This sign of itself was interesting enough. Evidently here was the place where her stepfather and Captain Gould and Mr. Hamilton had done business years before. But more interesting still was the group of men standing on the platform under the sign. There were four of these men, dressed in clothes and hats which--especially the hats--looked queer and old-fashioned now. Two of the men Mary-
'Gusta recognized, or thought she did. They were Captain Shadrach and Mr. Hamilton. Much younger they looked, of course; their hair was not gray and Zoeth wore a beard, while Shadrach had only a mustache. But, in spite of these things and the odd clothes they wore, she was sure she recognized them. And, having recognized them, she also recognized the man in the center of the group as her stepfather, Captain Marcellus Hall. The fourth man, evidently younger than the others, a handsome, square-shouldered chap in his shirtsleeves, she did not know.
She turned the photograph over. On its back was written:
Firm of Hall and Company. Taken August 19th, 1877.
Marcellus Hall Zoeth J. Hamilton Edgar S. Farmer Shadrach B. Gould.
The names were in differing handwritings. Evidently each man had signed the photograph.
Mary-'Gusta scrutinized the photograph again. Then, with it in her hand, she descended to the kitchen. Isaiah was sitting in a chair by the stove reading a newspaper.
"Mr. Chase," said Mary-'Gusta, "who was Edgar S. Farmer?"
If that kitchen chair had been the never-to-be-forgotten piece of furniture with the music box beneath it and that box had started to play, Isaiah could not have risen more promptly. He literally jumped to his feet and the paper flew from his hands. He whirled upon the questioner.
"What?" he demanded. "What's that you said?"
He was pale, actually pale. Mary-'Gusta was frightened.
"Why--why, I just asked--" she faltered, "I just asked who--who--
What CAN be the matter, Mr. Chase?"
Isaiah waved his hand. "WHAT did you ask?" he demanded.
"I asked--I asked who Edgar S. Farmer was, that's all. I didn't mean--I didn't know--"
"Be still! Be still, for mercy sakes! What do you know about Ed Farmer? Who told you about him?"
The girl was more frightened than ever. Isaiah's next move did not tend to reassure her. He strode to the door, looked up the lane, and closed and locked the door before she could find words to answer.
"Now, then," he said, coming close to her and looking her straight in the face, "who told you about Ed Farmer?"
"Nobody told me. Honest, they didn't."
"Somebody must have told you; else how did you know?"
Mary-'Gusta hesitatingly held up the photograph. "It's written on this," she said.
Mr. Chase snatched it from her hand. He looked at the picture and then at her.
"It's written on the back," went on the girl.
Isaiah turned the photograph over.
"Humph!" he said suspiciously. "I see. Who gave this to you?"
"Nobody gave it to me. I found it in an old trunk up in the attic."
"Humph! You did, eh? Well, I swan to man! Have you showed it to anybody else but me?"
"No, sir. Honest, I haven't. I just found it this minute."
"Well, I swan, that's lucky. 'Twas in a trunk, eh? Whose trunk?"
"One of Uncle Shad's, I guess."
"Humph! I presume likely. Well, what made you ask about--about the one you did ask about?"
"I knew who the others were. I knew my father and Uncle Zoeth and Uncle Shad. But I didn't know who the Farmer one was. It says 'Firm of Hall and Company,' and all those names are signed. So I thought maybe Mr. Farmer was--"
Never you mind who he was. He was a darned blackguard and his name ain't mentioned in this house. That's all I can tell you and you mustn't ask any more questions. Why, if your Uncle Zoeth--yes, or your Uncle Shad either--was to hear you askin' about him--they'd--I don't know what they'd do. I'm goin' to tear this thing up."
He would have torn the photograph across, but the girl seized his hands.
"Oh, no, you mustn't," she cried. "Please don't. It isn't mine.
It belongs to Uncle Shad. You mustn't tear it--give it to me."
Isaiah hesitated. "Give it to you?" he repeated. "What'll you do with it?"
"I'll put it right back where I found it. Truly, I will. I will, honest, Mr. Chase."
Isaiah reflected. Then, and with considerable reluctance, he handed her the photograph.
"All right," he said, "only be sure you do it. And look here, Mary-
'Gusta, don't you ever touch it again and don't you ever tell either of your uncles or anybody else that you found it. You hear?"
Mary-'Gusta said that she heard. She ran to the garret and replaced the photograph in the pocket of the trunk. She did not mention it again nor did Isaiah, but thereafter when her active imagination constructed a life romance with Mr. Zoeth Hamilton as its hero, that romance contained a villain also, and the villain's name was Edgar S. Farmer. And the firm of Hall and Company, her father's firm, had a fourth and most mysterious partner who was a blackguard.
