CHAPTER XV
Phyllis and Ivy
And where _was_ Phyllis?
Why, sitting in the small, but pretty, little bedroom of Ivy Hayes, inthat young woman's boarding-house home.
"And so you're Phyllis Lindsay," said the other girl, lookingadmiringly at Phyllis' smart, inconspicuous costume. "I'm jolly gladto see you. What can I do for you?"
The frank, pleasant manner of the hostess pleased the guest andPhyllis said, impulsively, "Oh, I hope you can help me. I'm in aquandary. Will you tell me frankly just why you said I was at MrGleason's the day he died?"
"Now, how did you know I said that? I declare those detectives telleverything!"
"I thought it was Mr Barry whom you told."
"Well, it's all the same. Why, I said you were there, because you werethere."
"No, I wasn't."
"All right, then, you weren't. I like you, Miss Lindsay, and I'llstand by you. Now, you tell me what you want me to say, and I'll sayit."
"Oh, dear, I don't want you to say anything that isn't true. Why didyou think I was there, if you didn't see me?"
"I heard you."
"Heard me talking?"
"Yes."
"What did I say?"
"You were asking Mr Gleason for money--a big sum."
"And you heard me ask him?"
"I didn't exactly hear you, you spoke very low, and I was behind aclosed door. But I heard all Mr Gleason said--so I could tell."
"What did he say?"
"He said, 'twenty thousand dollars! I should say not! Notunless--well, you know my conditions.' That's exactly what he said.And then you murmured something, and he said, 'You're aLindsay--you're both Lindsays,' but I don't know whether he meant youand his sister, or you and your brother."
"What has my brother to do with it?"
"I don't know--but when he spoke of the two of you together, likethat, I thought he meant you and Louis. But afterward, I thought hemight have meant you and his sister, Mrs Lindsay."
"You know my brother? You call him Louis!"
"Yes, I know him--not awfully well, but enough to call him anything Ilike. You don't have to know anybody so very long to call him petnames."
"Pet names!"
"Oh, come now, Miss Lindsay, don't be so shocked. You're probably moreconventional than I am, but you must know a few things. Well, anyhow,I didn't hear any more, because Mr Gleason shut the door, and I justscooted down the back way and home. I never knew whether you got themoney you wanted or not. Did you?"
Phyllis gasped. She was annoyed at the girl's rudeness, but, afterall, Ivy Hayes had a charm of her own, and it was impossible to feeldeep resentment toward the flippant little thing.
"I didn't get it from Mr Gleason, because I didn't ask him for it. Ididn't ask him for it, because I wasn't there. I've never been there."
"All right, Miss Lindsay--what you say goes. You've never been there.Is that what you came to tell me?"
Ivy cocked her foolish little curly head on one side, and gave Phyllissuch a humorous wink that she couldn't help smiling.
"I don't wonder Louis likes you," she said, impulsively. "You're anadorable little piece."
"That's right," said Ivy, gravely. "Pile it on thick. I just lap itup. Do you think I'm pretty?"
"Yes," Phyllis returned, simply. "Now, tell me again, why did youthink the--the person Mr Gleason said those things to was myself, whenyou never had seen me--and you say you couldn't hear me."
"Well, when the bell rang, Mr Gleason said it was you. That heexpected you."
Phyllis turned pale. "Go on," she said.
"That's all. He said, 'That's Miss Lindsay coming up. You go.' So Iwent. I hung around a few moments, trying to get a glimpse of you, butI couldn't. I heard you speak, but you spoke so low, and the door wasalmost shut, so I couldn't hear a word you said."
"Well," Phyllis drew a long breath. "If I was there--I didn't kill MrGleason."
"Of course you didn't!" Ivy exclaimed. Then, with a look deep intoPhyllis' eyes, she added, "And you weren't there. I know it now!"
"How do you know it?"
"Oh, it's come to me. You were not there that day at all, MissLindsay. As you say, you've never been there."
Ivy looked very grave. She gazed at Phyllis with a strange look ofdivination, and added, "I know you haven't."
