The Deaves Affair. Footner Hulbert

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      She scowled at him. Clearly she had no humour.

      Evan explained further: "I have been engaged to accompany Mr. Deaves on his walks hereafter."

      "Oh, locking the stable door after the horse is stolen," she sneered. "He needs a keeper." She indicated the typewritten sheets. "Then you were present at this affair?"

      "I was."

      "Is this story true?"

      "I have not seen it."

      She handed him the pages. Evan skimmed over it hastily. Since the incidents have already been related, the opening paragraph will be sufficient to convey the style of the whole:

      And so on. And so on. Evan bit his lip to keep from smiling, and handed the sheets back. It was easy to understand how the story affected these people like salt in a wound.

      "Is it true?" Mrs. Deaves again demanded of Evan.

      "The facts are true so far as I know," he replied. "Of course, the humour was supplied by the author."

      "This young man has offered to help us," began George Deaves.

      The remark was unfortunate; Mrs. Deaves exploded again. "I won't have any bungling amateur detective work here!" she cried. "There's too much at stake. If the story is true there's only one thing to be done, pay!" She addressed the old man. "You understand; you have disgraced us, and you shall pay."

      But Simeon Deaves' dander was up and he refused to be intimidated. "What for?" he snarled. "I stand by my own acts. I ain't ashamed of them. If people don't like it they can lump it. What do I care what they say about me? They're only envious. They'd give their eyes to have what I've got. Let them publish their story. Who's hurt by it? Nobody but your feelings. Am I going to pay through the nose to soothe your feelings? Not five thousand dollars' worth! I'll be damned if I'll pay!"

      He went out through the smaller door, slamming it behind him.

      Mrs. Deaves turned hard inimical eyes on her husband. "Then it's up to you to find the money," she said.

      "But, my dear," he whined, "you know my circumstances. How can I? Where? It is out of the question!"

      "I don't care where you get it; you get it," she returned callously. "If that story is published I leave this house. You know what that means."

      She marched out by the main door.

      Evan could not but feel for the poor, crushed, flabby creature at the desk. In Evan's own phrase George got it coming and going. He was like a pricked bladder; all his pomposity had escaped like gas.

      "What am I to do?" he murmured.

      "Get the money together," said Evan, "and pay it over according to their orders. Then let me see if I can't get it back again – and get them, too."

      CHAPTER VI

      THE LITTLE FELLOW IN GREY

      It turned out that George Deaves could lay his hands on the money, though perhaps it was not easy for him to do so. George's principal fortune consisted in being the son of his father; he could get almost unlimited credit on the strength of that connection. When Simeon Deaves saw that he was determined to pay the money to the blackmailers, he urged him to accept Evan's offer to run them down, and in the end, notwithstanding his terror of Maud Deaves, George gave in. Father and son, who had begun the day by accusing Evan of the crime, ended by depending on Evan to run down the criminals.

      At ten o'clock George Deaves and Evan set out for the bank. It was not far and they proceeded on foot down the Avenue. Evan kept his eyes open about him, and before they had gone more than a block or two he spotted the well-remembered little figure in the grey suit still dogging their footsteps. Drawing George Deaves up to a shop window as if to show him something inside, he called his attention to the stripling with the pale and watchful face. Deaves shivered.

      "Do you suppose he means us personal harm?" he said.

      Evan smiled to himself, seeing the size of their enemy. "Well, I hardly think so," he said. "At least not as long as we seem disposed to pay up."

      Deaves was received at the bank with extreme deference. He was not obliged to apply at the teller's window like a common customer, but was shown directly into the manager's office which looked on the pavement of the Avenue. A fine-meshed screen protected the occupants of the room from the vulgar gaze of the populace, but those inside could see out, and as soon as they entered the room Evan discovered the youth in the grey suit hanging about the door of the bank, unaware of the nearness of his victims.

      Deaves introduced Evan to the manager as "My father's secretary." "I'm coming up in the world," thought Evan. Five crisp one-thousand-dollar bills were produced, and Evan perceived strong curiosity in the bank manager's eye. It had been agreed between Evan and Deaves that this man was to be taken partly into their confidence, but Deaves now seemed disposed to balk at it, and Evan ventured to take matters into his own hands.

      "You were going to tell this gentleman what the money was for."

      "Yes, yes, of course," said Deaves nervously. "You will of course appreciate the necessity of absolute secrecy, sir."

      "That is part of my business," said the manager.

      But Deaves still boggled at the horrid word, and it was Evan who said: "Somebody is trying to blackmail Mr. Deaves."

      "Good gracious!" cried the horrified manager. "Mr. Simeon Deaves or Mr. George Deaves?"

      "Either," said Evan dryly. "They don't care as long as they get the money."

      "Have you notified the police?"

      "Not yet. We're going to take a try first at catching them ourselves. There is one of them outside, the thin youth in the grey suit."

      The manager half arose from his chair. "What! So close! Perhaps he's armed!"

      "He can't see us."

      The manager sank back only partly reassured. "Can I be of any assistance?" he asked.

      "Yes," said Evan. "I want to mark these bills in your presence." Deaves handed them over, and the manager supplied a blue pencil. "See! A tiny dot following the serial number in each case. In case they get the money, and get away in spite of me, will you please see that all the banks in town are supplied with the numbers of these bills, and are instructed to have anyone arrested who presents them to be changed?"

      "I certainly will," said the manager, making a note of the numbers.

      They left a much startled banker peering through his window-screen.

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