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Steele + + + + +CONTENTS + + +I PUTTING OUT +II THE NINETEENTH HOLE +III "Why?" +IV VIOLA'S DECISION +V HARRY'S MISSION +VI By A QUIET STREAM +VII THE INQUEST +VIII ON SUSPICION +IX 58 C. H - 161* +X A WATER HAZARD +XI POISONOUS PLANTS +XII BLOSSOM'S SUSPICIONS +XIII CAPTAIN POLAND CONFESSES +XIV THE PRIVATE SAFE +XV POOR FISHING +XVI SOME LETTERS +XVII OVER THE TELEPHONE +XVIII A LARGE BLONDE LADY +XIX "UNKNOWN" +XX A MEETING +XXI THE LIBRARY POSTA +XXII THE LARGE BLONDE AGAIN +XXIII MOROCCO KATE, ALLY +XXIV STILL WATERS + + + + + +CHAPTER I + +PUTTING OUT + + +There was nothing in that clear, calm day, with its blue sky and its +flooding sunshine, to suggest in the slightest degree the awful tragedy +so close at hand - that tragedy which so puzzled the authorities and +which came so close to wrecking the happiness of several innocent +people. + +The waters of the inlet sparkled like silver, and over those waters +poised the osprey, his rapidly moving wings and fan-spread tail +suspending him almost stationary in one spot, while, with eager and +far-seeing eyes, he peered into the depths below. The bird was a dark +blotch against the perfect blue sky for several seconds, and then, +suddenly folding his pinions and closing his tail, he darted downward +like a bomb dropped from an aeroplane. + +There was a splash in the water, a shower of sparkling drops as the +osprey arose, a fish vainly struggling in its talons, and from a dusty +gray roadster, which had halted along the highway while the occupant +watched the hawk, there came an exclamation of satisfaction. + +"Did you see that, Harry?" called the occupant of the gray car to a +slightly built, bronzed companion in a machine of vivid yellow, +christened by some who had ridden in it the "Spanish Omelet." "Did +you see that kill? As clean as a hound's tooth, and not a lost motion of +a feather. Some sport-that fish-hawk! Gad!" + +"Yes, it was a neat bit of work, Gerry. But rather out of keeping with the + day." + +"Out of keeping? What do you mean?" + +"Well, out of tune, if you like that better. It's altogether too +perfect a day for a killing of any sort, seems to me." + +"Oh, you're getting sentimental all at once, aren't you, Harry?" +asked Captain Gerry Poland, with just the trace of a covert sneer in +his voice. "I suppose you wouldn't have even a fish-hawk get a much +needed meal on a bright, sunshiny day, when, if ever, he must have +a whale of an appetite. You'd have him wait until it was dark and +gloomy and rainy, with a north-east wind blowing, and all that sort +of thing. Now for me, a kill is a kill, no matter what the weather." + +"The better the day the worse the deed, I suppose," and Harry Bartlett +smiled as he leaned forward preparatory to throwing the switch of his +machine's self-starter, for both automobiles had come to a stop to +watch the osprey. + +"Oh, well, I don't know that the day has anything to do with it," said +the captain - a courtesy title, bestowed because he was president of +the Maraposa Yacht Club. "I was just interested in the clean way the +beggar dived after that fish. Flounder, wasn't it?" + +"Yes, though usually the birds are glad enough to get a moss-bunker. +Well, the fish will soon be a dead one, I suppose." + +"Yes, food for the little ospreys, I imagine. Well, it's a good death +to die - serving some useful purpose, even if it's only to be eaten. +Gad! I didn't expect to get on such a gruesome subject when we started +out. By the way, speaking of killings, I expect to make a neat one +to-day on this cup-winners' match." + +"How? I didn't know there was much betting." + +"Oh, but there is; and I've picked up some tidy odds against our friend +Carwell. I'm taking his end, and I think he's going to win." + +"Better be careful, Gerry. Golf is an uncertain game, especially when +there's a match on among the old boys like Horace Carwell and the crowd +of past-performers and cup-winners he trails along with. He's just as +likely to pull or slice as the veriest novice, and once he starts to +slide he's a goner. No reserve comeback, you know." + +"Oh, I've not so sure about that. He'll be all right if he'll let the +champagne alone before he starts to play. I'm banking on him. At the +same time I haven't bet all my money. I've a ten spot left that says +I can beat you to the clubhouse, even if one of my cylinders has been +missing the last two miles. How about it?" + +"You're on !" said Harry Bartlett shortly. + +There was a throb from each machine as the electric motors started the +engines, and then they shot down the wide road in clouds of dust - the +sinister gray car and the more showy yellow - while above them, driving +its talons deeper into the sides of the fish it had caught, the osprey +circled off toward its nest of rough sticks in a dead pine tree on the +edge of the forest. + +And on the white of the flounder appeared bright red spots of blood, +some of which dripped to the ground as the cruel talons closed until +they met inside. + +It was only a little tragedy, such as went on every day in the inlet +and adjacent ocean, and yet, somehow, Harry Bartlett, as he drove on +with ever-increasing speed in an endeavor to gain a length on his +opponent, could not help thinking of it in contrast to the perfect blue +of the sky, in which there was not a cloud. Was it prophetic? + +Ruddy-faced men, bronze-faced men, pale-faced men; young women, girls, +matrons and "flappers"; caddies burdened with bags of golf clubs and +pockets bulging with cunningly found balls; skillful waiters hurrying +here and there with trays on which glasses of various shapes, sizes, +and of diversified contents tinkled musically-such was the scene at +the Maraposa Club on this June morning when Captain Gerry Poland and +Harry Bartlett were racing their cars toward it. + +It was the chief day of the year for the Maraposa Golf Club, for on it +were to be played several matches, not the least in importance being +that of the cup-winners, open only to such members as had won prizes +in hotly contested contests on the home links. + +In spite of the fact that on this day there were to be played several +matches, in which visiting and local champions were to try their skill +against one another, to the delight of a large gallery, interest +centered in the cup-winners' battle. For it was rumored, and not +without semblance of truth, that large sums of money would change +hands on the result. + +Not that it was gambling-oh, my no! In fact any laying of wagers was +strictly prohibited by the club's constitution. But there are ways +and means of getting cattle through a fence without taking down the +bars, and there was talk that Horace Carwell had made a pretty stiff +bet with Major Turpin Wardell as to the outcome of the match, the +major and Mr. Carwell being rivals of long standing in the matter of +drives and putts. + +"Beastly fine day, eh, what?" exclaimed Bruce Garrigan, as he set down +on a tray a waiter held out to him a glass he had just emptied with +every indication of delight in its contents. "If it had been made to +order couldn't be improved on," and he flicked from the lapel of Tom +Sharwell's coat some ashes which had blown there from the cigarette +which Garrigan had lighted. + +"You're right for once, Bruce, old man," was the laughing response. +"Never mind the ashes now, you'll make a spot if you rub any harder." + +"Right for once? 'm always right!" cried Garrigan "And it may interest +you to know that the total precipitation, including rain and melted +snow in Yuma, Arizona, for the calendar year 1917, was three and one +tenth inches, being the smallest in the United States." + +"It doesn't interest me a bit, Bruce !" laughed Sharwell. "And to +prevent you getting any more of those statistics out of your system, +come on over and we'll do a little precipitating on our own account. +I can stand another Bronx cocktail." + +"I'm with you! But, speaking of statistics, did you know that from +the national forests of the United States in the last year there was +cut 840,612,030 board feet of lumber? What the thirty feet were for +I don't know, but - " + +"And I don't care to know," interrupted Tom. "If you spring any more +of those beastly dry figures - Say, there comes something that does +interest me, though!" he broke in with. "Look at those cars take +that turn !" + +"Some speed," murmured Garrigan. "It's Bartlett and Poland," he went +on, as a shift of wind blew the dust to one side and revealed the gray +roadster and the Spanish Omelet. "The rivals are at it again." + +Bruce Garrigan, who had a name among the golf club members as a human +encyclopaedia, and who, at times, would inform his companions on almost +any subject that chanced to come uppermost, tossed away his cigarette +and, with Tom Sharwell, watched the oncoming automobile racers. + +"They're rivals in more ways than one," remarked Sharwell. "And it +looks, now, as though the captain rather had the edge on Harry, in +spite of the fast color of Harry's car." + +"That's right," admitted Garrigan. "Is it true what I've heard about +both of them-that each hopes to place the diamond hoop of proprietorship +on the fair Viola?" + +"I guess if you've heard that they're both trying for her, it's true +enough," answered Sharwell. "And it also happens, if that old lady, +Mrs. G. 0. 5. Sipp, is to be believed, that there, also, the captain +has the advantage." + +"How's that? I thought Harry had made a tidy sum on that ship-building +project he put through." + +"He did, but it seems that he and his family have a penchant for doing +that sort of thing, and, some years ago, in one of the big mergers in +which his family took a prominent part, they, or some one connected +with them, pinched the Honorable Horace Carwell so that he squealed for +mercy like a lamb led to the Wall street slaughter house." + +"So that's the game, is it?" + +"Yes. And ever since then, though Viola Carwell has been just as nice +to Harry as she has to Gerry - as far as any one can tell-there has +been talk that Harry is persona non grata as far as her father goes. +He never forgives any business beat, I understand." + +"Was it anything serious?" asked Garrigan, as they watched the racing +automobiles swing around the turn of the road that led to the clubhouse. + +"I don't know the particulars. It was before my time - I mean before +I paid much attention to business." + +"Rot! You don't now. You only think you do. But I'm interested. I +expect to have some business dealing with Carwell myself, and if I +could get a line - " + +"Sorry, but I can't help you out, old man. Better see Harry. He knows +the whole story, and he insists that it was all straight on his +relatives' part. But it's like shaking a mince pie at a Thanksgiving +turkey to mention the matter to Carwell. He hasn't gone so far as to +forbid Harry the house, but there's a bit of coldness just the same." + +"I see. And that's why the captain has the inside edge on the love +game. Well, Miss Carwell has a mind of her own, I fancy." + +"Indeed she has! She's more like her mother used to be. I remember +Mrs. Carwell when I was a boy. She was a dear, somewhat conventional +lady. How she ever came to take up with the sporty Horace, or he with +her, was a seven-days' wonder. But they lived happily, I believe." + +"Then Mrs. Carwell is dead?" + +"Oh, yes-some years. Mr. Carwell's sister, Miss Mary, keeps The Haven +up to date for him. You've been there?" + +"Once, at a reception. I'm not on the regular calling list, though Miss +Viola is pretty enough to - " + +"Look out !" suddenly cried Sharwell, as though appealing to the two +automobilists, far off as they were. For the yellow car made a sudden +swerve and seemed about to turn turtle. + +But Bartlett skillfully brought the Spanish Omelet back on the road +again, and swung up alongside his rival for the home stretch-the broad +highway that ran in front of the clubhouse. + +The players who were soon to start out on the links; the guests, the +gallery, and the servants gathered to see the finish of the impromptu +race, murmurs arising as it was seen how close it was likely to be. +And close it was, for when the two machines, with doleful whinings of +brakes, came to a stop in front of the house, the front wheels were in +such perfect alignment that there was scarcely an inch of difference. + +"A dead heat !" exclaimed Bartlett, as he leaped out and motioned for +one of the servants to take the car around to the garage. + +"Yes, you win !" agreed Captain Poland, as he pushed his goggles back +on his cap. He held out a bill. + +"What's it for?" asked Bartlett, drawing back. + +"Why, I put up a ten spot that I'd beat you. I didn't, and you win." + +"Buy drinks with your money!" laughed Bartlett. "The race was to be for +a finish, not a dead heat. We'll try it again, sometime." + +"All right-any time you like!" said the captain crisply, as he sat down +at a table after greeting some friends. "But you won't refuse to split +a quart with me?" + +"No. My throat is as dusty as a vacuum cleaner. Have any of the +matches started yet, Bruce?" he asked, turning to the Human Encyclopedia. + +"Only some of the novices. And, speaking of novices, do you know that +in Scotland there are fourteen thousand, seven hundred - " + +"Cut it, Bruce! Cut it !" begged the captain. "Sit in - you and +Tom - and we'll make it two bottles. Anything to choke off your flow +of useless statistics!" and he laughed good-naturedly. + +"When does the cup-winners' match start?" asked Bartlett, as the four +young men sat about the table under the veranda. "That's the one I'm +interested in." + +"In about an hour," announced Sharwell, as he consulted a card. "Hardly +any of the veterans are here yet." + +"Has Mr. Carwell arrived?" asked Captain Poland, as he raised his glass +and seemed to be studying the bubbles that spiraled upward from the +hollow stem. + + "You'll know when he gets here," answered Bruce Garrigan. + +"How so?" asked the captain. "Does he have an official announcer?" + +"No, but you'll hear his car before you see it." + +"New horn?" + +"No, new car-new color-new everything!" said Garrigan. "He's just +bought a new ten thousand dollar French car, and it's painted red, +white and blue, and-" + +"Red, white and blue?" chorused the other three men. + +"Yes. Very patriotic. His friends don't know whether he's honoring +Uncle Sam or the French Republic. However, it's all the same. His +car is a wonder." + +"I must have a brush with him !" murmured Captain Poland. + +"Don't. You'll lose out," advised Garrigan. "It can do eighty on +fourth speed, and Carwell is sporty enough to slip it into that gear +if he needed to." + +"Um! Guess I'll wait until I get my new machine, then," decided the +captain. + +There was more talk, but Bartlett gradually dropped out of the +conversation and went to walk about the club grounds. + +Maraposa was a social, as well as a golfing, club, and the scene of +many dances and other affairs. It lay a few miles back from the shore +near Lakeside, in New Jersey. The clubhouse was large and elaborate, +and the grounds around it were spacious and well laid out. + +Not far away was Loch Harbor, where the yachts of the club of which +Captain Gerry Poland was president anchored, and a mile or so in the +opposite direction was Lake Tacoma, on the shore of which was Lakeside. +A rather exclusive colony summered there, the hotel numbering many +wealthy persons among its patrons. + +Harry Bartlett, rather wishing he had gone in for golf more devotedly, +was wandering about, casually greeting friends and acquaintances, when +he heard his name called from the cool and shady depths of a +summer-house on the edge of the golf links. + +"Oh, Minnie! How are you ?" he cordially greeted a rather tall and +dark girl who extended her slim hand to him. "I didn't expect to see +you today." + +"Oh, I take in all the big matches, though I don't play much myself," +answered Minnie Webb. "I'm surprised to find you without a caddy, +though, Harry." + +"Too lazy, I'm afraid. I'm going to join the gallery to-day. Meanwhile, +if you don't mind, I'll sit in here and help you keep cool." + +"It isn't very hard to do that to-day," and she moved over to make room +for him. "Isn't it just perfect weather!" + +At one time Minnie Webb and Harry Bartlett had been very close +friends - engaged some rumors had it. But now they were jolly good +companions, that was all. + +"Seen the Carwells' new machine?" asked Bartlett. + +"No, but I've heard about it. I presume they'll drive up in it to-day." + +"Does Viola run it?" + +"I haven't heard. It's a powerful machine, some one said-more of a racer +than a touring car, Mr. Blossom was remarking." + +"Well, he ought to know. I understand he's soon to be taken into +partnership with Mr. Carwell." + +"I don't know," murmured Minnie, and she seemed suddenly very much +interested in the vein structure of a leaf she pulled from a vine that +covered the summer-house. + +Bartlett smiled. Gossip had it that Minnie Webb and Le Grand Blossom, +Mr. Carwell's private secretary, were engaged. But there had been no +formal announcement, though the two had been seen together more +frequently of late than mere friendship would warrant. + +There was a stir in front of the clubhouse, followed by a murmur of +voices, and Minnie, peering through a space in the vines, announced: + + "There's the big car now. Oh, I don't like that color at all! +I'm as patriotic as any one, but to daub a perfectly good car up like +that - well, it's - " + +"Sporty, I suppose Carwell thinks," finished Bartlett. He had risen as +though to leave the summerhouse, but as he saw Captain Poland step up +and offer his hand to Viola Carwell, he drew back and again sat down +beside Minnie. + +A group gathered about the big French car, obviously to the delight of +Mr. Carwell, who was proud of the furor created by his latest purchase. + +Though he kept up his talk with Minnie in the summer-house, Harry +Bartlett's attention was very plainly not on his present companion nor +the conversation. At any other time Minnie Webb would have noticed it +and taxed him with it, but now, she, too, had her attention centered +elsewhere. She watched eagerly the group about the big machine, and +her eyes followed the figure of a man who descended from the rear seat +and made his way out along a path that led to a quiet spot. + +"I think I'll go in now," murmured Minnie Webb. "I have to see - " +Bartlett was not listening. In fact he was glad of the diversion, for +he saw Viola Carwell turn with what he thought was impatience aside +from Captain Poland, and that was the very chance the other young man +had been waiting for. + +He followed Minnie Webb from the little pavilion, paying no attention +to where she drifted. But he made his way through the press of persons +to where Viola stood, and he saw her eyes light up as he approached. +His, too, seemed brighter. + +"I was wondering if you would come to see dad win," she murmured to him, +as he took her hand, and Captain Poland, with a little bow, stepped back. + +"You knew I'd come, didn't you?" Bartlett asked in a low voice. + +"I hoped so," she murmured. "Now, Harry," she went on in a low voice, +as they moved aside, "this will be a good time for you to smooth things +over with father. If he wins, as he feels sure he will, you must +congratulate him very heartily - exceptionally so. Make a fuss over +him, so to speak. He'll be club champion, and it will seem natural for +you to bubble over about it." + +"But why should I, Viola? I haven't done anything to merit his +displeasure." + +"I know. But you remember what a touch-fire he is. He's always held +that business matter against you, though I'm sure you had nothing to +do with it. Now, if he wins, and I hope he will, you can take advantage +of it to get on better terms with him, and - " + +"Well, I'm willing to be friends, you know that, Viola. But I can't +pretend - I never could!" + +"You're stubborn, Harry !" and Viola pouted. + +"Well, perhaps I am. When I know I'm right - " + +"Couldn't you forget it just once?" + +"I don't see how!" + +"Oh, you provoke me! But if you won't you won't, I suppose. Only it +would be such a good chance - " + +"Well, I'll see him after the match, Viola. I'll do my best to be +decent." + +"You must go a little farther than that, Harry. Dad will be all worked +up if he wins, and he'll want a fuss made over him. It will be the very +chance for you." + +"All right-I'll do my best," murmured Bartlett. And then a servant came +up to summon him to the telephone. + +Viola was not left long alone, for Captain Poland was watching her from +the tail of his eye, and he was at her side before Harry Bartlett was +out of sight. + +"Perhaps you'd like to come for a little spin with me, Miss Carwell," +said the captain. "I just heard that they've postponed the cup-winners' +match an hour; and unless you want to sit around here - " + +"Come on !" cried Viola, impulsively. "It's too perfect a day to sit +around, and I'm only interested in my father's match." + +There was another reason why Viola Carwell was glad of the chance to go +riding with Captain Poland just then. She really was a little provoked +with Bartlett's stubbornness, or what she called that, and she thought +it might "wake him up," as she termed it, to see her with the only man +who might be classed as his rival. + +As for herself, Viola was not sure whether or not she would admit +Captain Poland to that class. There was time enough yet. + +And so, as Bartlett went in to the telephone, to answer a call that had +come most inopportunely for him, Viola Carwell and Captain Poland swept +off along the pleasantly shaded country road. + +Left to herself, for which just then she was thankful, Minnie Webb +drifted around until she met LeGrand Blossom. + +"What's the matter, Lee?" she asked him in a low voice, and he smiled +with his eyes at her, though his face showed no great amount of jollity. +"You're as solemn as though every railroad stock listed had dropped ten +points just after you bought it." + +"No,it isn't quite as bad as that," he said, as he fell into step beside +her, and they strolled off onone of the less-frequented walks. + +"I thought everything was going so well with you. Has there been any +hitch in the partnership arrangement?" asked Minnie. + +"No, not exactly." + +"Have you lost money?" + +"No, I can't say that I have." + +"Then for goodness' sake what is it? Do I have to pump you like a +newspaper reporter?" and Minnie Webb laughed, showing a perfect set of +teeth that contrasted well against the dark red and tan of her cheeks. + +"Oh, I don't know that it's anything much," replied LeGrand Blossom. + +"It's something!" insisted Minnie. + +"Well, yes, it is. And as it'll come out, sooner or later, I might as +well tell you now," he said, with rather an air of desperation, and as +though driven to it. "Have you heard any rumors that Mr. Carwell is in +financial difficulties?" + +"Why, no! The idea! I always thought he had plenty of money. Not a +multi-millionaire, of course, but better off financially than any one +else in Lakeside." + +"He was once; but he won't be soon, if he keeps up the pace he's set of +late," went on LeGrand Blossom, and his voice was gloomy. + +"What do you mean?" + +"Well, things don't look so well as they did. He was very foolish to +buy that ten-thousand-dollar yacht so soon after spending even more than +that on this red, white and blue monstrosity of his !" + +"You don't mean to tell me he's bought a yacht, too?" + +"Yes, the Osprey that Colonel Blakeson used to sport up and down the +coast in. Paid a cool ten thousand for it, though if he had left it +to me I could have got it for eight, I'm sure." + +"Well, twenty thousand dollars oughtn't to worry Mr. Carwell, I should +think," returned Minnie. + +"It wouldn't have, a year ago," answered LeGrand. "But he's been on the +wrong side of the market for some time. Then, too, something new has +cropped up about that old Bartlett deal." + +"You mean the one over which Harry's uncle and Mr. Carwell had such +a fuss?" + +"Yes. Mr. Carwell's never got over that. And there are rumors that he +lost quite a sum in a business transaction with Captain Poland." + +"Oh, dear !" sighed the girl. "Isn't business horrid! I'm glad I'm not +a man. But what is this about Captain Poland?" + +"I don't know?haven't heard it all yet, as Mr. Carwell doesn't tell me +everything, even if he has planned to take me into partnership with him. +But now I'm not so keen on it." + +"Keen on what, Lee ?" and Minnie Webb leaned just the least bit nearer +to his side. + +"On going into partnership with a man who spends money so lavishly when +he needs all the ready cash he can lay his hands on. But don't mention +this to any one, Minnie. If it got out it might precipitate matters, +and then the whole business would tumble down like a house of cards. As +it is, I may be able to pull him out. But I've put the soft pedal on +the partnership talk." + +"Has Mr. Carwell mentioned it of late?" + +"No. All he seems to be interested in is this golf game that may make +him club champion. But keepsecret what I have told you." + +Minnie Webb nodded assent, and they turned back toward the clubhouse, +for they had reached a too secluded part of the grounds. + +Meanwhile, Viola Carwell was not enjoying her ride with Captain Poland +as much as she had expected she would. As a matter of fact it had been +undertaken largely to cause Bartlett a little uneasiness; and as the +Seeing this, the latter changed his mind concerning something he had +fully expected to speak to Viola about that day, if he got the chance. + +Captain Poland was genuinely in love with Viola, and he had reason to +feel that she cared for him, though whether enough to warrant a +declaration of love on his part was hard to understand. + +"But I won't take a chance now," mused the captain, rather moodily; and +the talk descended to mere monosyllables on the part of both of them. +"I must see Carwell and have it out with him about that insurance deal. +Maybe he holds that against me, though the last time I talked with him +he gave me to understand that I'd stand a better show than Harry. I +must see him after the game. If he wins he'll be in a mellow humor, +particularly after a bottle or so. That's what I'll do." + +The captain spun his car up in front of the clubhouse and helped +Viola out. "I think we are in plenty of time for your father's match," +he remarked. + +"Yes," she assented. "I don't see any of the veterans on the field +yet," and she looked across the perfect course. "I'll go to look for +dad and wish him luck. He always wants me to do that before he starts +his medal play. See you again, Captain"; and with a friendly nod she +left the somewhat chagrined yachtsman. + +When Captain Poland had parked his car hetook a short cut along a path +that led through a little clump of bushes. Midway he heard voices. In +an instant he recognized them as those of Horace Carwell and Harry +Bartlett. He heard Bartlett say: + +"But don't you see how much better it would be to drop it all - to have + nothing more to do with her?" + +"Look here, young man, you mind your own business !" snapped Mr. +Carwell. "I know what I'm doing!" + +"I haven't any doubt of it, Mr. Carwell; but I ventured to suggest?" +went on Bartlett. + +"Keep your suggestions to yourself, if you please. I've had about all +I want from you and your family. And if I hear any more of your +impudent talk - " + +Then Captain Poland moved away, for he did not want to hear any more. + +In the meantime Viola hurried back to the clubhouse, and forced herself +to be gay. But, somehow, a cloud seemed to have come over her day. + +The throng had increased, and she caught sight, among the press, of +Jean Forette, their chauffeur. + +"Have you seen my father since he arrived, Jean?" asked Viola. + +"Oh, he is somewhere about, I suppose," was the answer, and it was given +in such a surly tone with such a churlish manner that Viola flushed with +anger and bit her lips to keep back a sharp retort. + +At that moment Minnie Webb strolled past. She had heard the question +and the answer. + +"I just saw your father going out with the other contestants, Viola," +said Minnie Webb, for they were friends of some years' standing. "I +think they are going to start to play. I wonder why they say the +French are such a polite race she went on, speaking lightly to cover +Viola's confusion caused by the chauffeur's manner. "He was +positively insulting." + +"He was," agreed Viola. "But I shouldn't mind him, I suppose. He does +not like the new machine, and father has told him to find another place +by the end of the month. I suppose that has piqued him." + +While there were many matches to be played at the Maraposa Club that +day, interest, as far as the older members and their friends were +concerned, was centered in that for cup-winners. These constituted the +best players - the veterans of the game - and the contest was sure to +be interesting and close. + +Horace Carwell was a "sport," in every meaning of the term. Though a +man well along in his forties, he was as lithe and active as one ten +years younger. He motored, fished, played golf, hunted, and of late +had added yachting to his amusements. He was wealthy, as his father +had been before him, and owned a fine home in New York, but he spent +a large part of every year at Lakeside, where he might enjoy the two +sports he loved best-golfing and yachting. + +Viola was an only child, her mother having died when she was about +sixteen, and since then Mr. Carwell's maiden sister had kept watch and +ward over the handsome home, The Haven. Viola, though loving her +father with the natural affection of a daughter and some of the love +she had lavished on her mother, was not altogether in sympathy with +the sporting proclivities of Mr. Carwell. + +True, she accompanied him to his golf games and sailed with him or rode +in his big car almost as often as he asked her. And she thoroughly +enjoyed these things. But what she did not enjoy was the rather too +jovial comradeship that followed on the part of the men and women her +father associated with. He was a good liver and a good spender, and he +liked to have about him such persons-men "sleek and fat," who if they +did not "sleep o' nights," at least had the happy faculty of turning +night into day for their own amusement. + +So, in a measure, Viola and her father were out of sympathy, as had been +husband and wife before her; though there had never been a whisper of +real incompatibility; nor was there now, between father and daughter. + +"Fore!" + +It was the warning cry from the first tee to clear the course for the +start of the cup-winners' match. In anticipation of some remarkable +playing, an unusually large gallery would follow the contestants around. +The best caddies had been selected, clubs had been looked to with care +and tested, new balls were got out, and there was much subdued +excitement, as befitted the occasion. + +Mr. Carwell, his always flushed face perhaps a trifle more like a mild +sunset than ever, strolled to the first tee. He swung his driver with +freedom and ease to make sure it was the one that best suited him, and +then turned to Major Wardell, his chief rival. "Do you want to take any +more?" he asked meaningly. + +"No, thank you," was the laughing response. "I've got all I can carry. +Not that I'm going to let you beat me, but I'm always a stroke or two +off in my play when the sun's too bright, as it is now. However, I'm +not crawling." + +"You'd better not !" declared his rival. As for me, the brighter the +sun the better I like it. Well, are we all ready?" + +The officials held a last consultation and announced that play might +start. Mr. Carwell was to lead. + +The first hole was not the longest in the course,but to place one's ball +on fair ground meant driving very surely, and for a longer distance than +most players liked to think about. Also a short distance from the tee +was a deep ravine, and unless one cleared that it was a handicap hard +to overcome. + +Mr. Carwell made his little tee of sand with care, and placed the ball +on the apex. Then he took his place and glanced back for a moment to +where Viola stood between Captain Poland and Harry Bartlett. Something +like a little frown gathered on the face of Horace Carwell as he noted +the presence of Bartlett, but it passed almost at once. + +"Well, here goes, ladies and gentlemen!" exclaimed Mr. Carwell in +rather loud tones and with a free and easy manner he did not often +assume. "Here's where I bring home the bacon and make my friend, the +major, eat humble pie." + +Viola flushed. It was not like her father to thus boast. On the +contrary he was usually what the Scotch call a "canny" player. He never +predicted that he was going to win, except, perhaps, to his close +friends. But he was now boasting like the veriest schoolboy. + +"Here I go!" he exclaimed again, and then he swung at the ball with his +well-known skill. + +It was a marvelous drive, and the murmurs of approbation that greeted +it seemed to please Mr. Carwell. + +"Let's see anybody beat that!" he cried as he stepped off the tee to +give place to Major Wardell. + +Mr. Carwell's white ball had sailed well up on the putting green of +the first hole, a shot seldom made at Maraposa. + +"A few more strokes like that and he'll win the match," murmured +Bartlett. + +"And when he does, don't forget what I told you," whispered Viola to him. + +He found her hand, hidden at her side in the folds of her dress, and +pressed it. She smiled up at him, and then they watched the major swing +at his ball. + +"It's going to be a corking match," murmured more than one member of the +gallery, as they followed the players down the field. + +"If any one asked me, I should say that Carwell had taken just a little +too much champagne to make his strokes true toward the last hole," said +Tom Sharwell to Bruce Garrigan. + +"Perhaps," was the admission. "But I'd like to see him win. And, for +the sake of saying something, let me inform you that in Africa last +year there were used in nose rings alone for the natives seventeen +thousand four hundred and twenty-one pounds of copper wire. While for +anklets - " + +"I'll buy you a drink if you chop it off short!" offered Sharwell. + +"Taken !" exclaimed Garrigan, with a grin. + +The cup play went on, the four contestants being well matched, and the +shots duly applauded from hole to hole. + +The turn was made and the homeward course began, with the excitement +increasing as it was seen that there would be the closest possible +finish, between the major and Mr. Carwell at least. + +"What's the row over there?" asked Bartlett suddenly, as he walked along +with Viola and Captain Poland. + +"Where?" inquired the captain. + +"Among those autos. Looks as if one was on fire." + +"It does," agreed Viola. "But I can see our patriotic palfrey, so I +guess it's all right. There are enough people over there, anyhow. But +it issomething!" + +There was a dense cloud of smoke hovering over the place where some of +the many automobiles were parked at one corner of the course. Still +it might be some one starting his machine, with too much oil being +burned in the cylinders. + +"Now for the last hole!" exulted Mr. Carwell, as they approached the +eighteenth. "I've got you two strokes now, Major, and I'll have you +fourby the end of the match." + +"I'm not so sure of that," was the laughing and good-natured reply. + +There was silence in the gallery while the players made ready for the +last hole. + +There was a sharp impact as Mr. Carwell's driver struck the little white +ball and sent it sailing in a graceful curve well toward the last hole. + +"A marvelous shot!" exclaimed Captain Poland. "On the green again! +Another like that and he'll win the game!" + +"And I can do it, too!" boasted Carwell, who overheard what was said. + +The others drove off in turn, and the play reached the final stage of +putting. Viola turned as though to go over and see what the trouble +was among the automobiles. She looked back as she saw her father stoop +to send the ball into the little depressed cup. She felt sure that he +would win, for she had kept a record of his strokes and those of his +opponents. The game was all but over. + +"I wonder if there can be anything the matter with our car?" mused +Viola, as she saw the smoke growing denser. "Dad's won, so I'm going +over to see. Perhaps that chauffeur - " + +She did not finish the sentence. She turned to look back at her father +once more, and saw him make the putt that won the game at the last hole. +Then, to her horror she saw him reel, throw up his hands, and fall +heavily in a heap, while startled cries reached her ears. + +"Oh! Oh! What has happened?" she exclaimed, and deadly fear clutched +at her heart - and not without good cause. + + + +CHAPTER II + +THE NINETEENTH HOLE + + +For several seconds after Mr. Carwell fell so heavily on the putting +green, having completed the last stroke that sent the white ball into +the cup and made him club champion, there was not a stir among the +other players grouped about him; nor did the gallery, grouped some +distance back, rush up. The most natural thought, and one that was in +the minds of the majority, was that the clubman had overbalanced himself +in making his stance for the putt shot, and had fallen. There was even +a little thoughtless laughter from some in the gallery. But it was +almost instantly hushed, for it needed but a second glance to tell that +something more serious than a simple fall had occurred. + +Or if it was a fall caused by an unsteady position, taken when he made +his last shot, it had been such a heavy one that Mr. Carwell was +overlong in recovering from it. He remained in a huddled heap on the +short-cropped, velvety turf of the putting green. + +Then the murmurs of wonder came, surging from many throats, and the +friends of Mr. Carwell closed around to help him to his feet-to render +what aid was needed. Among them were Captain Poland and Harry Bartlett, +and as the latter stepped forward he glanced up, for an instant, at +the blue sky. + +Far above the Maraposa golf links circled a lone osprey on its way to +the inlet or ocean. Rather idly Bartlett wondered if it was the same +one he and Captain Poland had seen dart down and kill the fish just +before the beginning of the big match. + +"What's the matter, Horace? Sun too much for you ?" asked Major +Wardell, as he leaned over his friend and rival. "It is a bit hot; I +feel it myself. But I didn't think it would knock you out. Or are you +done up because you beat me? Come - " + +He ceased his rather railing talk, and a look came over his face that +told those near him something serious had happened. There was a rush +toward the prostrate man. + +"Keep back, please!" exclaimed the major. "He seems to have fainted. +He needs air. Is Dr. Rowland here? I thought I saw him at the +clubhouse a while ago. Some one get him, please. If not - " + +"I'll get him !" some one offered + +"Here, give him a sip of this - it's brandy!" and an automobilist, +who had come across the links from the nearest point to the highway, +offered his flask. + +The major unscrewed the silver top, which formed a tiny cup, and tried +to let some of the potent liquor trickle between the purplish lips of +the unconscious victor in the cup-winners' match. But more of the +liquid was spilled on his face and neck than went into his mouth. The +air reeked with the odor of it. + +"What has happened? Is he hurt?" gasped Viola, who made her way through +the press of people, which opened for her, till she stood close beside +her father. "What is it? Oh, is he - ?" + +"He fell," some one said. + +"Just as he made his winning stroke," added another. + +"Oh!" and Viola herself reeled unsteadily. + +"It's all right," a voice said in her ear, and though it was in the +ordinary tones of Captain Poland, to the alarmed girl it seemed as +though it came from the distant peaks of the hills. "He'll be all +right presently," went on the captain, as he supported Viola and led her +out of the throng. + +"It's just a touch of the sun, I fancy. They've gone for a doctor." + +"Oh, but, Captain Poland - father was never like this before - he was +always so strong and well - I never knew him to complain of the heat. +And as for fainting - why I believe I almost did it myself, just now, +didn't I?" + +"Almost, yes." + +"But father never did. Oh, I must go to him !" + +She struggled a little and moved away from his half encircling arm, +for he had seen that her strength was failing her and had supported her +as he led her away. "I must go to him !" + +"Better not just now," said Captain Poland gently. "Harry is there with +him, the major and other friends. They will look after him. You had +better come with me to the clubhouse and lie down. I will get you a +cup of tea." + +"No! I must be with my father!" she insisted. "He will need me when +he - when he revives. Please let me go to him!" + +The captain saw that it was of little use to oppose her so he led her +back toward the throng that was still about the prostrate player. A +clubman was hurrying back with a young man who carried a small black bag. + +"They've got a doctor, I think," said Gerry. "Not Dr. Rowland, though. +However, I dare say it will be all right." + +A fit of trembling seized Viola, and it was so violent that, for a +moment, Captain Poland thought she would fall. He had to hold her +close, and he wished there was some place near at hand to which he +might take her. But the clubhouse was some distance away, and there +were no conveyances within call. + +However, Viola soon recovered her composure, or at least seemed to, +and smiled up at him, though there was no mirth in it. + +"I'll be all right now," she said. "Please take me to him. He will ask +for me as soon as he recovers." + +The young doctor had made his way through the throng and now knelt +beside the prostrate man. The examination was brief - a raising of the +eyelids, an ear pressed over the heart, supplemented by the use of the +stethoscope, and then the young medical man looked up, searching the +ring of faces about him as though seeking for some one in authority to +whom information might be imparted. Then he announced, generally: + +"He is dead." + +"Dead!" exclaimed several. + +"Hush!" cautioned Harry Bartlett "She'll hear you!" + +He looked in the direction whence Viola and Captain Poland were +approaching the scene. + +"Are you sure, Dr. Baird?" he asked. + +"Positive. The heart action has entirely stopped." + +"But might that not be from some cause - some temporary cause?" + +"Yes, but not in this case. Mr. Carwell is dead. I can do nothing +for him." + +It sounded brutal, but it was only a medical man's plain statement of +the case. + +"Some one must tell her," murmured Minnie Webb, who had been attracted +to the crowd, though she was not much of a golf enthusiast. "Poor +Viola! Some one must tell her." + +"I will," offered Bartlett, and he made his way through a living lane +that opened for him. Then it closed again, hiding the body from sight. +Some one placed a sweater over the face that had been so ruddy, and was +now so pale. + +Captain Poland, still supporting Viola on his arm, saw Bartlett +approaching. Somehow he surmised what his fellow clubman was going +to say. + +"Oh, Harry!" exclaimed Viola, impulsively holding out her hands to him. +"Is he all right? Is he better?" + +"I am sorry," began Harry, and then she seemed to sense what he was +going to add. + +"He isn't - Oh, don't tell me he is - " + +"The doctor says he is dead, Viola," answered Bartlett gently. "He +passed away without pain or suffering. It must have been heart disease." + +But Viola Carwell never heard the last words, for she really fainted this +time, and Captain Poland laid her gently down on the soft, green grass. + +"Better get the doctor for her," he advised Bartlett. "She'll need him, +if her father doesn't." As Harry Bartlett turned aside, waving back the +curiosity seekers that were already leaving the former scene of +excitement for the latest, LeGrand Blossom came up. He seemed very cool +and not at all excited, considering what had happened. + +"I will look after Miss Carwell," he said. + +"Perhaps you had better see to Mr. Carwell - Mr. Carwell's remains, +Blossom," suggested Captain Poland. "Miss Carwell will be herself very +soon. She has only fainted. Her father is dead. + +"Dead? Are you sure?" asked LeGrand Blossom, and his manner seemed a +trifle more naturally excited. + +"Dr. Baird says so. You'd better go to him. He may want to ask some +questions, and you were more closely associated with Carwell than any of +the rest of us." + +"Very well, I'll look after the body," said the secretary. "Did the +doctor say what killed