The Essential Max Brand - 29 Westerns in One Edition. Max Brand
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think I do,” she replied falteringly.
“But not entirely. Let me pour you some tea? No?”
He sighed, as he blew forth the smoke of a cigarette. “But you don’t understand entirely,” he continued, “and you must. Go back to the old days, when you knew nothing of the world but me. Can you remember?”
“Yes, yes!”
“Then you certainly recall a time when, if I had simply given directions, you would have been mine, Ruth. I could have married you the moment you became a woman. Is that true?” “Yes,” she whispered, “that is perfectly true.” The coldness that passed over her taught her for the first time how truly she dreaded that marriage which had been postponed, but which inevitably hung over her head.
“But I didn’t want such a wife,” continued John Mark. “You would have been an undeveloped child, really; you would never have grown up. No matter what they say, something about a woman is cut off at the root when she marries. Certainly, if she had not been free before, she is a slave if she marries a man with a strong will. And I have a strong will, Ruth—very strong!”
“Very strong, John,” she whispered again. He smiled faintly, as if there were less of what he wanted in that second use of the name. He went on: “So you see, I faced a problem. I must and would marry you. There was never any other woman born who was meant for me. So much so good. But, if I married you before you were wise enough to know me, you would have become a slave, shrinking from me, yielding to me, incapable of loving me. No, I wanted a free and independent creature as my wife; I wanted a partnership, you see. Put you into the world, then, and let you see men and women? No, I could not do that in the ordinary way. I have had to show you the hard and bad side of life, because I am, in many ways, a hard and bad man myself!”
He said it, almost literally, through his teeth. His face was fierce, defying her—his eyes were wistful, entreating her not to agree with him. Such a sudden rush of pity for the man swept over her that she put out her hand and pressed his. He looked down at her hand for a moment, and she felt his fingers trembling under that gentle pressure.
“I understand more now,” she said slowly, “than I have ever understood before. But I’ll never understand entirely.”
“A thing that’s understood entirely is despised,” he said, with a careless sweep of his hand. “A thing that is understood is not feared. I wish to be feared, not to make people cower, but to make them know when I come, and when I go. Even love is nothing without a seasoning of fear. For instance” —he flushed as the torrent of his speech swept him into a committal of himself—“I am afraid of you, dear girl. Do you know what I have done with the money you’ve won?”
“Tell me,” she said curiously, and, at the same time, she glanced in wonder, as a servant passed softly across the little room. Was it not stranger than words could tell that such a man as John Mark should be sitting in this almost public place and pouring his soul out into the ear of a girl?
“I shall tell you,” said Mark, his voice softening. “I have contributed half of it to charity.”
Her lips, compressed with doubt, parted in wonder. “Charity!” she exclaimed.
“And the other half,” he went on, “I deposited in a bank to the credit of a fictitious personality. That fictitious personality is, in flesh and blood, Ruth Tolliver with a new name. You understand? I have only to hand you the bank book with the list of deposits, and you can step out of this Tolliver personality and appear in a new part of the world as another being. Do you see what it means? If, at the last, you find you cannot marry me, my dear, you are provided for. Not out of my charity, which would be bitter to you, but out of your own earnings. And, lest you should be horrified at the thought of living on your earnings at the gaming table, I have thrown bread on the waters, dear Ruth. For every dollar you have in the bank you have given another to charity, and both, I hope, have borne interest for you!”
His smile faded a little, as she murmured, with her glance going past him: “Then I am free? Free, John?”
“Whenever you wish!”
“Not that I ever shall wish, but to know that I am not chained, that is the wonderful thing.” She looked directly at him again: “I never dreamed there was so much fineness in you, John Mark, I never dreamed it, but I should have!”
“Now I have been winning Caroline to the game,” he went on, “and she is beginning to love it. In another year, or six months, trust me to have completely filled her with the fever. But now enters the mischief-maker in the piece, a stranger, an ignorant outsider. This incredible man arrives and, in a few days, having miraculously run Caroline to earth, goes on and brings Caroline face to face with her lover, teaches Jerry Smith that I am his worst enemy, gets enough money to pay off his debt to me, and convinces him that I can never use my knowledge of his crime to jail him, because I don’t dare bring the police too close to my own rather explosive record.”
“I saw them both here!” said the girl. She wondered how much he guessed, and she saw his keen eyes probe her with a glance. But her ingenuousness, if it did not disarm him, at least dulled the edge of his suspicions.
“He was here, and the trap was laid here, and he slipped through it. Got away through a certain room which Fernand would give a million to keep secret. At any rate the fellow has shown that he is slippery and has a sting, too. He sent a bullet a fraction of an inch past Fernand’s head, at one point in the little story.
“In short, the price is too high. What I want is to secure Caroline Smith from the inside. I want you to go to her, to persuade her to go away with you on a trip. Take her to the Bermudas, or to Havana—any place you please. The moment the Westerner thinks his lady is running away from him of her own volition he’ll throw up his hands and curse his luck and go home. They have that sort of pride on the other side of the Rockies. Will you go back tonight, right now, and persuade Caroline to go with you?”
She bowed her head under the shock of it. Ronicky Doone had begged her to send Caroline Smith to meet her lover. Now the counterattack followed.
“Do you think she’d listen?”
“Yes, tell her that the one thing that will save the head of Bill Gregg is for her to go away, otherwise I’ll wipe the fool off the map. Better still, tell her that Gregg of his own free will has left New York and given up the chase. Tell her you want to console her with a trip. She’ll be sad and glad and flattered, all in the same moment, and go along with you without a word. Will you try, Ruth?”
“I suppose you would have Bill Gregg removed—if he continued a nuisance?”
“Not a shadow of a doubt. Will you do your best?”
She rose. “Yes,” said the girl. Then she managed to smile at him. “Of course I’ll do my best. I’ll go back right now.”
He took her arm to the door of the room. “Thank Heaven,” he said, “that I have one person in whom I can trust without question—one who needs no bribing or rewards, but works to please me. Good-by, my dear.”
He watched her down the hall and then turned and went through room after room to the rear of the house. There he rapped on a door in a peculiar manner. It was opened at once, and Harry Morgan appeared before him.
“A rush job, Harry,” he said. “A little shadowing.”
Harry jerked his cap lower over his eyes. “Gimme the smell of the trail, I’m ready,” he said.
“Ruth Tolliver has just left the house. Follow her. She’ll probably go home. She’ll probably talk with Caroline Smith. Find a way of listening. If you hear anything that seems wrong to you—anything about Caroline leaving the house alone, for instance, telephone to me at once. Now go and work, as you never worked for me before.”
23. CAROLINE TAKES COMMAND