The Tempting of Tavernake | Page 4

with her eyes fixed upon a
black jet ornament which hung from the other woman's neck. "What I
say is this, and you may just as well hear it from me now as later. I
don't believe this cock-and-bull story of Mr. Tavernake's. Them as took
my bracelet from that table meant keeping it, only they hadn't the
courage. And I'm not referring to you, Mr. Tavernake," the lady
continued vigorously, "because I don't believe you took it, for all your
talk about a joke. And whom you may be shielding it wouldn't take me
two guesses to name, and your motive must be clear to every one. The
common hussy!"
"You are exciting yourself unnecessarily, Mrs. Fitzgerald," Tavernake
remarked. "Let me assure you that it was I who took your bracelet from
that table."
Mrs. Fitzgerald regarded him scornfully.
"Do you expect me to believe a tale like that?" she demanded.
"Why not?" Tavernake replied. "It is the truth. I am sorry that you have
been so upset--"
"It is not the truth!"
More sensation! Another unexpected entrance! Once more interest in
the affair was revived. After all, the lookers-on felt that they were not
to be robbed of their tragedy. An old lady with yellow cheeks and jet
black eyes leaned forward with her hand to her ear, anxious not to miss
a syllable of what was coming. Tavernake bit his lip; it was the girl
from the roof who had entered the room.
"I have no doubt," she continued in a cool, clear tone, "that Mrs.
Fitzgerald's first guess would have been correct. I took the bracelet. I
did not take it for a joke, I did not take it because I admire it--I think it
is hideously ugly. I took it because I had no money."

She paused and looked around at them all, quietly, yet with something
in her face from which they all shrank. She stood where the light fell
full upon her shabby black gown and dejected-looking hat. The hollows
in her pale cheeks, and the faint rims under her eyes, were clearly
manifest; but notwithstanding her fragile appearance, she held herself
with composure and even dignity. Twenty--thirty seconds must have
passed whilst she stood there, slowly finishing the buttoning of her
gloves. No one attempted to break the silence. She dominated them
all--they felt that she had something more to say. Even Mrs. Fitzgerald
felt a weight upon her tongue.
"It was a clumsy attempt," she went on. "I should have had no idea
where to raise money upon the thing, but I apologize to you,
nevertheless, Mrs. Fitzgerald, for the anxiety which my removal of
your valuable property must have caused you," she added, turning to
the owner of the bracelet, whose cheeks were once more hot with anger
at the contempt in the girl's tone. "I suppose I ought to thank you, Mr.
Tavernake, also, for your well-meant effort to preserve my character. In
future, that shall be my sole charge. Has any one anything more to say
to me before I go?"
Somehow or other, no one had. Mrs. Fitzgerald was irritated and
fuming, but she contented herself with a snort. Her speech was ready
enough as a rule, but there was a look in this girl's eyes from which she
was glad enough to turn away. Mrs. Lawrence made a weak attempt at
a farewell.
"I am sure," she began, "we are all sorry for what's occurred and that
you must go--not that perhaps it isn't better, under the circumstances,"
she added hastily. "As regards--"
"There is nothing owing to you," the girl interrupted calmly. "You may
congratulate yourself upon that, for if there were you would not get it.
Nor have I stolen anything else."
"About your luggage?" Mrs. Lawrence asked.
"When I need it, I will send for it," the girl replied.

She turned her back upon them and before they realized it she was gone.
She had, indeed, something of the grand manner. She had come to
plead guilty to a theft and she had left them all feeling a little like
snubbed children. Mrs. Fitzgerald, as soon as the spell of the girl's
presence was removed, was one of the first to recover herself. She felt
herself beginning to grow hot with renewed indignation.
"A thief!" she exclaimed looking around the room. "Just an ordinary
self-convicted thief! That's what I call her, and nothing else. And here
we all stood like a lot of ninnies. Why, if I'd done my duty I'd have
locked the door and sent for a policeman."
"Too late now, anyway," Mrs. Lawrence declared. "She's gone for good,
and no mistake. Walked right out of the house. I heard her slam the
front door."
"And a good job, too," Mrs. Fitzgerald armed.