him?" + +"No. That will be gone into later, I dare say. Probably heart disease; +though I never knew he had it," said Bartlett. + +"Nor I," added Blossom. "I'd be more inclined to suspect apoplexy. But +are you sure Miss Carwell will be all right?" + +"Yes," answered Captain Poland, who had raised her head after sprinkling +in her face some water a caddy brought in his cap. "She is reviving." + +Dr. Baird came up just then and gave her some aromatic spirits of ammonia. + +Viola opened her eyes. There was no comprehension in them, and she +looked about in wonder. Then, as her benumbed brain again took up its +work, she exclaimed: + +"Oh, it isn't true! It can't be true! Tell me it isn't!" + +"I am sorry, but it seems to be but too true," said Captain Poland +gently. "Did he ever speak of trouble with his heart, Viola ?" + +"Never, Gerry. He was always so well and strong." + +"You had better come to the clubhouse," suggested Bartlett, and she went +with them both. + +A little later the body of Horace Carwell was carried to the "nineteenth +hole" - that place where all games are played over again in detail as +the contestants put away their clubs. + +A throng followed the silent figure, borne on the shoulders of some +grounds workmen, but only club members were admitted to the house. And +among them buzzed talk of the tragedy that had so suddenly ended the day +of sports. + +"He looked all right when he started to play," said one. "Never saw him +in better form, and some of his shots were marvelous." + +"He'd been drinking a little too much for a man to play his best, +especially on a hot day," ventured another. "He must have been taken +ill from that, and the excitement of trying to win over the major, and +it affected his heart." + +"Never knew him to have heart disease," declared Bruce Garrigan. + +"Lots of us have it and don't know it," commented Tom Sharwell. "I +suppose it will take an autopsy to decide." + +"Rather tough on Miss Carwell," was another comment. + +"That's true !" several agreed. + +The body of Horace Carwell was placed in one of the small card rooms, +and the door locked. Then followed some quick telephoning on the part +of Dr. Baird, who had recently joined the golf club, and who had arrived +at the clubhouse shortly before Mr. Carwell dropped dead. + +It was at the suggestion of Harry Bartlett that Dr. Addison Lambert, the +Carwell family physician, was sent for, and that rather aged practitioner +arrived as soon as possible. + +He was taken in to view the body, together with Dr. Baird, who was almost +pathetically deferential to his senior colleague. The two medical men +were together in the room with the body for some time, and when they came +out Viola Carwell was there to meet them. Dr. Lambert put his arms about +her. He had known her all her life - since she first ventured into this +world, in fact - and his manner was most fatherly. + +"Oh, Uncle Add !" she murmured to him - for she had long called him by +this endearing title - Oh, Uncle Add! What is it? Is my father - is +he really - " + +"My dear little girl, your father is dead, I am sorry to say. You must +be very brave, and bear up. Be the brave woman he would want you to be." + +"I will, Uncle Add. But, oh, it is so hard! He was all I had! Oh, +what made him die?" + +She questioned almost as a little child might have done. + +"That I don't know, my dear," answered Dr. Lambert gently. "We shall +have to find that out later by - Well, we'll find out later, Dr. Baird +and I. You had better go home now. I'll have your car brought around. +Is that - that Frenchman here - your chauffeur?" + +"Yes, he was here a little while ago. But I had rather not go home with +him - at least, unless some one else comes with me. I don't like - I +don't like that big, new car. + +"If you will come with me, Viola - " began Bartlett. + +"Yes, Harry, I'll go with you. Oh, poor Aunt Mary! This will be a +terrible shock to her. I - " + +"I'll telephone, offered Dr. Lambert. "She'll know when you arrive. And +I'll be over to see you, Viola, as soon as I make some arrangements." + +"And will you look after - after poor father?" + +"Yes, you may leave it all to me. + +And so, while the body of the dead clubman remained at the nineteenth +hole, Viola Carwell was taken to The Haven by Harry Bartlett, while +Captain Poland, nodding farewell to LeGrand Blossom and some of his +other friends, left the grounds in his gray car. + +And as he rode down past the inlet where the tide was now running out +to the sea, he saw an osprey dart down and strike at an unseen fish. + +But the bird rose with dripping pinions, its talons empty. + +"You didn't get any one that time!" murmured the captain. + + + + +CHAPTER III + +"WHY?" + + +Through the silent house echoed the vibration of the electric bell, +sounding unnecessarily loud, it seemed. The maid who answered took the +caller's card to Miss Mary Carwell, Viola's aunt. + +"He wants to see Miss Viola," the servant reported. "Shall I tell her?" + +"You had better, yes. She went to lie down, but she will want to see +Captain Poland. Wait, I'll tell her myself. Where is he?" + +"In the library, ma am. + +"Very well. I'll see him." + +Mr. Carwell's sister literally swept down the stairs, her black silk +dress rustling somberly and importantly. She was a large woman, and her +bearing and air were in keeping. + +"It was very good of you to come," she murmured, as she sank, with more +rustling and shimmerings, into a chair, while the captain waited for her +to be settled, like a boat at anchor, before he again took his place. +"Viola will be down presently. I gave her a powder the doctor left for +her, and she slept, I hope, since we were both awake nearly all of last +night." + +"I should imagine so. The strain and shock must have been intense. But +please don't disturb her if she is resting. I merely called to see if I +could do anything." + +"Thank you so much. We are waiting for the doctors' report. It was +necessary to have an autopsy, I understand?" she questioned. + +"Yes. The law requires it in all cases of sudden and mysterious death." + +"Mysterious death, Captain Poland!" + +Mary Carwell seemed to swell up like a fretful turkey. + +"Well, by that I mean unexplained. Mr. Carwell dropped dead suddenly +and from no apparent cause." + +"But it was heart disease - or apoplexy - of course! What else could +it be?" + +"It must have been one or the other of those, Miss Carwell, I am sure," +the captain murmured sympathetically. "But the law requires that such +a fact be established to the satisfaction of the county physician." + +"And who is he?" + +"Dr. Rowland." + +"Will there be a coroner's inquest, such as I have read about? I +couldn't hear anything like that." + +"It is not at all necessary, Miss Carwell," went on the captain. "The +law of New Jersey does not demand that in cases of sudden and +unexplained death, unless the county physician is not satisfied with +his investigation. In that matter New Jersey differs from some of the +other states. The county physician will make an autopsy to determine +the cause of death. If he is satisfied that it was from natural causes +he gives a certificate to that effect, and that ends the matter." + +"Oh, then it will be very simple." + +"Yes, I imagine so. Dr. Rowland will state that your brother came to +his death from heart disease, or from apoplexy, or whatever it was, and +then you may proceed with the funeral arrangements. I shall be glad to +help you in any way I can." + +"It is very kind of you. This has been so terrible - so sudden and +unexpected. It has perfectly unnerved both poor Viola and myself, and +we are the only ones to look after matters." + +"Then, let me help," urged Captain Poland. "I shall only be too glad. +The members of the golf club, too, will do all in their power. We had a +meeting this morning and passed resolutions of sympathy. I have also +called a meeting of our yacht club, of which your brother was a member. +We will take suitable action." + +"Thank you. And when do you think we may expect the certificate from +Dr. Rowland ?" + +"Very soon. He is performing the autopsy now, at the club. Dr. Lambert +and Dr. Baird are with him. It was thought best to have it there, +rather than at the undertaking rooms." + +"I shall be glad when matters can proceed as they ought to proceed. +This publicity is very distasteful to me." + +"I can readily believe that, Miss Carwell. And now, if you will ask +Miss Viola if I may be of any service to her, I shall - " + +"Before I call her, there is one matter I wish to ask you about," said +Mr. Carwell's sister. "You are familiar with business, I know. I was +going to ask Mr. Bartlett, as this seemed more in his line, but perhaps +you can advise me." + +"I shall do my best, Miss Carwell. What is it?" + +"One of the clerks came from my brother's office this morning with a +note from the bank. It seems that Horace borrowed a large sum for some +business transaction, and put up as collateral certain bonds. He often +does that, as I have heard him mention here time and again to Mr. +Blossom, when they sat in consultation in the library. + +"But now it appears, according to the note from the bank, that more +securities are needed. There has been a depreciation, or something - I +am not familiar with the terms. At any rate the bank sends word that +it wants more bonds. I was wondering what I had better do. Of course +I have securities in my own private box that I might send, but - " + +"Why didn't Mr. Blossom attend to this?" asked Captain Poland, a bit +sharply, it would have seemed to a casual listener. "That was his +place. He knows all about Mr. Carwell's affairs." + +"I asked the clerk from the office why Mr. BIossom - did you ever hear +such an absurd name as he has? - LeGrand Blossom - I asked the clerk why +the matter was not attended to," went on Miss Carwell, "and he said Mr. +Blossom must have forgotten it." + +"Rather odd," commented the captain. "However, I'll look after it for +you. If necessary, I'll loan the bank enough additional securities as +collateral to cover the loan. Don't let it disturb you, Miss Carwell. +It is merely a small detail of business that often crops up. Securities +in these days so often fluctuate that banks are forced to call for more, +and different ones, to cover loans secured by them. I'll attend to the +matter for you." + +"Thank you so much. And now I believe I may safely call Viola. She +would not forgive me if she knew you had been here and she had not seen +you to thank you for your care of her yesterday." + +"Oh, that was nothing. I was very glad - " + +Captain Poland was interrupted by a ring at the door. + +"Perhaps that is a message from the doctors now," suggested Miss +Carwell. + +"It is Dr. Lambert himself," announced the captain, looking from a +window that gave a view of the front porch. "Dr. Baird is with him. +They must have completed the autopsy. Shall I see them for you?" + +"Please do. And please tell me at once that everything is all right, +and that we may proceed with the funeral arrangements," begged the +sister of the dead man. + +"I will do so, Miss Carwell." + +Captain Poland, anticipating the maid, went into the hall and himself +opened the door for the medical men. + +"Oh! I'm glad you're here!" exclaimed the rather gruff voice of Dr. +Lambert. "Yes, I'm glad you're here." + +The captain was on the point of asking why, when Dr. Lambert motioned to +him to step into a little reception room off the main hall. Somewhat +wonderingly, Captain Poland obeyed, and when the door had closed, +shutting him in with the two doctors, he turned to the older physician +and asked: + +"Is anything the matter?" + +"Well, we have completed the autopsy," said Dr. Lambert. + +"That's good. Then you are ready to sign a certificate, or at least get +Dr. Rowland to, so that we can proceed with the arrangements. Miss +Mary Carwell is anxious to have - " + +"Well, I suppose the funeral will have to be held," said Dr. Lambert +slowly. "That can't be held up very long, even if it was worse than +it is;" + +"Worse than it is! What do you mean?" cried Captain Poland sharply. +"Is there any suspicion - " + +"There is more than suspicion, my dear sir," went on Dr. Lambert, as he +sank into a chair as though very, very tired. "There is, I regret to +say, certainty." + +"Certainty of what?" + +"Certainty that my old friend, Horace Carwell, committed suicide!" + +"Suicide!" + +"By poisoning," added Dr. Baird, who had been anxious to get in a word. +"We found very plain evidences of it when we examined the stomach and +viscera." + +"Poison!" cried Captain Poland. "A suicide? I don't believe it! Why +should Horace Carwell kill himself? He hadn't a reason in the world for +it! There must be some mistake! Why did he do it? Why? Why?" + +And then suddenly he became strangely thoughtful. + + + + +CHAPTER IV + +VIOLA'S DECISION + +"That is the very question we have been asking ourselves, my dear +Captain," said Dr. Lambert wearily. "And we are no nearer an answer now +than, apparently, you are. Why did he do it?" + +The three men, two gravely professional, one, the younger, more so than +his elder colleague, and the third plainly upset over the surprising +news, looked at one another behind the closed door of the little room +off the imposing reception hall at The Haven. They were in the house of +death, and they had to do with more than death, for there was, in the +reputed action of Horace Carwell, the hint of disgrace which suicide +always engenders. + +"I suppose," began Captain Poland, rather weakly, "that there can be no +chance of error He looked from one medical man to the other. + +"Not the least in the world !" quickly exclaimed Baird. "We made a +most careful examinaof the deceased's organs. They plainly show traces +of a violent poison, though whether it was irritant or one of the +neurotics, we are not yet prepared to say." + +"It couldn't have been an irritant," said Dr. Lambert gently. It was as +though he had corrected a too zealous student reciting in class. Dr. +Baird was painfully young, though much in earnest. + +"Perhaps not an irritant," he agreed. "Though I know of no neurotic +that would produce such effects as we saw. + +"You are right there," said Dr. Lambert. "Whatever poison was used it +was one the effects of which I have never seen before. But we have +not yet finished our analysis. We have only reached a certain +conclusion that may ultimately be changed." + +"You mean as to whether or not it was suicide?" asked Captain Poland +eagerly. + +"No,I don't see how we can get away from that," said Dr. Lambert. "That +fact remains. But if we establish the kind of poison used it may lead +us to the motive. That is what we must find." + +"And we will find the kind of poison!" declared Dr. Baird. + +The older medical man shook his head. + +"There are some animal and vegetable poisons for which there is no known +test," he said gently. "It may turn out to be one of these." + +"Then may it not develop that Mr. Carwell, assuming that he did take +poison, did it by mistake ?" asked the captain. + +"I hope so," murmured Dr. Lambert. + +"But from the action of the poison, as shown by the condition of the +mucous coat of the alimentary canal, I hardly see how Mr. Carwell could +not have known that he took poison," declared Dr. Baird. + +"Yet he seemed all right except for a little pardonable exhilaration +during the game of golf," remarked Captain Poland. "He was feeling +'pretty good' as we say. I don't see how he could have taken poison +knowingly or unknowingly." + +"There are some poisons which, taken in combination, might mix and form +a comparatively harmless mixture," said Dr. Lambert. "Though I confess +this is a very remote possibility. Some poisons are neutralized by an +alcoholic condition. And some persons, who may have been habitual users +of a drug, may take a dose of it that would kill several persons not +so addicted." + +"Do you mean that Mr. Carwell was a drug user?" demanded the captain. + +"I would hesitate very long before saying so," answered Dr. Lambert, +"and I have known him many years." + +"Then what was it? What in the world does it all mean?" asked Captain +Poland. "What's the answers in other words?" + +"I wish I knew," replied Dr. Lambert, and he shook his head. Something +more than the weight of years seemed bowing him down. Dr. Baird seemed +duly impressed by the circumstances that had brought him - a young and +as yet unestablished physician - to a connection with such a startling +case in the well known and wealthy Carwell family. + +As for Captain Gerry Poland, he was clearly startled by the news the +physicians had brought. He looked toward the closed door as though +seeking to see beyond it - into the room where Viola was waiting. To +her, sooner or later, the tragic verdict must be told. + +"Can't you say anything?" he asked, a bit sharply, looking from one +physician to the other "Is this all you came to tell - that Mr. Carwell +was a suicide? Isn't there any mitigating circumstance?" + +"I believe he poisoned himself before he began his championship game," +said Dr. Baird, with startling frankness - almost brutal it seemed. + +"But why should he do such a thing?" demanded the captain, rather +petulantly. + +"He may have taken some dope, thinking would brace him up," went on the +young medical man, "and it had the opposite effect - a depressing +action on the heart. Or, he may have taken a overdose of his favorite +drug. That is what shall have to find out by making suitable inquiries +of members of the family." + +"Oh, must we tell-them " exclaimed Captain Poland in startled tones. +And it was easy to determine by his voice that by "them" he meant Viola. +"Must we tell?" he repeated. + +"I must do my duty as a physician both to the public and to the family," +said Dr. Lambert, and he straightened up as though ready to assume the +burden he knew would faIl heavily on his shoulders. "I must also think +of Viola. I feel like another father to her now. I have always, more +or less, regarded her as my little girl, though she is a young lady now. +But the facts must come out. Even if I were disposed to aid in a +concealment - which I am far from doing-Dr. Rowland, the county +physician, was present at the autopsy. He knows." + +"Does he know the poison used?" asked Captain Poland quickly, and then, +almost as soon as the words had left his lips, he seemed sorry he had +uttered them. + +"No, no more than we," said Dr. Baird. "It will require some nice work +in medical jurisprudence, and also a very delicate analysis, to determine +that. I am inclined to think - " + +But what he thought no one heard or cared to hear at that moment, for, +even as he spoke, the door of the little room was thrown hastily and +somewhat violently open, and Viola Carwell confronted the three men. +Her face showed traces of grief, but it had lost little of the beauty +for which she was noted. + +Tall and dark, with hair of that blue - black sheen so rarely observed, +with violet eyes and a poise and grace that made her much observed, +Viola Carwell was at the height of her beauty. In a sense she had the +gentle grace of her mother and with that the verve and sprightliness of +her father mingled perfectly. It was no wonder that Captain Poland +and Harry Bartlett and many others, for that matter, were rivals for +her favors. + +"I thought you were here," she said quietly to Dr. Lambert. "Oh, Uncle +Add, what is it? Tell me the truth!" she begged as she placed a hand +on his arm, a hand that trembled in spite of her determination to remain +calm. "Please tell me the truth !" + +"The truth, Viola ?" he questioned gently. + +"Yes. I'm afraid you are trying to keep something back from me. This +looks like it - you men in here talking - consulting as to what is best +to do. Tell me. My father is dead. But that, I know, is not the worst +that can happen. Tell me! Is there-is there any disgrace? I know - " + +Viola stopped as though she herself feared the words she was about to +utter. Dr. Lambert quickly spoke. + +"There has been no disgrace, my dear Viola," he said, gently. "We have +just come from the - from having made an investigation - Dr. Baird and +myself and Dr. Rowland. We discovered that your father was poisoned, +and - " + +"Poisoned?" she gasped, and started back as though struck, while her +rapid glances went from face to face, resting longest on the countenance +of Captain Poland. It was as though, in this great emergency, she +looked to him for comfort more than to the old doctor who had ushered +her into the world. + + "I am sorry to have to say it, Viola, but such is the case," went +on the family physician. "Your father was poisoned. But the kind of +poison we have not yet determined." + +"But who gave it to him ?" she cried. "Oh, it doesn't seem that any +one would hate him so, not even his worst enemy. And he had so many +friends-too many, perhaps." + +"We don't know that any one gave him the poison, Viola," said Dr. +Lambert, gently. "In fact, it does not seem that any one did, or your +father would have known it. Certainly if any one had tried to make him +take poison there would have been a struggle that he would have +mentioned. But he died of poison, nevertheless." + +"Then there can be but one other explanation," she murmured, and her +voice was tense and strained. "He must have - " + +"We fear he took it himself," blurted out Dr. Baird, in spite of the +warning look cast at him by his colleague. + +"Oh, I won't believe that! It can't be true!" cried Viola, and she +burst into a storm of sobs. Dr. Lambert placed his arms about her. + +"Tell me it isn't true, Uncle Add! Tell me it isn't true!" she sobbed. + +The three men, looking at one another - Dr. Lambert's glance coming over +the bowed head of Viola - said nothing for a few moments. Then as her +sobs died away, and she became calmer, the old physician said: + +"You mustnot take on so, Vi. I know it is hard, but you must meet the +issue squarely. At the same time you must realize that even the most +suspicious circumstances may be explained away. While it does look as +though your father had deliberately taken the poison, it may easily be +established by an investigation that it was an accident - an accident +of which even your father was ignorant." + +"There are so many poisons that do not manifest themselves for a long +time - often days - after they are taken, that there is every chance of +proving this to have been an accident." + +"Then there must be an investigation!" was Viola's quick decision. +There were still tears in her eyes, but she looked through them now, as +through a veil that must be torn aside. "I can not believe that my +father was a - a suicide - " she halted at the awful word. "I will not +believe it!" she went on more firmly. "It can not be true!" + +Hardly had she uttered the last word than a figure passed through the +hall, flitting past the half-opened door of the little room where Viola +stood with the three men. + +"Who is there ?" she called sharply, for she had spoken rather loudly, +and she did not want any of the servants to hear. "Who is there?" + +"It is I - Minnie," was the answer. "Dear Viola, I have come to see if +I could do anything. I rang and rang, but no one answered the bell, +and, as the door was open, I walked in." + +"I'm afraid I didn't close it when I let you in," said Captain Poland to +Dr. Lambert. + +"Dear Viola !" said Minnie Webb, as she placed cheek against that of her +friend. "Is there anything I can do in your terrible trouble? Please +let me do something!" + +"Thank you, Minnie. You are very kind. I don't know. We are in such +distress. Tell me - " and Viola seemed to nerve herself for some effort. +"Tell me! Did you hear what I said just now - as you passed the door?" + +"Do you mean about not believing that your father was a suicide?" asked +Minnie, in a low voice. + +"Yes." + +"I - I heard you." + +"Then the only thing you can do is to help me prove otherwise," said +Viola. "That would be the greatest help. It can't be true, and we want +that made plain. Father never killed himself. He was not that kind of +man. He did not fear death, but he would not go deliberately to meet +it. It is not true that he killed himself!" and Viola's voice seemed to +ring out. + +A strange look came over the face of Minnie Webb. There was a great +pity shining in her eyes as she said: + +"I - I am sorry, Viola, but - but I am afraid it may be true." + +"What! That my father committed suicide?" + +"Yes," whispered Minnie. "I - I'm afraid it may be true!" + + + +CHAPTER V + +HARRY'S MISSION + + +Minnie Webb'S announcement affected her four hearers in four different +ways. It shocked Viola - shocked her greatly, for she had, naturally, +expected kindly sympathy and agreement from her friend. + +Dr. Baird, who had involuntarily begun to twist his small mustache at +the entrance of Miss Webb, looked at her in admiration of her good looks +and because she upheld a theory to which he felt himself committed - a +theory that Mr. Carwell was a plain out-and-out suicide. + +Dr. Lambert was plainly indignant at the bald manner in which Minnie +Webb made her statement, and at the same time he had pity for the +ignorance of the lay mind that will pronounce judgment against the more +cautious opinions of science. And this was not the first poisoning case +with which the aged practitioner had dealt. + +As for Captain Poland, he gazed blankly at Miss Webb for a moment +following her statement, and then he looked more keenly at the young woman, +as though seeking to know whence her information came. + +And when Viola had recovered from her first shock this was the thought +that came to her: + +"What did Minnie know?" + +And Viola asked that very question - asked it sharply and with an air +which told of her determination to know. + +"Oh, please don't ask me!" stammered Minnie Webb. "But I have heard +that your father's affairs are involved, Viola." + +"His affairs? You mean anything in his - private life?" and the daughter +of Horace Carwell - "Carwell the sport," as he was frequently called - +seemed to feel this blow more than the shock of death. + +"Oh, no, nothing like that!" exclaimed Minnie, as though abashed at the +mere suggestion. "But I did hear - and I can not tell where I heard it - +that he was involved financially, and that, perhaps - well, you know +some men have a horror of facing the world poor and - " + +"That can't be true!" declared Viola stoutly. "While I do not know +anything about my father's financial affairs, I know he had no fear of +failure - no fear of becoming poor." + +"I do not believe he would have feared to face poverty if there was +need. But there was not, I'm sure. Minnie, who told you this?" + +"I - I can not tell!" said Minnie, with a memory of the insinuating +manner in which LeGrand Blossom had spoken. Bearing in mind her promise +to him not to mention the matter, she began to wish that she had not +spoken. + +"But you must tell!" insisted Dr. Lambert. "This amounts to an +accusation against a dead man, and you owe it to Viola to give the +source of your information." + +"No, Doctor, I can not! Please don't ask me, Viola. Oh, I shouldn't +have spoken, but I thought only to help you solve the problem." + +"You have only made it harder, unless you tell us more," said Dr. +Lambert gently. "Why can not you tell us, Miss Webb?" + +"Because I - I promised not to. Oh, can't you find out for yourselves +- in your own way, about his affairs? Surely an examination - " + +"Yes, of course, that would be the proper way, said Dr. Lambert gravely. +"And it must be done, I suppose." + +"It will lead to nothing - it will prove nothing," insisted Viola. "I +am sure my father's affairs were not involved. Wait, I'll call Aunt +Mary. She was in close touch with all the money matters of our +household. Father trusted her with many business matters. Call Aunt +Mary!" + +Her eyes red with weeping, but bearing up bravely withal, Miss Mary +Carwell joined the conference. She, it seemed, had guessed something +when Dr.Lambert and Dr. Baird were closeted so long with Captain Poland. + +"We must face the facts, however unpleasant they are," said Dr. Lambert, +in a low voice. "We must recognize that this will be public talk in a +little while. A man - so well-known a character as was my old friend +Horace Carwell - can not die suddenly in the midst of a championship +golf game, and let the matter rest there." + +"The papers will take it up," said Dr. Baird. + +"The papers!" broke in Viola. + +"Yes, even now I have been besieged by reporters demanding to know the +cause of death. It will have to come out. The report of the county +physician, on which only a burial certificate can be obtained, is +public property. The bureau of vital statistics is open to the public +and the reporters. There is bound to be an inquiry, and, as I have said, +Dr. Rowland has already announced it as a suicide. We must face the +issue bravely." + +"But even if it should prove true, that he took the poison, I am sure it +will turn out to be a mistake!" declared Viola. "As for my father's +affairs being in danger financially - Aunt Mary, did you ever hear of +such athing ?" + +"Well, my dear, your father kept his affairs pretty much to himself," +was the answer of her aunt. "He did tell me some things, and only +to-day something came up that makes me think - Oh, I don't know what +to think - now!" + +"What is it?" asked Dr. Lambert, quietly but firmly. "It is best to +know the worst at once." + +"I can't say that it is the `worst,'" replied Miss Carwell; "but there +was something about a loan to the bank, and not enough collateral to +cover - Mr. Blossom should have attended to it, but he did not, it +seems, and - Won't you tell them?" she appealed to Captain Poland. + +"Certainly," he responded. "It is a simple matter," he went on. "Mr. +Carwell, as all of us do at times, borrowed money from his bank, giving +certain securities as collateral for the loan. + +"The bank, as all banks do, kept watch this security, and when it fell +in market value below a certain point, where there was no longer +sufficient margin to cover the loan safely, demanded more collateral. + +"This, for some reason, Mr. Carwell did not put up, nor did his clerk, +Mr. Blossom. I know nothing more in this respect than Miss Carwell told +me," and he bowed to indicate the dead man's sister. "I offered to see +to the matter for her, putting up some collateral of my own until Mr. +Carwell's affairs could be straightened out. It is a mere technicality, +I imagine, and can have nothing to do with - with the present matter, +even though Miss Webb seems to think so." + +"Oh, I am so sorry if I have made a mistake!" exclaimed Minnie, now very +penitent. "But I only thought it would be helping - " + +"It will be - to know the truth," said Dr. Lambert. "Is this all that +you heard, Miss Webb?" + +"No, it was nothing like that. It had nothing to do with a bank loan. +Oh, please don't ask me. I promised not to tell." + +"Very well, we won't force you to speak," said the family physician. +"But this matter must be gone into. What one person knows others are +sure to find out. We must see Blossom. He is the one who would have +the most complete knowledge of your father's affairs, Viola. Did I hear +something about his going into partnership with your father?" + +"Yes, there was some such plan. Father decided that he needed help, +and he spoke of taking in Mr. Blossom. I know no more than that," Viola +answered. + +"Then LeGrand Blossom is the person to throw more light on that subject," +said Dr. Lambert. + +To himself he added a mental reservation that he did not count much on +what information might come from the head clerk. Blossom, in the mind of +Dr. Lambert, was a person of not much strength of character. There had +been certain episodes in his life, information as to which had come to +the physician in a roundabout way, that did not reflect on him very well; +though, in truth, he felt that the man was weak rather than bad. + +"Then is it to be believed that my father was a suicide?" asked Viola, +as though seeking to know the worst, that she might fight to make it +better. + +"On the bare facts in the case - yes," answered Dr. Lambert. "But that +is only a starting point. We will make no hard and fast decision." + +"Indeed we will not," declared Viola. "There must be a most rigid +investigation." + +And when the others had gone, Dr. Lambert to make funeral arrangements +for his old friend, Captain Poland to see the bank officials, Dr. Baird +to his office, taking Minnie Webb home in his car, and Miss Garwell to +her room to lie down, Viola, left alone, gave herself up to grief. She +felt utterly downcast and very much in need of a friend. + +And perhaps this feeling made her welcome, more cordially than when she +had last seen him, Harry Bartlett, who was announced soon after the +others left. + +"Oh, Harry, have you heard the terrible news?" faltered Viola. + +"You mean about your father? Yes," he said gently. "But I do not +believe it. I may as well speak plainly, Viola. Your father, for some +reason best known to himself, did not care for me. But I respected him, +and in spite of a feeling between us I admired him. I feel sure he did +not commit suicide." + +"But they say it looks very suspicious, Harry! Oh, tell me what to do!" +and, impulsively, Viola held out her hands to him. Bartlett pressed +them warmly. + +"I'll serve you in any way I can," he said, gazing fondly into her eyes. +"But I confess I am puzzled. I don't know what to do. Perhaps it would +be better, as Dr. Lambert says, to look into your father's affairs." + +"Yes. But I want more than that!" declared Viola. "I want his name +cleared from any suspicion of suicide. And I want you to undertake it, +Harry!" + +"You want me ?" he exclaimed, drawing back. "Me?" + +"Yes. I feel that you will do better than any one else. Oh, you will +help me, won't you?" she pleaded. + +"Of course, Viola. But I don't know how." + +"Then let me tell you," and she seemed to be in better control of +herself than at any time that day. "This must be gone into systematically, +and we can best do it through a detective." + +"A detective!" cried Harry Bartlett, and he started from his chair. +"Why, my dear Viola, a detective would be the worst possible person to +call in on a case like this! Let me investigate, if you think it wise, +but a detective - " + +"I am not speaking of an ordinary detective, Harry. I have in mind an +elderly man who was a friend of my father. He has an extraordinary +reputation for solving mysteries." + +"Well, of course, if you know the man it makes a difference." Bartlett +eyed the girl curiously. "I didn't know you knew any detectives." + +"The man I have in mind was in some business deal with my father once, +and they became very well acquainted. I met him several times, and +liked him immensely. He is well along in years, but I think sharper +than many younger men. But there is one difficulty." + +"What is that?" + +"More than likely he will shy at having anything to do with the case. He +told my father he was going to retire and devote his leisure time to +fishing - that being his great pastime." + +"Humph! he can't be much of a detective if he wants to spend most of his +time fishing," was Bartlett's comment. + +"You're mistaken, Harry. My father, and other men too, considered him +one of the greatest detectives in the world, even though he sometimes +worksin a very peculiar and apparently uninterested man- +ner." +"All right then, Viola. If you say so, I'll look +up this wonderful detective for you and get him to +take hold of the case." + + + +CHAPTER VI + +BY A QUIET STREAM + + +Drooping willows dipped their pendant branches in the stream that foamed +and rippled over green, mossy stones. In a meadow that stretched fair +and wide on either side of the water, innumerable grasshoppers were +singing their song of summer. On a verdant bank reclined a man, whose +advanced age might be indicated in his whitening locks, but whose bright +eyes, and the quick, nervous movements as he leafed the pages of a small, +green-covered book, made negative the first analysis. A little distance +from him, where the sun beat down warmly, unhindered by any shade, +lolled a colored man whose look now and then strayed to the reading +figure. + +A glance over the shoulder of the reader, were one so impolite as to take +that liberty, would have disclosed, among others, this passage on the +printed page: + + "But yet you are to note, that as you see some willows or palm trees + bud and blossom sooner than others do, so some trouts be, in rivers, + sooner in season; and as some hollies or oaks are longer before they + cast their leaves, so are some trouts in rivers longer before they + go out of season." + +The gray-haired man closed the book, thereby revealing the title +"Walton's Compleat Angler," and looked across the stream. The sunlight +flickered over its rippling surface, and now and then there was a splash +in the otherwise quiet waters - a splash that to the reader was +illuminating indeed. + +"Shag !" he suddenly exclaimed, thereby galvanizing into life the +somnolent negro. + +"Yes, sah, Colonel! Yes, sah!" came the response. + +"Hum! Asleep, weren't you?" + +"Well, no, sah. Not zactly asleep, Colonel. I were jest takin' the +fust of mab forty winks, an' - " + +"Well, postpone the rest for this evening. I think I'll make some casts +here. I don't expect any trout, my friend Walton to the contrary. +Besides they're out of season now. But I may get something. Get me the +rod, Shag!" + +"Yes, sah, Colonel! Yes, sah!" + +And while the fishing paraphernalia was being put in readiness by his +colored servant, Colonel Robert Lee Ashley once more opened the little +green book, as though to draw inspiration therefrom. And he read: + + "Only thus much is necessary for you to know, and to be mindful and + careful of, that if the pike or perch do breed in that river, they + will be sure to bite first and must first be taken. And for the most + part they are very large." + +"Well, large or small, it doesn't much matter, so I catch some," +observed the colonel. + +Then he carefully baited the hook, after he had taken the rod and line +from Shag, who handled it as though it was a rare object of art; which, +indeed, it was to his master. + +"I think we shall go back with a fine mess of perch, Shag," observed the +fisherman. + +"Yes, sah, Colonel, dat's what we will," was the cheerful answer. + +"And this time we won't, under any consideration, let anything interfere +with our vacation, Shag." + +"No, sah, Colonel. No, sah!" + +"If you see me buying a paper, Shag, mind, if you ever hear me asking if +the last edition is out, stop me at once." + +"I will, Colonel." + +"And if any one tries to tell me of a murder mystery, of a big robbery, +or of anything except where the fish are biting best, Shag, why, you +just - " + +"I'll jest natchully knock `em down, Colonel! Dat's what I'll do!" +exclaimed the colored man, as cheerfully as though he would relish such +"Well, I can't advise that, of course," said the colonel with a smile, +"but you may use your own judgment. I came here for a rest, and I don't +want to run into another diamond cross mystery, or anything like it." + +"No, sah, ColQnel. But yo' suah did elucidate dat one most expeditious +like. I nevah saw sech - " + +"That will do now, Shag. I don't want to be reminded of it. I came +here to fish, not to work, nor hold any post-mortems on past cases. Now +for it!" and the elderly man cast in where a little eddy, under the +grassy bank, indicated deep water, in which the perch or other fish might +lurk this sunny day. + +And yet, in spite of his determination not to recall the details of the +diamond cross mystery to which Shag had alluded, Colonel Ashley could +not help dwelling on one or two phases of what, with justifiable pride, +he regarded as one of the most successful of his many cases. + +Colonel Robert Lee Ashley was a detective by instinct and profession, +though of late years he had endeavored, but with scant success, to turn +the more routine matters of his profession over to his able assistants. + +To those who have read of his masterly solution of the diamond cross +mystery the colonel needs no introduction. He was a well known character +in police and criminal circles, because of his success in catching many +a slippery representative of the latter. + +He had served in the secret service during the Spanish-American war, and +later had become the head of the police department of a large Eastern +city. From that he had built up a private business of his own that +assumed large proportions, until advancing age and a desire to fish and +reflect caused him virtually to retire from active work. And now, as he +had so often done before, he had come to this quiet stream to angle. + +And yet, even as he dropped his bait into the water, he could not keep +his active mind from passing in rapid review over some of the events of +his career - especially the late episode of the Darcy diamond cross. + +"Well, I'm glad I helped out in that case," mused the colonel, as he sat +up more alertly, for there came a tremor to his line that told much to +his practiced and sensitive hands. + +A moment later the reel clicked its song of a strike, and the colonel +got first to his knees and then to his feet as he prepared to play his +fish. + +"I've hooked one, Shag !" he called in a low but tense voice. "I've +hooked one, and I think it's a beauty!" + +"Yes, sah, Colonel! Yes, sah! Dat's fine! I'll be ready as soon as +yo' is!" + +Shag caught up a landing net, for, though the colonel was not +anticipating any gamy fish in this quiet, country stream, yet for such +as he caught he used such light tackle that a net was needed to bring +even a humble perch to shore. + +"I've got him, Shag! I've got him!" the colonel cried, as the fish +broke water, a shimmering shower of sparkling drops falling from his +sides. "I've got him, and it's a bass, too! I didn't think there were +any here! I've got him !" + +"Yes, sah, Colonel! Yo' suah has !" exclaimed the delighted George +Washington Shag. "You suah has got a beauty!" + +And as Shag started forward with the landing net, while the colonel was +playing with the skill of long years of practice the fish which had +developed unexpected fighting powers, there was a movement among the +bushes that lined the stream below the willows, and a young man, showing +every evidence of eagerness, advanced toward the fisherman. Shag saw +him and called: + +"Keep back! Keep back, sah, if yo' please! De Colonel, he's done got +a bite, an' - " + +"Bite! You mean that something's bitten him?" asked the young man, for he +could not see the figure of the colonel, who, just then, in allowing the +bass to have a run, had followed him up stream. + +"No, he's catchin' a fish - he's got a strike - a big one! Don't +isturb him." + + "But I must see him. I've come a long distance to - " + +"Distance or closeness don't make no mattah of diffunce to de colonel +when he's got a bite, sah! I'm sorry, but I can't let yo' go any closer, +an' I'se got to go an' land de fish. Aftah dat, if you wants to hab a +word wif de colonel, well, maybe he'll see yo', sah," and Shag, with a +warning gesture, like that of a traffic policeman halting a line of +automobiles, started toward the colonel, who was still playing his fish. + +Harry Bartlett, for he it was who had thus somewhat rudely interrupted +the detective's fishing, stopped in the shade of the willows, somewhat +chagrined. He had come a long way for a talk, and now to be thus held +back by a colored man who seemed to have no idea of the importance of +the mission was provoking. + +But there was something authoritative in Shag's manner, and, being a +business man, Harry Bartlett knew better than to make an inauspicious +approach. It would be as bad as slicing his golf ball on the drive. + +So he waited beside the silent stream, not so silent as it had been, for +it was disturbed by the movements, up and down, of Colonel Ashley, who +was playing his fish with consummate skill. + +Seeing a little green book on the grass where it had fallen, Harry +Bartlett picked it up. Idly opening the pages, he read: + + "There is also a fish called a sticklebag, a fish without scales, + but he hath his body fenced with several prickles. I know not + where he dwells in winter, nor what he is good for in summer, but + only to make sport for boys and women anglers, and to feed other + fish that be fish of prey, as trout in particular, who will bite + at him as at a penk, and better, if your hook be rightly baited + with him; for he may be so baited, as, his tail turning like a + sail of a windmill, will make him turn more quick than any penk + or minnow can." + +"I guess I've got the right man," said Harry Bartlett with a