e plastic！ Not Joe Ellison or Old Jimmie Carlisle； who had almost lived out their lives and whose natures were now settled into what they would be until the end。 By playing upon the finer elements in Maggie's character he had all but succeeded in rousing to dominance that best nature which existed within her。 He would privately tell Maggie the truth； and tell only her and leave the using of that knowledge to her alone。 The shock of that knowledge； the effect of its revelations upon her； together with the responsibility of what she should do with this information； might be just the final forces necessary to make Maggie break away from all that she had been and swing over to all that he believed she might be。
Yes； that was the thing to do！ And he would do it within the next twelve hours； for Dick had told him that Maggie was coming out again to Cedar Crest on the afternoon of the day which was now rousing from its sleep。 That is； he would do it if the police or the allies of his one…time friends did not locate him before Maggie came。 But of that he had no serious fear； he knew he had made a clean get…away from the Grantham； and that the shrewd Duchess had left no scent by which those bloodhounds of the Police Department could trail her。
Larry did not even try to sleep； he knew it would be of no avail。 Back in his own room he sat going over the situation； and his decision。 He tingled with the sense of the tremendous power which had been delivered into his hands。 Yes； tremendous！ But what were going to be Maggie's reactions the moment he told her？just what would be her course after she knew the truth？
CHAPTER XXX
Larry undressed； had a bath； shaved； dressed again； and started to work。 But that day the most Larry did was abstractedly going through the motions of work。 He was completely filled with the situation and its many questions； and with the suspense of waiting for Maggie to come and of how he was going to manage to see her privately。
The meeting； however； proved no difficulty； for Maggie； who arrived at four； had come primarily on Larry's account and she herself maneuvered the encounter。 While they were on the piazza； Dick having gone into the house for a fresh supply of cigarettes； and Miss Sherwood being in an animated discussion with Hunt； Maggie said：
〃Miss Sherwood； I've never had a real look down at the Sound from the edge of your bluff。 Do you mind if Mr。 Brandon shows me？〃
〃Not at all。 Tea won't be served for half an hour； so take your time。 Have Mr。 Brandon show you the view from just the other side of that old rose…bench； that's the best view。〃
They walked away chatting mechanically until they were in a garden seat behind the rose…bench。 The rose…bench was a rather sorry affair； for it had been set out in this exposed place by a former gardener who had forgotten that the direct winds from the Sound are malgracious to roses。 However； it screened the two； and was far enough removed so that ordinary tones would not carry to the house。
〃Did your grandmother get you word about the police？〃 Maggie asked with suppressed excitement as soon as they were seated。
〃Yes。 She came out here about midnight。〃
〃Then why； while you still had time； didn't you get farther away from New York than this？〃
〃If I'm to be caught； I'm to be caught； in the meantime； this is as safe a place as any other for me。 Besides； I wanted to have at least one more talk with youafter something new grandmother told me about you。〃
〃Something new about me？〃 echoed Maggie； startled by his grave tone。 〃What？〃
〃About your father；〃 he said； watching closely for the effect upon her of his revelations。
〃What about my father？ What's he been doing that I don't know about？〃
〃You do not know a single thing that your father has done。〃
〃What！〃
〃Because you do not know who your father is。〃
〃What！〃 she gasped。
〃Listen； Maggie。 What I'm going to tell you may seem unbelievable； but you've got to believe it； because it's the truth。 I can see that you have proofs if you want proofs。 But you can accept what I tell you as absolute facts。 You are by birth a very different person from what you believe yourself。 Your father is not Jimmie Carlisle。 And your mother… …〃
〃Larry！〃 She tensely gripped his arm。
〃Your mother was of a good family。 I imagine something like Miss Sherwood's kindthough not so rich and not having such social standing。 She died when you were born。 She never knew what your father's business actually was； he passed for a country gentleman。 He was about the smoothest and biggest crook of his time； and a straight crook if there is such a thing。〃
