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<h3> CHAPTER XIV </h3> <h3> UNDERGROUND WIRES </h3> Armitage was not obliged to wait, however. A tall, well-built young woman, heavily veiled, came down the winding path as he shut off power. When he leaned around to open the door of the tonneau, she threw back her veil and he caught sight of a full, dark, handsome face and eyes filled with a curious light. He slammed the door and turned quickly to the wheel. "What is your name, my man?" The deep alto voice contained a note of mirth. "McCall," replied Armitage gruffly, jerking his head a bit side-wise and then jerking it quickly back again. "You are—not a very good driver," came the voice. "But I should like to employ you.… Would you consider leaving Miss Wellington?" Armitage shook his head grouchily. "For a consideration? Come, I won't use you as a chauffeur. I want you for a statue in my Japanese garden. I—" Armitage suddenly pointed the car toward the ocean and stopped. Then he turned in his seat. "Look here, Sara," he said, "if you don't let up, I 'll run you into the ocean." Mrs. Van Valkenberg was rocking with laughter. "Oh, Jack! Jack!" she cried. "This is too rich. What on earth are you up to?" Armitage, who had not seen her since they had attended school together in Louisville, paid no attention to her question. "I had no idea you were in Newport." "I suppose I should expect more of one of my very oldest and best friends," she said. "I was in the Philippines when you married; faint rumors of the event penetrated even there. I was too prostrated to write; besides, I didn't receive any cards." He paused a moment. "Van Valkenberg—that's so; I remember now. He—" "I am a widow," said Sara soberly. "Oh," he was silent, not knowing what to say. She hastened to relieve his embarrassment, smiling brightly. "I was to go to see Anne later in the week, but when I saw you, I simply could n't wait another minute. I wanted a front seat at this little comedy. You see," she raised her eyes knowingly, "I have n't asked you why you are here in the Wellington livery and driving the Wellington car because—because I rather imagine I can guess the reason." She glanced at Armitage, who did not reply. "Fancy my missing this romance," she went on, laughing musically. "Jack, it's perfectly delightful. It's more than delightful, it's sublimely rich. You, you of all men! Come, won't you confide in me? Ah, go on." Her eyes were brimming with laughter. Armitage frowned. "Look here, Sara, you're on the wrong tack." "Oh, is it possible! All right, you need n't confide in me if you don't wish to. All I ask is permission to view events—and you can't withhold that, you know. But seriously, Jack, can I be of any assistance? I approve, don't you know, awfully. And—she's worth every bit of it. But how are you going to win her in the guise of a chauffeur? I always knew you possessed a large amount of self-confidence, but allow me to inform you, sir, there are some things your natural qualifications can't overshadow. Come, Jack, do strip off your motley and court her as a naval officer—you see I, at least, have kept track of you—and a gentleman should; I don't like this way." "I tell you, you are wrong. I can't say anything now. But wait—then you 'll know. And, Sara, please; not a word as to whom I am; promise me you 'll keep still until I give you the word." She smiled enigmatically. "Don't you admire Anne Wellington?" "Come, Sara, promise; this is a serious matter with me." "Don't you?" she persisted. "Of course I do," he snapped. "She's a corker. Now promise." "I promise nothing. I shall act as I think best for you." Armitage gazed at her thoughtfully for a moment. "You may trust me, Jack. I may be able to help you. I feel sure I shall. I want to help you—and Anne." Armitage raised his hand warningly. "Don't, Sara, please!" "Very well." She smiled sweetly. "You may proceed to The Crags, McCall." Anne met her at the doorway and Armitage took the car to the garage. "Say," said Ryan, "there 's some one been calling you up for the past hour." Armitage looked at the man excitedly. "Who was it? Did he give his name?" "No, would n't give it. He said he 'd call up again, though. He—there goes the bell now." Armitage took up the receiver. "Is this you, Jack?" came the voice. "This is Thornton. Say, they 've got