell
Her To Go Back To Rouen, Or To The Devil? It Was Positive That When
Helene Was Five Years Old Madame Delano Had Gone Back To Her Relatives
With Some Trumped Up Story And Been Received By Them.
Moreover, This Theory Coincided With, His Belief That Helene's Father
Was A Gentleman. No Doubt He Had Been Already Married When He Met The
Young French Girl, Superbly Handsome, And Intelligent--Possibly At One
Of The French Watering Places, Even In Rouen Itself, Swarming With
Tourists In Summer. They Might Have Met In The Spacious Aisles Of The
Cathedral, She Risen From Her Prayers, He Wandering About, Baedeker In
Hand, And Fallen In Love At Sight. One Of Earth's Million Romances,
Regenerating The Aged Planet For A Moment, Only To Sink Back And
Disappear Into Her Forgotten Dust.
His Own Romance? What Was To Be The End Of That!
But He Returned To His Argument. He Wanted A Coherent Story To Tell His
Wife, And He Wanted Also To Believe That His Wife's Father Had Been A
Gentleman.
Medford, Like So Many Of His Eloping Kind, Had Made Instinctively For
California With The Beautiful Woman He Loved But Could Not Marry. Santa
Barbara, Ruyler Had Heard, Had Been The Favorite Haven For Two
Generations Of Couples Fleeing From Irking Bonds In The Societies Of
England And The Continent Of Europe. Southern California Combined A Wild
Independence With A Languor That Blunted Too Sensitive Nerves, Offered An
Equable Climate With Months On End Of Out Of Door Life, Boating,
Shooting, Riding, Driving, Motoring, Romantic Excursions, And Even Sport
If A Distinguished Looking Couple Played The Game Well And Told A
Plausible Story.
Breeding Was A Part Of Ruyler's Religion, As Component In His Code As
Honor, Patriotism, Loyalty, Or The Obligation Of The
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