Ford cut him off impatiently."You never saw a rail as high as that except around a racetrack," he muttered."And the badge in his buttonhole and the angle of the stand all show--"He interrupted himself to address the widow."This is an owner's badge.What was the name of his stable?""I don't know," she answered.She regarded the young man with sudden uneasiness."They only owned one horse, but I believe that gave them the privilege of--""I see," exclaimed Ford."Your husband is a bookmaker.But in London he is a promoter of companies.""So my friend tells me," said Mrs.Ashton."She's just got back from London.Her husband told her that Harry, my husband, was always at the American bar in the Cecil or at the Salisbury or the Savoy." The girl shook her head."But a woman can't go looking for a man there," she protested."That's, why I thought you--""That'll be all right," Ford assured her hurriedly."It's a coincidence, but it happens that my own work takes me to these hotels, and if your husband is there I will find him." He returned the photographs.
"Hadn't you better keep one?" she asked.
"I won't forget him," said the reporter."Besides"--he turned his eyes toward the doctor and, as though thinking aloud, said--"he may have grown a beard."There was a pause.
The eyes of the woman grew troubled.Her lips pressed together as though in a sudden access of pain.
"And he may," Ford continued, "have changed his name."As though fearful, if she spoke, the tears would fall, the girl nodded her head stiffly.
Having learned what he wanted to know Ford applied to the wound a soothing ointment of promises and encouragement.
"He's as good as found," he protested."You will see him in a day, two days after you land."The girl's eyes opened happily.She clasped her hands together and raised them.
"You will try?" she begged."You will find him for me"--she corrected herself eagerly--"for me and the baby?"The loose sleeves of the kimono fell back to her shoulders showing the white arms; the eyes raised to Ford were glistening with tears.
"Of course I will find him," growled the reporter.
He freed himself from the appeal in the eyes of the young mother and left the cabin.The doctor followed.He was bubbling over with enthusiasm.
"That was fine!" he cried."You said just the right thing.There will be no collapse now."His satisfaction was swept away in a burst of disgust.
"The blackguard!" he protested."To desert a wife as young as that and as pretty as that.""So I have been thinking," said the reporter."I guess, he added gravely, "what is going to happen is that before I find her husband I will have got to know him pretty well."Apparently, young Mrs.Ashton believed everything would come to pass just as Ford promised it would and as he chose to order it;for the next day, with a color not born of fever in her cheeks and courage in her eyes, she joined Ford and the doctor at the luncheon-table.Her attention was concentrated on the younger man.
In him she saw the one person who could bring her husband to her.
"She acts," growled the doctor later in the smoking-room, "as though she was afraid you were going to back out of your promise and jump overboard.""Don't think," he protested violently, "it's you she's interested in.All she sees in you is what you can do for her.Can you see that?""Any one as clever at seeing things as I am," returned the reporter, "cannot help but see that."Later, as Ford was walking on the upper deck, Mrs.Ashton came toward him, beating her way against the wind.Without a trace of coquetry or self-consciousness, and with a sigh of content, she laid her hand on his arm.
"When I don't see you," she exclaimed as simply as a child, "I feel so frightened.When I see you I know all will come right.Do you mind if I walk with you?" she asked."And do you mind if every now and then I ask you to tell me again it will all come right?"For the three days following Mrs.Ashton and Ford were constantly together.Or, at least, Mrs.Ashton was constantly with Ford.She told him that when she sat in her cabin the old fears returned to her, and in these moments of panic she searched the ship for him.
The doctor protested that he was growing jealous.
"I'm not so greatly to be envied," suggested Ford."'Harry' at meals three times a day and on deck all the rest of the day becomes monotonous.On a closer acquaintance with Harry he seems to be a decent sort of a young man; at least he seems to have been at one time very much in love with her.""Well," sighed the doctor sentimentally, "she is certainly very much in love with Harry."Ford shook his head non-committingly."I don't know her story," he said."Don't want to know it."The ship was in the channel, on her way to Cherbourg, and running as smoothly as a clock.From the shore friendly lights told them they were nearing their journey's end; that the land was on every side.Seated on a steamer-chair next to his in the semi-darkness of the deck, Mrs.Ashton began to talk nervously and eagerly.
"Now that we are so near," she murmured, "I have got to tell you something.If you did not know I would feel I had not been fair.
You might think that when you were doing so much for me I should have been more honest."She drew a long breath."It's so hard," she said.
"Wait," commanded Ford."Is it going to help me to find him?""No."
"Then don't tell me."
His tone caused the girl to start.She leaned toward him and peered into his face.His eyes, as he looked back to her, were kind and comprehending.
"You mean," said the amateur detective, "that your husband has deserted you.That if it were not for the baby you would not try to find him.Is that it?"Mrs.Ashton breathed quickly and turned her face away.
"Yes," she whispered."That is it."
There was a long pause.When she faced him again the fact that there was no longer a secret between them seemed to give her courage.
