I am not on trial, he said. I am not called upon to prove or disprove anything. I promised to perform a feat and I have done so. It was not nominated in the bond that I should defend my honor by asseverations.
Begging the question, laughed Hendricks, but Mr. Mortimer said: Not at all. Hanlon is right. If he has any secret means of guidance, it is up to us to discover it. But I hold that he cannot have, or it would have been discovered by some of the eager observers. We had thousands looking on to-day. There must have been some one clever enough to suspect the deceit, if deceit there were.
Thank you, Mr. Mortimer, Hanlon spoke quietly. I made no mystery of my performance; I had no confederate, no paraphernalia. All there was to see could be seen by all. You willed me; I followed your will. That is all.
The simple manner and pleasant demeanor of the young man greatly attracted Eunice, who smiled at him kindly.
I came here very sceptical, she admitted; and even now I cant feel entirely convinced
Well, I can! declared Aunt Abby. I am willing to own it, too. These people who really believe in your sincerity, Mr. Hanlon, and refuse to confess it, make me mad! I wish youd give an exhibition in New York.
Im sorry to disappoint you, madam, but this is my last performance.
Good gracious why? Aunt Abby looked curiously at him.
I have good reasons, Hanlon smiled. You may learn them later, if you care to.
I do. How can I learn them?
Read the Newark Free Press next Monday.
Oh! and Eunice had an inspirationa premonition of the truth. May I speak to you alone a minute, Mr. Hanlon?
She got out of the car and walked a few steps with the young man, who politely accompanied her.
They paused a short distance away, and held a brief but animated conversation. Eunice laughed gleefully, and it was plain to be seen her charming smiles played havoc with Hanlons reserved demeanor. Soon he was willingly agreeing to something she was proposing and finally they shook hands on it.
They returned to the car; he assisted Eunice in, and then he told Mr. Mortimer they had stayed as long as was permissible and were being eagerly called back to the committee in charge of the days programme.
Thats so, said Mortimer. I begged off for a few minutes. Good-by, all. He raised his hat and hurried away after Hanlon.
Well, said Hendricks as they started homeward, what did you persuade him to do, Eunice? Give a parlor exhibition for you?
The boy guessed nearly right the very first time! cried Eunice, gleefully; it was all a fake, and hes coming to our house Sunday afternoon to tell how he did it. Its all coming out in the paper on Monday.
My good land! and Aunt Abby sank back in her seat, utterly disgusted.
Chapter IV
The Emburys
And thats my last word on the subject.
Embury lighted one cigarette from the stub of another, and deposited the stub in the ash-tray at his elbow. It was Sunday afternoon, and the peculiar relaxedness of that day of rest and gladness had somewhat worn on the nerves of both Sanford and Eunice.
Aunt Abby was napping, and it was too early yet to look for their expected visitor, Hanlon.
Eunice had been once again endeavoring to persuade her husband to give her an allowancea stated sum, however small, that she might depend upon regularly. The Emburys fulfilled every requirement of the condition known as happily married save for this one item. They were congenial, affectionate, good-natured, and quite ready to make allowances for each others idiosyncrasies or whims.
With this one exception. Eunice found it intolerable to be cramped and pinched for small amounts of ready cash, when her husband was a rich man. Nor was Embury mean, or even economical of nature. He was more than willing that his wife should have all the extravagant luxuries she desired. He was entirely ready to pay any and all bills that she might contract. Never had he chided her for buying expensive or unnecessary fineryeven more, he had always admired her taste and shown pleasure at her purchases. He was proud of her beauty and willing it should be adorned. He was proud of her grace and charm and willing that the household appointments should provide an appropriate setting for her hospitality. They were both fond of entertaining and never was there a word of protest from him as to the amounts charged by florists and caterers.
And yet, by reason of some crank, crotchet or perverse notion, Embury was unwilling to give his wife what is known as pin money.
Buy your pins at the best jewelers, he would laugh, and send the bills to me; buy your hats and gowns from the Frenchiest shopsyou can get credit anywhere on my nameGood Lord! Tiger, what more can a woman want?
Nor would he agree to her oft-repeated explanations that there were a thousand and one occasions when some money was an absolute necessity. Or, if persuaded, he gave her a small amount and expected it to last indefinitely.
It is difficult to know just what was the reason for this attitude. Sanford Embury was not a miser. He was not penurious or stingy. He subscribed liberally to charities, many of them unknown to the public, or even to his wife, but some trick of nature, some twist in his brain, made this peculiarity of his persistent and ineradicable.
Now, Eunice Embury was possessed of a quick, sometimes ungovernable temper. It was because of this that her husband called her Tiger. And also, as he declared, because her beautiful, lithe grace was suggestive of the fearful symmetry of the forest tribe.
She had tried honestly to control her quick anger, but it would now and then assert itself in spite of her, and Embury delighted to liken her to Katherine, and declared that he must tame her as Petruchio tamed his shrew.
This annoyed Eunice far more than she let him know, for she was well aware that if he thought it teased her, he would more frequently try Petruchios methods.
So, when she flew into a rage, and he countered with a fiercer anger, she knew he was assuming it purposely, and she usually quieted down, as the better part of valor.
On this particular occasion Eunice had taken advantage of a quiet, pleasant tête-a-tête to bring up the subject.
Embury had heard her pleading, not unkindly, but with a bored air, and had finally remarked, as she paused in her arguments, I refuse, Eunice, to give you a stated allowance. If you havent sufficient confidence in your husbands generosity to trust him to give you all you want or need, and even more than that, then you are ungrateful for what I have given you. And thats my last word on the subject.
The rank injustice of this was like iron entering her soul. She knew his speech was illogical, unfair and even absurd, but she knew no words of hers could make him see it so.
And in utter exasperation at her own impotence, she flung her self-control to the winds, and let go of her temper.
Well, it isnt my last word on the subject! she cried. I have something further to say!
That is your womans privilege, and Embury smiled irritatingly at her.
Not only my privilege, but my duty! I owe it to my self-respect, to my social position, to my standing as your wifethe wife of a prominent man of affairsto have at my command a sum of ready money when I need it. You know perfectly well, I do not want it for anything wrongor for anything that I want to keep secret from you. You know I have never had a secret from you nor do I wish to have! I simply want to do as other women doeven the poorest, the meanest man, will give his wife an allowance, a little something that is absolutely her own. Why, most of the women of my set have a checking account at the bankthey all have a personal allowance!