smile. + + + +CHAPTER VII + +THE INQUEST + + +"Ready, now, Shag! Ready!" called Colonel Ashley, in tense tones. +"Ready with the net!" + +"Yes, sah! All ready!" + +"I've got him about ready for you! And he's better than I thought !" + +"Yes, sah, Colonel! I won't miss!" + +"If you do you may look for another place!" At this dire threat Shag +turned as white as he would ever become, and took a firmer grip on the +"Ready now, Shag !" called the colonel, at the same time directing his +helper to come down the bank toward a little pool whither he was leading +the now well-played fish. "Ready!" + +Shag did not speak, but while the colonel slowly reeled in and the tip +of the slender pole bent like a bow, he slipped the net into the water, +under the fish, and, a moment later, had it out on the grass. + +"There!" exclaimed the famous detective, with a sigh of relief. "There +he is, and as fine a fish as I've ever landed in these parts! +Now, Shag - " + +But there came an interruption. Reasoning that now was a most +propitious time to make his appeal, Harry Bartlett advanced to where +the colonel and Shag were bending over the panting bass. As the +detective, with a smart blow back of its head, put his catch out of +misery, Bartlett spoke. + +"Excuse me," he said, deferentially enough, for he saw the type of man +with whom he had to deal, "but are you not Colonel Ashley?" + +"I am, sir!" and the colonel looked up as he slipped the fish into his +grass-lined creel. + +"I am Mr. Bartlett. I followed you here from New York, and I wish to - " + +"If it's anything about business, Mr. Bartlett, let me save your time +and my own - both valuable, I take it - by stating that I came here to +fish, and not to talk business. Excuse me for putting it thus bluntly, +but I see no reason for many words. I can not consider any business. +That is all attended to at my New York office, and I am surprised that +they should even have given you my address. I told them not to." + +"It was no easy matter to get it, Colonel, I assure you," and - Bartlett +smiled genially. "And please don't blame any one in your office for +disclosing your whereabouts. I did not get your address from them, I +assure you." + +"From whom, then, if I may ask?" + +"From Spotty." And again Bartlett smiled. + +"What? Spotty Morgan ?" + +"Yes." + +"Are you - do you know him?" and the detective could not keep the +interest out of his voice. + +"Rather well. I saved him from drowning once some years ago, and he +hasn't forgotten it. It was at a summer resort, and Spotty, though he +is a good swimmer, didn't estimate the force of the undertow. I pulled +him out just in time." + +"Strange," murmured the colonel. "A strange coincidence." + +"I beg pardon," said Harry politely. + +"Oh, nothing," went on the detective. "Only, as it happens, Spotty +saved my life some time ago. It's just a coincidence, that's all. So +Spotty gave you my address, did he?" + +"Yes. I had called at your New York office, and, as you say, your +clerks had orders not to disclose your whereabouts. I used every +cajolery and device of which I was master, but it was no avail. I +urged the importance it was to myself and others to know where you were, +but they were obdurate. I was coming out, much disappointed, when I +saw Spotty emerging from an inner office. He knew me at once, though it +is years since we met, and going down in the elevator I mentioned that I +was looking for you. I told him something of the reason for wanting to +find you and - Well, he told me you were here." + +"And he is about the only person in New York outside of my most +confidential man who could have done that," observed the colonel, as he +slowly reeled up his line. "One reason why the clerks in my office +could not give you my address was because they did not have it. So +Spotty, who must just have finished his bit, told." + +"But please don't hold that against him," urged Bartlett. "If he +violated a confidence - " + +"He did, in a way, yes," observed the disciple of Izaak Walton. "But I +shall have to forgive him, I suppose. It must have been rather a strong +reason that induced him to tell you where I had gone." + +"It was, Colonel Ashley, the strongest reason in the world. It is to +help clear up the mystery - " + +"Stop!" fairly shouted the colonel. "If it's a detective case I don't +want to hear it! Not a word! Shag, show this gentleman the door - I +beg your pardon, I didn't mean to be rude," went on the colonel with +his usual politeness. "But I really can not listen. I came here to +rest and fish, not to take up new detective cases. You know where my +office is. They will attend to you there. I have given up business +for the time being." + +"And yet, Colonel Ashley, the person who sent me will have no one but +you. She says you are the only one who can get at the bottom of the +puzzling case." + +In spite of himself the colonel's face lighted up at the words "puzzling +case," but as his eyes fell on the creel containing his fish he turned +aside. "No," he said, "I am sorry, but I can not listen to you. Shag, +kindly - " + +Harry Bartlett was not a successful business man for nothing. He knew +how to make an appeal. "I came to see you at the request of Miss Viola +Carweil," he said slowly. "She sent me to find you - told me not to +come back to her without you. A change came over the colonel's face at +the mention of Viola's name. + +"You came from her - from the daughter of Horace Carwell?" he asked +quickly. + +"I did," answered Bartlett. + +"Well, of course, that might make a difference. I hope my old friend is +not in trouble - nor his daughter," and there was a new quality in the +voice. + +"Mr. Carwell's troubles are all over - if he had any," returned Bartlett +simply. + +"You mean - " + +"He is dead." + +The colonel uttered an exclamation. + +"Pardon my rather brusk reception of you," he apologized. "I did not +know that. Was it recently - suddenly?" + +"Both recently and suddenly." + +"I did not know that I seldom read the papers, and have not looked at +one lately. I had not heard that he was ill." + +"`He wasn't, Colonel Ashley. Mr. Carwell died very suddenly on the +Maraposa Golf Club links, after making a stroke that gave him the +championship." + +"Heart disease or apoplexy ?" + +"Neither one. It was poison." + +"You amaze me, Mr. - er - Mr. - " + +"Bartlett. Yes, Mr. Carwell died of poison, asthe autopsy showed." + +"`Was he - did he - " + +"That is what we want to find out," interrupted the messenger eagerly. +"The county physician says Mr. Carwell is a suicide. His daughter, Miss +Viola, can not believe it. Nor can I. There has been some talk that his +affairs are involved. As you may have known, he was somewhat of a - " + +"His sporting proclivities were somewhat different from mine," said the +old detective dryly. "You needn't explain. Every man must live his own +life. But tell me more." + +Thereupon Bartlett gave the details as he knew them, bearing on the +death of the father of the girl he loved. + +"And she sent you to find me?" asked the detective. + +"Yes. Miss Viola said you were an old friend of her father's, and if +any one could solve the mystery of his death you could. For that there +is a mystery about it, many of us believe." + +"There may be. Poison is always more or less of a mystery. But just +what do you want me to do?" + +"Come back with me if you will, Colonel Ashley. Miss Carwell wants you +to aid her - aid all of us, for we are all at sea. Will you? She sent +me to plead with you. I went to your New York office, and from Spotty +Morgan learned you were here. I - " + +"I suppose I shall have to forgive Spotty," murmured the fisherman. + +"They told me at the hotel you had come here," went on Bartlett, "so I +followed. I was lucky in finding you." + +"I don't know about that," murmured the colonel, smiling. "It may be +unfortunate. Well, I am deeply shocked at my old friend's death - and +such a tragic taking off. Horace Carwell was my very good friend. He +once did me a great service, when I needed money badly, by helping me +make an investment in copper that turned out extremely well. I feel +myself under obligations to him; and, since he is no more, I must +transfer that obligation to his daughter." + +"Then you'll come with me to see her, Colonel Ashley?" + +"Yes. Shag, pack up! We're going back to civilization." + +The colored man's face was a study. He looked at the quiet stream, at +the drooping willows, at the fish rod in his master's hand, and at the +creel. He opened his mouth and spoke: + +"But, Colonel, yo' done tole me t' - " + +"No matter what I told you, Shag, these are new orders. Pack up!" came +the crisp command. "We're going back to town. I'll do what I can in +this case," he went on to Bartlett. "I came here for some quiet fishing, +and to get my mind off detective work. I was dragged into a diamond +cross mystery not long since, sorely against my will, and now - " + +"I am sorry - " began Bartlett. + +"Oh, well, it can't be helped," the colonel said. "I'd give up more +than a fishing trip for a daughter of Horace Carwell. You may let her +know that I'll come, if it will give her any comfort. Though, mind +you," the colonel's manner was impressive, "I promise nothing." + +"That is understood," said Bartlett eagerly. "I'll wire her that you +are coming. There's a train that leaves right after supper. We can get +that - " + +"I'll take it !" decided the colonel. Now that he had given up his +cherished fishing he was all business again. "Shag!" + +"Yes, sah, Colonel!" + +"Pack up for the evening train. Give that fish to the cook and have it +served for Mr. Bartlett and myself. You'll dine with me," he went on. +It was an order, not an invitation, but Bartlett understood, and +accepted with a bow. + +A few hours later he and the colonel left the little town where the +detective had gone for such a short vacation, and were on their way to +Lakeside, which they reached early in the morning. + +"Now if you'll tell me the best hotel to stop at here," said the colonel, +as they alighted from the train, "I'll put up there and see Miss Carwell +"She requested me to bring you at once to her home," said Bartlett. "You +are to be her guest. She thought perhaps you would want to examine the - +to see Mr. Carwell's body - before - " + +"Oh, yes. I suppose I had better. Then the funeral has not been held?" + +"No, it was postponed at the request of the county physician." + +"Has there been a coroner's inquest?" + +"No. None was deemed necessary at the time I left, at the solicitation +of Miss Carwell, to get you." + +"I see. Inquests are less often held in New Jersey than in some of the +other states. Well, then I suppose I may as well go to the Carwell home +with you." + +"Yes. I wired for my car to meet us. It's here I see. Right over here." + +Bartlett led the way, the colonel following, and Shag bringing up the +rear with the bags. + +As the machine started from the station Bartlett looked up to the +morning sky. There was a little speck in it, no larger than a man's +hand. It grew larger, and became an osprey on its way to the sea in +search of a fish. + +As the car drew up in front of the Carwell mansion, from the bell of +which fluttered a dismal length of crepe, a man stepped from the shadow +of the gate posts and held out a paper to Harry Bartlett. + +"What is it?" asked Bartlett. + +"A subpoena," was the rather gruff answer. + +"A subpoena? What for?" + +"The coroner's inquest. You'll have to appear and give evidence. +They're going to have an inquest to find out more about Mr. Carwell's +death. That's all I know. I'm from police headquarters. I was told to +wait around here, as you were expected, and to serve that on you. Don't +forget to be there. It's a court order," and the man slunk away. + +"An inquest," murmured Bartlett, as he looked at the paper in his hand. +"I thought they weren't going to have any," and he glanced quickly at +Colonel Ashley. + + + +CHAPTER VIII + +ON SUSPICION + + +Colonel Robert Lee Ashley was used to surprises. This was natural, +considering his calling, and at some of the surprises he was a silent +spectator, while at others he furnished the surprise. In this case he +served in his former capacity, merely noting the rather startled look on +the face of Harry Bartlett when handed the subpoena to the coroner's +inquest. + +"I thought they weren't going to have any," Bartlett repeated, but +whether to himself in a sort of daze, to Colonel Ashley, or to the man +from headquarters was not clear. At any rate Colonel Ashley answered +him by saying: + +"You never can tell what Jersey justice is going to do. Coroner's +inquests are not usual in this state, but they are lawful." + +"But why do they consider one necessary?" asked Bartlett, as they +prepared to enter the house of death. + +"That, my dear sir, I don't know. Perhaps the county physician may have +requested it, or the prosecutor of the pleas. He may want to be backed +up by the verdict of twelve men before taking any action." + +"But if Mr. Carwell's death was due to suicide who can be held guilty +but himself?" + +"No one. But I thought you said there was a doubt as to its being +suicide," commented the detective. + +"Miss Carwell doubts," returned Bartlett; "and I admit that it does seem +strange that a man of Mr. Carwell's character would do such a thing, +particularly when he had shown no previous signs of being in trouble. +But you can never tell." + +"No, you can never tell," agreed Colonel Ashley, and none knew, better +than himself, how true that was. + +"But why should they subpcena me?" asked Bartlett. + +"Don't fret over that," advised his companion, with a calm smile. "You +probably aren't the only one. A coroner's inquest is, as some one has +said, a sort of fishing excursion. They start out not expecting much, +not knowing what they are going to get, and sometimes they catch +nothing - or no one - and again, a big haul is made. It's merely a sort +of clearing house, and I, for one, will be glad to listen to what is +brought out at the hearing." + +"Well, then I suppose it will be all right," assented the young man, but +the manner in which he looked again at the legal document was distinctly +nervous. + +"Had we better tell - her ?" and he motioned tothe house, on the steps +of which they stood, Shag having pressed the bell for his master. + +"Miss Carwell probably knows all about it," said Colonel Ashley. + +They found Viola waiting for them in the library, passing on their way +the darkened and closed room which held all that was mortal of the late +owner of The Haven - no, not quite all of him, for certain portions +were, even then, being subjected to the minute and searching analysis of +a number of chemists, under the direction of the county prosecutor. + +"It was very good of you to come, Colonel Ashley," said Viola quietly. +"I appreciate it more than I can express - at this time." + +"I'm very glad to come," said the colonel as he held her hand in his +warm, firm clasp. "I am only sorry that it was necessary to send for +me on such an occasion. Believe me, I will do all I can for you, Miss +Carwell. Your father was my very good friend." + +"Thank you. What most I want is to clear my father's name from the +imputation of having - of having killed himself," and she halted over +the words. + +"You mean that you suspect - " began Colonel Ashley. + +"Oh, I don't know what to think, and certainly I don't dare suspect any +one!" exclaimed Viola. "It is all so terrible! But one thing I would +like all father's friends to know - that he did not take his own life. +He would not do such a thing." + +"Then," said Colonel Ashley, "we must show that it was either an +accident - that he took the fatal dose by mistake or that some one gave +it to him. Forgive me for thus brutally putting it, but that is what +it simmers down to." + +"Yes, I have thought of that," returned Viola, and her shrinking form +and the haunted look in her eyes told what an ordeal it was for her. +"I leave it all to you, Colonel Ashley. Father often spoke of you, and +he often said, if ever he had any mystery to clear up, that you were +the only man he would trust. Now that I am alone I must trust you," and +she smiled at the colonel. It was something of her former smile - a +look that had turned many a man's head, some even as settled in life +and years as Colonel Ashley. + +"Well, I'll do my best for the sake of you and your father," replied the +detective. "I don't mind saying that I hoped I was done with all +mystery cases, but fate seems to be against me. + +"Mind, I am not complaining!" he said quickly, as he saw Viola about to +protest. "It's just my luck. And I can't promise you anything. From +what Mr. Bartlett told me, there seem to be very few suspicious +circumstances connected with the case." + +"I realize that," answered Viola. "And that makes it all the stranger. +But tell me, Colonel, haven't you often found that the cases which, at +first, seemed perfectly plain and simple, afterward turned out to be the +most mysterious?" + +"Jove, but that's true !" exclaimed the former soldier. "You spoke the +truth then, Miss Viola. My friend Izaak never put a statement more +plainly. And that's the theory I always go on. Now then, let me have +all the facts in your possession. And you too, "he added, turning to +Bartlett. "You might remain while Miss Carwell talks to me, and you can +add anything she may forget, while she can do the same in your case. I +suppose you know there is to be a coroner's inquest?" he added to the +girl. + +"Yes," she answered. "I have received a subpoena. I think it is well +to have it, for it will show the public how mistaken a verdict arrived +at when all the facts are not known may be. I shall attend." + +"I just received a summons," said Bartlett, and he seemed to breathe +more easily. + +"Shag - Where's that black boy of mine?" exclaimed the colonel. + +"I sent him to the servants' quarters," said Miss Mary Carwell, coming +in just then. "How do you do, Colonel Ashley. I don't know whether you +remember me, but - " + +"Indeed I do. And I remember that the last time I dined with you we had +chicken and waffles that - well, the taste lingers yet!" and the colonel +bowed gallantly, which seemed to please Miss Carwell very much indeed. +"So you have looked after Shag, have you?" + +"Yes. We have plenty of spare rooms, and I thought you'd want him near +you." + +"I want him this moment," said the detective. "If you will be so good +as to send him here I'll get him to open my bag and take out a note-book +I wish to use." + +A little later Colonel Ashley had thrown himself heart and soul into the +"Golf Course Mystery," as he marked it on a page in his note-book. + +On the preceding page were the last entries in a case, the beginning of +which was inscribed "The Diamond Cross Mystery." It was thus that +Colonel Ashley kept the salient facts of his problems before him as he +worked. + +Between them Viola Carwell and Harry Bartlett told the colonel such +facts leading up to the death of Mr. Carwell as they knew. They spoke +of the day of the big golf matches, and the exhilaration of Mr. Carwell +as he anticipated winning the championship contest. + +The scene at the links was portrayed, the little excitement among the +parked cars, caused, as developed later, by a blaze in a machine +standing next the big red, white, and blue car belonging to Mr. Carwell, +and then the sudden collapse of Carwell as he make his winning stroke. +The finding of some peculiar poison in the stomach and viscera of the +dead man was spoken of, and then Viola made her appeal again for a +disclosure of such truth as Colonel Ashley might reveal. + +"I'll do my best," he promised. "But I believe it will be better to +wait until after the inquest before I take an active part. And I think +I can best work if I remain unknown - that is if it is not published +broadcast that I am here in my official capacity." + +To this Viola and Bartlett agreed. As neither of them had, as yet, +spoken of bringing the colonel into the case, it was a comparatively +easy matter to pass him off as an old friend of the family; which, in +truth, he was. + +So Colonel Ashley was given the guest chamber, Shag was provided with +comfortable quarters, and then Viola seemed more content. + +"I know," she said to her aunt, "that the truth will be found out now." + +"But suppose the truth is more painful than uncertainty, Viola?" + +"How can it be?" asked the girl, as tears filled her eyes. + +"I don't know," answered Miss Carwell softly. "It is all so terrible, +that I don't believe it can be any worse. But we must hope for the +best. I trust business matters will go along all right. I confess I +don't like the forgetting, on the part of LeGrand Blossom, of attending +to the bank matter." + +"It was probably only an oversight." + +"Yes. But it has started a rumor that your poor father's affairs might +not be in the best shape. Oh, dear, it's all so terrible!" + +But there were other terrors to come. + +Following his plan of acting merely as a guest and an old friend of the +family who had journeyed from afar to attend the funeral, Colonel Ashley +went about as silent as though on a fishing trip. He looked and +listened, but said little. He was not yet ready for a cast. He was but +inspecting the stream - several streams, in fact, to see where he could +best toss in his baited hook. + +And it was in this same spirit that he attended the coroner's inquest, +which was held in the town hall. Over the deliberations, which were, at +best, rather informal, Coroner Billy Teller presided. + +The office of coroner was, in Lakeside, as in most New Jersey cities or +towns, much of an empty title. At every election the names of certain +men were put on the ticket to be voted for as coroners. + +Few took the trouble to ballot for them, scarcely any one against them, +and they were automatically inducted into office by reason of a few votes. + +Just what their functions were few knew and less cared. There used to +be a rumor, perhaps it is current yet in many Jersey counties, that a +coroner was the only official who could legally arrest the sheriff in +case that official needed taking into custody. As to the truth of this +it is not important. + +Certain it is that Billy Teller had never before found himself in such +demand and prominence. He was to act in the capacity of judge, though +the verdict in the case, providing one could be returned, would be given +by the jury he might impanel. + +There was a large throng in attendance at the town hall when the inquest +began. Reporters had been sent out by metropolitan papers, for Horace +Carwell was a well known figure in the sporting and the financial world, +and the mere fact that there was a suspicion that his death was not from +natural causes was enough to make it a good story. + +Billy Teller was, frankly, unacquainted with the method of procedure, +and he confessed as much to the prosecutor, an astute lawyer. As the +latter would have the conducting of the case for the state in case it +came to a trial in the upper courts, Mr. Stryker saw to it that legal +forms were followed in the selection of a jury and the swearing in of +the members of the panel. Then began the taking of testimony. + +The doctors told of the finding of evidences of poison in Mr. Carwell's +body. Its nature was as yet undetermined, for it was not of the common +type. + +This much Dr. Lambert stated calmly, and without attempting to go into +technical details. Not so Dr. Baird. He spoke learnedly of Reinsch's +test for arsenic, of Bloxam's method, of the distillation process. He +juggled with words, and finally, when pinned down by a direct but homely +question from Billy Teller, admitted that he did not know what had +killed Mr. Carwell. + +Testimony to the same effect was given by several chemists who had +analyzed the stomach and viscera of the dead man. There was a sediment +of poison present, they admitted, and sufficient had been extracted in +a free state to end the lives of several guinea pigs on which it had +been tested. But as to the exact nature of the poison they could not +yet say. More time for analysis was needed. + +It was certain that Mr. Carwell had come to his death by an active +agent in the nature of some substance, as yet unknown, which he +either swallowed purposely, by accident, or because some one gave it +to him either knowingly or unknowingly. This was a sufficiently broad +hypothesis on which to base almost anything, thought Colonel Ashley, as +he sat and listened in the corner of the improvised courtroom. + +There was a stir of excitement and anticipation when Viola was called, +but beyond testifying that her father was in his usual health when he +went with her to the golf game, she could throw no light on the puzzle, +nor could the dead man's sister or any of the servants. + +"Call Jean Forette," said the prosecutor, and the chauffeur, a decidedly +nervous man on whom the excitement of testifying plainly told, came to +the stand. + +He made a poor showing, and there were several whispers that ran around +the courtroom, but poor Jean's rather distressing manner was improved +when Mr. Stryker took him in hand to question him. The prosecutor, +observing that the man was more frightened than anything else, soon put +him at his ease, and then the witness told a clear and connected story. +He admitted frankly that because he had not the faculty, or, perhaps, +the desire to drive the big, new car, he and his late employer were to +part company at the end of the month. That was no secret, and there +were no hard feelings on either side. It was in the course of business, +and natural. + +Yes, he had driven Mr. Carwell and his daughter to the links that day in +the big red, white and blue machine. Mr. Carwell had been in his usual +jolly spirits, and had greeted several acquaintances on the road. + +Had they stopped at any place? Oh, yes. The golfer was thirsty, and +halted at a roadhouse for a pint of champagne - his favorite wine. Jean +had alighted from the car to get it for him, and Viola, recalled to the +stand, testified that she had seen her father drink some of the bubbling +liquor. It was obvious why she had not spoken of it before, and that +point was not pressed. It was known she did not share her father's love +for sports and high living. + +A little delay was caused while the innkeeper was sent for, but pending +his arrival some other unimportant witnesses were called, among them +Major Wardell, who was Mr. Carwell's rival in the golf game. + +Had he heard his friend speak of feeling ill? No, not until a moment +before the final stroke was made. Then Mr. Carwell had said he felt +"queer," and had acted as though dizzy. The major, who was himself +quite a convivial spirit, attributed it to some highballs he and his +friend had had in the clubhouse just prior to the game. + +Mr. Carwell had drunk nothing during his round of golf, and had +associated during the progress of the game with no one except the +players who were with him from the start to the finish. He was not seen +to have taken any tablets or powders that might have contained poison, +and a thorough search of his person and clothing after his death had +revealed nothing. + +At this point the innkeeper appeared. He testified to having served Mr. +Carwell's chauffeur with a pint of champagne which Jean Forette was seen +to carry directly from the cafe to the waiting automobile. The champagne +was from a bottle newly opened, and the innkeeper himself had selected a +clean glass and carefully washed it before pouring in the wine. He knew +Mr. Carwell was fastidious about such matters, as he had often spent +many hours in the roadhouse. + +"LeGrand Blossom!" + +Now something might come out. It was known that Blossom was Mr. +Carwell's chief clerk, and more than one person knew of the impending +partnership, for Mr. Carwell was rather talkative at times. + +"Mr. Blossom," asked the prosecutor, after some preliminary questions, +"it has been intimated - not here but outside - that the financial +affairs of Mr. Carwell were not in such good shape as might be wished. +Do you know anything about this?" + +"I do, sir. + +"Tell what you know." + +"I know he was hard pushed for money, and had to get loans from the bank + and otherwise." + +"Was that unusual?" + +"Yes, it was. Before he bought the big car and the yacht he carried a +good balance. But I told him - " + +"Never mind what you told him or he told you. That is not admissible +under the circumstances. Just tell what you know." + +"Well, then I know that Mr. Carwell's affairs were in bad shape, and +that he was trying to raise some ready cash." + +"How do you know this?" + +"Because he asked me to put a large sum into his business and become a +member of the firm." + +"He asked you to invest money and become a partner?" + +"Yes." + +"Well, that is not unusual, is it? Many a business man might do the +same if he wanted to branch out, mightn't he + ?" + +"Yes. But before this Mr. Carwell had offered to take me into +partnership without any advance of money on my part. Then he suddenly +said he needed a large sum. He knew I had inherited eleven thousand +dollars and had, moreover, made from investments." + +"And did you agree to it?" + +"I said I'd think it over. I was to give him my answer the day he died." + +"Did you?" + +"No." + +"What would have been your answer?" + +"It would have been 'no.' I didn't think I wanted to tie up with a man +who was on the verge of ruin; and if you ask me I'll say I think he +committed suicide because he was on the verge of financial ruin and +couldn't face the music, and - " + +"That will do!" came sternly from the prosecutor. "We didn't ask your +opinion as to the suicide theory, and, what is more, we don't want it. +I ask, your honor," and he turned to Billy Teller, who was secretly +delighted at being thus addressed, "that the last remark of the witness +be stricken from the record." + +"Rub it out," ordered the coroner, looking over at the stenographer; and +the latter, with a smile, ran his pen through the curious hooks and +curves that represented the "opinion" of LeGrand Blossom. + +He was allowed to leave the stand, and Harry Bartlett was called next. +He nodded and smiled at Viola as he walked forward through the crowd, +and Captain Poland, who was sitting in front, waved his hand to his +rival. For the young men were friends, even if both were in love with +Viola Carwell. + +"Mr Bartlett," began the prosecutor, after some unimportant preliminary +questions, "I haye been informed that you had a conversation with Mr. +Carwell shortly before his death. Is that true?" + +"Yes, we had a talk." + +Viola started at hearing this - started so visibly that several about +her noticed it, and even Colonel Ashley turned his head. + +"What was the nature of the talk?" asked Mr. Stryker. + +"That I can not tell," said Bartlett firmly. "But it had nothing to do +with the matter in hand." + +There was a rustle of expectancy on hearing this, and the prosecutor +quickly asked: + +"What do you mean by `the matter in hand'?" + +"Well, his death." + +"Naturally you didn't talk about his death, for it hadn't taken place," +said Mr. Stryker. "Nor could it have been foreseen, I imagine. But +what did you talk about?" + +"I decline to answer." + +There was a gasp that swept over the courtroom, and Billy Teller banged +the gavel as he had seen real judges do. + +"You decline to answer," repeated the prosecutor. "Is it on the ground +that it might incriminate you?" + +"No" + +"Then I must insist on an answer. However, I will not do so now, but at +the proper time. I will now ask you one other question, and I think you +willanswer that. Did you resume friendly relations with Mr. Carwell +after your quarrel with him that day?" and Mr. Stryker fairly hurled the +question at Harry Bartlett. + +If this was a trap it was a most skillfully set one. For there must be +an answer, and either no or yes would involve explanations. + +"Answer me!" exclaimed the prosecutor. "Did you make up after the +quarrel?" + +There was a tense silence as Bartlett, whose face showed pale under his +tan, said: + +"I did not." + +"Then you admit that you had a quarrel with Mr. Carwell?" + +"Yes, but - " + +Just at this moment Viola Carwell fainted in the arms of her aunt, the +resultant commotion being such that an adjournment was taken while she +was carried to an anteroom, where Dr. Lambert attended her. + +"We will resume where we left off," said the prosecutor, when Bartlett +again took the stand, and it might have been noticed that during the +temporary recess one of the regular court constables from the county +building at Loch Harbor remained close at his side. "Will you now state +the nature of your quarrel with Mr. Carwell?" asked Mr. Stryker. + + "I do not feel that I can." + +"Very well," was the calm rejoinder. "Then, your honor," and again +Billy Teller seemed to swell with importance at the title, "I ask that +this witness be held without bail to await a further session of this +court, and I ask for an adjournment to summon other witnesses." + +"Granted," replied Teller, who had been coached what to answer. + +"Held!" exclaimed Bartlett, as he rose to his feet in indignation. +"You are going to hold me! On what grounds?" + +"On suspicion," answered the prosecutor. + +"Suspicion of what?" + +"Of knowing something concerning the death of Mr. Carwell." + +An exclamation broke from the crowd, and Bartlett reeled slightly. He +was quickly approached by the same constable who had remained at his +side during the recess, and a moment later Coroner Billy Teller +adjourned court. + + + +CHAPTER IX + +58 C. H.- I6I* + + +There was considerable excitement when it became known to the crowd, as +it speedily did, that Harry Bartlett, almost universally accepted as the +fiance of Viola Carwell, had been held as having vital knowledge of her +father's death. Indeed there were not a few wild rumors which insisted +that he had been held on a charge of murder. + + "Oh, I can't believe it! I can't believe it!" exclaimed Viola, +when they told her. "It can't be possible that they can hold him on +such a charge. It's unfair!" + +"Perhaps," gently admitted Dr. Lambert. "The law is not always fair; but +it seeks to know the truth." + +Viola and her aunt were again in the room where Viola had been revived +from her indisposition caused by the shock of Bartlett's testimony. +Colonel Ashley, who, truth to tell, had been expecting some such summons, +went with Dr. Lambert. + +"Oh, isn't it terrible, Colonel?" began Viola. "Have they a right +to - to lock him up on this charge?" + +"It isn't exactly a charge, Viola, my dear, and they have, I am sorry to +say, a right to lock him up. But it will not be in a cell." + +"Not in a - a cell ?" + +"No, as a witness, merely, he has a right to better quarters; and I +understand that he will be given them on the order of the prosecutor." + +"He'll be in jail, though, won't he?" + +"Yes; but in very decent quarters. The witness rooms are not at all +like cells, though they have barred windows." + +"But why can't he get out on bail?" asked Viola, rather petulantly. +"I'm sure the charge, absurd as it is, is not such as would make them +keep him locked up without being allowed to get bail. I thought only +murder cases were not bailable." + +"That is usually the case," said Colonel Ashley. "But if this is not a +suicide case it is a murder case, and though Harry is not accused of +murder, in law the distinction is so fine that the prosecutor, doubtless, +feels justified in refusing bail." + +"But we could give it - I could - I have money!" cried Viola. "Aunt +Mary has money, too. You'd go his bail, wouldn't you?" and the girl +appealed to her father's sister. + +"Well, Viola, I - of course I'd do anything for you in the world. You +know that, dearie. But if the law feels that Harry must be locked up I +wouldn't like to interfere." + + "Oh, Aunt Mary !" + +"Besides, he says he did quarrel with your father," went on Miss Carwell. +"And he won't say what it was about. I don't want to talk about any one, +Vi, but it does look suspicious for Mr. Bartlett." + +"Oh, Aunt Mary! Oh, I'll never forgive you for that!" and poor Viola +broke into tears. + +They left the courtroom and returned to The Haven. Harry Bartlett sent +a hastily written note to Viola, asking her to suspend judgment and +trust in him, and then he was taken to the county jail by the sheriff + - being assured that he would be treated with every consideration and +lodged in one of the witness rooms. + +"Isn't there some process by which we could free him?" asked Viola. +"Seems to me I've heard of some process - a habeas corpus writ, or +something like that." + +"Often persons, who can not be gotten out of the custody of the law in +any other way, may be temporarily freed by habeas corpus proceedings," +said Colonel Ashley. "In brief that means an order from the court, +calling on the sheriff, or whoever has the custody of a prisoner, to +produce his body in court. Of course a live body is understood in such +cases. + +"But such an expedient is only temporary. Its use is resorted to in +order to bring out certain testimony that might be the means of freeing +the accused. In this case, if Harry persisted in his refusal not to tell +about the quarrel, the judge would have no other course open but to +return him to jail. So I can't see that a habeas corpus would be of any +service." + +"In that case, no," sighed Viola. "But, oh, Colonel Ashley, I am sure +something can be done. You must solve this mystery!" + +"I am going to try, my dear Viola. I'll try both for your sake and that +of the memory of your father. I loved him very much." + +The day passed, and night settled down on the house of death. Throughout +Lakeside and Loch Harbor, as well as the neighboring seaside places, +talk of the death of Mr. Carwell under suspicious circumstances +multiplied with the evening editions of many newspapers. + +Colonel Ashley in his pleasant room at The Haven - more pleasant it would +have been except for the dark chamber with its silent occupant - was +putting his fishing rod together. There came a knock on the door, and +Shag entered. + +"Oh !" he exclaimed at the sight of the familiar equipment. "Is we - is +yo' done on dish yeah case, Colonel?" + +"No, Shag. I haven't even begun yet." + +"But - " + +"Yes, I know. I've just heard that there's pretty good fishing at one +end of the golf course that's so intimately mixed up in this mystery, +and I don't see why I shouldn't keep my hand in. Come here, you black +rascal, and see if you can make this joint fit any better. Seems to me + the ferrule is loose." + +"Yes, sah, Colonel, I'll `tend to it immejite. I - er I done brung +in - you ain't no `jections to lookin' at papers now, has you?" he asked +hesitatingly. For when he went fishing the mere sight of a newspaper +sometimes set Shag's master wild. + +"No," was the answer. "In fact I was going to send you out for the +latest editions, Shag." + +"I'se done got `em," was the chuckling answer, and Shag pulled out from +under his coat a bundle of papers that he had been hiding until he saw +that it was safe to display them. + +And while Shag was occupied with the rod, the colonel read the papers, +which contained little he did not already know. + +The next day he went fishing. + +It was on his return from a successful day of sport, which was added +to by some quiet and intensive thinking, that Viola spoke to him in +the library. The colonel laid aside a paper he had been reading, and +looked up. + +In lieu of other news one of the reporters had written an interview with +Dr. Baird, in which that physician discoursed learnedly on various +poisons and the tests for them, such as might be made to determine what +caused the death of Mr. Carwell. The young doctor went very much into +details, even so far as giving the various chemical symbols of poison, +dwelling long on arsenious acid, whose symbol, he told the reporter, was +As2O5, while if one desired to test the organs for traces of strychnine, +it would be necessary to use "sodium and potassium hydroxide, ammonia and +alkaline carbonate, to precipitate the free base strychnine from aqueous +solutions of its salts as a white, crystalline solid," while this +imposing formula was given: + + "C21H22 + NaOH C21H22 + H20 + NaNO3." + +And so on for a column and a half. + +"Oh, Colonel! Have you found out anything yet?" the girl besought. + +"Nothing of importance, I am sorry to say." + +"But you are working on it?" + +"Oh, yes. Have you anything to tell me?" + +"No; except that I am perfectly miserable. It is all so terrible. And +we can't even put poor father's body in the grave, where he might rest." + +"No, the coroner is waiting for permission from the prosecutor. It +seems they are trying to find some one who knows about the quarrel +between Harry and your father." + +"I don't believe there was a quarrel - at least not a serious one. +Harry isn't that kind. I'm sure he is not guilty. Harry Bartlett had +nothing to do with his death. If my father was not a suicide - " + +"But if he was not a suicide, for the sake of justice and to prove Harry +Bartlett innocent, we must find out who did kill your father," said the +colonel. + +"You don't believe Harry did it, do you?" Viola asked appealingly. + +Colonel Ashley did not answer for a moment. Then he said slowly: + +"My dear Viola, if some one were ill of a desperate disease, in which +the crisis had not yet been passed, you would not expect a physician to +say for certainty that such a person was to recover, would you?" + +"No." + +"Well, I am in much the same predicament. I am a sort of physician in +this mystery case. It has only begun. The crisis is still far off, and +nothing can be said with certainty. I prefer not to express an opinion." + +"I'm not afraid!" cried Viola. "I know Harry Bartlett is not guilty!" + +"If he is not - who then?" asked the colonel. + +"Oh, I don't know! I don't know what to think! I suspect - No, I +mustn't say that - Oh, I'm almost distracted!" And, with sobs shaking +her frame, Viola Carwell rushed from the room. + +Colonel Ashley looked after her for a moment, as though half of a mind +to follow, and then, slowly shaking his head, he again picked up the +paper he had been reading, delving through a maze of technical poisoning +detection formulae, from Vortmann's nitroprusside test to a consideration +of the best method of estimating the toxicity of chemical compounds by +blood hemolysis. The reporter and young Dr. Baird certainly left little +to the imagination. + +Colonel Ashley read until rather late that evening, and his reading was +not altogether from Izaak Walton's "Compleat Angler." He delved into +several books, and again read, very carefully, the artide on the effects +of various poisons as it appeared in the paper he had been glancing over +when Viola talked with him. + +As the colonel was getting ready to retire a servant brought him a note. +It was damp, as though it had been splashed with water, and when the +detective had read it and had noted Viola's signature, he knew that her +tears had blurred the writing. + +"Please excuse my impulsiveness," she penned. "I am distracted. I know +Harry is not guilty. Please do something!" + +"I am trying to," mused the colonel as he got into bed, and turned his +thoughts to a passage he had read in Walton just before switching off +his light. It was an old rhyme, the source of which was not given, but +which seemed wonderfully comforting under the circumstances. It was a +bit of advice given by our friend Izaak, and as part of what a good +fisherman should provide specified: + "My rod and my line, my float and my lead, + My hook and my plummet, my whetstone and knife. + My basket, my baits, both living and dead, + My net and my meat (for that is the chief): + Then I must have thread, and hairs green and small, + With mine angling purse - and so you have all." + +"And," reflected Colonel Ashley, as he dozed off, "I guess I'll need all +that and more to solve this mystery." + +The detective was up betimes the next morning, as he would have said had +he been discoursing in the talk of Mr. Walton, and on going to the window +to fill his lungs with fresh air, he saw a letter slipped under his door. + +"From Viola, I imagine," he mused, as he picked it up. "Unless it's +from Shag, telling me the fish are biting unusually well. I hope +they're not, for I must do considerable to-day, and I don't want to be +tempted to stray to the fields. + + "It isn't from Shag, though. He never could muster as neat a pen as +this. Nor yet is it from Viola. Printed, too! The old device to +prevent detection of the handwriting. Well, mysterious missive, what +have you to say this fine morning?" + +He opened the envelope carefully, preserving it and not tearing the +address, which, as he had said, was printed, not written. It bore his +name, and nothing else. + +Within the envelope was a small piece of paper on which was printed this: + + "Ask Miss Viola what this means. 