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"Why--ah--considering that that cap of Mr. Howard's is one which, so you and he say, he is in the habit of wearing, and that many people have often seen him wear, I was wondering--Dear me, yes, that might explain."
"Explain what?"
"Why, it occurred to me that as that cap was hanging in the--ah--entry--the little hall off Captain Hallett's dining room--when the people came in, and as the medium person--Miss--ah--bless me, what IS her name?--as she came in with the rest, it occurred to me that she might have seen the cap and--"
Miss Phipps clapped her hands. "She saw it and knew whose it was," she cried, excitedly. "Of course she did! THAT'S how she guessed the small, dark man was in the house. THAT'S how 'Little Toddy Blossom,' or whatever her name is, got so smart all at once. Well, well! Of course, of course!"
"It--ah--occurred to me that that might possibly explain," observed Galusha, placidly.
"It does. But, Nelson, what set Marietta and her spirits after you in particular? Has she got any grudge against you?"
"Not that I know of, Martha. She knows I don't take any stock in her kind of spirit messages. I don't think she likes me very well on that account."
"Well, perhaps, that is reason enough. Or perhaps she just happened the first time to mention the small dark man hit or miss and Cap'n Jethro pinned the tag to you; after that she did her best to keep it there.
Well, thanks to Mr. Bangs, the cap'n isn't as sure as he was, that's some comfort."
Martha accompanied Nelson to the door. After he had gone and she returned to the sitting room she found her lodger standing, lamp in hand, at the foot of the stairs.
"Goin' to turn in, Mr. Bangs?" she asked. "Goin' to bed, I mean? Father always used to call it turnin' in; it's a salt.w.a.ter way of sayin' it, just as so many of his expressions were. I guess you must be pretty tired. I know I am. Take it by and large--that is another of father's expressions--we've had an excitin' evenin'."
Galusha admitted the fact. His landlady regarded him with an odd expression.
"Do you know," she said, suddenly, "you are the most surprisin' person I ever met, Mr. Bangs?... There! I didn't mean to say that," she added.
"I was thinkin' it and it sort of spoke itself, as you might say. I beg your pardon."
"Oh, that's quite all right, quite, Miss Phipps," Galusha a.s.sured her.
"I have no doubt you are perfectly correct. No doubt I am surprising; at least most people seem to find a peculiar quality in most of my--ah--actions." He smiled his gentle smile, and added, "I presume it must be a part of my profession. In books, you know--in novels--the few I have read--the archaeologist or the scientific man or the college professor is always peculiar."
She shook her head. "That isn't just what I meant," she said. "So far as that goes I've generally noticed that folks with little brains are fond of criticizin' those with bigger ones. Part of such criticisms is 'don't understand' and the rest is plain jealousy. But what I meant by callin'
you surprisin' was--was--Well," with a half laugh, "I might just as well say it plain. Ever since you've been here, Mr. Bangs, the feelin' has been growin' on me that you were probably the wisest man in the world about some things and the most simple and impractical about others. Over there in Egypt you know everything, I do believe. And yet right down here on Cape Cod you need somebody to keep Ras Beebe and Raish Pulcifer from cheatin' you out of your last cent. That's what I thought.
'Mr. Bangs is wonderful,' I said to myself, 'but I'm afraid he isn't practical.' And yet to-night, over there, you were the only practical one amongst us."
Galusha protested. "Oh, no, Miss Phipps," he said. "Dear me, no. My claiming to be the small, dark man was, as I said, merely a silly notion which came to me. I acted on the spur of the moment. It was nothing."
"It was about everything," stoutly. "It was your notion, as you call it, that saved Cap'n Jethro from findin' Nelson Howard in that front hall; and savin' him from that saved us from havin' a crazy man on our hands, I truly believe. And you did it so right on the instant, so matter of fact and common sense. Really, Mr. Bangs, I--I don't know what to say to you."
Galusha smiled. "You said it before," he observed, "when you said you were surprised. I am surprised myself. Dear me, yes."
"Don't! That was a foolish thing for me to say and you mustn't take it the wrong way. And your bringing Nelson's hat over here instead of leavin' it in that entry for more of Marietta's crowd to notice and, ten to one, recognize! We all knew it was hangin' there. I saw Nelson hang it there, myself, when he came in. But did _I_ think to take it out of sight? Did _I_--Why, what is it? What's the matter?"
Her lodger was protesting violently. "Don't, don't, don't, Miss Phipps,"
he begged. "Please don't! You see, that hat--that cap of Mr. Howard's--"
"Yes, you brought it over here."
"Yes, I--I brought it over. I brought it--but--"
"But what?"
"But I didn't know that I did. I must have been thinking of something else when I went after my things and it is a mercy that I took my own coat. It was only by accident that I took the--ah--young man's cap. I was under the impression that it was my own. I presume my own cap is hanging in the Hallett entry at this moment.... Ah--good-night, Miss Phipps. Good night. I have had a very pleasant evening, very pleasant indeed."
CHAPTER VIII
Martha Phipps and her lodger, to say nothing of Lulie Hallett, were fearful of the effect which the eventful seance might have upon the light keeper. It was with considerable foreboding that Martha called Lulie up on the telephone the next morning. But the news she received in answer to her call was rea.s.suring. Captain Jethro, so Lulie said, was apparently quite himself again, a little tired and a trifle irritable, but otherwise all right.
"The only unusual thing about him," said his daughter, "is that he has not once mentioned the seance or anything that happened there. If it wasn't too ridiculous to be possible I should almost think he had forgotten it."
"Then for the land sakes don't remind him," urged Martha, eagerly.
"So long as HE is willin' not to remember you ought to be. Yes, and thankful," she added.
"I guess likely he hasn't forgotten," she said afterwards, in conversation with her lodger. "I imagine he is a good deal upset in his mind; your bouncin' in and claimin' to be the 'evil influence' put him 'way off his course and he hasn't got his bearin's yet. He's probably tryin' to think his way through the fog and he won't talk till he sees a light, or thinks he sees one. I wish to goodness the light would be so strong that he'd see through Marietta Hoag and all her foolishness, but I'm afraid that's too much to expect."
Her surmise was correct, for a few days later the captain met Galusha on the road leading to the village and, taking the little man by the arm, became confidential.
"Mr. Bangs," he said, "I cal'late you must think it's kind of queer my not sayin' a word to you about what happened t'other night over to the house."
Galusha, who had been thinking of something else and was mentally thousands of miles away--on the banks of the Nile, in fact--regarded him rather vacantly.
"Eh? Oh--um--yes, of course," he stammered. "I beg your pardon."
"No reason why you should beg my pardon. I don't blame you for thinkin'
so. It's natural."
"Yes--yes, of course, of course. But I don't know that I quite comprehend. Of what were you speaking, Captain Hallett?"
The captain explained. "Of course you think it's queer that I haven't said a word about what Julia told us," he went on. "Eh? Don't you?"
"What--ah--what Miss Hoag said, you mean?"
"Plague take Marietta!" impatiently. "She wan't nothin' but the go-between. 'Twas my wife that said it. You understand 'twas Julia, my wife, talkin', don't you?"
"Why--ah--why--I suppose--"
"Suppose? Don't you KNOW 'twas?"
"Why--ah--no doubt, no doubt."
"Course there ain't any doubt. Well then, Julia said there was a dark man heavin' a sort of evil influence over Lulie."
"She said a SMALL dark man, a stranger. And she said he was present among us. So far as I can see I was the only small dark stranger."
"But you ain't an evil influence, are you?"
"Well, I--ah--hope not. Dear me, no!"