"Oh, yes, I have," Phyllis cried quickly. "I _was_ there thatday--I was, really. I just said I wasn't--because----"
"Oh, come now," Ivy smiled a little but she did not laugh. "What am Ito think? You were there and you weren't there! You've never beenthere and you were there that day! My goodness gracious!"
"I was there," Phyllis said, looking at her coldly. "I said at first Iwasn't, for--for reasons of my own----"
"Yes, I know," and Ivy nodded a sagacious head. "What are we going todo about it?"
Phyllis stared. "About what?"
"About the--the reason you said--you know----"
"Don't! Don't look like that! You're uncanny. What do you know?"
"I don't know anything. Do you?"
"About what?"
"About who killed Mr Gleason."
This time Ivy looked directly at Phyllis, and that with a meaningglance.
Phyllis covered her face with her hands, and at once Ivy ran to herside and threw her arms around her.
"Now, don't cry," she begged. "It's no time for that. Let's see whatwe can do."
"Do about what? What are you talking about?"
"Shall I speak out? Shall I put it into words?"
"Yes," said Phyllis, but she shrank as from a sudden blow.
"Then, here's how I dope it out. It wasn't you who were there--but itwas Louis."
"Oh, no, no! It was I. It wasn't Buddy."
"Yes it was. You're trying to shield him. I see it. Now, don't takethat tack with me. Own up--tell me all you know--and I'll help you."Phyllis thought a moment.
"Might as well," Ivy urged. "I know too much to be ignored, and Itruly think it would be better for you in every way, to take me intoyour confidence. Let me help you."
"How can you?"
"I don't know, quite. But I do know that if you stick to your story ofhaving been there yourself, when you were not, you'll get a whole lotof unpleasant notoriety, if nothing worse."
"Meaning?"
"Suspicion. Accusation. Maybe arrest."
Phyllis jumped. "Arrest!" she whispered, and her eyes stared inhorror.
"Well, maybe not that," Ivy soothed her, "but, you tell me all aboutit. Look here, Miss Lindsay, I'm a better detective than half the menon the force. And, say, I know a little girl--well, I don't supposeyou'd want her--but start straight now--tell me everything you know.Let me be your father confessor."
"But I've nothing to confess."
"You haven't! How about that story--fib you just told about going toMr Gleason's house--when you didn't go."
"You don't know that I didn't."
"Yes, I do, and I'll tell you how I know. It was Louis who wentthere--not you!"
"You didn't see him."
"No, and I didn't hear him--or I should have known at once. But it wasLouis, of course, and when Mr Gleason said 'You're both Lindsays,' andreferred to the stepmother, of course it fitted Louis as well as you.Louis wanted money--you know that?"
"Yes, I know that."
"Has he got it--yet?"
"He will have it to-morrow. A--a friend is going to let me have it forhim."
"Who?"
"Mr Pollard."
"You seem to be able to get money easily!"
"Mr Pollard is my fiance."
Phyllis remembered suddenly that Pollard had told her she might wantto say that, and just now, in the presence of this girl of a lowerclass and of a lesser degree of refinement, Phyllis felt a suddenimpulse to justify her position. To her mind, to take money from one'sfiance made correct what would otherwise be a questionable thing todo.
"Oho! I see! Why, I thought you and Mr Barry were pals."
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bsp; "We are. Good pals. But I am engaged to Mr Pollard."
"And you're to get the money for Louis--in time?"
"Yes--in time. You know?"
"I know he'll be jailed if he doesn't fork over about twenty thousandto that old shark!"
"Never mind details. Now, truly, Ivy, do you think Buddy was at MrGleason's that day?"
"I don't think it, I know it. And, Phyllis--he--he killed him."
In the gravity of the moment neither noticed the intimate use of thename. Phyllis looked at the other, her eyes full of a dumb agony.
"Don't!" she begged, "don't say it!"
"Better face it, dear. I am positive. You see it all hangs together.That old maid person on the floor above, saw a young man come in, andI know it was Louis. Where was he at that time? I mean, where does hesay he was?"
"I don't know. I haven't asked him. Oh, Ivy, he didn't?--hecouldn't----"
"Maybe he could. Louis is not much on the strong-arm work, but he hasdesperate determination, and if he went there to get that money--andif Mr Gleason wouldn't give it to him--let me see--I suppose Gleasonmust have said that his condition was your acceptance of his suit!"