58 C. H. - 161*." + +Colonel Ashley read the message through three times without saying a +word. Then he held the paper and envelope up to the light to see if they +bore a water mark. Neither did, and the paper was of a cheap, common +variety which might be come upon in almost any stationery store. The +colonel read the message again, looked at the back and front of the +envelope, and then, placing both in his pocket, went down to breakfast, +the bell for which he heard just as he finished his simple breathing +exercises. + +The morning papers were at his place, which was the only one at the +table. Either Viola and her aunt had already breakfasted, or would do +so later. The colonel ate and read. + +There was not much new in the papers. Harry Bartlett was still held as +a witness, and the prosecutor's detectives were still working on the +case. As yet no one had connected Colonel Ashley officially with the +matter. The reporters seemed to have missed noting that a celebrated + - not to say successful - detective was the guest of Viola Carwell. It +was an hour after the morning meal, and the colonel was in the library, +rather idly glancing over the titles of the books, which included a +goodly number on yachting and golfing, when Viola entered. + +"Oh, I didn't know you were here !" she exclaimed, drawing back. + +"Oh, come in! Come in !" invited the colonel. "I am just going out. I +was wondering if there happened to be a book on chemistry here - or one +on poisons." + +"Poisons!" exclaimed the girl, half drawing back. + +"Yes. I have one, but I left it in New York. If there happened to be +one - Or perhaps you can tell me. Did you ever study chemistry?" + +"As a girl in school, yes. But I'm afraid I've forgotten all I ever +knew." + +"My case, too," said the colonel with a laugh. "Then there isn't a book +giving the different symbols of chemicals ?" + +"Not that I know of," Viola answered. "Still I might help you out if it +wasn't too complicated. I remember that water is H two 0 and that +sulphuric acid is H two S 0 four. But that's about all." + +"Would you know what fifty-eight C H one sixty-one, with a period after +the C, a dash after the H and a star after the last number was?" the +colonel asked casually. + +Viola shook her head. + +"I'm afraid I wouldn't," she answered. "That is too complicated for me. +Isn't it a shame we learn so much that we forget?' + +"Still it may have its uses," said the colonel. "I'll have to get a +book on chemistry, I think." + +He turned to go out. + +"Have you learned anything more?" Viola asked timidly. + +"Nothing to speak about," was the answer. + +"Oh, I wish you would find out something - and soon," she murmured. +"This suspense is terrible!" and she shuddered as the detective went out. + +It was late that afternoon when Colonel Ashley, having seen Miss Mary +Carwell and Viola walking at the far end of the garden, went softly up +the stairs to the room of the girl who had summoned him to The Haven. +With a skill of which he was master he looked quickly but carefully +through Viola's desk, which was littered with many letters and telegrams +of condolence that had been answered. + +Colonel Ashley worked quickly and silently, and he was about to give up, +a look of disappointment on his face, when he found a slip of paper in +one of the pigeon holes. And the slip bore this, written in pencil: + + 58 C. H. - I6I* + + + +CHAPTER X + +A WATER HAZARD + + +"Isn't there some place where you can take her for a few days - some +relative's where she can rest and forget, as much as possible, the +scenes here?" + +"Yes, there is," replied Miss Mary Carwell to Colonel Ashley's question. +"I'll go with her myself to Pentonville. I have a cousin there, and +it's the quietest place I know of, outside of Philadelphia," and she +smiled faintly at the detective. + +"Good!" he announced. "Then get her away from here. It will do you +both good." + +"But what about the case - solving the mystery? Won't you want either +Viola or me here to help you?" + +"I shall do very well by myself for a few days. Indeed I shall need the +help of both of you, but you will be all the better fitted to render it +when you return. So take her away - go yourself, and try to forget as +much of your grief as possible." + +"And you will stay - " + +"I'll stay here, yes. Shag and I will manage very nicely, thank you. +I'm glad you have colored help. I can always get along with that kind. +I've been used to them since a boy in the South." + +And so Viola and Miss Carwell went away. + +It was after the sufficiently imposingly somber funeral of Horace +Carwell, for since the adjourned inquest - adjourned at the request of +the prosecutor - it was not considered necessary to keep the poor, +maimed body out of its last resting place any longer. It had been +sufficiently viewed and examined. In fact, parts of it were still in +the hands of the chemists. + +"And now, Shag, that we're left to ourselves - " said Colonel Ashley, +when Viola and Miss Carwell had departed the day following the funeral, +"now that we are by ourselves - " + +"I reckon as how you'll fix up as to who it were whut done killed de +gen'man, an' hab him `rested, won't yo', Colonel, sah?" asked Shag, +with the kindly concern and freedom of an old and loved servant. + +"Indeed I'll do nothing of the sort!" exclaimed Colonel Ashley. "I'm +going fishing, Shag, and I'll be obliged to you if you'll lay out my +Kennebec rod and the sixteen line. I think there are some fighting fish +in that little river that runs along at the end of the golf course. Get +everything ready and then let me know," and the colonel, smoking his +after-breakfast cigar, sat on the shady porch of The Haven and read: + + "0, Sir, doubt not that angling is an art: is it + not an art to deceive a trout with an artificial fly? + a trout! that is more sharp-sighted than any hawk + you have named, and more watchful and timorous + than your high-mettled merlin is bold; and yet I + doubt not to catch a brace or two to-morrow for a + friend's breakfast." + +"Um," mused the colonel. "Too bad it isn't the trout season. That +passage from Walton just naturally makes me hungry for the speckled +beauties. But I can wait. Meanwhile we'll see what else the stream +holds. Shag, are you coming?" + +"Yes, sah! Comm' right d'rectly, sah! Yes, sah, Colonel!" and Shag +shuffled along the porch with the fishing tackle. + +And so Colonel Ashley sat and fished, and as he fished he thought, for +the sport was not so good that it took up his whole attention. In fact +he was rather glad that the fish were not rising well, for he had entered +into this golf course mystery with a zest he seldom brought to any case, +and he was anxious to get to the bottom. + +"I didn't want to get into that diamond cross affair, but I was dragged +in by the heels," he mused. "And now, just because some years ago Horace +Carwell did me a favor and enabled me to make money in the copper market, +I am trying to find out who killed him, or if, in a fit of despondency, +he killed himself." + +"And yet, if it was despondency, he disguised it marvelously well. And +if it was an accident it was a most skillful and fateful one. How he +could swallow poison and not know it is beyond me. And now to consider +who might have given it to him, arguing that it was not an accident" + +The colonel had walked up and down the stream at the turn of the +Maraposa golf course, Shag following at a discreet distance, and, after +trying out several places had settled down under a shady tree at an eddy +where the waters, after rushing down the bed of the small river, met +with an obstruction and turned upon themselves. Here they had worn out +a place under an overhanging bank, making a deep pool where, if ever, +fish might he expected to lurk. + +And there the colonel threw in his bait and waited. + +And now, that I am waiting," he mused, "let me consider, as my friend +Walton would, matters in their sequence. Horace Carwell is dead. Let +us argue that some one gave him the poison. Who was it?" + +And then, like some file index, the colonel began to pass over in his +mind the various persons who had come under his observation, as possible +perpetrators of the crime. + +"Let us begin with one the law already suspects," mused the fisherman. +"Not that that is any criterion, but that it disposes of him in a +certain order - disposes of him or - involves him more deeply," and +the colonel looked to where a ground spider had woven a web in which +a small but helpless grass hopper was then struggling. + +"Could Harry Bartlett have given the poison?" the colonel asked himself. +And the answer, naturally, was that such could have been the case. + +Then came the question: "Why?" + +"Had he an object? What was the quarrel about, concerning which he +refuses to speak? Why is Viola so sure Harry could not have done it? +I think I can see a reason for the last. She loves him as much as he +does her. That's natural. She's a sweet girl!" + +And, being unable to decide definitely as to the status of Harry +Bartlett, Colonel Ashley mentally passed that card in his file and took +up another, bearing the name Captain Gerry Poland. + +"Could he have had an object in getting Horace Carxvell out of the way?" +mused the detective. "At first thought I'd say he could not, and, just +because I would say so, I must keep him on my list. He also is in love +with Viola, - just as much as Bartlett is. I shall list Captain Poland +as a remote possibility. I can't afford to eliminate him altogether, as +it may develop that Mr. Carwell objected to his paying his attentions to +Viola. Well, we shall see." + + +The next mental index card bore the name Jean Forette; and concerning +him Colonel Ashley had secured some information the day before. He had +got, by adroit questioning, a certain knowledge of the French chauffeur, +and this was now spread out on the card that, in fancy, Colonel Ashley +could see in his filing cabinet. + +"Forette? Oh, yes, I know him," the mechanician of the best garage in +Lakeside had told the detective. "He's a good driver, and knows more +about an ignition system than I ever shall. He's a shark at it. But +he's a queer Dick." + +"How do you mean?" + +"Well, sometimes he's a regular devil at driving. Once he had a big +Rilat car in here for repairs. He had to tell me what was wrong with +it, as I couldn't dope it out. Then when we got it running for him, +he took it out for a trial run on the road. Drive! Say, it's a wonder +I have any hair on my head!" + +"Did he go fast?" + +"Fast? Say, a racing man had nothing on that Forette. And yet the next +day, when he came to take the car away, after we'd charged the storage +battery, he drove like a snail. One of my men went with him a little +way, to see that everything was all right, for Mr. Carwell is very +particular - I mean he was - and Forette didn't let her out for a cent +My man was disappointed, for he's a fast devil, too, and he asked the +Frenchman why he didn't kick her along." + +"What did the chauffeur say?" + +"Well, it wasn't so much what he said as how he acted. He was as nervous +as a cat. Kept looking behind to see that no other machine was coming, +and when he passed anything on the road he almost went in the ditch +himself to make sure there was room enough to pass." + +"Seemed afraid, did he?" + +"That's it. And considering how bold he was the day I was out with him, +I put it down that he must have had a few drinks when he took me for a +"Well, I never saw him, but how else can you account for it? Drink will +make a man drive like old Nick, and get away with it, too, sometimes, +though the stuff'll get `em sooner or later. But that's how I sized +it up." + +"He might have taken something other than drink." + +"What do you mean?" + +"Dope!" + +"Oh, yes, I s'pose so, and him bein' French might account for it. +Anyhow he was like two different men. That one day he was as bold as +brass, and I guess he'd have driven one of them there airships if any +one had dared him to. Then, the next day he was like a chap trying for +his license with the motor inspector lookin' on. I can't account for +it. That Jean Forette sure is a card !" + +"Then he really seemed afraid to speed the Dilat car?" + +"That's it. And he spoke of Mr. Carwell going to get a more powerful +French machine. He said then he'd never driven it to the limit, and +didn't want to handle it at all. And he spoke the truth, for I heard +that he and the old man didn't get along at all with that red, white +and blue devil Mr. Carwell imported." + +"So they say. Forette was to leave at the end of the month. Well, I'm +much obliged to you. A friend of mine was going to engage him, but if +he has such a reputation - not reliable, you know, I guess I'll look +farther. Much obliged," and the colonel, who, it is needless to say, +had not revealed his true character to the garage owner, turned aside. + +"Oh, I wouldn't want what I said to keep Forette out of a place!" +protested the man quickly. "If I'd thought that - " + +"You needn't worry. You haven't done him any harm. He's out of a place +anyhow, since Mr. Carwell died, and I'll treat what you told me in strict +confidence." + +"I wish you would. You know we have to be careful." + +"I understand." + +And this information passed again in review before the mind of the +fisherman as he took Jean Forette's card from the pack. + +"I wonder if he can be a dope fiend?" mused the colonel. "It's worth +looking up, at any rate. He'd be a bad kind to drive a car. I'm glad +he isn't in my employ, and I'm better pleased that he won't take Viola +out. This dope - bad stuff, whether it's morphine, cocaine, or +something else. We'll just keep this card up in front where we can +get at it easily." + +The next mental card had on it the name of LeGrand Blossom. + +"Curious chap, him," mused the detective. "He's very fond of the sound +of his own voice, particularly where he can get an audience, as he had +at the inquest. Well, I don't know anything about you, Mr. Blossom, +neither for nor against you, but I'll keep your card within reach, also. +Can't neglect any possibilities in cases like this. And now for some +others." + +There were many cards in the colonel's index, and he ran rapidly over +them as he waited for a bite. They bore the names of many members of +the golf and yachting clubs of which Mr. Carwell had been a member. +There were also the names of the household servants, and the dead man's +nearest relatives, including his sister and Viola. But the colonel did +not linger long over any of these memoranda. The card of Viola Carwell, +however, had mentally penciled on it the somewhat mystic symbol +58 C. H. - i6i* and this the colonel looked at from every angle. + +"I really must get a book on chemistry," he mused. "I may need it to +find out what kind of dope Forette uses - if he takes any." + +And thus the colonel sat in the shade, beside the quiet stream, the +little green book by his side. But he did not open it now, and though +his gaze was on his line, where it cut the water in a little swirl, he +did not seem to see it. + +"Shag!" suddenly exclaimed the colonel, breaking a stillness that was +little short of idyllic. + +"Yes, sah, Colonel! Yes, sah!" and the colored man awoke with a skill +perfected by long practice under similar circumstances. + +"Shag, the fishing here is miserable!" + +"Yes, sah, Colonel. Shall we-all move?" + +"Might as well. I haven't had a nibble, and from the looks of +everything - even the evidence of Mr. Walton himself - it ought to have +been a most choice location. However, there will be other days, and - " + +The colonel's voice was cut short by a shrill call from his delicate +reel, and a moment later he had leaped to his feet and cried: + + "Shag, I'm a most monumental liar!" + +"Yes, sah, Colonel. Dat's whut yo' suah is !" + +"I've got the biggest bite I ever had! Get that landing net and see if +you can forget that you're a cross between a snail and a mud turtle!" +cried the colonel excitedly. + +"Yes, sah!" + +Shag moved on nimble feet, and presently stood down on the shore, near +the edge of the stream, while the colonel, on the bank above the eddy, +played the fish that had taken his bait and sought to depart with it to +some watery fastness to devour it at his leisure. But the hook and +tackle held him. + +Up and down in the pool rushed the fish, and the colonel's rod bent to +the strain, but it did not break. It had been tested in other +piscatorial battles and was tried and true. + +The battle progressed, not so unequal as it might seem, considering the +frail means used to ensnare the big fish. And the prize was gradually +being brought within reach of the landing net. + +"Get ready now, Shag!" ordered the colonel. + +"Yes, sah, I'se all ready!" + +There was a final rush and swirl in the water. Shag leaned over, his +eyes shining in delight, for the fish was an extraordinarily large one. +He was about to scoop it up in the net, to take the strain off the rod +which was curved like a bow, when there came a streak of something white +sailing through the air. It fell with a splash into the water so close +to the fish that it must have bruised its scaly side, and then, in some +manner, the denizen of the stream, either in a desperate flurry, or +because the blow of the white object broke its hold on the hook, was +free, and with a dart scurried back into the element that was life itself. + +For a moment there was portentous silence on the part of Colonel Ashley. +He gazed at his dangling line and at the straightened pole. Then he +solemnly said: + +"Shag!" + +"Yes, sah, Colonel!" + +"What happened?" + +"By golly, Colonel! dat's whut I'd laik t' know. Must hab been a +shootin' star, or suffin laik dat! I never done see - " + +At that moment a drawling voice from somewhere back of the fringe of +trees and bushes broke in with: + +"I fancy I made that water hazard all right, though it was a close call. +Which reminds me of the perhaps interesting fact that forty-five and +sixty-four hundredths cylindrical feet of water will weigh twenty-two +hundred and forty pounds, figuring one cubic foot of salt water at +sixty-four and three-tenths pounds, if you get my meaning!" and there +was a genial laugh. + +"Well, I don't get it, and I don't care to," was the rejoinder. "But +I'm ready to bet you a cold bottle that you've gone into instead of over +that water hazard." + +"Done! Come on, we'll take a look!" + + + +CHAPTER XI + +POISONOUS PLANTS + + +Colonel Ashley still stood, holding his now useless rod and line, gazing +first at that, then at Shag and, anon, at the little swirl of the waters, +marking where the big fish had disappeared from view. + +"Shag!" exclaimed the colonel in an ominously, quiet voice. + +"Yes, sah!" + +"Do you know what that was?" + +"No, sab, Colonel, I don't." + +"Well, that was a spirit manifestation of Izaak Walton. It was jealous +of my success and took that revenge. It was the spirit of the old +fisherman himself." + +"Good land ob massy!" gasped Shag. "Does yo' - does yo' mean a - ghost?" + +"You might call it that, Shag. Yes, a ghost." + +The colored man looked frightened for a moment, and then a broad grin +spread over his face. + +"Well, sah, Colonel," he began, deferentially,"maybe yo' kin call it dat, +but hit looks t' me mo' laik one ob dem li'l white balls de gen'mens an' +ladies done knock aroun' wif iron-headed clubs. Dat's whut it looks +laik t' me, sah, Colonel," and Shag picked up a golf ball from the water, +where it floated. + +"By Jove!" exclaimed the fisherman. "If it was that - " + +His indignant protest was interrupted by the appearance, breaking through +the underbrush on the edge of the stream, of two men, each one carrying +a bag of golf clubs. + +"Did you - " began one, and then, as he caught sight of Shag holding up +in his black fingers the white ball, there was added: + +"I see you did! Thank you. You were right, Tom. I did go into the +water. I sliced worse than I thought." + +Then the two men seemed, for the first time, to have caught sight of +Colonel Ashley. They noticed his attitude, the dangling line and his +disappointed look. + +"I beg pardon," said the one who had already spoken, "but did we +interfere with your fishing?" + +"Did you interfere with it?" stormed the colonel. "You just naturally +knocked it all to the devil, sir! That's what you did!" And then, as +he saw a curious look on the faces of the two men, he added: + +"I beg your pardon. I shouldn't have said that. I'm an interloper, +I realize - a trespasser. It's my own fault for fishing so near the +golf course. But 1 - " + +"Excuse me," broke in the other man. "But you are Colonel Ashley, +aren't you?" + +"I am." + +"My name is Sharwell - Tom Sharwell, and this is Bruce Garrigan. I +thought I had seen you at the club. Pray excuse our interruption of +your sport. We had no idea any one was fishing here." + +"It's entirely my fault," declared the colonel, as he removed his cap +and bowed, a courtesy the two golfers, after a moment of hesitation, +returned. "I was taking chances when I threw in here." + +"And did we scare the fish?" asked Garrigan. "I suppose so. Never was +much of a fisherman myself. All I know about them is seventeen million, +four hundred and eighty-eight thousand nine hundred and twenty one boxes +of sardines were imported into the United States last year. I read it +in the paper so it must be true. I know I ate the one box." + +"Be quiet, Bruce," said Sharwell in a low voice, but the colonel smiled. +There was no affront to his dignity, as the golfer had feared. + +"I had on a most beautiful catch," said the colonel, "and then what I +thought, at first, was the embodied spirit of Izaak Walton suddenly came +zipping into the water just as Shag was about to land the beauty, and +knocked it off the hook. Since then I have been informed by my servant +that it was no spirit, but a golf ball." + +"It was mine," confessed Garrigan. "I'm all kinds of sorry about it. +Never had the least notion any one was here. Never saw any one fish +here before; did we,Tom ?" + +"Well, I thought there were fish here, and events proved I was right," +said the colonel. "I hope the water isn't posted?" he inquired anxiously, +for he was a stickler for the rights of others. + +"Oh, no, nothing like that!" Garrigan hastened to add. "You're welcome +to fish here as long and as often as you like. Only, as this water +hazard is often played from the fifth hole, it would be advisable to post +a sign just outside the trees, or station your man there to give notice." + +"I'll do it after this," said the colonel, as he reeled in. + +"You're not going to quit just because I was so unfortunate as to spoil +your first catch, are you?" asked Garrigan. + +"I think I'd better," the colonel said. "I don't believe I could land +anything after what happened. The fish must have thought it was a +thunderbolt, from the way that ball landed." + +"I did drive rather hard," admitted Garrigan. "But we can cut this out +of our game, take a stroke apiece and go on with the play. That is, +I'm willing. I don't feel very keen for the game to-day. How about +you, Tom?" + +"I'm ready to quit, and I think the least we can do, considering that we +have spoiled Colonel Ashley's day, is to ask him if he won't share with +usthe bottle I won from you on the water hazard." + +"Done!" exclaimed Garrigan. "There were eleven million, four hundred +and ten thousand six hundred and six dollars' worth of soya beans +imported into the United States in 1917," he added, "which, of course, +has nothing to do with the number of cold bottles of champagne the +steward, at the nineteenth hole, has on the ice for us. So I suggest +that we adjourn and - " + +"I will, on one condition," said Sharwell. + +"What is it ?" asked his companion. + +"That you kindly refrain from telling us how many spools of thread were +sent to the cannibals of the Friendly Islands for the fiscal year ending +June 30, 1884." + +"Done!" cried Garrigan with a laugh. "I'll never hint of it. Colonel, +will you accept our hospitality? I believe you are already put up at +the club?" + +"Yes, Miss Carwell was kind enough to secure a visitor's card for me." + +"Then let's forget our sorrows; drown them in the bubbling glasses with +hollow stems!" cried Garrigan, gayly. + +"Here, Shag," called the colonel, as he gave his rod to his colored +servant. "I don't know when I'll be back." + +"Well said!" exclaimed Sharwell. + +Then they adjourned to the nineteenth hole. + +If it is always good weather when good fellows get together, it was +certainly a most delightful day as the colonel and his two hosts sat on +the shady veranda of the Maraposa Golf Club. They talked of many things, +and, naturally, the conversation veered around to the death of Mr. +Carwell. Out of respect to his memory, an important match had been +called off on the day of his funeral. But now those last rites were +over, the clubhouse was the same gay place it had been. Though more +than one veteran member sat in silent reverie over his cigar as he +recalled the friend who never again would tee a ball with him. + +"It certainly is queer why Harry Bartlett doesn't come out and say what +it was that he and Mr. Carwell had words about," commented Sharwell. +"There he stays, in that rotten jail. Bah! I can smell it yet, for I +called to see if I could do anything. And yet he won't talk." + +"It is queer," said Garrigan. "If he'd only let his friends speak for +him it could be cleared. We all know what the quarrel was about." + +"What?" asked the colonel. He had his own theory, but he wanted to see +how it jibed with another's. + +"It's an old story," went on Bruce Garrigan. "It goes back to the time, +about three years ago, when the fair Viola and Harry began to be talked +about as more than ordinary friends. Just about then Mr. Carwell lost a +large sum of money in a stock deal, or a bond issue, or something - I've +forgotten what - and he always said that Harry and his clique engineered +the plan by which he was mulcted." + +"And did Mr. Bartlett have anything to do with it?" asked the colonel. + +"Well, some say he did, and some say he didn't. Harry himself denied +all knowledge of it. Anyhow the colonel lost a stiffish sum, and some +of Harry's people took in a goodly pile. Naturally there was a bit of +coldness between the families, and I did hear Harry was told his presence +around Viola wasn't desired. + +"If he was so warned he didn't heed it, for they went out together as +much as ever, though I can't say he called at the house very often." + +"And you think it was about this he and Mr. Carwell quarreled just +before Mr. Carwell was stricken?" asked the colonel. + +"I think so, yes," answered Garrigan. "And I think Harry refuses to +admit it, from a notion that it would be dragging in a lady's name. But +it wouldn't be airing anything that isn't already pretty well known. Mr. +Carwell has a violent temper - or he had one - and Harry isn't exactly +an angel when he's roused, though I'll say say for him that I have rarely +seen him angry. And there you are. Boy, another bottle, and have it +colder than the last." + +"Yes," mused the colonel, "there you are - or aren't, according to your +viewpoint." + +And so the day grew more sunshiny and mellow, and Colonel Ashley did not +regret the fish that the golf ball cheated him of, for he added several +new cards to his index file and jotted down, mentally, new facts on some +already in it. + + "Will return to-morrow. Viola too restless here." + +That was the telegram Colonel Ashley received the day following his +acquaintance at the nineteenth hole with Bruce Garrigan and Tom Sharwell. + +"She stayed away longer than I thought she would," mused the detective, +"Yes, sah!" + +"See if that French chauffeur, Forette, can drive me into town." + +"Yes, sah, Colonel." + +A little later Jean brought the roadster to the ront of the house and +waited for Colonel Ashley. The latter came forth holding a slip of +paper in his hand, and, to the chauffeur, he said: + +"Do you know where Dr. Baird lives?" + +"Oh, yes, sir." + +"Take me there, please. He was one of the physicians called in when Mr. +Carwell was poisoned, was he not?" + +"Yes," and the chauffeur nodded and smiled. "You are not ill, I hope, +monsieur. If you are, there is a physician nearer - " + +"Oh, no. I'm all right. I just want to have a talk with the doctor. +Did you ever consult him?" + +"Me? Oh, no, monsieur, I have no need of a doctor. I am never sick. +I feel most excellent!" and certainly he looked it. There was a sparkle +in his eyes - perhaps too brilliant a sparkle, but he did not look like +a "dope fiend." + +"If you are in a hurry," went on the chauffeur, "I can - " + +"No, no hurry," responded the colonel. "Why, do you feel like driving +fast?" + +"Very fast, monsieur. I always like to drive fast, only there is seldom +call for it. Mr. Carwell, he at times would like speed, and again he +was like the tortoise. But as for me - poof! What would you?" and he +shrugged his shoulders and reverted to his own tongue. + +"Hum," mused the colonel. "Rather a different story from the garage +man's. However, we shall see." + +Dr. Baird was in. In fact, being a very young doctor indeed, he was +rather more in than out - too much in to suit his own inclination and +pocketbook, for, as yet, the number of his patients was small. + +"I did not come to see you for myself, professionally," said Colonel +Ashley, as he took a seat in the office, and introduced himself. "I am +trying to establish, for the satisfaction of Miss Carwell, that her +father was not a suicide, and - " + +"What else could it be?" asked Dr. Baird. + +"I do not know. But I read with great interest the interview, you gave +the Globe on the effects and detection of various poisons." + +"Yes?" and young Dr. Baird rubbed his hands in delight, and stroked his +still younger moustache. + +"Yes. And I called to ask what poison or chemical symbol that might be." + +The colonel extended a paper on which was inscribed: + 58 C. H. - I6I* + +That! Hum, why that is not a chemical symbol at all!" promptly declared +Dr. Baird. + + +"Are you sure?" + +"Positive." + +"Could it be some formula for poison?" + +"It could not. Of course that is not to say it could not be some +person's private memorandum for some combination of elements. C might +stand for carbon and H for hydrogen. But that would not make a poison +in the ordinary accepted meaning of the term. I am sure you are +mistaken if you think that is a chemical symbol." + +"I am sure, also," said the detective with a smile. "I just wanted your +opinion, that is all. Then those letters and figures would mean nothing +to you?" + +"Nothing at all. Wait though - " + +Young Dr. Percy Baird looked at the slip again. "No, it would mean +nothing to me," he saidfinally. + +"Thank you," said the colonel. + +He came out of the physician's office to find Jean Forette calmly +reading in his side of the car. The paper was put away at once, and +with a whirr from the self-starter the motor throbbed. + +"It there a free public library in town, Jean?" asked the detective. + +"Yes, monsieur. + +"Take me there." + +The library was one built partly with the money donated by a celebrated +millionaire, and contained a fair variety of books. To the main desk, +behind which sat a pretty girl, marched Colonel Ashley. + +"Have you any books on poisons?" he asked. + +"Poisons?" She looked up at him, startled, a flush mantling her fair +cheeks. + +"Yes. Any works on poisons - a chemistry would do." + +"Oh, yes, we have books on poisons. I'll jot down the numbers for you. +We have not many, I'm afraid. It is - it isn't a pleasant subject." + +"No, I imagine not." + +She busied herself with the card index, and came back to him in a moment +with a slip of paper. + +"I'm sorry," said the pretty girl, "but we seem to have only one book on +poisons, and I'm afraid that isn't what you want. It is entitled +'Poisonous Plants of New Jersey,' and is one of the bulletins of the New +Jersey Agricultural Experiment Station at New Brunswick. But it is out +at present. Here is the number of it, and if it comes in - " + +"I should be glad to see it," interrupted the colonel pleasantly. + +"Here is the number," and the pretty girl extended to him a slip which +read: + 58 C. H - i6i* + +"What is the star for?" asked the colonel. + +"It indicates that the book was donated by the state and was not +purchased with the endowment appropriation," she informed him. + +"And it is out now. I wonder if you could tell me who has it?" + +"Why, yes, sir. Just a moment." + +She looked at some more cards, and came back to him. She looked a bit +disturbed. + +"The book, `Poisonous Plants of New Jersey' was taken out by Miss Viola +Carwell," said the girl. + + + +CHAPTER XII + +BLOSSOM'S SUSPICIONS + + +Characteristic as it was of Colonel Ashley not to show surprise, he +could hardly restrain an indication of it when he reached The Haven, and +found Miss Mary Carwell and Viola there. They were not expected until +the next day, but while her niece was temporarily absent Miss Carwell +explained the matter. + +"She couldn't stand it another minute. She insisted that I should pack +and come with her. Something seemed to drive her home." + +"I hope," said the Colonel gently, "that she didn't imagine that I wasn't +doing all possible, under the circumstances." + +"Oh, no, it wasn't anything like that. She just wanted to be at home. +And I think, too," and Miss Carwell lowered her voice, after a glance at +the door, "that she wanted to see him." + +"You mean - ?" + +"Mr. Bartlett! There's no use disguising the fact that his family and +ours aren't on friendly terms. I think he did a grave injustice to my +brother in a business way, and I'll never forgive him for it. I don't +want to see Viola marry him - that is I didn't. I hardly believe, now, +after he has been arrested, that she will. But there is no doubt she +cares for him, and would do anything to prove that this charge was +groundless." + +"Well, yes, I suppose that's natural," assented the detective. "I'd be +glad, myself, to believe that Harry Bartlett had nothing to do with the +death of Mr. Carwell." + +"But you believe he did have, don't you?" + +"I haven't yet made up my mind," was the cautious answer. "The golf +course mystery, I don't mind admitting, is one of the most puzzling I've +ever run across. It won't do to make up one's mind at once." + +"But my brother either committed suicide, or else he was deliberately +poisoned !" insisted Miss Carwell. "And those of us who knew him feel +sure he would never take his own life. He must have been killed, and +if Harry Bartlett didn't do it who did?" + +"I don't know," frankly replied the colonel. "That's what I'm going to +try to find out. So Miss Viola feels much sympathy for him, does she?" + +"Yes. And she wants to go to see him at the jail. Of course I know +they don't exactly call it a jail, but that's what I call it!" + +Miss Carwell was nothing if not determined in her language. + +"Would you let her go if you were I - go to see him?" she asked. + +"I don't see how you are going to prevent it," replied the colonel. +"Miss Viola is of legal age, and she seems to have a will of her own. +But I hardly believe that she will see Mr. Bartlett." + +"Oh, but she said she was going to. That's one reason she made me come +home ahead of time, I believe. She says she's going to see him, and +what she says she'll do she generally does." + +"However I don't believe she'll see him," went on the detective. "The +prosecutor has given orders since yesterday that no one except Mr. +Bartlett's legal adviser must communicate with him; so I don't believe +Miss Viola will be admitted." + +This proved to be correct. Viola was very insistent, but to no avail. +The warden at the jail would not admit her to the witness rooms, where +Harry Bartlett paced up and down, wondering, wondering, and wondering. +And much of his wonder had to do with the girl who tried so hard to see +him. + +She had sent word by his lawyer that she believed in his innocence and +that she would do all she could for him, but he wanted more than that. +He wanted to see her - to feast his hungry eyes on her - to hold her +hand, to - Oh, well, what was the use? he wearily asked himself. Would +the horrible tangle ever be straightened out? He shook his head and +resumed his pacing of the rooms - for there were two at his disposal. +He was weary to death of the dismal view to be had through the barred +windows. + +"Did you see him?" asked her aunt, when Viola, much dispirited, returned +home. + +"No, and I suppose you're glad of it!" + +"I am. There's no use saying I'm not." + +"Aunt Mary, I think it's perfectly horrid of you to think, even for a +moment, that Harry had anything to do with this terrible thing. He'd +never dream of it, not if he had quarreled with my father a dozen times. +And I don't see what they quarreled about, either. I'm sure I was with +Harry a good deal of the time before the game, and I didn't hear him +and my father have any words." + +"Perhaps, as it was about you, they took care you shouldn't hear." + +"Who says it was about me?" + +"Can't you easily guess that it was, and that's why Harry doesn't want +to tell?" asked Miss Mary. + +"I don't believe anything of the sort!" declared Viola. + +"Well," sighed Miss Carwell, "I don't know what to believe. If your +poor, dear father wasn't a suicide, some one must have killed him, and +it may well have been - " + +"Don't dare say it was Harry!" cried Viola excitedly. "Oh, this is +terrible! I'm going to see Colonel Ashley and ask him if he can't end +this horrible suspense." + +"I wish that as eagerly as you do," said Miss Mary. "You'll find the +colonel in the library. He's poring over some papers, and Shag, that +funny colored man, is getting some fish lines ready; so it's easy enough +to guess where the colonel is going. If you want to speak to him you'd +better hurry. But there's another matter I want to call to your +attention. What about our business affairs? Have we money enough to go +on living here and keeping up our big winter house? We must think of +that, Viola." + +"Yes, we must think of that," agreed the girl. "That's one of the +reasons why I wanted to come back. Father's affairs must be gone into +carefully. He left no will, and the lawyer says it will take quite a +while to find out just how things stand. If only Harry were here to +help. He's such a good business man." + +"There are others," sniffed Miss Mary. "Why don't you ask the colonel + - or Captain Poland?" + +"Captain Poland !" exclaimed Viola, startled. "Yes. He helped us out +in the matter of the bank when more collateral was asked for, and he'll +be glad to go over the affairs with us, I'm sure." + +"I don't want him to!" snapped Viola. "Mr. Blossom is the proper one to +do that. He is the chief clerk, and since he was going to form a +partnership with father he will, most likely, know all the details. +We'll have him up here and ask him how matters stand." + +"Perhaps that will be wise," agreed Miss Carwell. "But I can't forget +how careless LeGrand Blossom was in the matter of the loan your father +had from the bank. If he's that careless, his word won't be worth much, +I'm afraid." + +"Oh, any one is likely to make a mistake," said Viola. "I'll telephone +to Mr. Blossom and ask him to come here and have a talk with us. It +will give me something to think about. Besides - " + +She did not finish, but went to the instrument and was soon talking to +the chief clerk in the office Mr. Carwell maintained while at his +summer home. + +"He'll be up within an hour," Viola reported. "Now I'm going to have a +talk with the colonel," and she hastened to the library. + +The old detective was smoking a cigar, which he hastened to lay aside +when Viola made her entrance, but she raised a restraining hand. + +"Smoke as much as you like," she said. "I am used to it." + +"Thank you," and he pulled forward a chair for her. + +"Oh, haven't you found out anything yet?" she burst out. "Can't you say +anything definite?" + +Colonel Ashley shook his head in negation. + +"I'm sorry," he said softly. "I'm just as sorry about it as you are. +But I have seldom had a case in which there were so many clews that lead +into blind allies. I was just trying to arrange a plan of procedure +that I thought might lead to something." + +"Can you?" she asked eagerly. + +"I haven't finished yet. What I need most is a book on poisons-a +comprehensive chemistry would do, but I haven't been able to find one +around here," and he glanced at the books lining the library walls. +"Your father didn't go in for that sort of thing." + +"No. But can't you send to New York for one?" + +"I suppose I could - yes. I wonder if they might have one in the local +library?" + +"I'm sure I don't know," and Viola leaned over to pick a thread from the +carpet. "I don't draw books from there. When it was first opened I +took out a card, but when I saw how unclean some of the volumes were I +never afterward patronized the place." + +"Then you wouldn't know whether they had a book on poisons, or poison +plants or not?" + +"I wouldn't in the least," she answered, as she arose. "As I said, I +don't believe I have been in the place more than twice, and that was two +years ago." + +"Then I'll have to inquire myself," said the colonel, and he remained +standing while Viola left the room. And for some little time he stood +looking at the door as it closed after her. And on Colonel Ashley's +face there was a peculiar look. + +LeGrand Blossom came to The Haven bearing a bundle of books and papers, +and with rather a wry face - for he had no heart for business of this +nature. Miss Mary Carwell sat down at the table with him and Viola. + +"We want to know just where we stand financially," said Viola. "What is +the condition of my father's affairs, Mr. Blossom?" + +The confidential clerk hesitated a moment before answering. Then he +said slowly: + +"Well, the affairs are anything but good. There is a great deal of +money gone, and some of the securities left are pledged for loans." + +"You mean my father spent a lot of money just before he died?" asked +Viola. + +"He either spent it or - Well, yes, he must have spent it, for it is +gone. The car cost ten thousand, and he spent as much, if not more, +on the yacht." + +"But they can be sold. I don't want either of them. I'm afraid in the +big car," said Viola, "and the yacht isn't seaworthy, I've heard. I +wouldn't take a trip in her." + +"I don't know anything about that," said LeGrand Blossom. "But even if +the car and yacht were sold at a forced sale they would not bring +anything like what they cost. I have gone carefully over your father's +affairs, as you requested me, and I tell you frankly they are in bad +shape." + +"What can be done?" asked Miss Carwell. + +"I don't know," LeGrand Blossom frankly admitted. "You may call in an +expert, if you like, to go over the books; but I don't believe he would +come to any other conclusion than I have. As a matter of fact, I bad a +somewhat selfish motive in looking into your father's affairs of late. +You know I was thinking of going into partnership with him, and - and -" +He did not finish. + +Viola nodded. + +"Perhaps I might say that he was good enough to offer me the chance," +the young man went on. And, as I was to invest what was, to me, a large +sum, I wanted to see how matters were. So I examined the books carefully, +as your father pressed me to do. At that time his affairs were in good +shape. But of late he had lost a lot of money." + +"Will it make any difference to us?" and Viola included her aunt in her +gesture. + +"Well, you, Miss Carwell," and Blossom nodded to the older lady, "have +your own money in trust funds. Mr. Carwell could not touch them. But +he did use part of the fortune left you by your mother," he added to +Viola. + +"I don't mind that," was her steady answer. "If my father needed my +money he was welcome to it. That is past and gone. What now remains +to me?" + +"Very little," answered LeGrand Blossom. "I may be able to pull the +business through and save something, but there is a lot of money lost + - spent or gone somewhere. I haven't yet found out. Your father +speculated too much, and unwisely. I told him, but he would pay no +heed to me." + +"Do you think he knew, before his death, that his affairs were in such +bad shape?" asked the dead man's sister. + +"He must have, for I saw him going over the books several times." + +"Do you think this knowledge impelled him toto end his life?" faltered +Viola. + +LeGrand Blossom considered a moment before answering. Then he slowly +said: + +"It was either that, or - or, well, some one killed him. There are no +two ways about it." + +"I believe some one killed him!" burst out Viola. "But I think the +authorities have made a horrible mistake in detaining Mr. Bartlett," she +added. "Don't you, Mr. Blossom?" + +"I - er - I don't know what to think. Your father had some enemies, it +is true. Every business man has. And a person with a temper easily +aroused, such as - " + +LeGrand Blossom stopped suddenly. + +"You were about to name some one?" asked Viola. + +"Well, I was about to give, merely as an instance, Jean Forette the +chauffeur. Not that I think the Frenchman had a thing to do with the +matter. But he has a violent temper at times, and again he is as meek +as any one I ever knew. But say a person did give way to violent +passion, such as I have seen him do at times when something went wrong +with the hig, new car, might not such a person, for a fancied wrong, +take means of ending the life of a person who had angered him?" + +"I never liked Jean Forette," put in Miss Carwell, "and I was glad when +I heard Horace was to let him go." + +"Do yon think-do you believe he had anything to do with my father's +death?" asked Viola quickly. + +"Not the least in the world," answered the head clerk hastily. "I just +used him as an iliustration." + +"But he quarreled with my father," the girl went on. "They had words, +I know." + +"Yes, they did, and I heard some of them," admitted LeGrand Blossom. +"But that passed over, and they were friendly enough the day of the +golf game. So there could not have been murder in the heart of that +Frenchman. No, I don't mean even to hint at him: hut I believe some +one, angry at, and with a grudge against, your father, ended his life." + +"I believe that, too!" declared Viola firmly. "And while I feel, as you +do, about Jean, still it is a clew that must not be overlooked. I'll +tell Colonel Ashley." + +I fancy he knows it already," said LeGrand Blossom. "There isn't much +that escapes that fisherman." + + + +CHAPTER XIII + +CAPTAIN POLAND CONFESSES + + +When LeGrand Blossom had taken his departure, carrying with him the +books and papers, he left behind two very disconsolate persons. + +"It's terrible!" exclaimed Mr. Carwell's sister. "To think that poor +Horace could be so careless! I knew his sporting life would bring +trouble, but I never dreamed of this." + +"We must face it, terrible as it is," said Viola. "Nothing would matter +if he - if he were only left to us. I'm sure he never meant to spend so +much money. It was just because - he didn't think." + +"That always was a fault of his," sighed Miss Mary, "even when a boy. +It's terrible!" + +"It's terrible to have him gone and to think of the terrible way he was +taken," sighed Viola. "But any one is likely to lose money." + +She no more approved of many of her late father's sporting proclivities +than did her aunt, and there were many rather startling stories and +rumors that came to Viola as mere whispers to which she turned a deaf +ear. Since her mother's death her father had, it was common knowledge, +associated with a fast set, and he had been seen in company with persons +of both sexes who were rather notorious for their excesses. + +"Well, Mr. Blossom will do the best he can, I suppose," said Miss +Carwell, with rather an intimation that the head clerk's best would be +very bad indeed. + +"I'm sure he will," assented Viola. "He knows all the details of poor +father's affairs, and he alone can straighten them out. Oh, if we had +only known of this before, we might have stopped it." + +"But your father was always very close about his matters," said his +sister. "He resented even your mother knowing how much money he made, +and how. I think she felt that, too, for she liked to have a share in +all he did. He was kindness itself to her, but she wanted more than +that. She wanted to have a part in his success, and he kept her out - or +she felt that he did. Well, I'm sure I hope all mistakes are +straightened out in Heaven. It's certain they aren't here." + +Viola pondered rather long and deeply on what LeGrand Blossom had told +her. She made it a point to go for a drive the next afternoon with +Jean Forette in the small car, taking a maid with her on a pretense of +doing some shopping. And Viola closely observed the conduct of the +chauffeur. + +On her return, the girl could not help admitting that the Frenchman +was all a careful car driver should be. He had shown skill and +foresight in guiding the car through the summer-crowded traffic of +Lakeside, and had been cheerful and polite. + +"I am sorry you are going to leave us, Jean," she said, when he had +brought her back to The Haven. + +"I, too, am regretful," he said in his careful English. "But your +father had other ideas, and I - I am really afraid of that big new car. +It is not a machine, mademoiselle, it is - pardon - it is a devil! It +will be the death of some one yet. I could never drive it." + +"But if we sold that car, Jean, as we are going to do - " + +"I could not stay, Miss Viola. I have a new place, and to that I go in +two weeks. I am sorry, for I liked it here, though - Oh, well, of what +use?" and he shrugged his shoulders. + +"Was there something you did not like? Did my father not treat you +well?" asked Viola quickly. + +"Oh, as to that, mademoiselle, I should not speak. I liked your father. +We, at times, did have difference; as who has not? But he was a friend +to me. What would you have? I am sorry!" And he touched his hat and +drove around to the garage. + +As Viola was about to enter the house she chanced to look down the +street and saw Minnie Webb approaching. She looked so thoroughly +downcast that Viola was surprised. + +"Hello, Minnie!" she exclaimed pleasantly. "Anything new or startling?" + +"Nothing," was the somewhat listless reply. "Is there anything new +here?" and Minnie Webb's face showed a momentary interest. + +"I can't say that there is," returned Viola. She paused for a moment. +"Won't you come in?" + +"I don't think so-not to-day," stammered the other girl. And then as +she looked at Viola her face began to flush. "I - I don't feel very +well. I have a terrible headache. I think I'll go home and lie down," +and she hurried on without another word. + +"There is certainly something wrong with Minnie," speculated Viola, as +she looked after her friend. "I wonder if it is on account of LeGrand +Blossom." + +She did not know how much Minnie Webb was in love with the man who had +been her father's confidential clerk and who was now in charge of Mr. +Carwell's business affairs, and, not knowing this, she could, of course, +not realize under what a strain Minnie was now living with so many +suspicions against Blossom. + +Divesting herself of her street dress for a more simple gown, Viola +inquired of the maid whether Colonel Ashley was in the house. When +informed that he had gone fishing with Shag, the girl, with a little +gesture of impatience, took her seat near a window to look over some +mail that had come during her absence. + +As she glanced up after reading a belated letter of sympathy she saw, +alighting from his car which had stopped in front of The Haven, Captain +Gerry Poland. He caught sight of her, and waved his hand. + +"Oh, dear!" exclaimed Viola. "If he hadn't seen me I could have said +I was not at home, but now - " + +She heard his ring at the door and resigned herself to meeting him, but +if the captain had not been so much in love with Viola Carwell he could +not have helped noticing her rather cold greeting. + +"I called," he said, "to see if there was anything more I could do for +you or for your aunt. I saw Blossom, and he says he is working over the +books. I've had a good deal of experience in helping settle up estates +that were involved. I mean - " he added hastily - "where no will was +left, and, my dear Viola, if I could be of any assistance - " + +"Thank you," broke in Viola rather coldly, "I don't know that there is +anything you can do. It is very kind of you, but Mr. Blossom has charge +and - " + +"Oh, of course I realize that," went on Captain Poland quickly. "But I +thought there might be something." + +"There is nothing," and now the yachtsman could not help noticing the +coldness in Viola's voice. He seemed to nerve himself for an effort as +he said: + +"Viola" - he paused a moment before adding - "why can't we be +friends? You were decent enough to me some days ago, and now - Have +I done anything - said anything? I want to be friends with you. +I want to be - " + +He took a step nearer her, but she drew back. + +"Please don't think, Captain Poland, that I am not appreciative of what +you have done for me," the girl said quickly. "But - Oh, I really don't +know what to think. It has all been so terrible." + +"Indeed it has," said the captain, in a low voice. "But I would like to +help." + +"Then perhaps you can !" suddenly exclaimed Viola, and there was a new +note in her voice. "Have you been to see Harry Bartlett in - in jail?" +and she faltered over that word. + +"No, I have not," said the captain, and there was a sharp tone in his +answer. "I understood no one was allowed to see him." + +"That is true enough," agreed Viola. "They wouldn't let me see him, and +I wanted to - so much. I presume you know how he comes to be in prison." + +"It isn't exactly a prison." + +"To him it is-and to me," she said. "But you know how he comes to be +there?" + +"Yes. I was present at the inquest. By the way, they are to resume it +this week, I heard. The chemists have finished their analyses and are +ready to testify." + +"Oh, I didn't know that." + +"Yes. But, speaking of Harry - poor chap - it's terrible, of course, but +he may be able to clear himself." + +"Clear himself, Captain Poland? What do you mean?" and indignant Viola +faced her caller. + +"Oh, well, I mean - " He seemed in some confusion. + +"I want to know something," went on Viola. "Did you bring it to the +attention of the coroner or the prosecutor that Harry Bartlett saw my +father just before-before his death, and quarreled with him? Did you +tell that, Captain Poland?" + +Viola Carwell was like a stem accuser now. + +"Did you?" she demanded again. + +"I did," answered Captain Poland, not, however, without an effort. "I +felt that it was my duty to do so. I merely offered it as a suggestion, +however, to one of the prosecutor's detectives. I didn't think it would +lead to anything. I happened to hear your father and Harry having some +words-about what I couldn't catch-and I thought it no more than right +that all the facts should be brought out in court. I made no secret +about it. I did not send word anonymously to the coroner, as I might +have done. He knew the source of the information, and he could have +called me to the stand had he so desired." + +"Would you have told the same story on the stand?" + +"I would. It was the truth." + +"Even if it sent him - sent Harry to jail?" + +"I would - yes. I felt it was my duty, and - " + +"Oh-duty!" + +Viola made a gesture of impatience. + +"So-you-you told, Captain Poland! That is enough! Please don't try to +see me again." + +"Viola!" he pleaded. "Please listen - " + +"I mean it!" she said, sternly. "Go! I never want to see you again! +Oh, to do such a thing!" + +The captain, nonpiussed for a moment, lingered, as though to appeal from +the decision. Then, without a word, he turned sharply on his heel and +left the room. + +Viola sank on a sofa, and gave way to her emotion. + +"It can't be true! It can't!" she sobbed. "I won't believe it. It +must not be true! Oh, how can I prove otherwise? But I will! I must! +Harry never did that horrible thing, and I will prove it! + +"Why should Captain Poland try to throw suspicion on him? It isn't +right. He had no need to tell the detective that! I must see Colonel +Ashley at once and tell him what I think. Oh, Captain Poland, if I - " + +Viola twisted in her slender hands a sofa cushion, and then threw it +violently from her. + +"I'll see Colonel Ashley at once!" she decided. + +Inquiry of a maid disclosed the fact that the colonel was still fishing, +and from Patrick, the gardener, she learned that he had gone to try his +luck at a spot in the river at the end of the golf course where Patrick +himself had hooked more than one fish. + +"I'll follow him there," said Viola. "I suppose he won't want to be +interrupted while he's fishing, but I can't help it! I must talk to some +one - tell somebody what I think." + +She donned a walking skirt and stout shoes, for the way to the river was +rough, and set out. On the way she thought of many things, and chiefly +of the man pacing his lonely walk back and forth behind windows that had +steel bars on them. + +Viola became aware of some one walking toward her as she neared the bend +of the river whither Patrick had directed her, and a second glance told +her it was the faithful Shag. + +He bowed with a funny little jerk and took off his cap. + +"Is the colonel there?" and she indicated what seemed to be an ideal +fishing place among the willows. + +"He was, Miss Viola, but he done gone now." + +"Gone? Where? Do you mean back to the house?" + +"No'm. He done gone t' N'York." + +"New York?" + +"Yes'm. On de afternoon train. He say he may be back t'night, an' mebby +not `twell mornin'." + +"But New York-and so suddenly! Why did he go, Shag?" + +"I don't know all de `ticklers, Miss Viola, but I heah him say he got +t' git a book on poisons." + +"A book on poisons?" and Viola started. + +"Yes'm. He done want one fo' de case he's wukin' on, an' he can't git +none at de library, so he go to N'York after one. I'se bringin' back +his tackle. De fish didn't bite nohow, so he went away, de colonel did." + +"Oh!" + +Viola stood irresolute a moment, and then turned back toward the house, +Shag walking beside her. + + + +CHAPTER XIV + +THE PRIVATE SAFE + + +Divided as she was among several opinions, torn by doubts and sufferings +from grief, Viola Carwell found distinct relief in a message that awaited +her on her return to the house after her failure to find Colonel Ashley. +The message, given her by a maid, was to the effect: + +"The safe man has come." + +"The who?" asked Viola, not at first understanding. + +"The safe man. He said you sent for him to open a safe and - " + +"Oh, yes, I understand, Jane. Where is he?" + +"In the library, Miss Viola." + +Viola hastened to the room where so many fateful talks had taken place +of late, and found there a quiet man, beside whose chair was a limp +valise that rattled with a metallic jingle as his foot brushed against +it when he arose on her entrance. + +"Have you come from the safe company?" she asked. + +"Yes. I understood that there was one of our safes which could not be +opened, and they sent me. Here is the order," and he held out the paper. + +He spoke with quiet dignity, omitting the "ma'am," from his salutation. +And Viola was glad of this. He was a relief from the usual plumber or +carpenter, who seemed to lack initiative. + +"It is my father's private safe that we wish opened," she said. "He +alone had the combination to it, and he - he is dead," she added softly. + +"So I understood," he responded with appreciation of what her grief must +be. "Well, I think I shall be able to open the safe without damaging it. +That was what you wanted, was it not?" + +"Yes. Father never let any one but himself open the safe when he was +alive. I don't believe my mother or I saw it open more than ten times, +and then by accident. In it he kept his private papers. But, now that +he is - is gone, there is need to see how his affairs stand. The lawyer +tells me I had better open the safe. + +"When we found that none of us knew the combination, and when it was +not found written down anywhere among father's other papers, and when +his clerk, Mr. Blossom, did not have it, we sent to the company." + +"I understand," said the safe expert. "If you will show me - " + +Viola touched a button on the wall, a button so cleverly concealed that +the ordinary observer would never have noticed it, and a panel slid back, +revealing the door of the safe. + +"It was one of father's ideas that his strong box was better hidden this +way," said Viola, with a little wan smile. "Is there room enough for +you to work? The safe is built into the wall." + +"Oh, there is plenty of room, thank you. I can very easily get at it. +It isn't the first safe I've had to work on this way. Many families +have safes hidden like this. It's a good idea." + +He looked at the safe, noted the manufacturer's number, and consulted a +little book he carried with him. Then he began to turn the knob gently, +listening the while, with acute and trained ears, to the noise the +tumblers made as they clicked their way, unseen, amid the mazes of the +combination. + +"Will it be difficult, do you think?" asked Viola. "Will it take you +long?" + +"That is hard to say." + +"Do you mind if I watch you?" she asked eagerly. She wanted something +to take her mind off the many things that were tearing at it as the not +far distant sea tore at the shore which stood as a barrier in its way. + +"Not at all," answered the expert. Then he went on with his work. + +In a way it was as delicate an operation as that which sometimes +confronts a physician who is in doubt as to what ails his patient. There +was a twisting and a turning of the knob, a listening with an ear to the +heavy steel door, as a doctor listens to the breathing of a pneumonia +victim. Then with his little finger held against the numbered dial, the +expert again twirled the nickel knob, seeking to tell, by the vibration, +when the little catches fell into the slots provided for them. + +It was rather a lengthy operation, and he tried several of the more +common and usual combinations without result. As he straightened up to +rest Viola asked: + +"Do you think you can manage it? Can you open it?" + +"Oh, yes. It will take a little time, but I can do it. Your father +evidently used a more complicated combination than is usually set on +these safes. But I shall find it." + +Viola's determination to open the safe had been arrived at soon after +the funeral, when it was found that, as far as could be ascertained, her +father had left no will. A stickler for system, in its many branches +and ramifications, and insisting for minute detail on the part of his +subordinates, Horace Carwell did what many a better and worse man has +done - put off the making of his will. And that made it necessary for +the surrogate to appoint an administrator, who, in this case, Viola +renouncing her natural rights, was Miss Mary Carwell. + +"I'd rather you acted than I," Viola had said, though she, being of age +and the direct heir, could well and legally have served. + +Miss Carwell had agreed to act. Then it became necessary to find out +certain facts, and when they were not disclosed by a perusal of the +papers of the dead man found in his office and in the safe deposit box +at the bank, recourse was had to the private safe. LeGrand Blossom knew +nothing of what was in the strong box-not even being entrusted with the +combination. + +"There! It's open!" announced the expert at length, and he turned the +handle and swung back the door. + +"Thank you," said Viola. Then, as she looked within the safe, she +exclaimed: + +"Oh, there is an inner compartment, and that's locked, too!" + +"Only with a key. That will give no trouble at all," said the man. He +proved it by opening it with the third key he tried from a bunch of many +he took from his valise. + +That was all there was for him to do, save to set the combination with a +simpler system, which he did, giving Viola the numbers. + +"Was it as easy as you thought?" she asked, when the expert was about to +leave. + +"Not quite - no. The combination was a double one. That is, in two +parts. First the one had to be disposed of, and then the other worked." + +"Why was that?" + +"Well, it is on the same principle as the safe deposit boxes in a bank. +The depositor has one key, and the bank the other. The box cannot be +opened by either party alone. Both keys must be used. That insures +that no one person alone can get into the box. It was the same way with +this safe. The combination was in two parts." + +"And did my father set it that way?" + +"He must have done so, or had some one arrange the combination for him." + +"Then he - he must have shared the combination with some one else!" There +was fright in Viola's eyes, and a catch in her voice. + +"Yes," assented the expert. "Either that or he set it that way merely +for what we might call a 'bluff,' to throw any casual intruder off the +track. Your father might have possessed both combinations himself." + +"And yet he might have shared them with - with another person?" + +"Yes." + +"And the other-the other person" - Viola hesitated noticeably over the +word - "would have to be present when the safe was opened?" She did not +say "he" or "she." + +"Well, not necessarily," answered the expert. "He might have had the +combination in two parts, and used both of them himself. It is often +done. Though, of course, he could, at any time, have shared the secret +of the safe with some one else." + +"That would only be in the event of there being something in it that +both he and some other person would want to take out at the same time; +something that one could not get at without the knowledge of the other; +would it not?" + +"Naturally, yes. But, as I say, it might be the other way - that the +double combination was used merely as an additional precaution." + +"Thank you," said Viola. + +She sat for several minutes in front of the opened safe after the expert +had gone, and did not offer to take out any of the papers that were now +exposed to view. There was a strange look on her face. + +"Two persons!" she murmured. "Two persons! Did he share the secrets of +this safe with some one - some one else?" + +Viola reached forth her hand and took hold of a bundle of papers tied +with a red band-tape it was, of the kind used in lawyers' offices. The +bundle appeared to contain letters - old letters, and the handwriting +was that of a woman. + +"I wonder if I had better get Aunt Mary?" mused the girl. "She is the +administrator, and she will have to know. But there are some things I +might keep from her - if I had to." + +She looked more closely at the letters, and when she saw that they were +in the well-remembered hand of her mother she breathed more easily. + +"If he kept - these - it must be - all right!" she faltered to herself. +"I will call Aunt Mary." + +The two women, seeing dimly through their tears at times, went over the +contents of the private safe. There were letters that told of the past + - of the happy days of love and courtship, and of the early married +life. Viola put them sacredly aside, and delved more deeply into the +strong box. + +"It was like Horace to keep something away from every one else," said +his sister. "He did love a secret. But we don't seem to be getting at +anything, Viola, that will tell us where there is any more money, and +that's what we need now, more than anything else. At least you do, if +LeGrand Blossom is right, and you intend to keep on living in the style +you're used to." + +"I don't have to do that, Aunt Mary. Being poor would not frighten me." + +"I didn't think it would. Fortunately I have enough for both of us, +though I won't spend anything on a big yacht nor a car that looks like a +Fourth of July procession, however much I love the Star Spangled Banner. + +"Oh, no, we mustn't dream of keeping the big car nor the yacht," said +Viola. "They are to be sold as soon as possible. I only hope they will +bring a good price. But here are more papers, Aunt Mary. We must see +what they are. Poor father had so many business interests. It's going +to be a dreadful matter to straighten them all out." + +"Well, LeGrand Blossom and Captain Poland will help us." + +"Captain Poland?" questioned Viola. + +"Yes. Why not? He is a fine business man, and he has large interests +of his own. Have you any objection?" + +"Oh, I don't know. Of course not!" she added quickly, as she caught +sight of a rather odd look on her aunt's face. "If we have to - I mean +if you find it necessary, you can ask his advice, I suppose." + +"Wouldn't you?" + +"Why, yes, I believe I would - just as a matter of business." + +Viola's voice was calm and cool, but it might have been because her +attention was focused on a bundle of papers she was taking from the safe. +And a casual perusal of these showed that they had a bearing on subjects +that might explain certain things. + +"Look, Aunt Mary!" the girl exclaimed. "Father seems to have kept a +diary. It tells - it tells about that trouble he had with Harry - Rather, +it wasn't with Harry at all. It was Harry's uncle. It's that same old +trouble father so often referred to. He always declared he was cheated +in a certain business deal, but I always imagined it was because he +didn't make as much money as he thought he ought to. Father was like +that. But see-this puts a different face on it." + +Together they looked over the papers, and among them-among the memoranda, +copies of contracts and other documents - was a diary, or perhaps it +might be called a business man's journal. Both Viola and her aunt were +familiar enough with business to understand the import of what they read. + +It was to the effect that Mr. Amos Bartlett, Harry's paternal uncle, had +been associated with Mr. Carwell in several transactions involving some +big business deals. Mr. Bartlett had been smart enough, by forming a +irectorate within a directorate and by means of a dummy company, to get +a large sum to his credit, while Mr. Carwell was left to face a large +deficit. + +"And Harry Bartlett acted as agent for his uncle in the transactions!" +exclaimed Miss Carwell as she looked over the papers. + +"But I don't believe he knew anything wrong was being done!" declared +Viola. "I'm positive he didn't. Harry isn't that kind of a man." + +"These papers don't say so." + +"Naturally you wouldn't expect father to say a good word for one he +considered his business rival, not to say enemy. I don't believe Harry +had anything more to do with it than he had with - with poor father's +death." + +Miss Carwell said nothing. She was busy looking over some other papers +which the opening of the private safe had revealed. And then, while her +aunt was engaged with these, Viola found a little bundle that had on it +her name. + +For a moment she debated with herself whether or not to open it. The +handwriting was that of her father, and it seemed as though something +stayed her. But she broke the string at last and there tumbled into her +lap some photographs of herself, taken at different ages, a number of +them - in fact, most of them - amateur attempts, some snapped by her +mother and some by her father, as Viola knew from seeing them. She +ecalled some very well - especially one taken on the back of a little +Shetland pony. On the reverse of this picture Mr. Carwell had written: +"My dear little girl!" + +Viola burst into tears, and her aunt, seeing the cause, felt the strings +of her heart being tugged. + +"Well, one thing seems to be proved," said the older woman, when they +were again going over the papers, sorting out some to be shown to the +lawyer who was advising them on the conduct of the estate, "and that is +that your father didn't think very much of Harry Bartlett." + +"That was his fault - I mean father's," retorted Viola. "He had no +reason for it, even with what this paper says. I don't believe Harry +would do such a thing." + +"Do you suppose the quarrel could have been about this?" and Miss +Carwell held out the journal. + +"I don't know what to think," said Viola. "But here is another +memorandum. We must see what this is." + +Together they bent over the remaining documents the safe had given +up - secrets of the dead. + +As they read a strange look came over Viola's face. + +Miss Carwell, perusing a document, recited: + + "Memo. of certain matters between Captain Poland and myself. And + while I think of it let me state that but for his timely and + generous financial aid I would have been ruined by that scoundrel + Bartlett. Captain Poland saved me. And should the stock of the + concern ever be on a paying basis I intend to repay him not only + all he advanced me but any profit I may secure shall be divided + with him in gratitude. That there will be a profit I very much + doubt, though this does not lessen my gratitude to Captain Poland + for his aid." + +There was a little gasp from Viola as she heard this. + +"Captain Poland saved father from possible ruin," she murmured, "and +I - I treated him so! Oh! oh!" + + + +CHAPTER XV + +POOR FISHING + + +"Have a drink, Colonel?" + +"Eh?" + +"I said - Here, boy! A Scotch high and a mint julep." + +Colonel Ashley, roused from his reverie as he sat in his club, gazing +out on the busy, fashionable, hurrying, jostling, worried, happy, sad, +and otherwise throngs that swept past the big Fifth avenue windows, +shifted himself in the comfortable leather chair, and looked at his +cigar. It had gone out, and he decided that it was not worth relighting. + +"Cigars, too!" ordered Bruce Garrigan. + +"Oh, were you speaking to me?" and the colonel seemed wholly awake now. + +"Not only to you, but in your interests," went on Garrigan, with a smile. +"Hope I didn't disturb your nap, but - " + +"Oh, no," the colonel hastened to assure his companion with his usual +affability. "I had finished sleeping." + +"So I inferred. Do you know how many hours, minutes and seconds the +average human being has passed in sleep when he reacnes tne age of +forty-five years?" and Garrigan smiled quizzically. + +"No, sir," answered Colonel Ashley, "I do not." + +"Neither do I," confessed Mr. Garrigan as he sank down in a chair beside +the colonel and accepted the glass from a tray which the much-buttoned +club attendant held out to him. "I don't know, and I don't much care." + +Then, when cigars were glowing and the smoke arose in graceful clouds, +an aroma as of incense shrouding the two as they gazed out on the +afternoon throngs, Garrigan remarked: + +"I didn't know you were here. In fact, I didn't know you were a member +of this club." + +"You wouldn't know it if my attendance here were needed to prove it," +said the colonel with a smile. "I don't get here very often, but I had +to run up on some business, and I found this the most convenient +stopping place." + +"Are you going back to Lakeside?" + +"Oh, yes!" There was prompt decision in the answer. + +"Then you haven't finished that unfortunate affair? You haven't found +out what caused the death of Mr. Carwell?" + +"Oh, yes, I know what killed him." + +"But not who?"] + +"Not yet." + +"Do you hold to the suicide theory?" + +"I don't hold to anything, my dear Mr. Garrigan," answered the colonel, +who was in a sufficiently mellow mood to be amused by the rather vapid +talk of his host - for such he had constituted himself on the ordering +of the drinks and cigars. "That is I haven't such a hold on any theory +that I can't let go and take a new one if occasion warrants it." + +"I see. And so you came up to get away from the rather gruesome +atmosphere down there?" + +"Not exactly. I came up on business - I have a business in New York you +know, in spite of the fact that I am here," and the colonel smiled as he +looked about the room where were gathered men of wealth and leisure, who +did not seem to have a care or worry in the world. + +"Oh, yes, I know that," agreed Garrigan. "Well, has your trip been +satisfactory?" + +"I can't say that it has. In fact it's pretty poor fishing around here, +and I'm thinking of going back. I want to hear the click of the reel +and the music of the brook. I wasn't cut out for a city man, and the +longer I stay here the worse I hate the place, even if I do have a +business here." + +"Then you don't care for - this," and Garrigan waved his hand at the +congestion of automobiles and stages which had come to a halt opposite +the big windows of the exclusive and fashionable club. + +It was four in the afternoon, just when traffic both of automobiles +and pedestrians is at its height on the avenue. Of horse-drawn +equipages they were so few as to be a novelty. + +"I care so little for it that I am going back to-night," the detective +responded. + +"Then you have found what you came looking for?" + +"I told you the fishing was very poor," said the colonel with a smile. +"My friend Mr. Walton, were he alive now, would never forgive me for +deserting the place I left to come here. When did you come up?" + +"Last night. They insisted I had to put in an appearance at the office +merely to take away the salary that's heen accumulating for me - said it +cluttered up the place. So I obliged. Do you know how many automobiles +pass this window every twenty-four hours?" Garrigan asked suddenly. + +"I do not." + +"Neither do I. It would be interesting to know, however. I think I +shall count them, when I have nothing else to do. I understand there is +a checking or tabulating machine made for such purposes. But perhaps I +am keeping you from - " + +"You are merely keeping me from ordering another portion of liquid +refreshment," interrupted the colonel with a smile. "Boy!" + +And once again there was diffused the aroma of mint and the more +pronounced odor of the Scotch. + +"Yes, it's pretty poor fishing," mused the colonel, when Garrigan had +gone off to engage in a game of billiards with some insistent friends, +whose advent the detective was thankful for, as he wanted to be alone. +He was gregarious by nature, but there were times when he had to be +alone, and it was because of this trait in his nature that he had taken +up with the rod and reel, becoming a disciple of Izaak Walton. + +Until dusk began to fall, changing the character of the throngs on the +avenue, the colonel lingered in his easy chair before the broad, plate +windows. And then, as the electric lights began to sparkle, as had the +diamonds on some of the over-dressed women in the afternoon, he arose +and started out. + +"Will you be dining here, sir?" asked one of tke stewards. + +"Mr. Garrigan asked me to inquire, sir, and, if you were, to say that he +would appreciate it if you would be his guest." + +"Thank him for me, and tell him I can't stay." And the colonel, tossing +aside the cigar which had gone out and been frequently relighted, soon +found himself making a part of the avenue's night throng. + +It was a warm summer evening-altogether too warm to be in New York when +one had the inclination and means to be elsewhere, but the colonel, in +spite of the fact that he had been in a hurry to leave the club, seemed +to find no occasion for haste now. + +He sauntered along, seemingly without an object, though the rather +frequent consultations he made of his watch appeared to indicate +otherwise. Finally, he seemed either to have come to a sudden decision +or to have noted the demise of the time he was trying to kill, for with +a last quick glance at his timepiece he put it back into his pocket, +and, turning a corner where there was a taxicab stand, he entered one of +the vehicles and gave an order to the chauffeur. + +"Columbia College-yes, sir!" and the driver looked rather oddly at the +figure of the colonel. + +"Wonder what he teaches, and what he's going up there this time of night +for?" was the mental comment of the chauffeur. "Maybe they have evening +classes, but this guy looks as though he could give em a post-graduate +course in poker." + +Colonel Ashley sat back in the corner of the cab, glad of the rather +long ride before him. He scarcely moved, save when the sway or jolt of +the vehicle tossed him about, and he sat with an unlighted cigar between +his teeth. + +"Yes," he murmnred once, "pretty poor fishing. I might better have +stayed where I was. Well, I'll go back to-morrow." + +Leaving the taxicab, the colonel made his way along the raised plaza on +which some of the college buildings front, and turned into the faculty +club, where he stayed for some time. When he came out, having told his +man to wait, he bore under his arm a package which, even to the casual +observer, contained books. + +"Pennsylvania station," was the order he gave, and again he sat back in +the corner of the cab, scarcely glancing out of the window to note the +busy scenes all about him. + +It was not until he had purchased his ticket and was about to board the +last Jersey Shore train, to take him back to the `scene of the death of +Horace Carwell, that Colonel Ashley, as he caught sight of a figure in +the crowd ahead of him, seemed galvanized into new life. + +For a moment he gazed at a certain man, taking care to keep some women +with large hats between the object of his attention and himself. And +then, as he made sure of the identity, the colonel murmured: + +"Poor fishing did I say? Well, it seems to me it's getting better." + +He looked at his watch, made a rapid calculation that showed him he had +about five minutes before the train's departure, and then he hurried off +to his right and down the stairs that led to the lavatories. + +It was Colonel Robert Lee Ashley, as Bruce Garrigan had seen him at the +Fifth Avenue club, who entered one of the pay compartments where so many +in-coming and out-going travelers may, for the modest sum of ten cents, +enjoy in the railroad station a freshening up by means of soap, towels +and plenty of hot water. + +But it was a typical Southern politician, with slouch hat, long frock +coat, a moustache and goatee, who emerged from the same private wash-room +a little later, carrying a small, black valise. + +"I don't like to do this," said Colonel Ashley, making sure the spirit +gum had set, so his moustache and goatee would not come off prematurely, +"but I have to. This fishing is getting better, and I don't want any of +the fish to see me." + +Then he went down the steps to the train that soon would be whirling him +under the Hudson river, along the Jersey meadows, and down to the cool +shore. He passed through the string of coaches until he came to one +where he found a seat behind a certain man. Into this vantage point the +colonel, looking more the part than ever, slumped himself and opened his +paper. + +"Yes, the fishing is getting better - decidedly better," he mused. "I +shouldn't wonder but what I got a bite soon." + + + +CHAPTER XVI + +SOME LETTERS + + +When Jean Forette, whose month was not quite up and who had not yet +completed arrangements for his new position, alighted from the Shore +Express at Lakeside and made his way-afoot and not in a machine - to the +Three Pines, the picturesque figure of the Southern gentleman followed. + +"I wonder," mused Colonel Ashley, "whether he takes Scotch Highballs or +absinthe, and what dope he mixes with it? Absinthe is rather hard to +get out here, I should imagine, but they might have a green brand of +whiskey they'd sell for it. But that Frenchman ought to know the +genuine stuff. However, we'll see." + +Carrying his limp, leather bag, which had served him in such good stead +when he entered the lavatory, the colonel slouched silently along the +road. It was close to midnight, and there would be no other trains to +the shore that day. + +The lights of the Three Pines glowed in pleasant and inviting fashion +across the sandy highway. Out in front stood several cars, for the +tavern was one much patronized by summer visitors, and was a haven of +refuge, a "life-saving station," as it had been dubbed by those who +fancied they were much in need of alcoholic refreshment. + +Jean Forette entered, and Colonel Ashley, waiting a little and making +sure that the "tap room," as it was ostentatiously called, was +sufficiently filled to enable him to mingle with the patrons without +attracting undue notice, followed. + +He looked about for a sight of the chauffeur, and saw him leaning up +against the bar, sipping a glass of beer, and, between imbibitions, +talking earnestly to the white-aproned bartender. + +"I'd like to hear what they're saying," mused the colonel. "I wonder if +I can get a bit nearer." + +He ordered some rye, and, having disposed of it, took out a cigar, and +began searching in his pockets as though for a match. + +"Here you are!" observed a bartender, as he held out a lighted taper. + +The colonel had anticipated this, and quickly moved down the mahogany +rail toward the end where Jean Forette was standing. At that end was +a little gas jet kept burning as a convenience to smokers. + +"I'll use that," said the colonel. "I don't like the flavor of burnt +wood in my smoke." + +"Fussy old duck," murmured the barkeeper as he let the flame he had +ignited die out, flicking the b1ackened end to the floor. + +And, being careful to keep his face as much as possible in the shadow of +his big, slouch hat, Colonel Ashley lighted his cigar at the gas flame. + +And, somehow or other, that cigar required a long and most careful +lighting. The smoker got the tip glowing, and then inspected it +critically. It was not to his satisfaction, as he drew a few puffs on +it, and again he applied the end to the flame. + +He sent forth a perfect cloud of smoke this time, and it seemed to veil +him as the fog, blowing in from the sea, veils the tumbling billows. +Once more there was a look at the end, but the "fussy old duck" was not +satisfied, and, again had recourse to the flame. + +All this while Colonel Ashley was straining his ears to catch what Jean +Forette was saying to the attendant who had drawn the frothing glass of +beer for him. + +But the men talked in too low a tone, or the colonel had been a bit too +late, for all he heard was a murmur of automobile talk. Jean seemed to +be telling something about a particularly fast car he had formerly driven. + +"The fishing isn't as good as I hoped," mused the colonel. + +Then, as he turned to go out, he heard distinctly: + +"Sure I remember you paying for the drink. I can prove that if you want +me to. Are they tryin' to double-cross you?" + +"Something like that, yes." + +"Well, you leave it to me, see? I'll square you all right." + +"Thanks," murmured Jean, and then he, too, turned aside. + +"There may be something in it after all," was the colonel's thought, and +then he, too, hurried from the Three Pines, passing beneath the big +trees, with their sighing branches, which gave the name to the inn. + +On toward The Haven, through the silence and darkness of the night, went +the detective. And at a particularly dark and lonely place he stopped. +The pungent, clean smell of grain alcohol filled the air, and a little +later a man, devoid of goatee and moustache, passing out into the +starlight, while a black, slouch hat went into the bag, and a Panama, +so flexible that it had not suffered from having been thrust rather +ruthlessly into the valise, came out. + +"I don't like that sort of detective work," mused the colonel, "but it +has its uses." + +Viola Carwell, alone in her room, sat with a bundle of letters on a +table before her. They were letters she had found in a small drawer of +the private safe - a drawer she had, at first, thought contained nothing. +The discovery of the letters had been made in a peculiar manner. + +Viola and Miss Carwell, going over the documents, had sorted them into +two piles - one to be submitted to the lawyer, the other being made up +of obviously personal matters that could have no interest for any but +members of the family. + +Then Miss Carwell had been called away to attend to some household +matters, and Viola had started to return to the safe such of the papers +as were not to go to the lawyer. + +She opened a small drawer, to slip back into it a bundle of letters her +mother had written to Mr. Carwell years before. Then Viola became aware +of something else in the drawer. It was something that caught on the +end of her finger nail, and she was stung by a little prick-like that of +a pin. + +"A sliver-under my nail!" exclaimed Viola. "The bottom of the wooden +drawer must be loose." + +It was loose, as she discovered as soon as she looked in the compartment. +But it was a looseness that meant nothing else than that the drawer had +a false bottom. + +It was not such a false bottom as would have been made use of in the +moving pictures. That is to say it was very poorly made, and an almost +casual glance would have revealed it. All that had been done was to +take a piece of wood the exact size and shape of the bottom of the +drawer, and fit it in. This extra piece of wood covered anything that +might be put in the drawer under it, and then, on top of the false +bottom other things might be placed so that when they were taken out, +and the person doing it saw bare wood, the conclusion would naturally +follow that all the contents of the drawer had been removed. + +But such was not the case. Beneath the smoothfitting piece of wood, +which had sprung loose and