The Hollow of Her Hand | Page 2

thirty miles or
more, she had sat alone and inert beside the snow-clogged window,
peering through veil and frost into the night that whizzed past the pane,
seeing nothing yet apparently intent on all that stretched beyond. As
still, as immobile as death itself she had held herself from the moment
of departure to the instant that brought the porter with the word that
they were whistling for B---. Without a word she arose and followed
him to the vestibule, where she watched him as he unfastened the outer
door and lifted the trap. A single word escaped her lips and he held out
his hand to receive the crumpled bill she clutched in her gloved fingers.
He did not look at it. He knew that it would amply reward him for the
brief exposure he endured on the lonely, wind-swept platform of a
station, the name of which he did not know.
She took several uncertain steps in the direction of the station windows
and stopped, as if bewildered. Already the engine was pounding the air
with quick, vicious snorts in the effort to get under way; the vestibule
trap and door closed with a bang; the wheels were creaking. A bitter
wind smote her in the face; the wet, hurtling sleet crashed against the
thin veil, blinding her.
The door of the waiting-room across the platform opened and a man
rushed toward her.
"Mrs. Wrandall?" he called above the roar of the wind.
She advanced quickly.
"Yes."
"What a night!" he said, as much to himself as to her. "I'm sorry you
would insist on coming to-night. To-morrow morning would have
satisfied the--"

"Is this Mr. Drake?"
They were being blown through the door into the waiting-room as she
put the question. Her voice was muffled. The man in the great fur coat
put his weight against the door to close it.
"Yes, Mrs. Wrandall. I have done all that could be done under the
circumstances. I am sorry to tell you that we still have two miles to go
by motor before we reach the inn. My car is open,--I don't possess a
limousine,--but if you will lie down in the tonneau you will find some
protection from--"
She broke in sharply, impatiently. "Pray do not consider me, Mr. Drake.
I am not afraid of the blizzard."
"Then we'd better be off," said he, a note of anxiety in his voice,--a
certain touch of nervousness. "I drive my own car. The road is good,
but I shall drive cautiously. Ten minutes, perhaps. I--I am sorry you
thought best to brave this wretched--"
"I am not sorry for myself, Mr. Drake, but for you. You have been most
kind. I did not expect you to meet me."
"I took the liberty of telephoning to you. It was well that I did it early in
the evening. The wires are down now, I fear." He hesitated for a
moment, staring at her as if trying to penetrate the thick, wet veil. "I
may have brought you on a fool's errand. You see, I--I have seen Mr.
Wrandall but once, in town somewhere, and I may be wrong. Still, the
coroner,--and the sheriff,--seemed to think you should be notified,--I
might say questioned. That is why I called you up. I trust, madam, that
I am mistaken."
"Yes," she said shrilly, betraying the intensity of her emotion. It was as
if she lacked the power to utter more than a single word, which
signified neither acquiescence nor approval.
He was ill-at-ease, distressed. "I have engaged a room for you at the inn,
Mrs. Wrandall. You did not bring a maid, I see. My wife will come
over from our place to stay with you if you--"
She shook her head. "Thank you, Mr. Drake. It will not be necessary. I
came alone by choice. I shall return to New York to-night."
"But you--why, you can't do that," he cried, holding back as they
started toward the door. "No trains stop here after ten o'clock. The
locals begin running at seven in the morning. Besides--"
She interrupted him. "May we not start now, Mr. Drake? I am--well,

you must see that I am suffering. I must see, I must know. The
suspense--" She did not complete the sentence, but hurried past him to
the door, throwing it open and bending her body to the gust that burst
in upon them.
He sprang after her, grasping her arm to lead her across the icy
platform to the automobile that stood in the lee of the building.
Disdaining his command to enter the tonneau, she stood beside the car
and waited until he cranked it and took his place at the wheel. Then she
took her seat beside him and permitted him to tuck the great