"I suppose so," Phyllis agreed. "He knew how I love Louis, and heoften tried to get him to persuade me to do various things. Louis ismy idol. I've always adored him. I really brought him up, for motherdied when he was so little. We're far closer to one another than mostbrothers and sisters. Oh, Ivy, what can I do?"
"Hush, let me think. I wish I wasn't so sure Louis did the thing. But,you see, he was right there--johnny-on-the-spot! And he was mad--andhe was desperate--and Mr Gleason's pistol was handy-by--and he was atthe end of his rope--alone with him there--oh, of course, it wasinevitable. How has he acted since?"
"Queerly," Phyllis admitted. "He's nervous and jumpy, and afraid ofeverybody."
"Of course he is. Well, Phyllis, he'll have to run away."
"Oh, no!"
"Yes, he will. It's all very well to be shocked at the idea, and toprefer to have him face the music--but the risk is too great! Even ifhe should be innocent--and he can't be--they'd put him through withbells on!"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean as soon as the police get Louis in their mind as a suspect,they'll pounce on him, and they'll fasten it on him, no matter what hesays."
"Railroad him----"
"That's not quite the word. You don't know much about these things, doyou? Railroad is a term they use about innocent suspects, andLouis----"
"Oh, Ivy, how can you? Stop! Don't you love him, too?"
"Oh, in a way. But it's enough of a way to want him to get off! I tellyou he must vanish--disappear. And that big money must be paid, orthose people will be after him. You know all about that deal?"
"Yes; and I may as well tell you, I was out that afternoon, in ataxicab with--with Bill Halsey."
"Halsey! You! Oh, you poor dear."
"Oh, he was respectful--very decent, in fact. He was to go with me toMr Gleason--I was expected, you see--and I was to try to persuade MrGleason to pay that debt and free Louis from the sharks. I knew MrGleason's price would be my promise to marry him--and--I expected topay."
"Well, why didn't you go to Gleason's?"
"Because--as we neared there, we saw Louis going in!"
"What time was that?"
"Oh, I don't know. It's all a horrid nightmare. I turned around andwent right home. No, not right home; we drove around a bit, trying todecide what to do. Mr Halsey was nice; he said for me to follow up mybrother or to wait developments, just as I chose. Of course, I saidI'd wait and learn the result of Louis' visit--I knew what he wentfor."
"And since--since we know the result of Louis' visit, has Mr Halseybeen after you?"
"Yes; but I told him that now the inheritance was mine, I'd pay himall Louis owes him just as soon as I could arrange it. He seemedsatisfied, only he wants the money at once. So Mr Pollard is gettingit for me."
"Well, anyway, Bill Halsey won't bother Louis about that. Now, I tellyou, Phyllis, it's necessary that we get the boy away--smuggle him outof the country----"
"Out of the country!"
"Yes--Canada, Europe--anywhere. Or maybe it would be easier to hidehim. Do you know of any country place--some friend's house--no, they'dfind him. Oh, what can we do?"
"It's too big a question for us to handle. Two girls can't take careof a case like this. I'll ask Mr Pollard what to do."
"Yes, that's good. Mr Barry wouldn't be very capable--but Mr Pollardis."
"You know him?"
"Not personally. But I know he's a powerful and a wise man. He'll knowjust what to do. And as you're engaged to him--you'll want to tell himabout Louis--or, won't you?"
"Why, yes--I suppose so. But how you take things for granted! I mustsee Louis first of all. Oh, Buddy, Buddy dear!"
In the meantime, Phyllis' mysterious disappearance was causing dismayand consternation in many hearts and minds.
Prescott, who had started out to find her, was looking everywhere,except in the home of Ivy Hayes.
Belknap, still at the Lindsay house, talked it over with Mrs Lindsayand Philip Barry and concluded that at last they were on the righttrack. He had no fears about finding the girl, for she could notdisappear permanently. But it was a shock, and he was a littlebewildered.
"Of course," he said, "disappearance is practically confession. MissLindsay must be found--can, probably, easily be found. But I amsorry."