been the means of driving a splinter under +Viola's nail, thus apprising her of the fact that there was something +in the drawer she had not seen, had been found some letters. And Viola +had not told her aunt about them. + +"I want to see what they are myself, first," the girl decided. + +Now they were spread out on her dressing table in front of her. She sat +with her glorious blue-black hair unbound, and falling over her shoulders, +which gleamed pink through the filmy thinness of her robe. + +"I wonder if I shall be shocked when I read them?" she mused. + +That was what Viola had been living in continual fear of since her +father's death - that some disclosure would shock her - that she might +come upon some phase of his past life which would not bear the full light +of day. For Horace Carwell had not stinted himself of the pleasures of +life as he saw them. He had eaten and drunk and he had made merry. And +he was a gregarious man - one who did not like to take his pleasures alone. + +And so Viola was afraid. + +The letters were held together with an elastic band, and this gave some +hope. + +"If they were from a woman, he wouldn't have used a rubber band on them," +reasoned Viola. "He was too sentimental for that. They can't be +mother's letters - they were in another compartment. I wonder - " + +Viola had done much wondering since her mother's death, and considerable +of it had been due to the life her father led. That he would marry +again she doubted, but he was fond of the society of the men, and +particularly the women of their own set, and some sets with which Viola +preferred to have nothing to do. + +And if Mr. Carwell had no intentions of marrying again, then his interest +in women - + +But here Viola ceased wondering. + +With a more resolute air she reached forth hand to the bundle of letters +and took one out. There was distinct relief in her manner as she quickly +turned to the signature and read: "Gerry Poland." + +And then, quickly, she ascertained that all the letters comprised +correspondence between her father and the yacht club captain. + +"But why did he hide these letters away?" mused Viola. "They seem to be +about business, as the others were - the others showing that Captain +Poland perhaps saved my father from financial ruin. Why should they be +under the false bottom of the drawer?" + +She could not answer that question. + +"I must read them all," she murmured, and she went through the entire +correspondence. There were several letters, sharp in tone, from both +men, and the subject was as Greek to Viola. But there was one note +from the captain to her father that brought a more vivid color to her +dark cheeks, for Captain Poland had written: + + "You care little for what I have done for you, otherwise you would + not so oppose my attentions to your daughter. They are most + honorable, as you well know, yet you are strangely against me. I + can not understand it." + +"Oh!" murmured Viola. "It is as if I were being bargained for! How I +hate him!" + +Almost blinded by her tears she read another letter. It was another +appeal to her father to use his influence in assisting the captain's suit. + +But this letter - or at least that portion of it relating to Viola - had +been torn, and all that remained was: + + "As members of the same lo- " + +"What can that have meant?" she mused. "Is it the word 'lodge'?" + +She read on, where the letter was whole again: + + "I must ask you to reconsider your actions. Let me hear from you + by the twenty-third or - " + +Again was that mystifying and tantalizing tear. Viola hastily searched +among the other letters, hoping the missing pieces might be found. + +"I simply must see what it meant," she said. "I wonder if they can be +in another part of the safe? I'm going to look!" + +She started for her bath robe, and, at that moment, with a suddenness +that unnerved her, there came a knock on her door. + + + +CHAPTER XVII + +OVER THE TELEPHONE + + +Viola's first movement was of concealment - to toss over the scattered +letters on her desk a lace shawl she had been wearing earlier in the +evening. Then satisfied that should the unknown knocker prove to be some +one whom she might admit - her Aunt Mary or one of the maids - satisfied +that no one would, at first glance, see the letters which might mean +nothing or much, Viola asked in a voice that slightly trembled: + +"Who is it?" + +"I did not mean to disturb you," came the answer, and with a sense of +relief Viola recognized the voice of Colonel Ashley. "But I have jus +returned from New York, and, seeing a light under your door, I thought +I would-report, as it were." + +"Oh, thank you-thank you!" the girl exclaimed, relief evident in her +voice. + +"Is there anything I can do for you?" the colonel went on, as he stood +outside the closed door. "Has anything happened since I went away?" + +"No - no," said Viola, rather hesitatingly. "There is nothing new to +tell you. I was sitting up - reading." + +Her glance went to the desk where the letters were scattered. + +"Oh," answered the colonel. "Well, don't sit up too late. It is +getting on toward morning." + +"Have you anything to tell me, Colonel Ashley?" asked Viola. "Did you +discover anything?" + +There was silence on the other side of the door for a moment, and then +came the answer, given slowly: + +"No, nothing to report. I will have a talk with you in the morning." + +And then the footsteps of the detective were heard, lessening in their +sound, as he made his way to his room. + +Viola, perplexed, puzzled, and bewildered, went back to her desk. She +took up the letters again. The torn one with its strange reference: +"As members of the same - " + +What could it be? Was it some secret society to which her father and +Gerry Poland belonged, the violation of the secrets of which carried a +death penalty? + +No, it could not be anything as sensational as that. Clearly the +captain was in love with her - he had frankly confessed as much, and +Viola knew it anyhow. She was not at all sure whether he loved her for +her position or because she was good to look upon and desirable in every +way. + +As for her own heart, she was sure of that. In spite of the fact that +she had tried to pique him that fatal day, merely to "stir him up," as +she phrased it, Viola was deeply and earnestly in love with Harry +Bartlett, and she was sure enough of his feeling toward her to find in +it a glow of delight. + +Then there was in the letter the hint of a threat. "Let me hear from +you by the twenty-third, or - " + +"Oh, what does it mean? What does it mean?" and Viola bent her weary +head down on the letters and her tears stained them. Puzzled as she was +over the contents of the letters - torn and otherwise - which she had +found hidden in the drawer of the private safe, Viola Carwell was not +yet ready to share her secret with her Aunt Mary or Colonel Ashley. +These two were her nearest and most natural confidants under the +circumstances. + +"I would like to tell Harry, but I can't," she reasoned, when she had +awakened after a night of not very refreshing slumber. "Of course +Captain Poland could explain - if he would. But I'll keep this a secret +a little longer. But, oh! I wonder what it means?" + +And so, when she greeted Colonel Ashley at the breakfast table she +smiled and tried to appear her usual self. + +"I did not hear you come in," said Miss Carwell, as she poured the coffee. + +"No, I did not want to disturb any one," answered the colonel. "I saw a +light under Miss Viola's door, and reported myself to her," he went on. +"But I don't imagine you slept much more than I did, for your eyes are +not as bright as usual," and he smiled at the girl. + +"Aren't they?" countered Viola. "Well, I did read later than I should. +But tell me, Colonel Ashley, are you making any progress at all?" + +He did not answer for a moment. He seemed very much occupied in +buttering a piece of roll - trying to get the little dab of yellow in +the exact center of the white portion. Then, when it was arranged to +his satisfaction, he said: + +"I am making progress, that is all I can say now." + +"And does that progress carry with it any hope that Harry Bartlett will +be proved innocent?" asked Viola eagerly. + +"That I can not say - now. I hope it will, though." + +"Thank you for that!" exclaimed Viola earnestly. + +Miss Carwell said nothing. She had her own opinion, and was going to +hold to it, detectives or no detectives. + +"Will you send Shag to me?" the colonel requested a maid, as he arose +from the table. "Tell him we are going fishing." + +"Isn't there anything you can do - I mean toward - toward the - case?" +faltered Viola. "Not that I mean - of course I don't want to seem - " + +"I understand, my dear," said the colonel gently. "And I am not going +fishing merely to shirk a responsibility. But I have to think some of +these puzzles out quietly, and fishing is the quietest pastime I know." + +"Oh, yes, I know," Viola hastened to add. "I shouldn't have said +anything. I wish I could get quiet myself. I'm almost tempted to take +your recipe." + +"Why don't you?" urged the colonel. "Come along with me. I can soon +teach you the rudiments, though to become a finished angler, so that +you would be not ashamed to meet Mr. Walton, takes years. But I think +it would rest you to come. Shall I tell Shag to fit you out with one +of my rods?" + +Viola hesitated a moment. This might give her an opportunity for +talking with the colonel in secret and confidence. But she put it aside. + +"No, thank you," she answered. "I'll go another time. I must stop at +the office and leave some bills that have come here to the house. Mr. +Blossom attends to the payment." + +"Let me leave them for you," offered the colonel. "I have to go into +town for some bait, and I can easily stop at the office for you." + +"If you will be so good," returned Viola, and she got the bundle of +bills - some relating to Mr. Carwell's funeral and others that had been +mailed to the house instead of to the office. + +The colonel might have sent Shag to purchase the shedder crabs he was +going to use for bait that day in fishing in the inlet, and the colored +servant might have left the bills. But the colonel was particular about +his bait, and would let none select it but himself. Consequently he had +Jean Forette drive him in, telling Shag to meet him at a certain dock +where they would drop down the inlet and try for "snappers," young +bluefish, elusive, gamy and delicious eating. + +"You have not yet found a place?" asked the colonel of the chauffeur, +as they rolled along. + +"No, monsieur - none to my satisfaction, though I have been offered many. +One I could have I refused yesterday." + +"You liked it with Mr. Carwell, then?" + +"Truly the situation was in itself delightful. But I could not manage +the big car as he liked, and we had to part. There was no other way." + +The detective narrowly observed the driver beside whom he sat. Jean +did not look well. He had much of the appearance of the "morning after +the night before," and his hand was not very steady as he shifted the +gear lever. + +"How much longer have you to stay here, Jean?" + +"About two weeks. My month will be up then." + +"And then you go - " + +"I do not know, monsieur. Probably to New York. That is a great +headquarters." + +"So I believe." + +"If monsieur should hear of a family that - " + +"Yes, I'll bear you in mind, Jean. You are steady and reliable, I +presume?" and the colonel smiled. + +"I have most excellent letters!" he boasted, and for the moment he seemed +to rouse himself from the sluggishness that marked him that morning. + +"I'll bear it in mind," said the colonel again. + +But as they drove on, and Colonel Ashley noted with what exaggerated +care Jean Forette passed other cars - giving them such a wide berth that +often his own machine was almost in the ditch - the impression grew on +the detective that the Frenchman was not as skillful as he would have it +believed. + +"He drives Like an amateur, or a woman out alone in her machine for the +first time," mused the colonel. "He'd never do for a smart car. Wonder +what ails him. He wasn't drunk last night by any means, and yet - " + +They reached the town, and paused at the only place where there was any +congestion of traffic - where two main seashore highways crossed in the +center of Lakeside. Jean held the runabout there so long, waiting for +other traffic to pass, that the officer who was on duty called: + +"What's the matter - going to sleep there?" + +Then Jean, with a start, threw in the clutch and shot ahead. + +"That's queer," mused the colonel. "He seems afraid." + +The purchase of the shedder crabs was gone into care fully, and having +questioned the bait-seller as to the best location in the inlet, the +detective again got into the machine and was driven to the office of the +late Horace Carwell. It was a branch of the New York office, and +thither, every summer, came LeGrand Blossom and a corps of clerks to +manage affairs for their employer. + +Colonel Ashley, who by this time was known to the office boy at the +outer gate, was admitted at once. + +"Mr. Blossom is at the telephone," said the lad, "but you can go right +in and wait for him." + +This the colonel did, having left Jean outside in the car. + +The telephone in LeGrand Blossom's private office was in a booth, put +there to get it away from the noise of traffic in the street outside. +And, as the boy had said, Blossom was in this booth as Colonel Ashley +entered. + +It so happened that the chief clerk was standing in the booth with his +back turned to the main door, and did not see the colonel enter. And +the latter, coming in with easy steps, as he always went everywhere, +heard a snatch of the talk over the telephone that made him wonder. + +Though the little booth was meant to keep sounds from entering, as well +as coming out, the door was not tightly closed and as LeGrand Blossom +spoke rather loudly Colonel Ashley heard distinctly. + +"Yes," said the head clerk over the wire, "I'll pay the money tonight +sure. Yes, positive." There was a period of waiting, while he +listened, and then he went on: "Yes, on the Allawanda. I'll be there. +Yes, sure! Now don't bother me any more." + +Colonel Ashley, through the glass door of the telephone booth, saw +LeGrand Blossom make a move as though to hang up the receiver. And +then the detective turned suddenly, and swung back, as though he had +entered the room at the moment Blossom had emerged from the booth. + +"Oh!" exclaimed the head clerk, and, for a second, he seemed nonplused. +But Colonel Ashley took up the talk instantly. + +"I will keep you but a minute," he said. "Miss Viola asked me to leave +these bills for you. I came in to town to buy some bait. There they +are. I'm going fishing," and before LeGrand Blossom could answer the +colonel was saying good-bye and making his way out. + +"I wonder," mused the colonel, as he started for the car where Jean +awaited him, "what or who or where the Allawanda is? I must find out." + +He found further cause for wonder as he started off in the car with the +French chauffeur for the boat dock, at the conduct of Jean himself. + +For the man appeared to be a wholly different person. His face was all +smiles, and there was a jaunty air about him as though he had received +good news. His management of the car, too, left nothing to be desired. +He started off swiftly, but with a smoothness that told of perfect +mastery of the clutch and gears. He took chances, too, as he dashed +through town, cutting corners, darting before this car, back of the +other until, used as the colonel was to taxicabs in New York, he held +his breath more than once. + +"What's the matter - in a hurry?" he asked Jean, as they narrowly +escaped a collision. + +"Oh, no, monsieur, but this is the way I like to drive. It is much +more - what you call pep!" + +"Yes," mused the colonel to himself, "it's pep all right. But I wonder +what put the pep into you? You didn't have it when we started out. +Some French dope you take, I'll wager. Well, it may put pep into you +now, but it'll take the starch out of you later on. + +Jean left the colonel at the dock, whither Shag had already made his +way, coming in a more prosaic trolley car from The Haven, and soon they +were ready to row down the inlet in a boat. + +"Shall I call for you?" asked Jean, as he prepared to drive back. + +"No," answered the colonel, "I can't tell what luck I'll have. We'll +come home when it suits us." + +"Very good, monsieur." + +And so the colonel went fishing, and his thoughts were rather more on +the telephone talk he had overheard than on his rod and line. + +Contrary to the poor luck that had held all week, so the dockman said, +the colonel's good luck was exceptional. Shag had a goodly string of +snappers of large size to carry back with him. + +"How'd you do it?" asked the boatman, as he made fast the skiff. + +"Oh, they just bit and I hauled `em in," said he colonel. "By the way," +he went on, "is there a place around here called Allawanda?" + +"Yes, there's a little village named that, about ten miles back in the +country," said the boatman. + +"Nothing there, though, but a few houses and one store." + +"Oh, I thought it might be quite a place." + +"No, and nobody'd know it was there if there wasn't a boat around here +named after it." + +"Is there a boat called that?" asked the colonel, and he tried to keep +the eagerness out of his voice. + +"Yes. The ferryboat that runs from Lakeside to Loch Elarbor is named +that. Seems that one of the men in the company that owns it used to +live at Allawanda when he was a boy, and he called the boat that. It's +an old tub of a ferry, though, about like the town itself, I guess. +Well, you sure did have good luck!" + +"Yes, indeed," agreed the colonel, and his luck was better than the +boatman guessed, and of a different kind. + +It was in pursuance of this same luck that caused the colonel, later +that day, when the shadows of evening were falling, to take his limp +satchel and slip out of the house. He went afoot to the ferry dock, +and when the Allawanda floundered in like a porpoise he went on board. +It was his first visit to this part of the inlet that separated Lakeside +from Loch Harbor, and this means of getting to the yachting center was +seldom used by any guests of The Haven. They went around by the highway +in automobiles. + +"Well," mused the colonel, as he went to the men's cabin with his limp +valise, "I hope Mr. Blossom keeps his promise and comes here to-night. +I shall be interested in noting to whom he pays the money." + +Then, seeing that the little cabin of the ramshackle boat was deserted +at that hour, the colonel went to a dark corner, and from it emerged, a +little later, with a beard on that would have done credit to the most +orthodox inhabitant of New York's Ghetto. + +Still the colonel did not look like a Jew, and he was not going to +attempt that character. He made his way to the stern of the craft, +where he could watch all who came aboard, and finding a deck hand who +was sweeping, said: + +"I'm not feeling very well. Thought maybe a ride back and forth across +the inlet would do me good if I stayed out in the air. So if you see me +here don't think I'm trying to beat my fare. Here's a dollar, you may +keep the change." + +"Thanks - ride all you like," said the man. At five cents a trip, with +the boat stopping at midnight, there would still be a good tip in it for +him. The colonel ensconced himself in a dark corner and waited. + +The first two trips over and back were fruitless as far as his object +was concerned. But just as the Allawanda was about to pull out for her +third voyage across the inlet, there came on board a woman, with a shawl +so closely wrapped about her that her features were completely hidden. +There were only a few oil lamps on the old-fashioned craft, and the +illumination was poor. + +The colonel thought there was something vaguely familiar about the +figure, but he was not certain. He tried to get near enough to her, +in a casual walk up and down the deck, to view her countenance, but, +either by accident or design, she turned away and looked over the rail. +He was close enough, however, to note that the shawl was of fine +texture and of a peculiar pattern. + +Retiring again to his corner in the stern of the boat, and noting that +the woman kept her place there, Colonel Ashley waited in patience. And +he had his reward. + +The Allawanrda was whistling to tell the deck hands to cast off the +mooring ropes, when LeGrand Blossom came running down the inclined +gangway and got on board. He seemed in a hurry and excited, and, +apparently unaware of the presence of the detective in the dark corner, +he went directly to the woman in the shawl. The boat began to move from +her slip. + +"Did you think I was never coming?" asked LeGrand Blossom. + +"No, I was detained," the woman answered, and at the sound of her voice +Colonel Ashley started and uttered a smothered exclamation. "I but just +arrived," the woman went on. "Did you bring it?" + +"Hush! Yes. Not so loud. Some one may hear you." + +"There is no one here. One man, with a heavy beard, passed by me as I +came on board. At first I thought it was you, disguised, but when I saw +it was not I kept to myself. There is no one here." + +"I hope not," murmured LeGrand Blossom, as he looked cautiously around. +The after deck was but dimly lighted. + +For a time the woman and man talked in tones so low that the detective +could hear nothing, and he dared not leave his hidden corner to come +closer. + +But, just as the Allawanda was nearing her slip on the other side, the + man spoke in louder tones. +"And so we come to the end!" he said. + +"No, please don't say that!" begged the woman. + +"I must," Blossom answered. "We can't go on this way any longer. Here +is what I promised you. It is all I can raise, and I had a hard time +doing that. Every one is suspicious, and that detective is all eyes and +ears. It is the best I can do. You must not bother me any more." + +The lights from a passing boat fell on the couple as they stood close to +the rail, and, from his vantage point in the darkness, the colonel saw +LeGrand Blossom hand the woman in the shawl a package. She took it +eagerly, and thrust it into her bosom. Then, turning to the man, she +saidreproachfully: + +"You say this is the end. Then you don't love me any more?" + +LeGrand Blossom did not answer for a moment. + +"You don't - do you?" the woman insisted. + +"No," was the slow reply. "I might as well be brutally frank about it, +and say I don't. And you don't care either." + +"Oh, I do! I do!" she eagerly protested. + +"No, you only think you do. It is better for both of us to have it end +this way. But let us make sure that it is an end. There must be no +more of it. I have given you all I can. You must go away as you +promised." + +"Yes, I suppose I must," and her voice was broken. "Oh, I wish I had +never met you!" + +"Perhaps it would have been better that way," was Blossom's cold +response. "However, it's too late for that now. Good-bye," he added, +as the boat was grating her way along the Loch Harbor slip. "I'm not +going to get off. Don't telephone me again. This is all I can ever +give you." + +"Oh, yes, I suppose, now you've finished, you can get rid of me. Well, +let it be so," she said bitterly. And then, as the boat bumped to a +landing she cried: "If I could only find - " + +But the rattle of the chains and the clatter of the wheels on the ferry +bridge drowned her voice. She rushed away from LeGrand Blossoms's side +and, clutching her shawl close around her as if to make sure of the +package the man had given her, she disappeared into the interior of the +ferryboat. + +Colonel Ashley started to follow, but as LeGrand Blossom remained on +board he decided to watch him instead of the woman, though he was vaguely +disquieted trying to remember where he had heard her voice before. + + + +CHAPTER XVIII + +A LARGE BLONDE LADY + + +Reaching The Haven, Colonel Ashley, who had trailed LeGrand Blossom to +the latter's boarding place without anything having developed, was met +by Shag, who was up later than usual, for it was now close to midnight. + +"What now, Shag!" exclaimed the colonel. "Don't tell me there are any +more detective cases for me to work on. I simply won't listen. I wish +I hadn't to this one. It's getting more and more tangled every minute, +and the fish are biting well. Hang it all, Shag, why did you let me +take up this golf course mystery?" + +"I didn't do it, Colonel, no, sah!" + +"What's the use of talking that way, Shag! You know you did!" + +"Yes, sah, Colonel. Dat's whut I did!" confessed Shag with a grin. When +the colonel was in this mood there was nothing for it but to agree with +him. + +"And it's the worst tangle you ever got me into!" went on Shag's master. +"There's no head or tail to it." + +"Den it ain't laik a fish; am it?" asked Shag, with the freedom of long +years of faithful service. + +"No, it isn't - worse luck!" stormed the colonel. "I never saw such a +case. The diamond cross mystery was nothing like it." + +"But I thought, Colonel, sah, dat de mo' of a puzzle it were, de bettah +yo' laiked it!" ventured Shag. + +Colonel Ashley tried to repress a smile. + +"Get to bed, you black rascal!" he said with an affectionate pat on +Shag's back. "Get to bed! What are you staying up so late for, anyhow?" + +"To gib yo' a message, Colonel, sah," answered Shag. "Miss Viola done +say I was t' wait up, an', when yo' come in, t' tell yo' dat she wants +t' see you." + +"Oh, all right. Where is she?" + +"In de liberry, Colonel, sah!" + +The detective made his way through the dimly-lighted hall, and, on +tapping at the library door, was bidden by Viola to enter. + +"Still up?" he asked. "It was time for you to be asleep long ago if you +want your eyes to keep as bright as they always are." + +"They don't feel very bright," she answered, with a little laugh. "They +seem to be full of sticks. But I wanted to ask you something - to +consult with you - and I didn't want to go to sleep without doing it. +I want you to read these," and she spread out before him the letters she +had found hidden in the drawer of the safe. + +Colonel Ashley, in silence, looked over one document after another, +including the torn ones. When he had finished he looked across the +table at Viola. + +"What do you make of it?" she asked. + "I don't know," he frankly confessed. "But we must find out if +your father owed the captain anything - for money advanced in an +emergency, or for anything else. Who would know about the money affairs?" + +"Mr. Blossom. He has full charge of the office now, and access to all +the books. Aunt Mary and I have to trust to him for everything. It is +all we can do." + +"Yes, I suppose so," agreed the detective. And he did not speak of the +scene of which he had recently been a witness. + +"Then if you will come with me, we will go the first thing in the +morning to father's office and see LeGrand Blossom," decided Viola. +"We will ask Mr. Blossom if he knows anything about the debt between my +father and Captain Poland." + +"It would be wise, I think." + +And as the colonel retired that night he said, musingly: + +"Another angle, and another tangle. I must read a little Izaak Walton +to compose my mind." + +So he opened the little green book and read this observation from the +Venator: + + "And as for the dogs that we use, who can commend their excellency + to that height which they deserve? How perfect is the hound at + smelling, who never leaves or forsakes his first scent, but + follows it through so many changes and varieties of other scents, + even over and in the water, and into the earth." + +"Ah," mused the colonel, "I think I must cling to my first scent, and +follow it through or over the water or into the earth." + +Then, laying aside the little green book, with its atmosphere of calm +delight, he picked up a little thin volume, which bore on its title page +"The Poisonous Plants of New Jersey." + +And in that he read: + + "The water hemlock (Cicuta maculata L.) is the most + poisonous plant in the flora of the United States, + and has probably destroyed more human lives than all + our other toxic plants combined. As a member of the + parsley family (Umbellifera) it resembles in general + appearance the carrot and parsnip of the same group of + plants. It grows in swampy land. The poisoning + of the human is chiefly with the fleshy roots. + + "The active principle of this cicuta is the volatile + alkaloid canine, common also to the poison hemlock + (Conium macula turn L.) The symptoms of the poisoning + are many, including violent contraction of the muscles, + dilated pupils and epilepsy. . . No antidote for canine + poisoning is known. . . The active canine . . . was the + poison employed by the Greeks in putting prisoners to + death, Socrates being one of its illustrious victims." + +And having read that much, Colonel Ashley looked at a little slip in the +book. It bore the penciled memorandum "58 C. H.- ~I6I*." + +"I wonder - I wonder," mused the colonel, and so wondering, and with +fitful dreams attending his slumbers, he passed the night. + +Jean Forette drove the colonel and Viola to the office. They arrived +rather early. In fact LeGrand Blossom was not yet in, and when he did +enter, a few minutes later, he was plainly surprised to see them. + +"Is anything the matter?" asked the confidential clerk, as he quickly +opened his desk. "I am sorry I was late this morning. But I had some +matters to look after - " + +"No apology necessary," said Colonel Ashley, quickly. "We have not been +waiting long. We have discovered something." + +If his life had depended on it LeGrand Blossom could not, at that moment, +have concealed a start of surprise. + +"You mean you have found out who killed Mr. Carwell?" he asked, and his +tongue went quickly around his dry lips. + +"Not that," the colonel answered. "But we have found some letters that +seem to need explaining. Here they are." + +Then when Viola had told how she discovered them, she asked: + +"Did my father ever owe Captain Poland any money?" + +"Yes," answered LeGrand Blossom, frankly, "he did." + +"How much?" + +"Fifteen thousand dollars." + +"Was it ever paid back?" asked Colonel Ashley. + +"That I cannot say," replied the head clerk. "The papers in that +particular transaction are missing. I looked for them the other day, +but failed to find them. I was intending to ask you, Miss Carwell, if +you knew anything about them. Now, it seems you do not. The fact +remains that your father was at one time indebted to the captain for +fifteen thousand dollars. Whether it was repaid I can not say." + +"Who would know?" asked Colonel Ashley. + +"Why, Captain Poland, of course," answered Mr. Blossom. "One would think +that it would be paid by check, but in that case the canceled one would +come back from the bank, which it has not. It is possible that Mr. +Carwell had an account in some other bank, or he may have paid the +captain in cash. In either case a receipt would be given, I should say. +Captain Poland is the only one who now would know." + +"Then we had better see him," suggested Colonel Ashley. "Shall we call +on him, Viola?" + +She hesitated a moment before answering, and then replied in a low voice: + +"I think it would be better. We must end this mystery!" + +They left LeGrand Blossom and again entered the car. Jean Forette was +driving, and the detective again noticed the strange and sudden change +in his manner. Whereas he had been morose and sullen the first part of +the trip, timid and watchful of every crossing and turning, now he put +on full speed and drove with the confidence of an expert. + +"He must have had another shot of dope," mused the colonel. "I'll have +to keep an eye on you, my Frenchie, else you may be ramming a stone wall +when you're feeling pretty well elated." + +They were half way to the home of Captain Poland when Viola suddenly +changed her mind. + +"I - I don't believe I care to go to see him," she said. "Can't you go +without me, Colonel Ashley? You can find out better than I can. I - I +really don't feel equal to it." + +"Of course, I can," was the ready answer. "Drive Miss Carwell home, +Jean, and then I'll go on to see Captain Poland myself." + +The car was swung around, and was soon in front of The Haven. The +colonel, with his usual gallantry, walked with Viola to the steps. As +the maid opened the door she said to her mistress: + +``There is a lady to see you." + +"A lady to see me?" exclaimed Viola, in some surprise. + +"Yes. She is in the library, waiting. I said I did not know how long +you would be away, but she said she was a friend of the family and +would wait." + +"Who is she?" asked Viola. + +"I don't know. But she is a large, blonde lady." + +"I can't imagine," murmured Viola. "Won't you come in, Colonel Ashley? +It may be some one I would want you to see, also." + +As Viola, followed at a little distance by the colonel, entered the +library, a large, blonde woman arose to meet her. + +"I am so glad to see you, my dear Miss Carwell," began the woman, and +then Colonel Ashley had one of his questions answered. The voice was +the same as that of the shawled woman LeGrand Blossom had met on the +ferryboat the night before, and it was the voice of Annie Tighe, alias +Maude Warren, alias Morocco Kate, one of the cleverest of New York's +de luxe crooks. + +"So you have a hand in the game, have you, my dear?" mused the colonel, +as he caught the now well-remembered tones. "Well, I guess you don't +want to see me right away, and I don't want you to." + +He had kept behind Viola during the walk down the hall, and the large +blonde had not noticed him, he hoped. He whispered to Viola, who stood +just at the entrance to the room: + +"Learn all you can from her. I'll be back pretty soon - as soon as she +has gone. Find out where she's stopping. Don't mention me." + +The hall was dimly lighted, and he had a chance to say this to Viola +without getting into full view of the caller, and without her overhearing. +Then, turning quickly, Colonel Ashley hurried out of the house. + +"Morocco Kate," he mused as he got into the car again, and told Jean to +drive to Captain Poland's. "Morocco Kate! I wonder if she is just +beginning her game, or if this is merely a phase of it, started before +Mr. Carwell's death? Another link added to the puzzle." + +He was still pondering over this when he reached the captain's home. It +was a rather elaborate summer "cottage," with magnificent grounds, and +the captain's mother kept house for him. But there was a curious +deserted air about the place as Jean drove up the gravel road. A man +was engaged in putting up boards at the windows. + +"Is the captain here?" asked the colonel. + +"The place is being closed for the season, sir," answered the man, +evidently a caretaker. + +"Closed? So early?" exclaimed the colonel, in surprise. + +"The captain has gone away," the man went on. "I got orders yesterday +to close the place for the season. Captain Poland will not be back." + +"Oh!" softly exclaimed the colonel. And then to himself he added: +"He won't be back! Well, perhaps I shall have to bring him back. +Another link! There may be three people in this instead of two!" + + + +CHAPTER XIX + +"UNKNOWN" + + +"So sweet of you to see me, Miss Carwell, in all your grief, and I must +apologize for troubling you." + +Miss Tighe, alias Morocco Kate, fairly gushed out the words as she +extended a hand to Viola in the library. The first glance at the "large +blonde," as the maid had described her, shocked the girl. She could +hardly repress a shudder of disgust as she looked at the bleached hair. +But, nerving herself for the effort, Viola let her hand rest limply for +a moment in the warm moist grip of Miss Tighe. + +"Won't you sit down?" asked Viola. + +"Thank you. I won't detain you long. I called merely on business, +though I suppose you think I'm not a very business-like looking person. +But I am strictly business, all the way through," and she tittered. "I +find it pays better to really dress the part," she added. + +"I was so sorry to hear about your dear father's death. I knew him + - quite well I may say - he was very good to me." + +"Yes," murmured Viola, and somehow her heart was beating strangely. +What did it all mean? Who was this - this impossible person who claimed +business relations, yes, even friendliness, with the late Mr. Carwell? + +"And now to tell you what I came for," went on Miss Tighe. "Your dear +father - and in his death I feel that I have lost a very dear friend and +adviser - your dear father purchased many valuable books of me. I sell +only the rarest and most expensive bindings, chiefly full morocco. Your +father was very fond of books, wasn't he?" + +Viola could not help admitting it, as far as purchasing expensive, if +unread, editions was concerned. The library shelves testified to this. + +"Yes, indeed, he just loved them, and he was always glad when I brought +his attention to a new set, my dear Miss Carwell. Well, that is what I +came about now. Just before his terrible death - it was terrible, wasn't +it? Oh, I feel so sorry for you," and she dabbed a much-perfumed +handkerchief to her eyes. "Just before his lamented death he bought a +lovely white morocco set of the Arabian Nights from me. Forty volumes, +unexpurgated, my dear. Mind you that - unexpurgated!" and Morocco Kate +seemed to dwell on this with relish. "As I say, he bought a lovely set +from me. It was the most expensive set I ever sold - forty-five hundred +dollars." + +"Forty-five hundred dollars for a set of books!" exclaimed Viola, in +unaffected wonder. + +"Oh, my dear, that is nothing. These were some books," and she winked +understandingly. + +"It isn't everybody who could get them! The edition was limited. But +I happened on a set and I knew your father wanted them, so I got them +for him. He made the first payment, and then he died - I read it in the +papers. Naturally I didn't want to bother you while the terrible affair +was so fresh, so I waited. And now I'm here!" + +She seemed to be - very much so, as she settled herself back in the big +leather chair, and made sure that her hair was properly fluffed around +her much-powdered face. + +"You are here to - " faltered Viola. "To get the balance for the books + - that's it, dear Miss Carwell. Naturally I'm not in for my health, +and of course I don't publish books myself. I'm only a poor business +woman, and I work on commission. The firm likes have all contracts +cleaned up, but in this case they didn't press matters, knowing Mr. +Carwell was all right; or, if he wasn't, his estate was. I've sold him +many a choice and rare book - books you don't see in every library, my +dear. Of course there were - ahem - some you wouldn't care to read, and +I can't say I care much about 'em myself. A good French novel is all +right, I say, but some of `em well, you know!" and she winked boldly, +and dabbed her face with the handkerchief which was quickly filling the +room with an overpowering odor. + +"You mean my father owes you money?" faltered Viola. + +"Well, not me, exactly - the firm. But I don't mind telling you I get +my rake-off. I have to so I can live. The balance is only three +thousand dollars, and if you could give me a check - " + +"Excuse me," interrupted Viola, "but I have nothing to do with the +business end of my father's affairs." + +"You're his daughter, aren't you?" + +"Yes." + +"And you'll get all his property?" Morocco Kate was getting vindictive +now. + +"I cannot discuss that with you," said Viola, simply. "All matters of +business are attended to at the office. You will have to see Mr. +Blossom." + +"Huh! LeGrand Blossom! No use seeing him. I've tried. But I'll try +again, and say you sent me." The voice was back to its original dulcet +tones now. "That's what I'll do, my dear Miss Carwell. I'll tell +LeGrand Blossom you sent me. He needn't think he can play fast and +loose with me as he has. If he doesn't want to pay this bill, +contracted by your father in the regular way - and I must say he was +very nice to me - well, there are other ways of collecting. I haven't +told all I know." + +"What do you mean?" demanded Viola hotly. "Oh, there's time enough to +tell later," was the answer. "I haven't been in the rare edition +business for nothing, nor just for my health. But wait until I see +LeGrand Blossom. Then I may call on you again!" And with this rather +veiled threat Morocco Kate took her leave. + +"What horrible person was that?" asked Miss Mary Carwell, who met Viola +in the hail after her visitor's departure. "She was positively vulgar, +I should say, though I didn't see her." + +"Oh, she was just a book agent. I sent her to Mr. Blossom." + +"To Mr. Blossom, my dear! I didn't know he was literary." + +"Neither was this person, Aunt Mary. I think I shall go and lie down. +I have a headache." + +And as she locked herself in her room shed bitter tears on her pillow. +Who was this person who seemed to know Mr. Carwell so well, who boasted +of how "good" he was to her? Why did Colonel Ashley want to gain all +the information he could about her? + +"Oh, what does it all mean?" asked Viola in shrinking terror. "Is there +to be some terrible - some horrible scandal?" + +She put the question to Colonel Ashley a little later. + +"Who is this woman?" + +The colonel considered a moment before replying. Then, with a shrewd +look at Viola, he replied: + +"Well, my dear, she isn't your kind, of course, but I've known her, and +known of her, for several years. She, and those she associates with, +work the de luxe game." + +"The de luxe game? What is it?" + +"In brief, it's a blackmailing scheme. A woman of the type of Miss +Tighe, to give her one of her names, associates herself with some men. +They arrange to have a set of some books - usually well known enough and +of a certain value - bound in expensive leather - full morocco - hand +tooled and all that. They call on rich men and women, and induce them +to buy the expensive and rare set, of which they say there is only one +or two on the market. + +"Sometimes the sales are straight enough - particularly where women are +the buyers - but the books, even if delivered, are not worth anything +like the price paid. + +"But, in the case of wealthy men the game is different." + +"Different?" + +"Yes, particularly where a woman like Morocco Kate is the agent. They +are not satisfied with the enormous profit made on selling a common +edition of books, falsely dressed in a garish binding, but they endeavor +to compromise the man in some business or social way, and then threaten +to expose him unless he pays a large sum, - ostensibly, of course, for +the books. + +"Morocco Kate, who called on you, has more than one killing to her credit +in this game, and she has managed to keep out of jail because her +victims were afraid of the publicity of prosecuting. And it was so +foolish of them for, in most cases, it was just mere foolishness on +their part, and nothing criminally, or even morally, wrong, though they +may have been indiscreet." + +"And you think my father - " + +I don't know anything about it, Viola, my dear!" was the prompt answer. +"Your father may have dealt in a legitimate way with this woman, buying +books from her because she cajoled him into it, though he could have +done much better with any reputable house. As I say, he may have +simply bought some books from her, and not have made the final payments +on account of his death. Whether the contract he entered into is binding +or not I can't say until I have seen it." + +"But I found nothing about books among his papers!" + +"No? Then perhaps it was a verbal contract. Or he may have been - " +The colonel stopped. Viola guessed what he intended to say. + +"Do you think he was - Do you think this woman may make trouble?" +she asked bravely. + +"I don't know. We must find out more about her. If she comes again, +hold her and send for me. I didn't want her to see me to-day to know +that I was on this case. But I don't mind now." + +"Oh, suppose there should be some - some disgrace?" + +"Don't worry about that, Viola. But now, I have some rather startling +news for you." + +Oh, more - " + +"Not exactly trouble. But Captain Poland has gone away - his place is +closed." + +"The captain gone away!" faltered the girl. + +"Yes. I wondered if you knew he was going. Did he intimate to you +anything of the kind?" + +The colonel watched Viola narrowly as he asked this question. + +"No, I never knew he contemplated ending the season here so early," Viola +said. "Usually he is the last to go, staying until late in October. Is +there anything - " + +"That is all I know - he is gone," said the detective. "I wanted to ask +him about that fifteen-thousand-dollar matter, but I shall have to write, +I