The Vanishing of Betty Varian. Wells Carolyn
Mrs Blackwood assured him. “She’s a dear thing. I don’t often enthuse over young girls, but Betty Varian is unusual.”
“As how?”
“Prettier than most girls, more charm, better manners, and, – a suspicion of brains. Not enough to hurt her, but enough to make it a pleasure to talk to her. Moreover, she’s a wilful, spoiled, petted darling of two worshipping parents, and it’s greatly to her credit that she isn’t an arrogant, impossible chit.”
“Sounds good to me,” commented Ted; “when can I meet her?”
“I’ll introduce you soon. They want to meet some of our best people – ”
“Of course. That lets me in at once. When will you take me?”
“Tomorrow afternoon. They’re having a small picnic and they asked me to bring two amusing young men.”
“May I go?” asked Lawrence North.
“Young men, I said,” and Mrs Blackwood looked at him calmly. “You are old enough to be Betty Varian’s father!”
“Well, since I’m not, that needn’t prevent my meeting her.”
“So you shall, some time. But I’m to take two tomorrow, and, – what do you think? I said I would bring Rodney Granniss, and Mr Varian said, ‘No, he’d rather I asked some one in his place!’”
“Why, for heaven’s sake?” cried Landon. “Rod’s our star performer.”
“Well, you see, they know him – ”
“All the more reason – ”
“Oh, it’s this way. Rod Granniss is already a beau of Betty’s, – and her father doesn’t approve of the acquaintance.”
“Not approve of Granniss!” John Clark looked his amazement. “Mr Varian must be an old fuss!”
“I think that’s just what he is,” assented Claire Blackwood, and then Ted Landon urged,
“You haven’t described the siren yet. What’s she like to look at?”
“A little thing, sylphish, rather, – dainty ways, quick, alert motions, and with the biggest gray eyes you ever saw, – edged with black.”
“Raving tresses?”
“No; very dark brown, I think. But the liveliest coloring. Red-under-brown cheeks, scarlet lips and – ”
“I know, – teeth like pearls.”
“No; good, sound, white teeth, and fluttering hands that emphasize and illustrate all she says.”
“All right, she’ll do,” and Ted looked satisfied. “I can cut out old John here, and if Granniss is barred, I’ll have a cinch!”
“You must behave yourself, – at first, anyway, because I am responsible for you. Be ready to go up there with me at four tomorrow afternoon.”
“Leave here at four?”
“Yes, we’ll walk up. A bit of a climb, but motors can go only to the lodge, you know, and that’s not worth while.”
The porter’s lodge belonging to Headland House was partly visible from the clubhouse, and it guarded the gates that gave ingress to the estate. There was no other mode of entrance, for a high wall ran completely across the narrow neck that joined the headland to the main shore, and all other sides of the precipitous cliff ran straight down to the sea.
From where they sat the group could discern the motor road as far as the lodge; and here and there above that could be glimpsed the narrow, tortuous path that led on to the house.
“Grim old pile,” Landon said, looking at Headland House. “Any spook connected with its history?”
“I never heard of any,” said Mrs Blackwood. “Did you, Mr North?”
“Not definitely, but I’ve heard vague rumors of old legends or traditions of dark deeds – ”
“Oh, pshaw, I don’t believe it!” and Mrs Blackwood shook her head at him. “You’re making that up to lend an added interest!”
North grinned. “I’m afraid I was,” he admitted, “but if there isn’t any legend there surely ought to be. Let’s make one up.”
“No, I won’t have it. I hate haunted houses, and I shan’t allow a ghost to be invented. The place is too beautiful to have a foolish, hackneyed old ghost yarn attached to it. Just because you were up here last summer and this is the first year for most of us, you needn’t think you can rule the roost!”
“Very well,” Lawrence North smiled good-naturedly, “have it your own way. But, truly, I heard rumors last year – ”
“Keep them to yourself, then, and when you meet the Varians, as of course you will, don’t say anything to them about such a thing.”
“Your word is law,” and North bowed, submissively. “Here comes the mail at last, and also, here comes Granniss, – the disapproved one!”
A tall outdoorsy-looking young man appeared, and throwing himself into a piazza swing, asked breezily, “Who’s disapproving of me, now? Somebody with absolute lack of fine perception!”
“Nobody here,” began Landon, and then a warning glance from Claire Blackwood prevented his further disclosures on the subject.
“Don’t make a secret of it,” went on Granniss, “own up now, who’s been knocking poor little me?”
“I,” said Mrs Blackwood, coolly.
“Nixy, Madame Claire! You may disapprove of me, but you’re not the one I mean. Who else?”
“Oh, let’s tell him,” North laughed; “he can stand the shock. They say, Granniss, you’re persona non grata up at the house on the headland.”
Rodney Granniss’ eyes darkened and he looked annoyed. But he only said, “That’s a disapproval any one may obtain by the simple process of admiring Miss Varian.”
“Really?” asked Claire Blackwood.
“Very really. To call twice is to incur the displeasure of one or both parents; to venture a third time is to be crossed out of the guest book entirely.”
“But, look here, old man,” Landon said, “they’ve only been in that house about a week. Haven’t you been rushing things?”
“I knew them before,” said Granniss, simply. “I’ve met them in New York.”
“Oh, well, then their dislike of you is evidently well-founded!”
But this impudence of Landon’s brought forth no expression of resentment from its victim. Granniss only winked at Ted, and proceeded to look over his letters.
It was the first time in the memory of any of the present habitués of Headland Harbor, that the house on the rocks had been occupied. Built long ago, it was so difficult of access and so high priced of rental that no one had cared to live in it. But, suddenly, and for no known reason, this summer it had been rented, late, and now, toward the end of July, the new tenants were only fairly settled.
That their name was Varian was about all that was known of them, until Mrs Blackwood’s call had been hospitably received and she brought back favorable reports of the family.
It seems Betty was anxious to meet some young people and Mrs Varian was glad to learn from her caller that small picnics were among the favored modes of entertainment, and she decided to begin that way.
Next day, she explained, a few house guests would arrive, and if Mrs Blackwood would bring two or three young men and come herself, perhaps that would be enough for a first attempt at sociability.
This met Mrs Blackwood’s entire approval, and she proposed Rodney Granniss’ name, all unsuspecting that he would not be welcomed.
“He’s all right, you understand,” Mrs Varian had