Yeasky." "Where?" Jack's voice was husky. "In Boston." "Did they find anything?" "No; they went through everything. He had n't a thing except a note signed 'Vassili' something, and some Austrian army data." "The family name of the man we 're gunning for," said Armitage. "Has he said anything?" "Nothing. They have not told him what he was captured for either, although I guess he knows. They want your orders." "All right," said Armitage. "Tell them to let him go, provided he leaves Boston by the first boat." "What!" "Turn him loose. Get shed of him. It 'll simplify matters. I 'm getting this thing in hand now. Push the thing through for me, will you, Joe? I'm busy as a pup here. Get Bill Rawlins on the long distance at the Boston Navy Yard, explain things to him, and get him to help. There 's nothing to do. Just have him seen on board the boat. That note was all I wanted. Have that sent to me. Now do it all nicely for me, won't you, old chap,—and a day or two will see the finish of the whole thing. Oh, say,—have them hold those papers." "All right," said Thornton. "By the way, we are going to torpedo the Atlantic fleet tonight. The battleships are on their way down from Provincetown at last." "Pshaw! The one thing I wanted to be in on!" "Can't you get off and come along on the D'Estang? We shan't leave until eight o'clock. We 're going to try and do up the fleet off Point Jude. Come on, like a good chap." "I 'd like to. I will if I can, you bet. I think I can work it. Now s'long and don't forget to have that Pole shunted out of the country on the jump." "I won't. Don't worry; see you later then." "Right-o, good-bye." As Armitage hung up the receiver the bell of the house 'phone jingled and Armitage was summoned to bring out the car in a hurry. When he arrived under the porte cochère, Prince Koltsoff was still talking to Anne in a corner of the library. "It is very necessary," he was saying. "The summons is important. It is even possible I shall not return all night." His agitation seemed momentarily increasing. "But, Prince Koltsoff," said Anne, "is it so very important? I hardly know what to do. I have arranged a box party for the vaudeville at Freebody to-night—it's distressing." Koltsoff bowed. "And I! You cannot suppose I view lightly being away from you to-night!" He shrugged his shoulders. "The rose-strewn paths are not always for diplomats. You will know that better in good time, perhaps. But they are for that all the sweeter while we tread them." He moved very close to her and she, taking fire from his mood, did not step backward, looking him in the eyes, pulling slightly at the front of her skirt. In the very web of a mood which she felt bordered on surrender to the masculine personality of the man before her, she admitted a thrill, which she never before had recognized. The blood mounted swiftly to her temples and she straightened and threw her head back with lips parted and hot. His face came so close to hers that she felt his hot breath. "Are you sorry for this afternoon?" he asked caressingly. "Yes," her voice was a half whisper. His arms were raising to take her, when the voice of Sara Van Valkenberg came to their ears, with an effect very much like a cold stream upon a bar of white hot steel. "Anne, oh, Anne dearie, did you know the car was waiting for Prince Koltsoff?" She appeared in the doorway to find Anne turning over a magazine and the Prince adjusting his coat. "I beg pardon, but you said Prince Koltsoff was in a hurry. I thought you did n't know the car had arrived." "We—I didn't," Anne smiled thinly. "Thank you." They moved to the veranda, where Anne and Sara stood with arms intertwined. "I am sorry, so sorry," cried Koltsoff, as he climbed into the car. "As I say, I shall possibly not return all night. At all events, au revoir." He turned to Anne and half raised his arm. "The trust," he said. She nodded and smiled. "Have no fear, Prince Koltsoff," she said. "Good!" He glared toward Armitage. "To town—and fast," he said. As Armitage nodded, Anne, whose mood was past praying for, called mischievously: "McCall, always touch your hat when you receive an order. And come right back, please; I shall want to go to town." This time Armitage made a faultless salute. When they had gone, Anne walked to a settee, drawing Mrs. Van Valkenberg by the arm, and flung herself