suppose. And the sooner I get the letter off the better." + +"Please write it here," suggested Viola, indicating the table where pens, +ink and stationery were always kept. "I am going to look again among +the papers of the private safe to see if there was anything about books + - the Arabian Nights, she said it was." + +"Yes, that's her favorite set. But don't worry, my dear. Everything +will come out all right." + +And as Viola left him alone in the library, the detective added to +himself: + +"I wonder if it will?" + +Colonel Ashley wrote a brief, business-like letter to Captain Poland, +addressing it to his summer home at Lakeside, arguing that the yachtsman +would have left some forwarding address. + +Then, lighting a cigar, the colonel sat back in a deep, leather chair + - the same one Morocco Kate had sat in and perfumed - and mused. + +"There are getting to be too many angles to this," he reflected. "I +need a little help. Guess I'll send for Jack Young. He'll be just the +chap to look after Jean and follow that French dope artist to his new +place, provided he leaves here suddenly. Yes, I need Jack." + +And having telephoned a telegram, summoning from New York one of his +most trusted lieutenants, Colonel Ashley refreshed himself by reading +a little in the "Compleat Angler." + +Jack Young appeared at Lakeside the next day, well dressed, good +looking, a typical summer man of pleasing address. + +"Another diamond cross mystery?" he asked the colonel. + +"How is your golf?" was the unexpected answer. + +"Oh, I guess I can manage to drive without topping," was the ready +answer. "Have I got to play?" + +"It might be well. I'll get you a visitor's card at the Maraposa Club +here, and you can hang around the links and see what you can pick up +besides stray balls. Now I'll tell you the history of the case up to +the present." + +And Jack Young, having heard, and having consumed as many cigarettes as +he considered the subject warranted, remarked: + +"All right. Get me a bag of clubs, and I'll see what I can do. So you +want me to pay particular attention to this dope fiend?" + +"Yes, if he proves to be one, and I think he will. I'll have my hands +full with Blossom, Morocco Kate and some others." + +"What about Poland and Bartlett?" + +"Well, Harry is still held, but I imagine he'll be released soon, Jack." + +"Nothing on him?" + +"I wouldn't go so far as to say that. You know my rule. Believe no one +innocent until proved not guilty. I can keep my eye on him. Besides, +he's pretty well anchored." + +"You mean by Miss Viola?" + +"Yes." + +"How about the captain?" + +"He's a puzzle, at present. But I wish you'd find out if that chauffeur +has a girl. That's the best way to do, or undo, a man that I know of. +Find out if he has a girl. That'll be your trick." + +"All right - that and golf. I'm ready." + +And Jack Young worked to such good advantage that three days later he +had a pretty complete report ready for his chief. + +"Jean Forette has a girl," said Jack; "and she's a little beauty, too. +Mazi Rochette is her name. She's a maid in one of the swell families +here, and she's dead gone on our friend Jean. I managed to get a talk +with her, and she thinks he's going to marry her as soon as he gets +another place. A better place than with the Carwells, she says he must +have. This place was pretty much on the blink, she confided to me." + +"Or words to that effect," laughed the colonel. + +"Exactly. I'm not much on the French, you know. Still I got along +pretty well with her. She took a notion to me." + +"I thought you might be able to get something in that direction," said +the colonel with a smile. "Did you learn where Jean was just prior to +the golf game which was the last Mr. Carwell played?" + +"Yes, he was with her, the girl says, and she didn't know why I was +asking, either, I flatter myself. I led around to it in a neat way. He +was with her until just before he drove Mr. Carwell to the links. In +fact, Jean had the girl out for a spin in the new car, she says. She's +afraid of it, though. Revolutionary devil, she calls it." + +"Hum! If Jean was with her just before he picked up Carwell to go to +the game - well, the thing is turning out a bit different from what I +expected. Jack, we still have plenty of work before us. Did I tell you +Morocco Kate was mixed up in this?" + +"No! Is she?" + +"Seems to be." + +"Good night, nurse! Whew! If he fell for her - " + +"I don't believe he did, Jack. My old friend was a sport, but not that +kind. He was clean, all through." + +"Glad to hear you say so, Colonel. Well, what next?" + +They sat talking until far into the night. + +There was rather a sensation in Lakeside two days later when it became +known that the coroner's jury was to be called together again, to +consider more evidence in the Carwell case. + +"What does it mean?" Viola asked Colonel Ashley. "Does it mean that +Harry will be - " + +"Now don't distress yourself, my dear," returned the detective, +soothingly. "I have been nosing around some, and I happen to know that +the prosecutor and coroner haven't a bit more evidence than they had at +first when they held Mr. Bartlett." + +"Does that mean Harry will be released?" + +"I think so." + +"Does it mean he will be proved innocent?" + +"That I can't say. I hardly think the verdict will be conclusive in +any case. But they haven't any more evidence than at first - that he +had a quarrel with your father just before the fatal end. As to the +nature of the quarrel, Harry is silent - obstinately silent even to his +own counsel; and in this I can not uphold him. However, that is his +affair." + +"But I'm sure, Colonel, that he had nothing to do with my father's death; +aren't you?" + +"If I said I was sure, my dear, and afterward, through force of evidence +and circumstance, were forced to change my opinion, you would not thank +me for now saying what you want me to say," was the reply. "It is better +for me to say that I do not know. I trust for the best. I hope, for +your sake and his, that he had nothing to do with the terrible crime. I +want to see the guilty person discovered and punished, and to that end I +am working night and day. And if I find out who it is, I will disclose +him - or her - no matter what anguish it costs me personally - no matter +what anguish it may bring to others. I would not be doing my full duty +otherwise." + +"No, I realize that, Colonel. Oh, it is hard - so hard! If we only +knew!" + +"We may know," said the colonel gently. + +"Soon ?" she asked hopefully. + +"Sooner than you expect," he answered with a smile. "Now I must attend +the jury session." + +It was brief, and not at all sensational, much to the regret of the +reporters for the New York papers who flocked to the quiet and +fashionable seaside resort. The upshot of the matter was that the +chemists for the state reported that Mr. Carwell had met his death +from the effects of some violent poison, the nature of which resembled +several kinds, but which did not analyze as being any particular one +with which they were, at present, familiar. + +There were traces of both arsenic and strychnine, but mingled with +them was some narcotic of strange composition, which was deadly in its +effect, as had been proved on guinea pigs, some of the residue from the +stomach and viscera of the dead man having been injected into the +hapless animals. + +Harry Bartlett was not called to the stand, but, pale from his +confinement, sat an interested and vital spectator of the proceedings. + +The prosecutor announced that the efforts of his detectives had resulted +in nothing more. There was not sufficient evidence to warrant accusing +any one else, and that against Harry Bartlett was of so slender and +circumstantial a character that it could not be held to have any real +value before the grand jury nor in a trial court. + +"What is your motion, then?" asked the coroner. + +Well, I don't know that I have any motion to make," said Mr. Stryker. +"If this were before a county judge, and the prisoner's counsel demanded +it, I should have to agree to a nolle pros. As it is I simply say I +have no other evidence to offer at this time." + +"Then the jury may consider that already before it?" asked Billy Teller. + +"Yes." + +"You have heard what the prosecutor said, gentlemen," went on the +coroner. "You may retire and consider your verdict." + +This they did, for fifteen minutes - fifteen nerve-racking minutes for +more than one in the improvised courtroom. Then the twelve men filed +back, and in answer to the usual questions the foreman announced: + +"We find that Horace Carwell came to his death through poison +administered by a person, or persons, unknown." + +There was silence for a moment, and then, as Bartlett started from his +seat, a flush mantling his pale face, Viola, with a murmured "Thank +God!" fainted. + + + +CHAPTER XX + +A MEETING + + +Harry Bartlett walked from the court a free man, physically, but not +mentally. He felt, and others did also, that there was a stain on +him - something unexplained, and which he would not, or could not, +clear up - the quarrel with Mr. Carwell just before the latter's death. +And even to Viola, when, in the seclusion of her home, she asked Harry +about it after the trial, or rather, the verdict, he replied: + +"I can not tell. It was nothing that concerns you or me or this case. +I will never tell." + +And Colonel Ashley, hearing this, pondered over it more and more. + +The little green book was all but forgotten during these days, and as +for the rods, lines, and reels, Shag arranged them, polished them and +laid them out, in hourly expectation of being called on for them, but +the call did not come. The colonel was after bigger fish than dwelt in +the sea or the rivers that ran into the sea. + +It was a week after the rather unsatisfactory verdict of the coroner's +jury that Bartlett, out in his "Spanish Omelet," came most unexpectedly +on Captain Gerry Poland, some fifty miles from Lakeside. The captain +was in his big machine, and he seemed surprised on meeting Bartlett. + +"Oh!" he exclaimed. "Then you are - " + +"Out, at any rate," was the somewhat bitter reply. "Where have you +been, Gerry?" + +"Away. I couldn't stand it around there." + +"I suppose you know they have been looking for you?" + +"Looking for me? Oh, you mean Colonel Ashley wanted some information +about certain business matters. Well, I didn't see that I owed him +any explanation about private matters between Mr. Carwell and myself, +so I didn't answer. + +"You know what the imputation is, Gerry?" questioned Bartlett, as each +man sat in his car, near a lonely stretch of woods. + +"I don't know that I do," was the calm reply. + +"Well, Viola has told me of the finding of the papers in her father's +private safe. I told her I would see you, if I could, and get an +explanation. I did not think I would find you so soon." + +"I didn't know you were looking, Harry, or I would have come to you. +What do you mean about papers in a private safe?" + +"I mean those which indicate that Mr. Carwell owed you fifteen thousand +dollars." + +"Well, he did owe me that," said the captain calmly. + +"He did?" and Harry Bartlett accented the last word. + +"Yes, but it was paid. He did not owe me a dollar at the time of his +death." + +"That is astonishing news! There is no record of the money having been +paid!" + +"Nevertheless the debt is canceled," insisted the captain. "I sent the +receipt and the canceled note to LeGrand Blossom." + +"It's false!" cried Bartlett. "He hasn't any such documents!" + +For a moment Captain Poland seemed about to leap from his car and attack +the man who had given him the lie direct. Then, by an effort, he +composed himself, and quietly answered: + +"I can prove every word I say, and I will take immediate steps to do so. +Mr. Carwell paid me the fifteen thousand dollars on the twenty-third, +and I - " + +"He paid you the money on the twenty-third? the very day he died?" cried +Harry. + +"Yes." + +"Then - Why, good heavens, man! Don't you see what this means? It +means you were with him just before his death, the same as I was. We're +both in the same boat as far as that goes!" + +"Yes, I admit that I was with him, and that he paid me the fifteen +thousand dollars shortly before his unfortunate end," returned Captain +Poland. "But our meeting was a most peaceful one, even friendly, and - " + +"You mean that I - Oh, I see!" and Bartlett's voice was full of meaning. +"So that'swhat you are driving at. Well, two can play atthat game. +I've learned something, anyhow!" + +There was a grinding of gears, and the "Spanish Omelet" shot away. +Captain Poland watched it for a moment, and then, with a shrug of his +shoulders, threw in the clutch and speeded down the road in the opposite +direction. + +Harry Bartlett lost no time in acquainting Colonel Ashley with the +admission made by Captain Poland. + +"So the wind is veering," the detective murmured. "I shall watch him. +I wondered why he didn't answer my letters. Now we must see LeGrand +Blossom." + +"I'll come with you," offered Bartlett. "I want to see this thing +through now. Shall we tell her?" and he motioned toward Viola's room. + +"Not now. We'll see Blossom first." + +If the head clerk was perturbed at all by the visit to the office of +Colonel Ashley and Harry Bartlett, he did not disclose it. He welcomed +the two visitors, and took them to his private room. + +Colonel Ashley went bluntly into the business in hand. + +"Have you any papers to show that Captain Poland acknowledged the +receipt of the fifteen thousand dollars owed to him by Mr. Carwell?" + +"I have not," was the frank answer. "I have been searching for +something to prove that the debt was paid, as I knew of its contraction. +It was not canceled as far as I can find." + +"Yet Captain Poland says it was paid," said Bartlett, "and that he sent +you the receipt." + +"I never got it!" insisted LeGrand Blossom. Harry Bartlett and Colonel +Ashley looked at one another, and then the detective, with an effort at +cheerfulness which he did not feel, said: + +"Oh, well, perhaps in the confusion the papers were mislaid. I shall +ask Viola about them. Another search must be made." + +And so the two went back to The Haven, not much more enlightened than +when they left it. + +"`What is to be done?" asked Bartlett. "Blossom says he knows nothing +of it." + +"Then I must know a little more about Mr. Blossom," mentally decided the +colonel. "I think I shall shadow him a bit. It may prove fruitful." + +And when two nights later LeGrand Blossom left his boarding place and +met a veiled woman at a lonely spot on the beach, Colonel Ashley, who +had been waiting as he so well knew how to do, hid himself on the sand +behind some sedge grass and began to think that the game was coming his +way after all. + +"For a man who pretends to be open and above board, his actions are +very queet," mused the detective, as he silently crawled nearer to where +eGrand Blossom and the woman stood talking in low tones on the lonely +sands. "I don't see what object he could have in making away with +Carwell, and yet it begins to look black for him. Maybe there is more +than the fifteen thousand dollars involved. There are so many angles to +the case now. I must find out who this woman is. + +And when she spoke in louder tones than usual, drawing from LeGrand Blossom +an impatient "Hush!" the colonel had his answer. + +"Morocco Kate again! What's her part now?" + +The detective was near enough now to hear some of the talk. + +"Did you bring it?" asked the woman eagerly. + +"Hush! can't you?" snapped LeGrand Blossom. + +"Pooh! What's the harm? There's no one in this lonely place! It gives +me the creeps. Li'l ole Broadway for mine!" + +"You never know who's anywhere these days!" muttered LeGrand. "That +infernal detective seems to be all over. He looks at me - oh, he looks +at me, and I don't like it." + +Morocco Kate laughed. + +"Shut up!" ordered the head clerk. "Do you think this is funny?" + +"It used to be," was the answer. "It used to be funny, when you thought +you were in love with me. Oh, it was delicious!" + +"I was a bigger fool than I ever thought I'd be!" growled LeGrand Blossom. + +"You aren't the only one," was the consoling answer. "But what I'm +interested in now, is - did you bring the mazumma - the cush - the dope?" + +"All I could get," was the answer. "I'm in a devil of a mess, and the +estate hasn't been settled yet. I may get some more out of it then, but +you'll have to quit bleeding me. I'm through with you, I tell you!" + +"But I'm not with you," was the sharp rejoinder. "I'll take this now, +but I'll need more. The game isn't going as it used to. Mind, I'll +need more, and soon." + +"You won't get it!" + +"Oh, won't I? Well, there are others that'll pay well for what I'm able +to tell, I guess. I rather think you'll see me again, Lee. So-long now, +but I'll see you again!" + +She moved off in the darkness, laughing mirthlessly, and with muttered +imprecations LeGrand Blossom turned in the opposite direction, passing +within a few feet of the hidden detective. "Blackmail, or is it a +division of the spoils?" mused Colonel Ashley. "I've got to find out +which. Mr. Blossom, I think I'll have to stick to you until you fall +into the sear and yellow leaf." + +The next day as Colonel Ashley sat trying to fix his attention on a +passage from Walton, a messenger brought him a note. It was from a +young man who, at the colonel's suggestion, had been given a clerical +place in the office of the late Horace Carwell. Not even Viola knew +that the young man was one of the colonel's aides. + +"Blossom just sent out a note to a Miss Minnie Webb," the screed, which +the colonel perused, read. "He's going to meet her in the park at +Silver Lake at nine to-night. Thought I'd let you know." + +"I'm glad he did," mused the detective. "I'll be there." + +And he was, skillfully though not ostentatiously attired as a loitering +fisherman of the native type, of which there were many in and about +Lakeside. + +The fisherman strolled about the little park in the center of which was +a body of fresh water known as Silver Lake. It was little more than a +pond, and was fed by springs and by drainage. In the park were trees +and benches, and it was a favorite trysting spot. + +Up and down the paths walked Colonel Ashley, his clothes odorous of fish, +and he was beginning to think he might have his trouble for his pains +when he saw a woman coming along hesitatingly. + +It needed but a second glance to disclose to the trained eyes of the +detective that it was none other than Minnie Webb, whom he had met +several times at the home of Viola Carwell. Minnie advanced until she +came to a certain bench, and she stopped long enough to count and make +sure that it was the third from one end of a row, and the seventh from +the other end. + +"The appointed place," mused the colonel as he sauntered past. And then, +making a detour, he came up in the rear and hid in the bushes back of +the bench, where he could hear without being observed - in fact the +bench was in such shadow that even the casual passerby in front could +not after darkness had fallen tell who occupied it. + +Minnie Webb sat in silence, but by the way she fidgeted about the +colonel, hearing the shuffling of her feet on the gravel walk, knew +she was nervous and impatient. + +Then quick footsteps were heard coming along through the little park. +They increased in sound, and came to a stop in front of the bench on +which sat the shrouded and dark figure of the girl. + +"Minnie?" + +"LeGrand! Oh, I'm so glad you came! What is it? Why did you send me +a note to meet you in this lonely place? I'm so afraid!" + +"Afraid? Lonely? Why, it's early evening, and this is a public park," +the man answered in a low voice. "I wanted you to come here as it's +the best place for us to talk - where we can't be overheard." + +"But why are you so afraid of being overheard?" + +"Oh, things are so mixed up - one can't be too careful. Minnie, we must +settle our affairs." + +"Settle them? You mean - ?" + +"I mean we can't go on this way. I must have you! I've waited long +enough. You know I love you - that I've never loved any one else as +I've loved you! I can't stand it any longer without you. I have asked +you to marry me several times. Each time you have put it off for some +reason or other. Now we must settle it. Are you going to marry me or +not? No matter what your folks say about me and this Carwell affair. +Do you - do you care for me?" + +The answer was so low and so muffled that the colonel was glad he could +not hear it. + +"Confound it all!" he murmured, "that's the worst of this business! I +don't mind anything but the love-making. I hate to break in on that!" + +There was an eloquent silence, and then LeGrand Blossom said: + +"I am very happy, Minnie." + +"And so am I. Now what shall we do?" + +"Get married as soon as possible, of course. I've got to wind up +matters here, and as soon as I can I may take up an offer that came +from Boston. It's a very good one. Would you go there with me?" + +"Yes, LeGrand. I'd go anywhere with you - you know that." + +"I'm glad I do, my dear. It may be necessary to go very soon, and - well, +we won't stop to say good-bye, either." + +"Why! what do you mean " and the hidden detective knew that the girl +had drawn away from the young man. + +"Oh, I mean that we won't bother about the fuss of a farewell-party. +I'm not tied to the Carwell business. In fact I'd be glad to chuck it. +There's nothing in it any more, since there's no chance for a partnership. +We'll just go off by ourselves and be happy - won't we, Minnie?" + +"I hope so, LeGrand. But must we go away? Can't you get something else +here?" + +"I think we must, yes." + +"You haven't had trouble with - with Viola, have you?" + +"No. What made you think of that?" + +"Oh, it was just a notion. Well, if we have to leave we will. I shall +hate to go, however. But, I'll be with you - " and again the words were +smothered. + +"I wonder what sort of a double-cross game he's playing," mused the +colonel when the two had left the park and he, rather stiff from his +position, shuffled to the lonely spot where he had before made a change +of garments. Attired as his usual self, he went back to The Haven, and +spent rather a restless night. + +Minnie Webb was perplexed. She loved LeGrand Blossom - there was no +doubt of that - but she did not see why he should have to leave the +vicinity of Lakeside where she had lived so many years - at least during +the summer months. All her friends and acquaintances were there. + +"I wonder if Viola has given him notice to leave since she came into +her father's property," mused Minnie. "I'm going to ask her. He may +never get such a good place in Boston as he has here. I'll see if I +can't find out why he wants to leave. It can't be just because father +does not care much for him." + +So she called on Viola, as she had done often of late, and found her +friend sitting silent, and with unseeing eyes staring at the rows of +books in the library. + +"Oh, Minnie, it was so good of you to come! I'm very glad to see you. +Since father went it has been very lonely. You look extremely well." + +"I am well - and - happy. Oh, Viola, you're the first I have told, but + - but Mr. Blossom has - asked me to marry him, and - " + +"Oh, how lovely! And you've said `yes!' I can tell that!" and Viola +smiled and kissed her friend impulsively. "Tell me all about it!" + +"And so it's all settled," went on Minnie, after much talk and many +questions and answers. "Only I'm sorry he's going to leave you." + +"Going to leave me!" exclaimed Viola. Her voice was incredulous. + +"Well, I mean going to give up the management of your business. I'm +sure you'll miss him." + +"I shall indeed! But I did not know Mr. Blossom was going to leave. He +has said nothing to me or Aunt Mary about it. In fact, I - " + +"Oh, is there something wrong?" asked Minnie quickly, struck by something +in Viola's voice. + +"Well, nothing wrong, as far as we know. But - " + +"Oh, please tell me!" begged Minnie. "I am sure you are concealing +something." + +"Well, I will tell you!" said Viola at last. "I feel that I ought to, +as you may hear of it publicly. It concerns fifteen thousand dollars," +and she went into details about the loan, which one party said had been +paid, and of which Blossom said there was no record. + +"Oh!" gasped Minnie Webb. "Oh, what does it mean?" and, worried and +heartsick, lest she should have made a mistake, she sat looking dumbly +at Viola... + + + + +CHAPTER XXI + + +THE LIBRARY POSTAL + + +"My dear, I am sorry if I have told you anything that distresses you," +said Viola gently. "But I thought - " + +"Oh, yes, it is best to know," was the low response. "Only - only I was +so happy a little while ago, and now - " + +"But perhaps it may all be explained!" interrupted Viola. "It is only +some tiresome business deal, I'm sure. I never could understand them, +and I don't want to. But it does seem queer that there is no record of +that fifteen thousand dollars being paid back." + +"What does Captain Poland say about it?" + +"Oh, he told Harry, very frankly, that father paid the money, and that +the receipt was sent to Mr. Blossom. But the latter says it can not be +found." + +"And do you suspect Mr. Blossom ?" asked Minnie, and her voice held a +challenge. + +"Well," answered Viola slowly, "there isn't much of which to suspect him. +It isn't as if Captain Poland claimed to have paid father the fifteen +thousand dollars, and the money couldn't be found. It's only a receipt +for money which the captain admits having gotten back that is missing. +But it makes such confusion. And there are so many other things +involved - " + +"You mean about the poisoning?" + +"Yes. Oh, I wish it were all cleared up! Don't let's talk of it. I +must find out about Mr. Blossom going away. We shall have to get some +one in his place. Aunt Mary will be so disturbed - " + +"Don't say that I told you!" cautioned Minnie. "Perhaps I should not have +mentioned it. Oh, dear, I am so miserable!" And she certainly looked it. + +"And so am I!" confessed Viola. "If only Harry would tell what he is +keeping back." + +"You mean about that quarrel with your father?" + +"Yes. And he acts so strangely of late, and looks at me in such a queer +way. Oh, I'm afraid, and I don't know what I'm afraid of!" + +"I'm the same way, Viola!" admitted Minnie. + +I wonder why we two should have all the trouble in the world?" + +And the two were miserable together. + +They were not the only ones to suffer in those days. Captain Gerry +Poland could not drive Viola from his mind. To the yachtsman, she was +the most beautiful woman he had ever met, and he wondered if fortune +would ever make it possible for him to approach her again on the subject +that lay so close to his heart. + +And then there was Bartlett. It was true he walked the streets - 0r +rather rode around them in his "Spanish Omelet" - a free man; yet the +finger of suspicion was constantly pointed at him. + +More than once in the town he met people who sneered openly at him, as +if to say, "You are guilty, but we can't prove it." And once on the +golf course he went up to three men who had formerly been quite friendly +and suggested a game of golf, upon which one after another the others +made trivial excuses and begged to be excused. Upon this occasion the +young man had rushed away, his face scarlet, and he had only calmed down +after a mad tour of many miles in his racing machine. + +"It's an outrage!" he had muttered to himself. "A dastardly outrage! +But what is a fellow going to do?" + +Meanwhile Colonel Ashley and Jack Young were puzzling their heads over +many matters connected with the golf course mystery. Jack had obeyed +the colonel's instructions to the letter. He had played many rounds on +the links and had gotten to a certain degree of friendship with Jean +Forette. He had even formed a liking for Bruce Garrigan, who, offhand, +informed him that the amount of India ink used in tattooing sailors +during the past year was less by fifteen hundred ounces than the total +output of radium salts for 1916, while the wheat crop of Minnesota for +the same period was 66,255 bushels. All of which information, useful +in a way, no doubt, was accepted by Jack with a smile. He was there to +look and listen, and, well, he did it. + +"But I've got to pass it up," he told Colonel Ashley. "I've stuck to +that Jean chap until I guess he must think I want him for a chauffeur if +ever I'm able to own a car bigger than a flivver. And aside from the +fact that he does use some kind of dope, in which he isn't alone in this +world, I can't get a line on him." + +"No, I didn't expect you would," said Colonel Ashley, with a smile. +"But are you well enough acquainted with him to have a talk with his +sweetheart?" + +"You mean Mazi?" + +"Yes." + +"Well, I s'pose I might get a talk with her. But what's the idea?" + +"Nothing special, only I'd like to see if she tells you the same story +she told me. Have a try at it when you get a chance." + +"On the theory, I suppose, of in any trouble, look for the lady?" + +"Somewhat, yes." + +They were talking in The Haven, for Jack had been put up there as a +guest at the request of Colonel Ashley. And when the bell rang, +indicating some one at the door, they looked at one another questioningly. + +Then came the postman's whistle, for Lakeside, though but a summer +resort, with a population much larger in summer than in winter, boasted +of mail delivery. + +A maid placed the letters in their usual place on the hall table, and +the colonel quickly ran through them, for he had reports sent him from +his New York office from time to time. + +"Here's one for you, Jack," he announced, handing his assistant a letter. + +While Jack Young was reading it the colonel caught sight of a postal, +with the address side down, lying among the other missives. It was +a postal which bore several lines of printing, the rest being filled in +by a pen, and the import of it was that a certain library book, under +the number 58 C. H - I6I* had been out the full time allowed under the +rules, and must either be returned for renewal, or a fine of two cents +a day paid, and the recipient was asked to give the matter prompt +attention. + +The. colonel turned the card over. It was addressed to Miss Viola +Carwell at The Haven. + +"So the book is out on her card," murmured the detective. "I must look +for her copy of 'Poison Plants of New Jersey,' and see if it is like the +one I have." + +"Were you speaking to me?" asked Jack, having finished his letter. + +"No, but I will now. We've got to get busy on this case, and close it +up. I've been too long on it now. Shag is getting impatient." + +"Shag?" + +"Yes, he wants me to go fishing." + +"Oh, I see. Well, I'm ready. What are the orders?" + +Two busy days on the part of Colonel Ashley and his assistant followed. +They went on many mysterious errands and were out once all night. But +where they went, what they did or who they saw they told no one. + +It was early one evening that Colonel Ashley waited for his assistant +in the library of The Haven. Jack had gone out to send a message and +was to return soon. And as the colonel waited in the dim light of one +electric bulb, much shaded, he saw a figure come stealing to the +portieres that separated the library from the hall. Cautiously the +figure advanced and looked into the room. A glance seemed to indicate +that no one was there, for the colonel was hidden in the depths of a +big chair, "slumping," which was his favorite mode of relaxing. + +"I wonder if some one is looking for me?" mused the colonel. "Well, +just for fun, I'll play hide and seek. I can disclose myself later." +And so he remained in the chair, hardly breathing the silent figure +parted the heavy curtains, within, dropped something white on the floor, +and then quickly hurried away, the feet making no sound on the thick +carpet of the hall. + +"Now," mused the colonel to himself, "I wonder that is a note for me, or +a love missive for one the maids from the butler or the gardener, who +too bashful to deliver it in person. I'd better look." + +Without turning on more light the colonel picked up the thing that had +fluttered so silently to the floor. It was a scrap of paper, and as he +held it under the dimly glowing bulb he saw, scrawled inprinted letters: + + "Viola Carwell has a poison book." + +"As if I didn't know it!" softly exclaimed the colonel. + +And then, as he resumed his comfortable, but not very dignified position, +he heard some one coming boldly along the hall, and the voice of Jack +oung asked: + +"Are you in here, Colonel?" + +"Yes, come in. Did you get a reply?" + +"Surely. Your friend must have been waiting for your telegram." + +"I expected he would be. Let me see it," and the detective read a brief +message which said: + + "Thomas much better after a long sleep." + +"Ah," mused the colonel. "I'm very glad Thomas is better." + +"Is Thomas, by any chance, a cat?" asked Jack, who read the telegram the +colonel handed him. + +"He is - just that - a cat and nothing more. And now, Jack, my friend, +I think we're about ready to close in." + +"Close in? Why - " + +"Oh, there are a few things I haven't told you yet. Sit down and I'll +just go over them. I've been on this case a little longer than you have, +and I've done some elimination which you haven't had a chance to do." + +"And you have eliminated all but - " + +"Captain Poland and LeGrand Blossom." + +At these words Jack started, and made a motion of silence. They were +still in the library, but more lights had been turned on, and the place +was brilliant. + +"What's the matter?" asked the colonel, quickly. "I thought I heard a +noise in the hall," and Jack stepped to the door and looked out. But +either he did not see, or did not want to see, a shrinking figure which +quickly crouched down behind a chair not far from the portal. + +"Guess I was mistaken," said Jack. "Anyhow I didn't see anything." Did +he forget that coming out of a light room into a dim hall was not +conducive to good seeing? Jack Young ought to have remembered that. + +"One of the servants, likely, passing by," suggested the colonel. "Yes, +Jack, I think we must pin it down to either the captain or Blossom." + +"Do you really think Blossom could have done it?" + +"He could, of course. The main question is, did he have an object in +getting Mr. Carwell out of the way?" + +"And did he have?" + +"I think he did. I've been trailing him lately, when he didn't suspect +it, and I've seen him in some queer situations. I know he needed a lot +of money and - well, I'm going to take him into custody as the murderer +of Mr. Carwell. "I Want you to - " + +But that was as far as the detective got, for there was a shriek in the +hall - a cry of mortal anguish that could only come from a woman - and +then, past the library door, rushed a figure in white. + +Out and away it rushed, flinging open the front door, speeding down the +steps and across the lawn. + +"Quick !" cried Colonel Ashley. "Who was that?" + +"I don't know!" answered Jack. "Must have been the person I thought +I heard in the hall." + +"We must find out who it was!" went on the detective. "You make some +inquiries. I'll take after her." + +"Could it have been Miss Viola?" + +The question was answered almost as soon as it was asked, for, at that +moment, Viola herself came down the front stairs. + +"What is it?" she asked the two detectives. "Who cried out like that? +Is some one hurt?" + +"I don't know," answered Colonel Ashley. "Mr. Young and I were talking +in the library when we heard the scream. Then a woman rushed out." + +"It must have been Minnie Webb!" cried Viola. "She was here a moment +ago. The maid told me she was waiting in the parlor, and I was detained +upstairs. It must have been Minnie. But why did she scream so?" + +Colonel Ashley did not stop to answer. + +"Look after things here, Jack!" he called to his assistant. "I'm going +to follow her. If ever there was a desperate woman she is." + +And he sped through the darkness after the figure in white. + + + +CHAPTER XXII + +THE LARGE BLONDE AGAIN + + +The trail was not a difficult one to follow. The night was particularly +black, with low-hanging clouds which seemed to hold a threat of rain, +and the wind sighed dolefully through the scrub pines. Against this dim +murkiness the figure of the woman in white stood out ghostily. + +"Poor Minnie Webb!" mused Colonel Ashley, as he hurried on after her. +"She must be desperate now - after what she heard. I wonder - " + +He did not put his wonder into words then, but his suspicion was +confirmed as he saw her head for the bridge that spanned a creek, not +far from where the ferry ran over to Loch Harbor. + +At certain times this creek was not deep enough to afford passage for +small rowboats, but when the tide was in there was draught enough for +motor launches. + +"And the tide is in now," mused the colonel, as he remembered passing +among the sand dunes late that afternoon, and noting the state of the +sea. "Too bad, poor little woman!" he added gently, as he followed her. +"Not so fast! Not so fast! There is no need of rushing to destruction. +It comes soon enough without our going out to meet it. Poor girl!" + +He went on through the darkness, following, following, following +distracted Minnie, who, with the fateful words still ringing in her +ears, hardly knew whither she hurried. + +Colonel Ashley, in spite of the desperate manner in which the chase had +begun, felt that he was safe from observation. He had on dark clothes, +which did not contrast so strongly with the night as did the light and +filmy dress of Minnie Webb. Besides, she was too distracted to notice +that she was being followed. + +"She is going to the bridge, and the tide is in," mused the detective. +"I didn't think she had that much spunk - for it does take spunk to +attempt anything like this in the dark. However, I'll try to get there +as soon as she does." + +The fleeing girl in white passed over an open moor, fleeced here and +there with scanty bushes, which gave the detective all the cover he +needed. But the girl did not look back, and the night was dark. The +clouds were thicker too, and the very air seemed so full of rain that +an incautious movement would bring it spattering about one's head, as +a shake of a tree, after a shower, precipitates the drops. + +And then there suddenly loomed, like grotesque shadows on the night, two +other figures at the very end of the bridge that Minnie Webb sought to +cross. They seemed to bar her way, and yet they were as much startled +as she, for they drew back on her approach. + +And Colonel Ashley, stealing his way up unseen, heard from Minnie Webb +the startled ejaculation: + +"LeGrand! You here? And who - who is this?" + +Then, as if in defiance, or perhaps to see who the challenger was, the +figure standing beside that of LeGrand Blossom flashed a little pocket +electric torch. And by the gleam of it Colonel Ashley saw the large +blonde woman again. + +"Morocco Kate!" he murmured. "So she is mixed up in it after all! +I think I begin to see daylight in spite of the darkness. Morocco +Kate!" + +Then, crouching down behind some bushes, he waited and listened and +thought swiftly. + +"Speak to me!" implored Minnie of the young man. "What does it mean, +LeGrand? Why are you here with - with - " + +"He knows my name well enough, if he wants to tell it," broke in the +other. "I'm not ashamed of it, either. But who are you, I'd like to +know? I never saw you before!" and the blonde woman flashed her light +full on Minnie's white face. + +And as the girl shrank back, Morocco Kate, so called, sneered: + +"Some one else he's got on a string, I suppose! Ho! It's a merry life +you lead, LeGrand Blossom!" + +"Stop!" the young man exclaimed. "I can't let you go on this way. +Minnie, please leave us for a moment. I'll come to you as soon as I +can." + +"Oh, yes! Of course!" sneered the other. "She's younger and prettier +than I - quite a flapper. I was that way - once. And I suppose you +said the same thing to some one else you wanted to get rid of before +you took me on. Oh, to the devil with the men, anyhow!" + +Minnie gasped. + +"Shocked you, did I, kid? Well, you'll hear worse than that, believe +me. If I was to tell - " + +"Stop!" and LeGrand Blossom snapped out the words in such a manner that +the desperate woman did stop. + +"Minnie, go away," he pleaded, more gently. "I'll come to you as soon +as I can, and explain everything. Please believe in me!" + +"I - I don't believe I can - again, LeGrand," faltered Minnie. "I - I +heard what you said to her just now - that you couldn't do anything more +for her. Oh, what have you been doing for her? Who is she? Tell me! +Oh, I must hear it, though I dread it!" + +"Yes, you shall hear it !" cried LeGrand Blossom, and there was +desperation in his voice. "I was going to tell you, anyhow, before I +married you - " + +"Oh, you're really going to marry her, are you?" sneered the blonde. +"Really? How interesting!" + +"Will you be quiet?" said LeGrand, and there was that in his voice +which seemed to cow the blonde woman. + +"Minnie," went on LeGrand Blossom, its a hard thing for a man to talk +about a woman, but sometimes it has to be done. And it's doubly hard +when it's about a woman a man once cared for. But I'm going to take my +medicine, and she's got to take hers." + +"I'm no quitter! I'm a sport, I am!" was the defiant remark. "So was +Mr. Carwell - Old Carwell we used to call him. But he had more pep +than some of you younger chaps. + +"Leave his name out of this!" growled LeGrand, like some dog trying to +keep his temper against the attacks of a cur. + +"This woman - I needn't tell you her name now, for she has several," +he went on to Minnie. "This woman and I were once engaged to be +married. She was younger then - and - different. But she began +drinking and - well, she became impossible. Believe me," he said, +turning to the figure beside him, "I don't want to tell this, but +I've got to square myself." + +"Yes," and the other's voice was broken. "I may as well give up now as +later. If anything can be saved out of the wreck - my wreck - go to it! +Shoot, kid! Tell the worst! I'll stand the gaff!" + +"Well, that makes it easier," resumed Blossom. "We were going to be +married, but she got in with a fast crowd, and I couldn't stand the pace. +I admit, I wasn't sport enough." + +"I'm glad you weren't," murmured Minnie, her breast heaving. + +"The result was," went on Blossom, "that she and I separated. It was +as much her wish as mine - toward the end. And she married a Frenchman +with whom she seemed to be fascinated." + +"Yes, he sure had me hypnotized," agreed the blonde woman. "It was more +my fault than yours, Lee. Perhaps if you'd taken a whip to me, and made +me behave - Some of us women need a beating now and then. But it's too +late now." Of a sudden she seemed strangely subdued. + +LeGrand Blossom went on with the sordid tale. + +"Well, the marriage didn't turn out happily. It was - " + +"It was hell! I'm not afraid to use the word!" interrupted the blonde. +"It was just plain, unadulterated hell! And I went into it with my eyes +open. That's what it was - hell! I've had such a lot here on earth +that maybe they'll give me a discount when I get - well, when I get +where I'm going!" and she laughed, but there was no mirth in it. + +Minnie shuddered, and drew nearer to LeGrand. And it did not seem to be +because of the chill night wind, either. + +"It was the same old story," went on the clerk. "No need of going over +that, Minnie. It doesn't concern the question now. In the end the +Frenchman cast her off, and she had to live, somehow. She came to me, +and I, for the sake of old times, agreed to help her. I didn't think I +was doing anything wrong; but it seems I was. I thought the rare and +expensive book publishing business she said she was in was legitimate. +Instead it was - " + +"Yes, it was a blackmailing scheme!" interrupted Morocco Kate, not +without some curious and perverted sense of pride. "I admit that. I +got you in wrong, LeGrand, but it wasn't because I hated you, for I +didn't. I really loved you, and I was a fool to take up with Jean. +But that's past and gone. Only I didn't really mean to make trouble +for you. I thought you might be able to wiggle out, knowing business +men as you did." + +"Instead," said the clerk, "I only became the more involved. It +began to look as though I was a partner in the infernal schemes, and +she and those she worked with held the threat over my head to extort + money from me." + +"Believe me, LeGrand, I didn't do that willingly," interrupted Morocco +Kate. "The others had a hold over me, and they forced me to use you +as their tool. They bled me, as I, in turn, bled