〃Larry！〃 she breathed。
〃He kept this gentleman…farmer side of his life and his marriage entirely hidden from his crook acquaintances； that is； from all except one whom he trusted as his most loyal friend。 Before you were old enough to remember； he was tripped up and sent away on a twenty…year sentence。〃
〃And he'she's still in prison？〃 whispered Maggie。
Larry did not heed the interruption。 〃He had developed the highest kind of ambition for you。 He wanted you to grow up a fine simple woman like your mothersomething like Miss Sherwood。 He did not want you ever to know the sort of life he had known； and he did not want you to be handicapped by the knowledge that you had a crook for a father。 He still had intact your mother's fortune； a small one； but an honest one。 So he put you and the money in the hands of his trusted friend； with the instructions that you were to be brought up as the girls of the nicest families are brought up； and believing yourself an orphan。〃
〃That friend of his； Larry？〃 she whispered tensely。
〃Jimmie Carlisle。〃
〃Ooh！〃
〃I don't know what Jimmie Carlisle's motives were for what he has done。 Perhaps to get your money； perhaps some grudge against your father； which he was afraid to show while your father was free； for your father was always his master。 But Old Jimmie has brought you up exactly contrary to the orders he received。 If revenge was Old Jimmie's motive； his cunning； cowardly brain could not have conceived a more diabolical revenge； one that would hurt your father more。 Till a few years ago； when word was sent to your father that Old Jimmie was dead； Jimmie regularly wrote your father about the success of his plan； about how splendidly you were developing and getting on with the best people。 And your fatherI knew him in prisonnow believes you have grown up into exactly the kind of young woman he planned。〃
〃Larry！〃 she choked in a numbed voice。 〃Larry！〃
〃Your father is now as happy as it is possible for him to be； for he has lived for years and still lives in the belief that his great dream； the only big thing left for him to do； has come to pass： that somewhere out in the world is his daughter； grown into a nice； simple； wholesome young woman； with a clean； wholesome life before her。 And though she is the one thing in all the world to him； he never intends to see her again for fear that his seeing her might somehow result in an accident that would destroy her happy ignorance。 Maggie； can you conceive the tremendous meaning to your father of what he believes he has created？ And can you conceive the tremendous difference between the dream he lives upon； and the reality？〃
She was white； staring； wilted。 For once all the defiance； self… confidence； bravado； melted out of her； and she was just an appalled and frightened young girl。
After a moment she managed to repeat the question Larry had ignored： 〃Is my real fatherstill in prison？〃
〃You'd like to see your real father？〃 he asked her。
〃I thinkI'd like to have a glimpse of him；〃 she breathed。
Larry； just before this； had noted Joe Ellison in his blue overalls and wide straw hat cleaning out a bank of young dahlias a distance up the bluff。 He now took Maggie's arm and guided her in that direction。
〃See that man there working among the dahlias？the man who once brought you a bunch of roses？ Joe Ellison is his name。 He's the man I've been talking aboutyour father。〃
He felt her quivering under his hand for a moment； and heard her breath come in swift； spasmodic pants。 He was wondering what was the effect upon her of this climax of his revelation； when she whispered：
〃Do you supposeI can speakto my father？〃
〃Of course。 He likes all young women。 And I told you that he and I were close friends。〃
〃Thencome on。〃 She arose； clinging to him； and drew him after her。 Halfway to Joe she breathed： 〃You please say something first。 Anything。〃
He recognized this as the appeal of one whose faculties were reeling。 There had never been any attempt here at Cedar Crest to conceal Joe Ellison's past； and in Larry's case there had been only such concealment as might help his evasion of his dangers。 And so Larry remarked as Joe Ellison took his wide hat off his white hair and stood bareheaded before them：
〃Joe； Miss Cameron knows who I really am； and about my having been in Sing Sing； and I've just told her about our having been friends there。 Also I told her about your having a daughter。 It interested her and she asked me if she couldn't talk to you； so I brought her over。〃
Larry stood aside and tensely watched this meeting between father and daughter