The Definite Object Part 63

"But I don't want to deny it. If your spy had ears he can tell you that we are going to be married. Now go."

Once more M'Ginnis reached up to his throat and trenched off the neckerchief altogether.

"Married!" he cried, "an' t' him! He's foolin' ye, Hermy, by G.o.d he is!

Girl, I'm tellin' ye straight an' true--he'll never marry ye. His kind don't marry Tenth Av'ner girls--Nooport an' Fifth Av'ner's a good ways from h.e.l.l's Kitchen an' Tenth Av'ner, an' they can't ever come t'gether, I reckon."

"Ah!" sighed she, falling back a step, "what do you mean?"

"Why, I mean," said M'Ginnis, twisting the neckerchief in his powerful hands much as if it had been the neck of some enemy, "I mean as this guy as comes here bluffin' about bein' down an' out, this guy as plays at sellin' peanuts is--Geoffrey Ravenslee, the millionaire."

"But--he is--Arthur's friend!"

"Friend--nothin'!" said he, wringing and wrenching at the neckerchief, "I guess you ain't found out how th' Kid an' him came t' meet, eh? Well, I'll tell ye--listen! Your brother broke in to this millionaire's swell house--through the winder--an' this millionaire caught him."

"Oh," said she, smiling in bitter scorn, "what a clumsy liar you are, Bud M'Ginnis!"

"No," he cried eagerly, "no, I ain't tellin' ye no lies; it's G.o.d's own truth I'm givin' ye."

"No, you're just a liar, Bud M'Ginnis!" and she would have turned from him, but his savage grip stayed her.

"A liar, am I?" he cried. "Why, then, you're sister to a crook, see!

Your brother's a thief! a crook! You ain't got much t' be s' proud over--"

"Let me go!"

"Listen! Your brother got into this guy's house t' steal, and this millionaire guy caught him--in the act! An' havin' nothin' better t' do, he makes young Spike bring him down here--just t' see th' kind o' folks as lives in h.e.l.l's Kitchen, see? Then he meets you--you look kind o'

good t' him, so he says t' th' Kid, 'Look here,' he says, 'you help me game along with y'r sister, an' we'll call it quits--'"

Breaking from his hold, Hermione entered the little parlour, and sinking down beside the table, crouched there, hiding her face, while M'Ginnis, leaning in the doorway, watched her, his strong hands twisting and wrenching at the neckerchief.

"Ah, leave me now!" she pleaded, "you've done enough, so--go now--go!"

"Oh, I'll go. I come here t' put ye wise--an' I have! You're on to it all now, I guess. Nooport and Fifth Av'ner's a good ways from h.e.l.l's Kitchen and Tenth Av'ner, an' they can't never come together. I guess there's sure some difference between this swell guy with all his millions an' a Tenth Av'ner girl as is a--thief's sister--"

Slowly Hermione lifted her head and looked up at him, and M'Ginnis saw that in her face which struck him mute; the neckerchief fell from his nerveless fingers and lay there all unheeded.

"Hermione," he muttered, "I--girl, are ye--sick?"

"Go!" she whispered, "go!"

And turning about, M'Ginnis stumbled out of the place and left her alone. For a long time she sat there, motionless and crouched above the table, staring blindly before her, and in her eyes an agony beyond tears, heedless of the flight of time, conscious only of a pain sharper than flesh can know. Suddenly a key was thrust in the lock of the outer door, footsteps sounded along the pa.s.sage accompanied by a merry whistling, and Spike appeared.

"h.e.l.lo, Hermy, ain't tea ready yet?" he enquired, tossing aside his straw hat and opening a newspaper he carried, "say, the Giants are sure playin' great ball this season--what, are ye asleep?"

"No, dear!"

"Why, Hermy," he exclaimed, dropping the paper and clasping an arm about her, "Oh, Hermy--what is it?"

"Oh, boy--dear, dear boy--you didn't, did you?" she cried feverishly.

"You are a little wild--sometimes, dear, just a little--but you are good--and honourable, aren't you?"

"Why, yes, Hermy I--I try t' be," he answered uneasily; "but I don't know what you mean."

"You're not a thief, are you? You're not a burglar? You never broke into any one's house. I know you didn't, but--tell me you didn't--tell me you didn't!"

"No--no, o' course not," stammered Spike and, averting his head, tried to draw away, but she clung to him all the closer.

"Boy--boy dear," she whispered breathlessly, "oh, boy, look at me!"

But seeing he kept his face still turned from her, she set a hand to his cheek and very gently forced him to meet her look. For a long moment she gazed thus--saw how his eyes quailed, saw how his cheek blanched, and as he cowered away, she rose slowly to her feet, and into her look came a growing horror; beholding which Spike covered his face and shrank away from her.

"Oh, boy--" her voice had sunk to a whisper now, "oh, boy--say you didn't!"

"Hermy--I--can't--"

"Can't?"

"It's--it's all--true. Yes, I did! Oh, Hermy, forgive me."

"Tell me!"

"Oh, forgive me, Hermy, forgive me!" he cried, reaching out and trying to catch her hand. "Yes, I'll tell ye. I--I got in--through th' winder, an' Geoff caught me. But he let me go again--he said he'd never tell n.o.body if--ah, don't look at me like that!"

"If--what?"

"If I'd bring him back here with me--Hermy, don't! Your eyes hurt me--don't look at me that way."

"So it--is--all--true!"

"Oh, forgive me, forgive me!" he pleaded, throwing himself on his knees before her and writhing in the anguish of remorse. "They doped me, Hermy, I--didn't know what I was doin'--they didn't give me no time t'

think. Oh, forgive me, Hermy; Geoff forgave me, an' you must--oh, G.o.d, you must, Hermy!" Again he sought to reach her hand, but now it was she who shrank away.

"I loved you so--I--loved--you so!" she said dully.

"Hermy," he cried, catching hold of her dress, "forgive me--just this once, for G.o.d's sake! I ain't got n.o.body in the world but you--forgive me!" And now his pleading was broken by fierce sobs, and he sought to hide his tear-stained face in the folds of her dress, but she drew it quickly from him, shrinking away almost as if she feared him.

"A thief!" she whispered, "oh, G.o.d--my brother a thief! I don't seem--able to--think. Go away--go away, I--must be--alone!"

"Hermy, dear, I swear--oh, I swear I'll--"

"Go away!"

"Oh, Hermy, I didn't think you'd ever--turn away--from me."

"Go away!"

"Oh, Hermy--won't you listen?"

"I can't! Not now. Go away."