Presently, when she had finished the cigarette, Aggie proceeded to her own chamber and there spent a considerable time in ****** a toilette calculated to set off to its full advantage the slender daintiness of her form.When at last she was gowned to her satisfaction, she went into the drawing-room of the apartment and gave herself over to more cigarettes, in an easy chair, sprawled out in an attitude of comfort never taught in any finishing school for young ladies.She at the same time indulged her tastes in art and literature by reading the jokes and studying the comic pictures in an evening paper, which the maid brought in at her request.She had about exhausted this form of amusement when the coming of Joe Garson, who was usually in and out of the apartment a number of times daily, provided a welcome diversion.After a casual greeting between the two, Aggie explained, in response to his question, that Mary had gone out to keep an engagement with **** Gilder.
There was a little period of silence while the man, with the resolute face and the light gray eyes that shone so clearly underneath the thick, waving silver hair, held his head bent downward as if in intent thought.When, finally, he spoke, there was a certain quality in his voice that caused Aggie to regard him curiously.
"Mary has been with him a good deal lately," he said, half questioningly.
"That's what," was the curt agreement.
Garson brought out his next query with the brutal bluntness of his kind; and yet there was a vague suggestion of tenderness in his tones under the vulgar words.
"Think she's stuck on him?" He had seated himself on a settee opposite the girl, who did not trouble on his account to assume a posture more decorous, and he surveyed her keenly as he waited for a reply.
"Why not?" Aggie retorted."Bet your life I'd be, if I had a chance.He's a swell boy.And his father's got the coin, too."At this the man moved impatiently, and his eyes wandered to the window.Again, Aggie studied him with a swift glance of interrogation.Not being the possessor of an over-nice sensibility as to the feelings of others, she now spoke briskly.
"Joe, if there's anything on your mind, shoot it."Garson hesitated for a moment, then decided to unburden himself, for he craved precise knowledge in this matter.
"It's Mary," he explained, with some embarrassment; "her and young Gilder.""Well?" came the crisp question.
"Well, somehow," Garson went on, still somewhat confusedly, "Ican't see any good of it, for her."
"Why?" Aggie demanded, in surprise.
Garson's manner grew easier, now that the subject was well broached.
"Old man Gilder's got a big pull," he vouchsafed, "and if he caught on to his boy's going with Mary, he'd be likely to send the police after us--strong! Believe me, I ain't looking for any trip up the river."Aggie shook her head, quite unaffected by the man's suggestion of possible peril in the situation.
"We ain't done nothin' they can touch us for," she declared, with assurance."Mary says so."Garson, however, was unconvinced, notwithstanding his deference to the judgment of his leader.
"Whether we've done anything, or whether we haven't, don't matter," he objected."Once the police set out after you, they'll get you.Russia ain't in it with some of the things Ihave seen pulled off in this town."
"Oh, can that 'fraid talk!" Aggie exclaimed, roughly."I tell you they can't get us.We've got our fingers crossed."She would have said more, but a noise at the hall door interrupted her, and she looked up to see a man in the opening, while behind him appeared the maid, protesting angrily.
"Never mind that announcing thing with me," the newcomer rasped to the expostulating servant, in a voice that suited well his thick-set figure, with the bullet-shaped head and the bull-like neck.Then he turned to the two in the drawing-room, both of whom had now risen to their feet.
"It's all right, Fannie," Aggie said hastily to the flustered maid."You can go."As the servant, after an indignant toss of the head, departed along the passage, the visitor clumped heavily forward and stopped in the center of the room, looking first at one and then the other of the two with a smile that was not pleasant.He was not at pains to remove the derby hat which he wore rather far back on his head.By this single sign, one might have recognized Cassidy, who had had Mary Turner in his charge on the occasion of her ill-fated visit to Edward Gilder's office, four years before, though now the man had thickened somewhat, and his ruddy face was grown even coarser.
"Hello, Joe!" he cried, familiarly."Hello, Aggie!"The light-gray eyes of the forger had narrowed perceptibly as he recognized the identity of the unceremonious caller, while the lines of his firmly set mouth took on an added fixity.
"Well?" he demanded.His voice was emotionless.
"Just a little friendly call," Cassidy announced, in his strident voice."Where's the lady of the house?""Out." It was Aggie who spoke, very sharply.
"Well, Joe," Cassidy went on, without paying further heed to the girl for a moment, "when she comes back, just tell her it's up to her to make a get-away, and to make it quick."But Aggie was not one to be ignored under any circumstances.
Now, she spoke with some acerbity in her voice, which could at will be wondrous soft and low.
"Say!" she retorted viciously, "you can't throw any scare into us.You hadn't got anything on us.See?"Cassidy, in response to this outburst, favored the girl with a long stare, and there was hearty amusement in his tones as he answered.
