书城公版In The Bishop's Carriage
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第10章

"You're just in time,Miss Kingdon,"he said uneasily,"to make your mother happy by your presence at her wedding.""I'm just in time,Mr.Moriway,to see that my mother's not made unhappy by your presence.""Evelyn!"Mrs.Kingdon remonstrated.

"Come,Sarah."Moriway offered his arm.

The bride shook her head.

"To-morrow,"she said feebly.

Moriway breathed a swear.

Miss Kingdon laughed.

"I've come to take care of you,you silly little mother,dear .It won't be to-morrow,Mr.Moriway.""No--not to-morrow--next week,"sighed Mrs.Kingdon.

"In fact,mother's changed her mind,Mr.Moriway.She thinks it ungenerous to accept such a sacrifice from a man who might be her son--don't you,mother?""Well,perhaps,George--"She looked up from her daughter's shoulder--she was crying all over that precious red coat of mine--and her eyes lit on me."Oh--you wicked boy,you told a lie!"she gasped."You did read my letter."I laughed;laughed out loud,it was such a bully thing to watch Moriway's face.

But that was an unlucky laugh of mine;it turned his wrath on me.

He made a dive toward me.I ducked and ran.Oh,how I ran!But if he hadn't slipped on the curb he'd have had me.As he fell,though,he let out a yell.

"Stop thief!stop thief!Thief!Thief!Thief!"May you never hear it,Mag,behind you when you've somebody else's diamonds in your pocket.It sounds--it sounds the way the bay of the hounds must sound to the hare.It seems to fly along with the air;at the same time to be behind you,at your side,even in front of you.

I heard it bellowed in a dozen different voices,and every now and then I could hear Moriway as I pelted on--that brassy,cruel bellow of his that made my heart sick.

And then all at once I heard a policeman's whistle.

That whistle was like a signal--I saw the gates of the Correction open before me.I saw your Nance,Tom,in a neat striped dress,and she was behind bars--bars--bars!There were bars everywhere before me.In fact,I felt them against my very hands,for in my mad race I had shot up a blind alley--a street that ended in a garden behind an iron fence.

I grabbed the diamonds to throw them from me,but I couldn't--Ijust couldn't!I jumped the fence where the gate was low,and with that whistle flying shrill and shriller after me I ran to the house.

I might have jumped from the frying-pan?Of course,I might.But it was all fire to me.To be caught at the end is at least no worse than to be caught at the beginning.Anyhow,it was my one chance,and I took it as unhesitatingly as a rat takes a leap into a trap to escape a terrier.Only--only,it was my luck that the trap wasn't set!The room was empty.I pushed open a glass door,and fell over an open trunk that stood beside it.

It bruised my knee and tore my hand,but oh!--it was nuts to me.

For it was a woman's trunk filled with women's things.

A skirt!A blessed skirt!And not a striped one.I threw off the bell-boy's jacket and I got into that dear dress so quick it made my head swim.

The jacket was a bit tight but I didn't button it,and I'd just got a stiff little hat perched on my head when I heard the tramp of men on the sidewalk,and in the dusk saw the cop's buttons at the gate.

Caught?Not much.Not yet.I threw open the glass doors and walked out into the garden.

"Miss--Omar--I wonder if it would be Miss Omar?"You bet I didn't take time to see who it was talking before Ianswered.Of course I was Miss Omar.I was Miss Anybody that had a right to wear skirts and be inside those blessed gates.

"Ah--h!I fancied you might be.I've been expecting you."It was a lazy,low voice with a laugh in it,and it came from a wheeled chair,where a young man lay.Sallow he was and slim and long,and helpless--you could see that by his white hanging hands.But his voice--it was what a woman's voice would be if she were a man.It made you perk up and pretend to be somewhere near its level.It fitted his soft,black clothes and his fine,clean face.It meant silks and velvets and--Oh,all right,Tommy Dorgan,if you're going to get jealous of a voice!

"Excuse me,Mr.Latimer."The cop came in as he spoke,Moriway following;the rest of the hounds hung about."There's a thieving bell-boy from the hotel that's somewhere in your grounds.Can I come in and get him?""In here,Sergeant?Aren't you mistaken?"

"No;Mr.Moriway here saw him jump the gate not five minutes since.""Strange,and I here all the time!I may have dozed of,though.

Certainly--certainly.Look for the little rascal.What's he stolen?Diamonds!Tut!tut!Enterprising,isn't he?.Miss Omar,won't you kindly reach the bell yonder--no,on the table;that's it--and ring for some one to take the officer about?"I rang.

Do you know what happened?An electric light strung on the tree above the table shone out,and there I stood under it with Moriway's eyes full upon me.

"Great--!"he began.

"Just ring again--"Mr.Latimer's voice came soft as silk.

My fingers trembled so,the bell clattered out of them and fell jangling to the ground.But it rang.And the light above me went out like magic.I fell back into a garden chair.

"I beg your pardon,Mr.--was Moriway the name?--I must have interrupted you,but my eyes are troubling me this evening,and Ican't bear the light.Miss Omar,I thought the housekeeper had instructed you:one ring means lights,two mean I want Burnett.

Here he comes.Burnett,take Sergeant Mulhill through the place.He's looking for a thief.You will accompany the Sergeant,Mr.--Moriway?""Thank you--no.If you don't mind,I'll wait out here."That meant me.I moved toward the gate.

"Not at all.Have a seat.Miss Omar,sit down,won't you?"Isat down.

"Miss Omar reads to me,Mr.Moriway.I'm an invalid,as you see,dependent on the good offices of my man.I find a woman's voice a soothing change.""It must be.Particularly if the voice is pleasing.Miss Omar--Ididn't quite catch the name--"

He waited.But Miss Omar had nothing to say that minute.

"Yes,that's the name.You've got it all right,"said Latimer.

"An uncommon name,isn't it?"