"Sorry!" cried Millicent, "how you talk! You don't mean you thinkPhyllis killed my brother, do you?"
"You said that yourself, at first, Mrs Lindsay," Belknap reminded her.
"Only in the excitement of my first shock. Really, I was not quiteresponsible for what I said that night. Now, I know Phyllis couldn'thave done it----"
"Why not?"
"A girl like that! Incredible."
"It has been done. It may be she was under great provocation."
"But, hold on, Belknap," Barry cried; "don't go too fast. What haveyou by way of evidence? Only that Miss Lindsay was seen in a taxicabwith some man. What does that prove?"
"That there are some questions for Miss Lindsay to answer. I am notaccusing her unheard. I want to hear her, to see her, to question her.And she has run away--which is, to say the least, a strange thing forher to do."
"Oh, she hasn't run away. There are dozens of plausible reasons forher sudden departure. And see here, Belknap, don't let your suspicionsturn toward that girl. It's too ridiculous."
"It will bear investigation."
"Not even that. Since you've taken this attitude, I've decided to comethrough myself. I killed Robert Gleason."
Belknap looked at him. "Now, Mr Barry, that's too transparent. You'resaying that to shield Miss Lindsay."
"Seems to me you'd better not jump at conclusions too continuously.And are you logical? You suspect Miss Lindsay with no evidence--onlybecause she chanced to go out when you wanted to see her. Yet when Icome and give myself up, you refuse to believe my confession. Can younot say, at least, that it needs investigation? Isn't it your habit tolook into the matter of a serious confession?"
Belknap stared at him.
But Millicent Lindsay cried out: "Oh, Phil, I'm so sorry! Do you know,I felt it was you all along. And I like you so much! But when Ilearned about the letter you wrote to Robert--you did write it, didn'tyou?"
"Yes," said Barry.
"Well, as soon as I heard about that, I knew you did it. You neverliked Robert, but that was mostly because you thought he would getPhyllis away from you. But to kill him! I can hardly believe it--andyet, I've felt sure of it for some time!"
The doorbell rang, and in a flurry of tears and agitation Millicentran away to her own room.
The newcomer was Pollard, and as he entered he observed the seriousattitude of the two men.
"What is it?" he asked, simply.
"I've just confessed to the Gleason murder," said Barry.
"What did you confess for?"
"Beca
use I did it. What does any one confess for?"
"Usually because he didn't do it. The real murderer rarely confesses."
"Just what I think," Belknap said; "Mr Barry has an idea that MissLindsay will be accused, and he has confessed to prevent it."
"That it, Phil?" and Manning Pollard looked Barry squarely in theeyes.
"Take it any way you like, Pol," Barry said. "I make my confession, Igive myself up--now let the law--if such a thing exists--take itscourse. And there's that letter. You know I wrote it, Pollard. Youknow I must have written it. There's no other possible theory. Youknow I left you about six--or a little before. You know I've noalibi--and there was time enough for me to go down to the Gleasonplace and get back for the dinner party."
"You rattle it off like a lesson, Phil. How did you go down there?"
Barry stared, but quickly said, "Taxi."
"Did no one see you go in?"
"Not that I know of. Shut up, Pollard."
Pollard shut up, and Belknap asked a long string of questions. TheseBarry answered, but even then, Belknap did not arrest him. Theattorney went away, leaving the matter in abeyance, for, as a matterof fact, he had no idea Barry was telling the truth.
"Shielding somebody?" Pollard asked as soon as Belknap had gone.
Barry look at him. "I confessed," he said.
"Yes; I know. To shield Phyllis--or Louis?"
"Don't, Pol."
"Own up, old chap. Or perhaps you suspect them both."
"I do! How did you know? They were there together. There was trouble.Louis sent that telephone message--after the shooting--and he muddledit. It's all been a muddle ever since!"
"It surely has," agreed Pollard. "But I'm not sure you've chosen thebest way to clear it up."
"Well, I had to. I can't see Phyllis dragged through a trial--and shewould say or do anything to shield Louis. So I thought I'd throwmyself into the breach."
"You've certainly done so--whether for good or ill."