you. Oh, it was all +a rotten game, and I'm glad the end's at hand. I suppose it's all up +now?" she asked Blossom. + +"The end is, as far as it concerns you and me," he said. "I'm going +to confess, and take my medicine. Minnie, I've lied to give this woman +money to prevent her exposing me. Now I'm through. I've told my last +lie, and given my last dollar. Thank God - who has been better to me +than I deserve - thank God! I'm still young enough to make good the +money I've lost. The lies I can't undo, but I can tell the truth. +I'm going to confess everything!" + +"Oh, LeGrand!" cried Minnie, and she held out her hands to him. "Not + - not everything!" + +"Yes, the whole rotten business. That's the only way to begin over +again, and begin clean. I'll come through clean!" + +"Oh !" murmured Minnie. "It will be so - so hard!" + +"Yes," and LeGrand gritted his teeth, "it isn't going to be easy; but +it'll be a bed of roses compared to what I've been lying on the last +year. This woman had such a hold on me that I couldn't clear myself +before - that is, clear myself of grave charges. But now I can. This +is the end. I can prove that I wasn't mixed up in the Roswell de luxe +book case, and that's what she's been holding over me." + +"The Roswell case!" faltered Minnie. + +"Yes, you don't know about it, but I'll tell you, later. Now I'm free. +This is the end. I came here to-night to tell her so. How you happened +to follow me I don't know." + +"I didn't follow, LeGrand. It was all an accident." + +"Then it's a lucky accident, Minnie. This is the end. From now on - " + +"Yes, it's the end!" bitterly cried the other woman. "It's the end of +everything. Oh, if I could only make it the end for Jean Carnot, I'd +be satisfied. He made me what I am - an outcast from the world. If +I could find Jean Carnot - " + +And then, with the suddenness of a bird wheeling in mid air, the blonde +woman turned and rushed away in the darkness. + +For an instant Colonel Ashley hesitated in his hiding place. And then +he murmured: + +"I guess you'll keep, LeGrand Blossom, and you, too, Minnie Webb. +Morocco Kate needs watching. And I think, now, she'll lead me right +where I've been wanting to go for a long time. The darkness is fast +fading away," which was a strange thing to say, seeing that the night +was blacker than ever. + +Back on the desolate moor, near the bridge under which the black tide +was now hurrying, murmuring and whispering to the rushes tales of the +deep and distant sea, stood two figures. + +"Do you believe in me, Minnie?" asked the man brokenly. + +There was a pause. The murmuring of the tide grew louder, and it +seemed to sing now, as it rose higher and higher. + +"Do you?" he repeated, wistfully. + +"Yes," was the whispered reply. "And, Lee, I'll help you to come +through - clean! I believe in you!" + +And the tide washed up the shores of the creek so that, even in the +darkness, the white sands seemed to gleam. + + + +CHAPTER. XXIII + +MOROCCO KATE, ALLY + + +"Who are you? Who is trailing me? Is that you, LeGrand?" + +The challenge came sharply out of the darkness, and Colonel Ashley, +who had been following Morocco Kate, plodding along through the sand, +stumbling over the hillocks of sedge grass, halted. + +"Who's there?" was the insistent demand. "I know some one is following +me. Is it you, LeGrand Blossom? Have you - have you - " + +The voice died out in a choking sob. "She's gamer than I thought," +mused the detective. "And, strange as it may seem, I believe she +cares." Then he answered, almost as gently as to a grieving child: + +"It is not LeGrand Blossom. But it is a friend of his, and I want to +be a friend to you. Wait a moment." + +Then, as he came close to her side and flashed on his face a gleam from +an electric torch he always carried, she started back, and cried: + +"Colonel Ashley! Heavens!" + +"Exactly!" he chuckled. "You didn't expect to see me here, did you? +Well, it's all right." + +"Then you're not after me for - " She gasped and could not go on. +"That last deal was straight. I'm not the one you want." + +"Don't get Spotty's habit, and throw up your hands just because you see +me, Kate," went on the colonel soothingly. "I'm not after you +professionally this time. In fact, if things turn out the way I want, +I may shut my eyes to one or two little phases of your - er - let us +call it career. I may ignore one or two little things that, under +other circumstances, might need explaining." + +"You mean you want me for a stool pigeon?" + +"Something like that, yes." + +"And suppose I refuse?" + +"That's up to you, Kate. I may be able to get along without you - I +don't say I can, but I may. However it would mean harder work and a +delay, and I don't mind, seeing it's you, saying that I'd like to get +back to my fishing. So if you'll come to reason, and tell me what I +want to know, it will help you and - Blossom." + +"Blossom!" she gasped. "Then you know - " + +"I may as well tell you that I was back there - a while ago," and the +colonel nodded vaguely to the splotch of blackness from whence Morocco +Kate had rushed with that despairing cry on her lips. + +"I'm a friend of LeGrand Blossom's - at least, I am now since I +overheard what he had to say to you and Miss Webb," went on the +detective. "Now then, if you'll tell me what I want to know, I'll help +him to come across - clean, and I'll help you to the extent I mentioned." + +Morocco Kate seemed to be considering as she stood in the darkness. +Then a long sigh came from her lips, and it was as though she had come +to the end of everything. + +"I'll tell," she said simply. "What do you want to know? But first, +let me say I didn't no more have an idea that Sport Carwell was going +to die than you have Do you believe that?" she asked fiercely. + +"I believe you, Kate. Now let's get down to brass tacks. Who is Jean +Carnot, and where can I find him?" + +"Oh!" she murmured. "You want him?" + +"Very much, I think. Don't you?" + +"Yes, I do! I - I would like to tear out his eyes! I'd like to - " + +"Now, Kate, be nice! No use losing your temper. That's got you into +trouble more than once. Try to play the lady - you can do it when you +have to. Calling names isn't going to get us anywhere. Just tell me +where I can find your former husband - or the one you thought was your +husband - Jean Carnot." + +"You're right, Colonel Ashley, I did think him my husband," said Morocco +Kate simply. "And when I found out he had tricked me by a false +marriage, and wouldn't make it good - well, I just went to the devil and +hell - that's all." + +"I know it, Kate, and I appreciate your position. I'm not throwing any +stones at you. I've seen enough of life to know that none of us can do +that with impunity. Now tell me all you can. And I'll say this - that +after this is all over, if you want to try and do as Blossom is going to +do - come through clean - I'll help you to the best of my ability." + +"Will you, Colonel?" the big blonde woman asked eagerly. + +"I will - and here's my hand on it!" + +He reached out in the darkness, but there was no answering clasp. The +woman seemed to shrink away. And then she said: + +"I don't believe it would be of any use. I guess I'm too far down to +crawl up. But I'll help you all I can." + +"Don't give up, Kate!" said the detective gently. "I've seen lots worse +than you - you notice I'm not mincing words - I've seen lots worse than +you start over again. All I'll say is that I'll give you the chance if +you want it. There's nothing in this life you're leading. You know the +end and the answer as well as I do. You've seen it many a time." + +"God help me - I have!" she murmured. "Well, I - I'll think about it." + +"And, meanwhile, tell me about this Jean Carnot," went on the colonel. +"You were married to him?" + +"I thought I was." + +"What sort of man was he? Come, sit down on this sand dune and tell me +all about it. I think I want that man." + +"No more than I do," she said fiercely. "He left me as he would an old +coat he couldn't use any more! He cast me aside, trampled on me, left +me like a sick dog! Oh, God - " + +For a moment she could not go on. But she calmed herself and resumed. +Then, by degrees, she told the whole, sordid story. It was common +enough - the colonel had listened to many like it before. And when it +was finished, brokenly and in tears, he put forth his hand on the +shoulder of Morocco Kate and said: + +"Now, Kate, let's get down to business. Are you willing to help me +finish this up?" + +"I'll do all I can, Colonel Ashley. But I don't see how we're going to +find this devil of a Jean." + +"Leave that to me. Now where can I find you when I want you - in a +hurry, mind. I may want you in a great hurry. Where can I find you?" + +"I'm stopping in the village. I'll arrange to be within call for the +next few days. Will it take long?" + +"No, not very. If I can I'll clean it all up tomorrow. Things are +beginning to clear up. And now allow me the pleasure of walking back to +town with you. It's getting late and beginning to rain. I have an +umbrella, and you haven't." + +And through the rain which began to fall, as though it might wash away +some of the sordid sin that had been told of in the darkness, the +strangely different couple walked through the dark night, Morocco Kate +as an ally of Colonel Ashley. + +The clean, fresh sun was shining in through the windows of Colonel +Ashley's room at The Haven when he awakened the next morning. As +he sprang up and made ready for his bath he called toward the next +apartment: + +"Are you up, Jack?" + +"Just getting. Any rush?" + +"Well, I think this may be our busy day, and again it may not. Better +tumble out." + +Just as you say. How you feeling, Colonel?" + +"Never better. I feel just like fishing, and you - " + +"'Nough said. I'm with you." + +And then, as he started toward his bath, the colonel saw a dirty slip of +paper under the door of his room. + +"Ha!" he ejaculated. "Another printed message. The writer is getting +impatient. I think it's time to act." + +And he read: + + "Why does not the great detective arrest the poisoner of her + father? If he will look behind the book case he will find + something that will prove everything - the poison book and + - something else." + +The printed scrawl was signed: "Justice." + +"Well, 'Justice,' I'll do as you say, for once," said the colonel +softly, and there was a grim smile on his face. + +And so it came about that after his bath and a breakfast Colonel Ashley, +winking mysteriously to Jack Young, indicated to his helper that he was +wanted in the library. + +"What is it?" asked Jack, when they were alone in the room. "A new clew?" + +"No, just a blind trail, but I want to clean it up. Help me move out +some of the bookcases." + +"Good night! Some job! Are you looking for a secret passage, or is +there a body concealed here?" and Jack laughed as he took hold of some +of the heavy furniture and helped the colonel move it. + +Not until they had lifted out the third massive case of volumes was +their search successful. There was a little thud, as though something +had fallen to the floor, and, looking, the colonel said: + +"I have it." + +He reached in and brought out a thin volume. Its title page was +inscribed "The Poisonous Plants of New Jersey." + +Something was in the book - something more bulky than a mere marker; +and, opening the slender volume at page 4, a spray of dried leaves and +some thin, whitish roots were disclosed. + +"Somebody trying to press wild flowers?" asked Jack. "Why all this +trouble for that? Hum! Doesn't smell like violets," he added, as he +picked up the spray of leaves and roots. + +"No, it doesn't," agreed the colonel. "But if you are not a little +careful in handling it you'll be a fit subject for a bunch of violets + - tied with crepe." + +"You mean - " + +Jack was startled, and he dropped the dried leaves on the library floor. + +"A specimen of the water hemlock," went on the colonel. "One of the +deadliest poisons of the plant world. And as we don't want any one else +to suffer the fate of Socrates, I'll put this away." + +He looked at the compound leaves, the dried flowers, small, hut growing +in the characteristic large umbels, and at the cluster of fleshy roots, +though now pressed flat, and noted the hollow stems of the plant itself. +The bunch of what had been verdure once had made a greenish, yellow +stain in the book, which, as the colonel noted, was from the local +public library, and bore the catalogue number 58 C. H. - I6I*. + +"Well, maybe you see through it, but I don't," confessed Jack. "Now, +what's the next move?" + +"Get these book cases back where they belong." + +This was done, and then the colonel, sitting down to rest, for the labor +was not slight, went on: + +"You are sure that the French chauffeur has been told that The Haven is +to be closed, and that he will be no longer required here, nor in the +city? That he must leave at once though his month is not up?" + +"Oh, yes, I heard Miss Viola tell him that herself. She told me she +didn't see why you wanted that done, but as you had charge of the case +the house would be closed, even if they had to open it again, for they +stay here until late in the fall, you know. + +"Yes, I know. Then you are sure Forette thinks they are all going away +and that he will have to go, too?" + +"Oh, yes, he's all packed. Been paid off, too, I believe, for he was +sporting a roll of bills." + +"And he is to see Mazi - when?" + +"This evening." + +"Very good. Now I don't want you to let him out of your sight. Stick +to him like a life insurance agent on the trail of a prospect. Don't +let him suspect, of course, but follow him when he goes to see the pretty +little French girl to-night, and stay within call." + +"Very good. Is that all?" + +"For now, yes." + +"What are you going to do, Colonel?" + +"Me? I'm going fishing. I haven't thrown a line in over a week, and +I'm afraid I'll forget how. Yes, I'm going fishing, but I'll see you +some time to-night." + +And a little later Shag was electrified by his master's call: + +"Get things ready!" + +"Good lan' ob massy, Colonel, sah! Are we suah gwine fishin'?" + +"That's what we are, Shag. Lively, boy!" + +I'se runnin', sah, dat's whut I'se doin'! I'se runnin'!" And Shag's +hands fairly trembled with eagerness, while the colonel, opening a +little green book, read: + + "Of recreation there is none + So free as fishing is alone; + All other pastimes do no less + Than mind and body both possess; + My hand alone my work can do, + So I can fish and study too!" + +"Old Isaac never wrote a truer word than that!" chuckled the colonel. +"And now for a little studying." + +And presently he was beside a quiet stream. + +Luck was with the colonel and Shag that day, for when they returned to +The Haven the creel carried by the colored man squeaked at its willow +corners, for it bore a goodly mess of fish. + +"Oh, Colonel, I've been so anxious to see you!" exclaimed Viola, when +the detective greeted her after he had directed Shag to take the fish +to the kitchen. + +"Sorry I delayed so long afield," he answered with a gallant bow. "But +the sport was too good to leave. What is it, my dear? Has anything +happened?" Her face was anxious. + +"Well, not exactly happened," she answered; "but I don't know what it +means. And it seems so terrible! Look. I just discovered this - or +rather, it was handed to me by one of the maids a little while ago," and +she held out the postal from the library, telling of the overdue book. + +"Well?" asked the colonel, though he could guess what was coming. + +"Why, I haven't drawn a book from the library here for a long time," +went on Viola. "I did once or twice, but that was when the library was +first opened, some years ago. This postal is dated a week ago, but the +maid just gave it to me." + +"Very likely it was mislaid." + +"That's what I supposed. But I went at once to the library, and I found +that the book had been taken out on my card. And, oh, Colonel Ashley, +it is a book on - poisons!" + +"I know it, my dear." + +"You know it! And did you think - " + +"Now don't get excited. Come, I'll show you the very book. It's been +here for some time, and I've known all about it. In fact I have a copy +of it that I got from New York. There isn't anything to be worried +about." + +"But a book on poisons - poisonous plants it is, as I found out at the +library - and poor father was killed by some mysterious poison! Oh - " + +She was rapidly verging on an attack of hysterics, and the colonel led +her gently to the dining room whence, in a little while, she emerged, +pale, but otherwise self-possessed. + +"Then you really want Aunt Mary and me to go away?" she asked. + +"Yes, for a day or so. Make it appear that the house is closed for the +season. You dismissed Forette, didn't you, as I suggested?" + +"Yes, and paid him in full. I never want to see him again. He's been +so insolent of late - he'd hardly do a thing I asked him. And he looked +at me in such a queer, leering, impudent way." + +"Don't worry about that, my dear. Everything will soon be all right." + +"And will - will Harry be cleared?" + +The colonel did not have time to answer, for Miss Mary Carwell appeared +just then, lamenting the many matters that must be attended to on the +closing of the house for even a short time. The colonel left her and +Viola to talk it over by themselves. + +On slowly moving pinions, a lone osprey beat its way against a +quartering south-east wind to the dead tree where the little birds +waited impatiently in the nest, giving vent to curious, whistling sounds. +Slowly the osprey flew, for it had played in great luck that day, and +had swooped down on a fish that would make a meal for him and his mate +and the little ones. The fish was not yet dead, but every now and then +would contort its length in an effort to escape from the talons which +were thrust deeper and deeper into it, making bright spots of blood on +the scaly sides. + +And a man, walking through the sand, looked up, and in the last rays of +the setting sun saw the drops of blood on the sides of the fish. + +"A good kill, old man! A good kill!" he said aloud, and as though the +osprey could hear him. "A mighty good kill!" + +When it was dark a procession of figures began to wend its way over the +lonely moor and among the sand dunes to where a tiny cottage nestled in +a lonely spot on the beach. From the cottage a cheerful light shone, +and now and then a pretty girl went to the door to look out. Seeing +nothing, she went back and sat beside a table, on which gleamed a lamp. + +By the light of it a woman was knitting, her needles flying in and out +of the wool. The girl took up some sewing, but laid it down again and +again, to go to the door and peer out. + +"He is not coming yet, Mazi?" asked the woman in French. + +"No, mamma, but he will. He said he would. Oh, I am so happy with +him! I love him so! He is all life to me!" + +"May you ever feel like that!" murmured the older woman. + +Soon after that, the first of the figures in the procession reached the +little cottage. The girl flew to the door, crying: + +"Jean! Jean! What made you so late?" + +"I could not help it, sweetheart. I but waited to get the last of my +wages. Now I am paid, and we shall go on our honeymoon!" + +"Oh, Jean! I am so happy!" + +"And I, too, Mazi !" and the man drew the girl to him, a strange light +shining in his eyes. + +They sat down just outside the little cottage, where the gleam from the +lamp would not reflect on them too strongly, and talked of many things. +Of old things that are ever new, and of new things that are destined to +be old. + +The second figure of the procession that seemed to make the lonely +cottage on the moor a rendezvous that evening, was not far behind that +of the lover. It was a figure of a man in a natty blue serge suit. A +panama hat of expensive make sat jauntily on top of his head on which +curled close, heavy black hair. + +"I wonder if the colonel is coming?" mused Jack Young, as he stopped +to let Jean Forette hurry on a little in advance. Then a backward +lance told him that two other figures were joining the procession. +These last two - a man and a woman - walked more slowly, and they did +not talk, except now and then to pass a few words. + +"Then the marriage was legal, after all?" the woman asked. + +"Yes, Kate, it was," answered Colonel Ashley. "You are his lawful wife." + +"And he only told me I wasn't, so as to shame me - to make me leave +him, and render me desperate?" + +"That, and for other reasons. But the fact remains that you are his +wife." + +"And this other ceremony - this other woman?" + +"No legal wife at all." + +"I am sorry for her." + +"Yes, she is but a girl. If I had known in time I might have stopped +it. But it is too late now. Is he there, Jack?" he asked, as he joined +the man in the panama hat. + +"Yes, sitting outside with Mazi. Going to close in?" + +"Might as well. Watch him carefully. He's desperate, and - " + +"I know - full of dope. Well I`m ready for him." + +And so the trio - the last of the procession, if we except Fate - went +closer to the cottage whence so cheerfully gleamed the light. + +"Who is there? What do you want?" + +It was the snarling voice of Jean Forette, late chauffeur for the +Carwells, challenging. + +"Who is it?" he cried. + +The three figures came on. + +Suddenly there was a blinding flash, and the gleam from a powerful +electric torch shone in the faces of Jack Young, Morocco Kate and +Colonel Ashley. + +There was a gasp of surprise and terror trom the man beside Mazi - the +man who had thrust out the torch to see who it was advancing and closing +in on him through the darkness. + +"Ah!" sneered the Frenchman, recovering his self-possession. "It is my +friend the officer. Ah, I am glad to see you - but just now - not!" and +he seemed to spit out the words. + +"Maybe not. I can't always come when I'm expected, nor where I'm +wanted," said Colonel Ashley coolly. "Now, my friend - Jack!" he cried +sharply. + +"I've got him, Colonel," was the cool answer, and there was a cry of +agony from the chauffeur as his wrist was turned, almost to the breaking +point, while there dropped from his paralyzed hand a magazine pistol, +thudding to the sand at his feet. + +"Go on, Colonel," said Jack, who had slipped off to one side, out of +the focus of the glaring light, just in time to prevent Jean Forette +from using the weapon he had quickly taken from a side pocket. "Go on, +close in. I've drawn his stinger." + +"Messieurs, what does this mean?" demanded the girl beside Jean. "Who +are you? What do you want? Ah, it is you - and you !" and she turned +first to Colonel Ashley and then to Jack Young. "You who have talked +so kindly to me - who have asked me so much about - about my husband! +It is you who come like thieves and assassins! Speak to them, Jean! +Tell them to go!" + +The Frenchman was breathing heavily, for Jack had a merciless grip on +him. + +"Speak to them, Jean!" implored the girl, while her mother, standing +in the door with her knitting, looked wonderingly on. "Why do they come +to take you like a traitor?" + +"It - it's all a mistake !" panted the chauffeur. + +"You've got me wrong, messieurs. I - I didn't do it. It was all an +accident. He - I - Oh, my God! You!" and he started back as Morocco +Kate stepped toward him, pulling from her face the veil that had covered +it when the glaring light showed. Jack Young now held the electric torch. + +"You!" he murmured hoarsely. + +"Yes, I!" she cried. "The woman you kicked out like a sick dog! I've +found you at last, and now I'll make you suffer all I did and more - you + - devil!" + +"Softly, Kate, softly!" murmured the colonel. But she did not heed him. + +"You - you spawn of hell !" she cried. "It was you who sent me down +where I am - where not a decent woman will look at me and a decent man +won't speak to me. You did it - you left me to rot in my shame so you +could find some one else - some one younger and prettier to fondle and +kiss and - Oh, God!" + +She sank in a shuddering heap on the sand at the feet of the man who had +broken her body and spirit, and lay there, sobbing out her anger. + +"Let her stay there a little," said the colonel softly. "She'll feel +better after this outburst." + +"Jean! Jean! What is it all about?" begged the girl who still +maintained her place beside him. "Oh, speak to me! Tell me! Who is +she?" and she pointed to the huddled figure on the sand. + +"I'll tell you who she is," said Colonel Ashley. "She is the legal wife +of Jean Carnot, alias Jean Forette, and - " + +A scream from Mazi stopped him. + +"Tell me it isn't true, Jean! Tell me it isn't true!" begged the girl. + +Jean Carnot did not speak. + +"He knows it is true," said the colonel. "And now, my French auto +friend, I've come to take you into custody on a charge of - " + +"I didn't do it! I didn't do it!" cried the man. "I swear I didn't +do it. I was going to throw the glass away but he grabbed it from +me, and - " + +"I arrest you on a charge of bigamy," went on the calm voice of Colonel +Ashley. And then, as he saw Mazi stagger as though about to fall, he +added: + +"All right, Jack. I'll take care of her. You put the bracelets on him. +And see that they're good and tight. We don't want him slipping out and +getting married again. He doesn't have much regard for bonds of any +sort, matrimonial or legal." + +And then he lifted poor, little Mazi up and carried her into the cottage, +while Morocco Kate got slowly to her feet and sat down on the bench in +the darkest shadows, sobbing. + + + +CHAPTER XXIV + +STILL WATERS + + +"The records show that Henri Margot, alias Jean Carnot alias Jean +Forette was married to Isabel Pelubit in Paris on March 17, four years +ago, and that she died under suspicious circumstances three months later, +leaving her husband all of a snug little fortune she possessed. + +"All lies, monsieur - all lies! I do not believe anything you tell me!" + +"Well, that's very foolish of you, Mazi, for you can easily prove for +yourself everything I tell you, and it will be better for you, in the +end, if you do believe." + +"I do not. But go on with - more lies!" She shrugged her shoulders +contemptuously. + +Colonel Ashley leafed over a sheaf of papers he had spread out on the +table in front of him. He and Mazi sat in a room in police headquarters +in Lakeside. It was the day following the procession to the cottage on +the moor. + +"The records show," went on the detective, "that Henri Margot was +arrested in Paris, charged with having poisoned his wife so that he +might spend on another woman the money she possessed. But he was not +convicted, chiefly because the chemists could not agree on the kind of +poison that had caused death." + +"All lies - I do not believe," said Mazi, stolidly. + +"Um!" mused the colonel. "Well, Mazi, you're more stubborn than I +thought. But it doesn't make any difference to me, you know. I'm paid +for all this. Now let's see - what's next? Oh, yes. Then the records +show that Henri, or Jean, whichever you choose to call him, came to this +country. He fell in love with a pretty girl - she wasn't as pretty as +you, Mazi, I'll say that - but he fell in love with her and married her + - or pretended to. However, it was a fake ceremony, and she couldn't +prove anything when he had spent all her money and tossed her aside. So +there wasn't anything we could do to him that time." + +"More lies," said Mazi, calmly - or at least with the appearance of +calmness. + +"The records show," went on the inexorable voice of Colonel Ashley, that +next Jean Carnot, as he called himself then, became infatuated with a +pretty girl - and this time I'll say she was just about as pretty as +you, Mazi - and her name was Annie Tighe. She was an Irish girl, and +she insisted on being married by a priest, so there wasn't any faking +there. Jean was properly married at least." + +"What do I care for all these lies?" sneered the girl, impatiently +tapping her foot on the floor. "Why do you bore me? I am not +interested! I should like to see Jean. Ha! Where have you put him?" + +"You'll see him soon enough, Mazi. I've got just a few more records +to show you, and then I'm done. Now we come to the time when, after +he found he couldn't get out of a legal marriage, Jean put his foot in +it, so to speak. He was tied right, this time, so he took refuge in a +lie when he wanted to shake off the bonds of matrimony, as my friend +Jack Young would say. He told his wife - and she was his wife, and is +yet - he told her the ceremony was a fake, that the priest was a false +one, in his pay." + +"All lies! What do I care?" sneered Mazi, again shrugging her shoulders. + +"Well, now let's get along. After our friend Jean found he was tired +of his wife he shamed her into leaving him and she went - well, that +isn't pleasant to dwell on, either. Except that he's the villain +responsible for her going to the dogs. He sent her there just as he +would have sent you, Mazi, except for what has happened." + +"You mean he is not my husband?" + +"Not in the least." + +"I do not believe you. It is all lies. These women are but jealous. +Proceed." + +"That's about all there is to it, Mazi, except to show you the letter +from your own priest, who confirms the fact that the priest who married +Jean Carnot and Annie Tighe was legally authorized to do so, both by the +laws of his own church and those of New York State, where the ceremony +took place. You will believe Father Capoti, won't you?" and he laid +beside the girl a letter which she read eagerly. + +This time she said nothing about lies, but her face turned deadly pale. + +"And this is the last exhibit," went on the colonel, as he laid a +photograph before Mazi. It showed a man and a girl, evidently in their +wedding finery, and the face of the man was that of Jean Forette, and +that of the girl was of the woman who had groveled on the sand at the +feet of the chauffeur the night before, - Morocco Kate. + +"Look on the back," suggested the detective, and when Mazi turned the +photograph over she read: + +"The happiest day of my life - Jean Carnot." + +"If you happen to have any love letters from him - and I guess you +have," went on the colonel, "you might compare the writing and - " + +"I have no need, monsieur," was the low answer. "I - God help me. - I +believe now! Oh, the liar! If I could see him now - " + +"I rather thought you'd want to," murmured the colonel. "Bring him in!" +he called. + +The door opened, and, handcuffed to a stalwart officer, in slunk Jean +of the many names. + +Mazi sprang to her feet, her face livid. She would have leaped at the +prisoner, but the colonel held her back. But he could not hold back +the flood of voluble French that poured from her lips. + +"Liar! Dog!" she hissed at him. "And so you have deceived me as you +deceived others! You lied - and I thought he lied!" and she motioned to +the colonel. "Oh, what a silly fool I've been! But now my eyes are +open! I see! I see!" + +With a quick gesture, before the colonel could stop her, she tore in +half the picture that had swept away all her doubts. + +"Mustn't do that!" chided the colonel, as he picked up the pieces +which she was about to grind under her feet. "I'll need that at the +trial." + +"You - you beast!" whispered the girl, but the whisper seemed louder +than a shout would have been. "You beast! No longer will I lie for +you. Why you wanted me to, I do not know. Yes, I do! It was so that +you might be with some one else when you should have been with me. +Listen, all of you!" she cried, as she flung her arms wide. "No longer +will I shield him. He told me to say that he was with me when that golf +man - Monsieur Carwell died - before he died - but he was not. No more +will I lie for you, Jean of the many names! You were not with me! I +did not even see you that day. Bah! You were kissing some other fool +maybe! Oh, my God! I - I - " + +And the colonel gently laid the trembling, shrieking girl down on a +bench, while the eyes of the shrinking figure of Jean the chauffeur +followed every movement. + +He raised his free hand, and seemed to be struggling to loosen his collar +that appeared to choke him. For a moment the attention of Colonel Ashley +was turned toward Mazi, who was sobbing frantically. Then, when he saw +that she was becoming quieter, he turned to the prisoner. + +"You heard all that went on, I know," said the detective. "That's why +I put you in the next room." + +"Yes, I heard," was the calm answer. "But what of it? You can prove +nothing only that women are fools. I shall hire a good lawyer and - poof! +What would you have - a man must live. Bigamy, it is not such a serious +charge." + +"Oh, no, there are worse," said the colonel calmly. "You're going to +hear one presently. She told me just what I wanted to know, as I thought +she would if I could get her roused up enough against you. So, you +weren't riding, as you said, with her the day Mr. Carwell came to his +end. I never thought you were, Jean of the many names. And now, +officer, if you'll take him back and lock him up, I guess this will be +about all to-day." + +"But I want to get bail!" exclaimed the prisoner. "I have a right to +be bailed. My lawyer says so." + +"There isn't any bail in your case," said the detective. + +"Pooh! Nonsense! Bigamy, it is not such a serious charge." + +"Oh, didn't I tell you? I meant to," said the colonel gently. "You're +under another accusation now. Jean Forette, to call you by your latest +alias, you're under arrest, charged with the murder, by poison, of +Horace Carwell, and I think we'll come pretty near convicting you by the +testimony of Mazi. Ah, would you - not quite!" + +He struck down the hand the prisoner had raised to his mouth, and there +rolled over the floor a little capsule. The top came off and a white +powder spilled out. + +"Don't step on it!" warned the colonel as several other officers came +in to assist in handling the prisoner, who was struggling violently. +"It's probably the same poison, mixed with French dope, that killed Mr. +Carwell. Jean had it hidden in the collar band of his shirt ready for +emergencies. But you shan't cheat the chair, Jean of the many names!" + +They led the Frenchman away, struggling and screaming that he was +innocent, that it was all a mistake. By turns he prayed and blasphemed +horribly. + +"That's the way they usually do when they can't get a shot of their +dope," said the jail physician, after he had visited the prisoner and +given him a big dose of bromide. "He'll be a wreck from now on. He's +rotten with some French drug, the like of which I've never seen used +before." + +The coroner's jury had been called together again. Once more the sordid +evidence was gone over, but this time there was more of it, and it had +to do with a story told weepingly on the stand by Mazi, and corroborated +by Colonel Ashley. + +And a little later, when the jury filed in, it was to report: + +"We find that Horace Carwell came to his death through poison +administered by Jean Carnot, alias Jean Forette, with intent to kill." + +And a little later, when the grand jury had indicted him, the man's +nerve failed him completely, because his supply of drug was kept from +him and he babbled the truth like a child, weeping. + +He had stolen two hundred dollars from the pocketbook of Mr. Carwell +the day before the championship golf game, and, the crime having been +detected by Viola's father, the chauffeur had been given twenty-four +hours in which to return the money or be exposed. He was in financial +straits, and, as developed later, had stolen elsewhere, so that he +feared arrest and exposure and was at his wit's end. He had spent much +of the money on Mazi, whom he induced to go through a secret marriage +ceremony with him. + +Then Jean, like a cornered rat, and crazy from the drug he had filled +himself with, conceived the idea of poisoning Mr. Carwell. That would +prevent arrest and exposure, he reasoned. + +The chauffeur found his opportunity when he was ordered to stop the big +red, white and blue car at a roadhouse just prior to the game. Mr. +Carwell was thirsty, and in bad humor, and ordered the chauffeur to +bring out some champagne. It was into this that Jean slipped the poison, +mixed with some of his own drug which he knew would retard the action +of the deadly stuff for some time. And it worked just as he had +expected, dropping Mr. Carwell in his tracks about two hours later, as +he made the stroke that won the game. + +"But how did a chauffeur know so much about poison and dope as to be +able to mix a dose that would fool the chemists?" asked Jack Young of +his chief, a little later. + +"Jean's father was a French chemist, and a clever one. It was there +that Jean learned to mix the powder dope he took, and he learned much +of other drugs. I suspect, though I can't prove it, that he poisoned +his first wife. A devil all the way through," answered the colonel. + +"But what did Bartlett and Mr. Carwell quarrel about so seriously that +Bartlett wouldn't tell?" + +"It was about Morocco Kate. Harry learned that she had sold Mr. Carwell +a set of books, and, knowing her reputation, he feared she might have +compromised Mr. Carwell because of his sporting instincts. So Harry +begged Viola's father to come out plainly and repudiate the book contract. +But Mr. Carwell was stiff about it, and told Harry to mind his own +business. That was all. Naturally, after Harry found that Morocco Kate +really was mixed up in the case - though innocently enough - he didn't +want to tell what the quarrel was about for fear of bringing out a +scandal. As a matter of fact there never was any shadow of one." + +"And the mysterious notes to you about Viola having a poison book?" + +"All sent by Jean, of course, to throw suspicion on her. I heard it +rumored, in more than one quarter, that Viola strongly disapproved of +her father's sporty life, and it was said she had stated that she +would rather see him dead than disgraced. Which was natural enough. +I've said that myself many a time about friends. + +"Jean found Miss Carwell's library card, and took out the poison book in +her name, afterward anonymously sending me word about it. I admit that, +for a moment, I was staggered, but it was only for a moment. Here is +what I found in his room." + +Colonel Ashley held out a piece of paper. There was no writing on it, +but it bore the indentations, identical with one of the penciled, +printed notes. + +"He wrote it on a pad," said the colonel, "and tore off the top sheet. +But he used a hard pencil, and the impression went through. Just one +of the few mistakes he made." + +"Fine work on your part, Colonel." + +"As for Captain Poland, the money transactions did look a bit queer, but +we've since found the receipt and it's all right. A new clerk in +Carwell's office had mislaid it. It wasn't Blossom's fault, either. +He's a weak chap, but not morally bad. The worst thing he did was to +fall for Morocco Kate. But better men than he have done the same thing. +However, they won't again." + +"Why, she hasn't - " + +"Oh, no; nothing as rash as that. She's going to take a new route, +that's all. She's a natural born saleswoman, and I've gotten her a +place with a big firm that owes me some favors." + +"And did Blossom come through 'clean' as he said he would?" + +"He did, and he didn't. It seems that a year or so ago he inherited +eleven thousand dollars. He invested half of the money in copper and +made quite a little on the deal. Then, a short while before Carwell +died, he got Blossom to lend him some money, which he was to pay back +inside of a month or two. When Carwell's death occurred, Blossom was +in financial difficulties on account of the demands of Morocco Kate. He +could not get hold of the money he had invested, nor could he get hold +of the money he had loaned Carwell. In his quandary he took certain +securities belonging to Carwell and hypothecated them, expecting, later +on, to make good as soon as he got some of his own money back. Of course +the whole transaction was a rather shady one, and yet I still believe +the young fellow wanted to be honest." + +"How does he stand now?" + +"Oh, he has managed to get hold of some of his money, and with that got +back the Carwell securities. And, of course, the Carwell estate will +have to settle with him later on, and Viola and Miss Mary Carwell are +going to keep him in his present position. + +"He and Minnie Webb are to be married very soon - which reminds me that +I have an invitation for you." + +"For me?" + +"Yes. It's to the wedding of Viola and Harry Bartlett. The affair is +going to be very quiet, so you can come without worrying about a +dress-suit, which I know you hate as much as I do." + +"I should say so!" + +"And did Bartlett's uncle really mulct Mr. Carwell in that insurance +deal?" + +"Well, that's according to how you look at the ins and outs of modern +high finance. It was a case of skin or be skinned, and I guess Harry's +uncle skinned first and beat Mr. Carwell to it. It was six of one and +a half dozen of the other. The deal would have been legitimate either +way it swung, but it made Mr. Carwell sore for a time, and that, more +than anything else, made him quarrel with Harry when Morocco Kate was +mentioned." + +The letters in the secret drawer, which had so worried Viola, proved +to be very simple, after all. They referred to a certain local +committee, organized for an international financial deal which Mr. +Carwell was endeavoring to swing with Captain Poland. The latter +thought, because of his intimate association with Viola's father, that +the latter might use his influence in the captain's love affair. But +that was not to be. So Viola's worry was for naught in this respect. + +And so the golf course mystery was cleared up, though even to the end, +when he had paid the penalty for his crime, the chauffeur would not +reveal the nature of the poison he had mixed with the dope which had +made him a wreck. + +Beside the still water, that ran in a deep eddy where the stream curved +under the trees, Colonel Ashley sat fishing. Beside him on the grass a +little boy, with black, curling hair, and deep, brown eyes, sat clicking +a spare reel. Off to one side, in the shade, a colored man snored. + +"Hey, Unk Bob!" lisped the little boy. "Don't Shag make an awful funny +noise?" + +"He certainly does, Gerry! He certainly does!" + +"Just `ike a saw bitin' wood." + +"That's it, Gerry! I'll have to speak to Shag about it. But now, +Gerry, my boy, you must keep still while Unk Bob catches a big fish." + +"Ess, I keep still. But you tell me a `tory after?" + +"Yes, I'll tell you a story." + +"Will you tell me how you was a fissin', an' a big white ball comed an', +zipp! knocked ze fiss off your hook? Will you tell me dat fiss `tory?" + +"Yes, Gerry, I'll tell you that if you'll be quiet now." + +And Shag's snores mingled with the gentle whisper of the water and the +sighing of the wind in the willows. + +And then, when the creel had been emptied and Colonel Robert Lee Ashley +sat on the porch with Gerry Ashley Bartlett snugly curled in his lap and +told the story of the golf ball and the fish, while Shag cleaned the +fish fresh from the brook, two figures stood in the door of the house. + +"Look, Harry!" softly said the woman's voice. "Isn't that a picture?" + +"It is, indeed, my dear. Gerry adores the colonel." + +"No wonder. I do myself. Oh, by the way, Harry, I had a letter from +Captain Poland today." + +"Did you? Where is he now?" asked Harry Bartlett, as his eyes turned +lovingly from the figure of his little son in the colonel's lap to +that of his wife beside him. + +"In the Philippines. He says he thinks he'll settIe there. He was so +pleased that we named the Boy after him." + +"Was he?" and then, as his wife went over to steal up behind her little +son and clasp her hands over his eyes, the man, standing alone on the +porch, murmured: + +"Poor Gerry!" And it was of the lonely man in the Philippines he was +speaking. + +In the silent shadows Colonel Robert Lee Ashley fished again. This time +he was alone, save for the omnipresent Shag. And as the latter netted +a fish, and slipped it into the grass-lined creel, he spoke and said: + +"Mr. Young, he done ast me to-day when we gwine back t' de city. He +done say dere's a big case waitin' fo' you, Colonel, sah. When is +we-all gwine back?" + +"Never, Shag!" + +"Nevah, Colonel, sah?" + +"No. I'm going to spend all the rest of my life fishing. I've resigned +from the detective business! I'll never take another case Never!" + +And Shag chuckled silently as he closed the creel. + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's Etext of The Golf Course Mystery, by Steele + diff --git a/old/glfms10.zip b/old/glfms10.zip Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..15b3f72 --- /dev/null +++ b/old/glfms10.zip |