Nobody. Vance Louis Joseph

Nobody - Vance Louis Joseph


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she was appalled by contemplation of her amazing callousness; outlawed, declassée, she was indifferent to her degradation, and alive only to the joy of freedom from the bondage of any certain social status.

      Now as she lingered on the corner, people were passing her continually on their way over to the terminal; and one of these presently caught her attention-a man who, carrying a small oxford hand-bag, came up hastily from behind, started to cross the street, drew back barely in time to escape annihilation at the wheels of a flying squadron of taxicabs, and so for a moment waited, in impatient preoccupation with his own concerns, only a foot or two in advance but wholly heedless of the girl.

      Sally caught her breath sharply, and her wits seemed to knit together with a sort of mental click; the man was Blue Serge, identified unmistakably to her eyes by the poise of his blue-clad person-the same Blue Serge who owed his life to Sally Manvers!

      In another instant the way cleared and the man moved smartly on again, with every indication of one spurred on by an urgent errand-but went no more alone. Now a pertinacious shadow dogged him to the farther sidewalk, into the yawning vestibule of the railway station, on (at a trot) through its stupendous lobbies, even to the platform gates that were rudely slammed in his face by implacable destiny in the guise and livery of a gateman.

      At this, pausing a little to one side, Sally watched Blue Serge accost the guardian, argue, protest, exhibit tickets, and finally endeavour to bribe a way past the barrier. But the train was already pulling out; with a shake of his stubborn head the uniformed official moved on; and ruminating on a power of pent profanity, Blue Serge turned and strode back into the waiting-room, passing so near to Sally that their elbows almost touched without his rousing to the least recognition of her existence.

      But that in itself was nothing to dismay or check the girl in her purpose, and when Blue Serge a minute later addressed himself to the Pullman bureau she was still his shadow-an all but open eavesdropper upon his communications with the authority of the brass-barred wicket.

      "I've just missed the eleven ten for Boston," she heard him explain as he displayed tickets on the marble ledge, "and, of course, I'm out my berth reservation. Can you give me a lower on the midnight express?"

      "No," Authority averred with becoming sententiousness.

      "An upper, then?"

      "Nothing left an the midnight."

      "Not even a stateroom?"

      "I told you nothing doing."

      "Well, then, perhaps you can fix me up for the Owl train?"

      "Wait a minute."

      A pause ensued while Authority consulted his records; not a long pause, but one long enough to permit a wild, mad inspiration to flash like lightning athwart the clouded horizon of Sally's doubt and perplexity. Surely it were strangely inconsistent with her role of adventuress to permit this man to escape, now that destiny had delivered him into her unscrupulous hands!

      "Owl train? De luxe room or ordinary stateroom-all I got left."

      "Good enough. I'll take-"

      If Blue Serge failed promptly to nominate his choice, it was only because Miss Manvers chose that juncture to furnish him-and incidentally herself, when she had time to think things over-with what was unquestionably for both of them the most staggering surprise of that most surprising night.

      Peremptorily plucking a blue-serge sleeve with the brazenest impudence imaginable, she advised her victim:

      "Take both, if you please!"

      Had she schemed deliberately to strike him dumb in consternation, her success must have afforded Sally intense satisfaction. Since she hadn't, her personal consternation was momentarily so overpowering as to numb her sense of appreciation. So that for the period of a long minute neither of them moved nor spoke; but remained each with a blank countenance reflecting a witless mind, hypnotised by the stupefaction of the other.

      Then, perhaps a shade the quicker to recover, Sally fancied that her victim's jaw had slackened a bit and his colour faded perceptibly; and with this encouragement she became herself again, collected, aggressive, confronting him undismayed before recognition dawned upon Blue Serge, and, with it, some amused appreciation of her effrontery. Even so, his first essay at response was nothing more formidable than a stammered "I beg your pardon?"

      She explained with absolute composure: "I said, take both rooms, please. I'm going to Boston, too."

      "Oh!" he replied stupidly.

      She nodded with determination and glanced significantly aside, with a little toss of her head, toward the middle of the lobby.

      "There's a Central Office man over there," she observed obliquely, dissembling considerable uncertainty as to what a Central Office man really was, and why.

      "There is!"

      "If you go to Boston, I go," she persisted stolidly. His countenance darkened transiently with distrust or temper. Then of a sudden the man was shaken by a spasm of some strange sort-the corners of his mouth twitched, his eyes twinkled, he lifted a quizzical eyebrow, his lips parted.

      But whatever retort he may have contemplated was checked by the accents of Authority and the tapping of an imperative pencil on the window-ledge.

      "Say, I'm busy. Which are you going to take now, de luxe room or-"

      "Both!" With the dexterity of a stage conjurer Blue Serge whipped a bill from his pocket and thrust it beneath the wicket, not for an instant detaching his gaze from Sally. "And quick," said he; "I'm in a hurry!"

      Grunting resentfully, Authority proceeded to issue the reservations, thus affording Sally, constrained to return without a tremor the steadfast regard of her burglar, time to appreciate the lengths to which bravado had committed her. And though she stood her ground without flinching, her cheeks had taken on a hue of bright crimson before Blue Serge, without troubling to verify them, seized tickets and change and turned squarely to her.

      "Now that's settled," he inquired amiably, "what next?"

      The better to cover her lack of a ready answer, she made believe to consult the mellow orb of the four-faced clock that crowns the bureau of information.

      "The Owl train leaves when?" she asked with a finely speculative air.

      "One o'clock."

      "Then we've got over an hour and a half to wait!"

      "How about a bite of supper? The station restaurant is just down-stairs-"

      "Thank you," she agreed with a severe little nod.

      Lugging his bag, he led the way with the air of one receiving rather than conferring a favour.

      "Curious how things fall out," he observed cheerfully; "isn't it?"

      "Yes-"

      "I mean, your popping up like this just when I was thinking of you. Coincidence, you know."

      "Coincidences," Sally informed him consciously, "are caviar only to book critics. There's nothing more common in real life."

      He suffered this instruction with a mildly anguished smile.

      "That's true, I presume, if one knows anything about real life. I don't go in for realistic novels you see, so can't say. But you're right one way: it isn't anything extraordinary, come to consider it, that you and I, both headed for Boston, should run into each other here. By the way," he added with a casual air, "speaking of coincidences, it sort of triple-plated this one to have your friend from Central Office hanging round so handy, didn't it? If he's in sight, why not be a sport and tip me off?"

      "I don't see the necessity," Sally returned, biting her lip-"yet."

      "Not from your point of view, perhaps-from mine, yes. Forewarned is fortunate, you know."

      "I dare say."

      "You won't put me wise?"

      "Certainly not."

      "Well, of course, one can guess why."

      "Can one?"

      "Why, forgive me for calling your bluff, it wouldn't be safe, would


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