the red seal(红印)-第24部分
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what hour may that have been？〃
The butler cocked his ear for her answer … 'he was sometimes a little
hard of hearing； but he waited in vain； Barbara had disappeared inside the
library。
Colonel McIntyre had not gone at once to see his daughter Helen； as
Barbara had supposed from his remark； instead he went down the staircase
and into the reception room on the ground floor。 It was generally used as
a smoking room and lounge； but when entertaining was done； cloaks and
wraps were left there。 McIntyre looked over the prettily upholstered
furniture； then strolled to the window and carefully inspected the lock； it
appeared in perfect order as he tested it。 Pushing the catch back as far as
it would go； he raised the window … the sash moved upward without a
sound； and he leaned out and looked up and down the path which ran the
depth of the house to the kitchen door and servants' entrance。 There was an
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iron gate separating the path from the sidewalk； always kept locked at
night； and McIntyre had thought that sufficient protection and had not put
an iron grille in the window。
McIntyre closed and locked the window； then pulling out the gilt chair
which stood in front of the desk； he sat down； selected some
monogrammed paper and penned a few lines in his characteristic though
legible writing。 Picking up some red sealing wax； he lighted the small
candle in its brass holder which matched the rest of the desk ornaments；
but before heating the wax he looked for his signet ring； and frowned
when he recalled leaving it on his dresser。 He hesitated a moment； then
catching sight of a silver seal lying at the back of the desk he picked it up
and moistened the initial。 A few minutes later he blew out the candle；
returned the wax and seal to a pigeon hole； and carefully placed the
envelope with its well stamped letter 〃B〃 in his coat pocket； and tramped
upstairs。
Helen heard his heavy tread coming down the hall toward her room；
and scrambled back to bed。 She had but time to arrange her dressing
sacque when her father walked in。
〃Good morning； my dear；〃 he said and； stooping over； kissed her。 As
he straightened up； the side of his single…breasted coat turned back and
exposed to Helen's bright eyes the end of a white envelope。 〃Barbara
told me you are not well；〃 he wheeled forward a chair and sat down by the
bed。 〃Hadn't I better send for Dr。 Stone？〃 〃Oh； no；〃 her reply； though
somewhat faint； was emphatic； and he frowned。
〃Why not？〃 aggressively。 〃I trust you do not share Barbara's
suddenly developed prejudice against the good doctor。〃
〃I do not require a physician；〃 she said evasively。 〃I am well。〃
McIntyre regarded her vexedly。 He could not decide whether her
flushed cheeks were from fever or the result of exertion or excitement。
Excitement over what？ He looked about the room； it reflected the taste
of its dainty owner in its furnishings； but nowhere did he find an answer to
his unspoken question； until his eye lighted on a box of rouge under the
electric lamp on her bed stand。
〃Don't use that；〃 he said； touching the box。
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〃You know I detest make…up。〃
〃Oh； that！〃 She turned to see what he was talking about。 〃That
rouge belongs to Margaret Brewster。〃
McIntyre promptly changed the conversation。 〃Have you had your
breakfast？〃 he asked。
〃Yes； Grimes took the tray down some time ago。〃 Helen watched her
father fidget with his watch fob for several minutes； then asked with
characteristic directness。 〃What do you wish？〃
〃To see that you have proper medical attention if you are ill；〃 he
returned promptly。 〃How would a week or ten days at Atlantic City suit
you and Barbara？〃
〃Not at all。〃 Helen sat up from her reclining position on the pillows。
〃You forget； father； that we have a house…guest； Margaret Brewster is not
leaving until May。〃
〃I had not forgotten；〃 curtly。 〃I propose that she go with us。〃
A faint 〃Oh！〃 escaped Helen； otherwise she made no comment； and
McIntyre； after contemplating her for a minute； looked away。
〃Either go to Atlantic City with us； Helen； or resume your normal；
everyday life；〃 he said shortly。 〃I am tired of heroics； Jimmie Turnbull
was hardly the man to inspire them。〃
〃Stop！〃 Helen's voice rang out imperiously。 〃I will not permit one
word said in disparagement of Jimmie； least of all from you； father。 Wait；〃
as he attempted to speak。 〃I do not know what traits of character I may
have inherited from you； but I have all mother's loyalty； and … that loyalty
belongs to Jimmie。〃
McIntyre's eyes shifted under her gaze。
〃I regret very much this obsession；〃 he said rising。 〃I will not attempt
to reason with you again； Helen； but 〃… he made no effort to lower his
voice； 〃the world … our world will soon know what manner of man James
Turnbull was； of that I am determined。〃
〃And I 〃… Helen faced her father proudly … 〃I will leave no stone
unturned to defend his memory。〃
Her father wheeled about。 〃In doing so； see that you do not
compromise yourself；〃 he remarked coldly； and before the infuriated girl
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could answer； he slammed the door shut and stalked downstairs。
Some half hour later he opened the door of Rochester and Kent's law
office and would have walked unceremoniously into Kent's private office
had not John Sylvester stepped forward from behind his desk in the corner。
〃Good morning； Colonel；〃 he said civilly。 〃Mr。 Kent is not here。 Do
you wish to leave any message？〃
〃Oh； good morning； Sylvester；〃 McIntyre's manner was brusque。
〃When do you expect Mr。 Kent？〃
〃In about twenty minutes； Colonel。〃 Sylvester glanced at the wall
clock。 〃Won't you sit down？〃
McIntyre took the chair and planted it by the window。 Never a very
patient man； he waited for Kent with increasing irritation； and at the end of
half an hour his temper was uppermost。 〃Give me something to write
with；〃 he demanded of Sylvester。 Accepting the clerk's fountain pen
without thanks； he walked over to the center table and； drawing out his
leather wallet； took from it a visiting card and； stooping over； wrote
You have but thirty…six hours remaining。
McIntyre。
〃See that Mr。 Kent gets this card；〃 he directed。 〃No； don't put it
there；〃 irascibly； as the clerk laid the card on top of a pile of letters。
〃Take it into Mr。 Kent's office and put it on his desk。〃
There was that about Colonel McIntyre which inspired complete
obedience to his wishes； and Sylvester followed his directions without
further question。
As the clerk stepped into Kent's office McIntyre saw a woman sitting
by the empty desk。 She turned her head on hearing footsteps and their
glances met。 A faint exclamation broke from her。
〃Margaret！〃 McIntyre strode past Sylvester。 〃What are you doing
here？〃
Mrs。 Brewster's ready laugh hid all sign of embarrassment。 〃Must
you know？〃 she asked archly。 〃That is hardly fair to Barbara。〃
〃So Barbara sent you here with a message！〃 Mrs。 Brewster treated
his remark as a statement and not a question； and briskly changed the
subject。
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〃I can't wait any longer；〃 she pouted。 〃Please tell Mr。 Kent that I am
sorry not to have seen him。〃
〃I will； madam。〃 Sylvester placed McIntyre's card in the center of
Kent's desk and flew to open the door for Mrs。 Brewster。
As the widow stepped into the corridor she brushed by an over…dressed
woman； whose cheap finery gave clear indication of her tastes。 Hardly
noticing another's presence she turned and took McIntyre's arm and they
strolled off together； her soft laugh floating back to where Mrs。 Sylvester
stood talking to her husband。
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CHAPTER XIII
THE FACE AT THE WINDOW
Harry Kent rang the doorbell at the McIntyre residence for the fifth
time； and wondered what had become of the faithful Grimes； the butler
was usually the soul of promptness；
