He started as though he couldn't believe his eyes when he saw me.
"The Lord hath delivered mine enemy into my hand,"shone in his evil little face.
"Why,Mr.Tausig,"I cried,before he could get his breath.
"How odd to meet you here!Did you find a baby,too?""Did I find--"He glared at me."I find you;that's enough.
Now--"
"But the luncheon was to be at twelve-thirty,"I laughed."And I haven't changed my dress yet.""You'll change it all right for something not so becoming if you don't shell out that paper.""Paper?"
"Yes,paper.Look here,if you give it back to me this minute--now--I'll not prosecute you for--for--""For the sake of my reputation?"I suggested softly.
"Yes."He looked doubtfully at me,mistrusting the amiable deference of my manner.
"That would be awfully good of you,"I murmured.
He did not answer,but watched me as though he wasn't sure which way I'd jump the next moment.
"I wonder what could induce you to be so forgiving,"I went on musingly."What sort of paper is this you miss?It must be valuable--""Yes,it's valuable all right.Come on,now!Quit your fooling and get down to business.I'm going to have that paper.""Do you know,Mr.Tausig,"I said impulsively,"if I were you,and anybody had stolen a valuable paper from me,I'd have him arrested.I would.I should not care a rap what the public exposure did to his reputation,so long--so long,"I grinned right up at him,"so long as it didn't hurt me,myself,in the eyes of the law."Mad?Oh,he was hopping!A German swear-word burst from him.
I don't know what it meant,but I can imagine.
"Look here,I give you one more chance,"he squeaked;"if you don't--""What'll you do?"
I was sure I had him.I was sure,from the very whisper in which he had spoken,that the last thing in the world he wanted was to have that agreement made public by my arrest.But I tripped up on one thing.I didn't know there was a middle way for a man with money.
His manner changed.
"Nance Olden,"he said aloud now,"I charge you with stealing a valuable private paper of mine from my desk.Here,Sergeant!"I hadn't particularly noticed the Sergeant standing at the other door with his back to us.But from the way he came at Tausig's call I knew he'd had a private talk with him,and I knew he'd found the middle way.
"This girl's taken a paper of mine.I want her searched,"Tausig cried.
"Do you mean,"I said,"that you'll sign your name to such a charge against me?"He didn't answer.He had pulled the Sergeant down and was whispering in his ear.I knew what that meant.It meant a special pull and a special way of doing things and--"You'll do well,my girl,to give up Mr.Tausig's property to him,"the Sergeant said stiffly.
"But what have I got that belongs to him?"I demanded.
He grinned and shrugged his big shoulders.
"We've a way of finding out,you know,here.Give it up or--""But what does he say I've taken?What charge is there against me?Have you the right to search any woman who walks in here?And what in the world would I want a paper of Tausig's for?""You won't give it up then?"He tapped a bell.
A woman came in.I had a bad minute there,but it didn't last;it wasn't the matron I'd brought the baby to.
"You'll take this girl into the other room and search her thoroughly.The thing we're looking for--"The Sergeant turned to Tausig.
"A small paper,"he said eagerly."A--a contract--just a single sheet of legal cap paper it was type-written and signed by myself and some other gentlemen,and folded twice."The woman looked at me.She was a bit hard-mouthed,with iron-gray hair,but her eyes looked as though they'd seen a lot and learned not to flinch,though they still felt like it.I knew that kind of look--I'd seen it at the Cruelty.
"What an unpleasant job this of yours is,"I said to her,smiling up at her for all the world as that tike of a baby had smiled at me,and watching her melt just as I had."I'll not make it a bit harder.This thing's all a mistake.Which way?.
.I'll come back,Mr.Tausig,to receive your apology,but you can hardly expect me to go to lunch after this."He growled a wrathful,resenting mouthful.But he looked a bit puzzled just the same.
He looked more puzzled yet,even bewildered,when we came back into the main office a quarter of an hour later,the woman and I,and she reported that no paper of any kind had she found.
Me?Oh,I was sweet amiability personified with the woman and with the Sergeant,who began to back-water furiously.But with Tausig--What?You don't mean to say you're not on,Mag?Oh,dear,dear,it's well you had that beautiful wig of red hair that puts even Carter's in the shade;for you'd never have been a success in--in other businesses I might name.
Bamboozled the woman?Not a bit of it;you can't deceive women with mouths and eyes like that.It was just that I'd had a flash of genius in the minute I heard Tausig's voice,and in spite of my being so sure he wouldn't have me arrested I'd--Guess,Mag,guess!There was only one way.
The baby,of course!In the moment I had--it wasn't long--I'd stooped down,pretending to kiss that cherub good-by,and in a jiffy I'd pinned that precious paper with a safety-pin to the baby's under-petticoat,preferring that risk to--Risk!I should say it was.And now it was up to Nance to make good.
While Tausig insisted and explained and expostulated and at last walked out with the Sergeant--giving me a queer last look that was half-cursing,half-placating--I stood chatting sweetly with the woman who had searched me.
I didn't know just how far I might go with her.She knew the paper wasn't on me,and I could see she was disposed to believe Iwas as nice as she'd have liked me to be.But she'd had a lot of experience and she knew,as most women do even without experience,that if there's not always fire where there is smoke,it's because somebody's been clever enough and quick enough to cover the blaze.
"Well,good-by,"I said,putting out my hand."It's been disagreeable but I'm obliged to you for--why,where's my purse!