down, laughing hysterically. "Why, what is the matter, Anne?" Sara gazed at her in amazement. "Has anything—" she paused significantly—"happened?" Anne drew her handkerchief across her eyes. "No," she said, "not yet. But oh, Sara, if you had n't—" She stopped and gazed at her friend wide-eyed. "Sara," she said, "is it possible I love Prince Koltsoff?" "No, it is not," replied Sara, decidedly. "Anne, don't be a goose. What is it, tell me?" "I cannot; but yes, I think it is—it must be. Oh, I wonder!" "Anne!" "Sara, for goodness' sake, let me alone a moment. Come," she added, throwing her arm about the young matron's waist, "let's talk about other things now. Come with me while I telephone and call off that stupid theatre party. Then we 'll go to town, exchange the tickets, and then—Sara, let's have a regular bat—alone. You know—one of our old ones. I dare you." "Done," said Mrs. Van Valkenberg, thankful to change the girl's mood. While Anne was telephoning and offering various explanations to various persons, Sara sat thinking. It had not taken her ten minutes to decide that she detested Koltsoff and that Anne was under a spell not easily to be broken. If Armitage had tried to break it, if he were there for that purpose, he had failed a long way of success. He had chosen, in any event, a poor method of campaigning. If he did not know what was good for him, so much the worse. She did and accordingly when Anne had finished with the last of her list of prospective guests, she said: "Anne, I have fallen quite in love with your new chauffeur." "I don't blame you one bit," said Anne carelessly. "He's a stunner. But I don't believe he 's a chauffeur by profession." "I happen to know he is n't." "You—know—he is n't! How do you know? Tell me what he is then. I don't believe I 'll ever have any more curiosity about anything; I 've used it all on him." "He 's a naval officer and a very promising one, I believe. He is John Armitage and his father is United States Senator Armitage from Kentucky—they 're really a very fine family—one of the best in the State." "How did—? oh, of course, you were a Kentuckian. You don't mean to say you know him!" "I know all his family very well. Why, I 've known Jack Armitage all my life," she raised her eyebrows. "But, Anne, promise you won't let on." The full significance of the information imparted by her friend gradually rose to supremacy in Anne's mind. Her eyes turned slowly to Sara's face. "Well, of all idiots I am the worst! Why, I even placed him at Annapolis and then let him turn me off! And mother, too! That's a good one on her. Well! What's his play? I confess I am stumped." "His play?" Sara regarded her with a significant smile. "I wonder!" Anne gazed at her a moment and then buried her face in her hands with a mock groan. "Saints and ministers of grace, defend us!" she exclaimed. Then girl-like, they clung to each other and laughed and laughed. "Aren't you flattered?" asked Sara at length. "Flattered? Oh, you mean about—" she grimaced. "Sara! It's perfectly ridiculous! And it is n't true. The very idea! The audacity! Don't tell me, Sara; there 's something else." But Sara caught the tentative note. "Oh, naturally," she interposed, "you are far from being sufficiently attractive to draw an ardent young man into a romantic situation, especially—as you told me—after you had written him a note virtually inviting him to try his luck." "Sara, you are beastly!" "Forgive me, dear, but why not face facts?" "Well!" Anne smiled resignedly. "Mother must n't know." "Not until the play is over," said Sara. Anne gazed moodily at her friend. "It soon will be, I fear," she said. As for the unsuspecting Armitage, he burned the road, smiling to think that underground wires were working for him, as well as the Prince. He had no fear that if Koltsoff had the control with him—which Armitage did not for a moment believe—the vigilance of the express companies and of the postal authorities would be found wanting. Koltsoff spent half an hour in the telegraph office and then alighting from the car in Touro Park, bade Armitage return to The Crags. "Shall I call anywhere for you?" asked Armitage pleasantly. "No," replied Koltsoff, who stood on the sidewalk, watching until the car disappeared. <div style="break-after:column;"></div>

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