In Secret | Page 6

"Granted that you get into Lauffer's shop without being arrested, what
then?"
"I shall have this cipher with me. There are not likely to be many books
in the shop of a gilder and maker of picture frames. I shall, by referring

to this letter, search what books I find there for a single coherent
sentence. When I discover such a sentence I shall know that I have the
right book."
The young man smoked reflectively and gazed into the burning coals.
"So you propose to break into his shop to-night and steal the book?"
"There seems to be nothing else to do, Mr. Vaux."
"Of course," he remarked sarcastically, "we could turn this matter over
to the proper authorities--"
"I WON'T! PLEASE don't!"
"Why not?"
"Because I have concluded that it IS part of our work. And I've begun
already. I went to see Lauffer. I took a photograph to be framed."
"What does he look like?"
"A mink--an otter--one of those sharp-muzzled little animals!--Two
tiny eyes, rather close together, a long nose that wrinkles when he talks,
as though he were sniffing at you; a ragged, black moustache, like the
furry muzzle-bristles of some wild thing--that is a sketch of Herman
Lauffer."
"A pretty man," commented Vaux, much amused.
"He's little and fat of abdomen, but he looks powerful."
"Prettier and prettier!"
They both laughed. A pleasant steam arose from the tall glass at his
elbow.
"Well," she said, "I have to change my gown--"

"Good Lord! Are we going now?" he remonstrated.
"Yes. I don't believe there will be a soul on the streets."
"But I don't wish to go at all," he explained. "I'm very happy here,
discussing things."
"I know it. But you wouldn't let me go all alone, would you, Mr.
Vaux?"
"I don't want you to go anywhere."
"But I'm GOING!"
"Here's where I perish," groaned Vaux, rising as the girl passed him
with her pretty, humorous smile, moving lithely, swiftly as some
graceful wild thing passing confidently through its own domain.
Vaux gazed meditatively upon the coals, glass in one hand, cigarette in
the other. Patriotism is a tough career.
"This is worse than inhuman," he thought. "If I go out on such an
errand to-night I sure am doing my bitter bit. ... Probably some
policeman will shoot me--unless I freeze to death. This is a vastly
unpleasant affair.... Vastly!"
He was still caressing the fire with his regard when Miss Erith came
back.
She wore a fur coat buttoned to the throat, a fur toque, fur gloves. As he
rose she naively displayed a jimmy and two flashlights.
"I see," he said, "very nice, very handy! But we don't need these to
convict us."
She laughed and handed him the instruments; and he pocketed them
and followed her downstairs.
Her car was waiting, engine running; she spoke to the Kadiak chauffeur,

got in, and Vaux followed.
"You know," he said, pulling the mink robe over her and himself,
"you're behaving very badly to your superior officer."
"I'm so excited, so interested! I hope I'm not lacking in deference to my
honoured Chief of Division. Am I, Mr. Vaux?"
"You certainly hustle me around some! This is a crazy thing we're
doing."
"Oh, I'm sorry!"
"You're an autocrat. You're a lady-Nero! Tell me, Miss Erith, were you
ever afraid of anything on earth?"
"Yes."
"What?"
"Lightning and caterpillars."
"Those are probably the only really dangerous things I never feared,"
he said. "You seem to be young and human and feminine. Are you?"
"Oh, very."
"Then why aren't you afraid of being shot for a burglar, and why do
you go so gaily about grand larceny?"
The girl's light laughter was friendly and fearless.
"Do you live alone?" he inquired after a moment's silence.
"Yes. My parents are not living."
"You are rather an unusual girl, Miss Erith."
"Why?"

"Well, girls of your sort are seldom as much in earnest about their war
work as you seem to be," he remarked with gentle irony.
"How about the nurses and drivers in France?"
"Oh, of course. I mean nice girls, like yourself, who do near-war work
here in New York--"
"You ARE brutal!" she exclaimed. "I am mad to go to France! It is a
sacrifice--a renunciation for me to remain in New York. I understand
nursing and I know how to drive a car; but I have stayed here because
my knowledge of ciphers seemed to fit me for this work."
"I was teasing you," he said gently.
"I know it. But there is SO much truth in what you say about near-war
work. I hate that sort of woman.... Why do you laugh?"
"Because you're just a child. But you are full of ability and possibility,
Miss Erith."
"I wish my ability might land me