"Yes, but I"ve done all that can be done on that. There"s really nothing to be done now but just wait--and I"d rather do pretty nearly anything I can think of but that."
"I don"t know, Charlie. Why can"t I give bail for you? You know, Dad made over all that land up in the woods around Long Lake that he owns to me. So I"m a property holder in this county--and that"s what is needed, isn"t it?"
"By Jove! You"re right, Nell! Here, I"ll make out an application. You send for Niles, and we"ll get him to approve this right now. Then we"ll get the judge to sign the bail bond, and I"ll get out. I never thought of that--good thing you"ve got a good head on your shoulders!"
Eleanor, pleased and excited, went out to find Niles, and returned to Charlie with him at once.
"H"m, bail has been fixed at a nominal figure--five thousand dollars," said Niles. "I may mention that I suggested it, knowing that you would not try to evade the issue, Mr. Jamieson. We have heard of you, sir, even up here. If the young lady will come to the judge"s office with me, I have no doubt we can arrange the matter."
Before long it was evident there was a hitch.
"I am sorry, Miss Mercer," said Niles, with a long face, "but there seems to be some doubt as to this. You have not the deed with you--the deed giving t.i.tle to this property?"
"No," said Eleanor. "But the records are here, are they not? Certainly you can make sure that I own it?"
Niles shook his head.
"I"m afraid we must have the deed," he said.
For the moment it looked as if Charlie would have to stay in confinement over night, at least. But suddenly Eleanor remembered old Andrew and his offer to help. And twenty minutes later she was explaining matters to him over the telephone.
"Why, sure," he said. "I can fix you up, Miss Eleanor. I"ve saved money since I"ve been working here, and I"ve put it all into land. I know these woods, you see, and I know that when I get ready to sell I"ll get my profit. I"ll be down as soon as I can come."
"Don"t say a word," said Charlie. "It wouldn"t be past them to fake some way of clouding the old man"s t.i.tle if they knew he was coming. We"ll spring that on them as a surprise. Evidently they figure on being able to keep me here until to-morrow, at least. They"ve got some scheme on foot--they"ve got a card up their sleeves that they want to be able to play while I"m not watching them. I don"t just get on to their game--it"s hard to figure it out from here. But if I once get out I won"t be afraid of them. We"ll be able to beat them, all right, thanks to you. You"re a brick, Nell!"
Andrew was as good as his word. He reached the town in time to go to the judge with the deeds of his property, and though Holmes, who was evidently watching every move of the other side closely, scowled and looked as if he would like to make some protest, there was nothing to be done. He and his lawyers had no official standing in the case--they could only consult with and advise Niles in an unofficial fashion. And, though Niles held a long conference with Holmes and his party before the bail bond was signed, it proved to be impossible for the court to decline to accept it. Some things the law made imperative, and, much as Niles might feel that he was being tricked, he could not help himself.
Once he was free, as he was when the bail bond was signed, Jamieson wasted no time. He saw Eleanor and the two girls settled in the one good hotel of Hamilton, and then rushed back to the court house. And there he found a strange state of affairs. Holmes had brought with him from the city two lawyers, though Isaac Brack, the shyster, was not one of them. And the leader, a man well known to Jamieson, John Curtin by name, now appeared boldly as the lawyer for the accused gypsies. Moreover, he refused absolutely to allow Charlie to see his clients.
In answer to Charlie"s protests he merely looked wise, and refused to say anything more than was required to reiterate his refusal. But Charlie had other sources of information, and an hour after his release, meeting Eleanor, who had walked down to look around the town, leaving the girls behind at the hotel, he gave her some startling news.
"They"re trying to get those gypsies out right now," he said. "They were indicted, you know, for kidnapping. Now Curtin has got a writ of habeas corpus, and he"s kept it so quiet that it was only by accident I found it was to be argued."
"What does that mean?" asked Eleanor. "I don"t know as much about the law as you do, you know."
"It means that a judge will decide whether they are being legally held or not, Nell. And it looks very much to me as if Holmes had managed to fix things so that they"ll get off without ever going before a jury at all! Niles isn"t handling the case right. He"s allowed Holmes and his crowd to pull the wool over his eyes completely. If we had some definite proof I could force him to hold them. But--"
Eleanor laughed suddenly.
"I didn"t suppose it was necessary to give this to you until the trial," she said. "But look here, Charlie--isn"t this proof?" And she handed him the letter found on John, the gypsy--a letter from Holmes, giving him the orders that led to the kidnapping of Dolly.
Charlie shouted excitedly when he read it.
"By Jove!" he said. "This puts them in our power. You were quite right--we don"t want to produce this yet. But I think I can use it to scare our friend Niles. If I"m right, and he"s only a fool, and not a knave, I"ll be able to do the trick. Here he is now! Watch me give him the shock of his young life!"
Niles approached, with a sweeping bow for Eleanor, and a cold nod for Jamieson. But the city lawyer approached him at once.
"How about this habeas corpus hearing, Mr. District Attorney?" he asked. "Are you going to let them get those gypsies out of jail?"
"The case against them appears to be hopelessly defective, sir," returned Niles, stiffly. "I am informed by counsel for the defense that there are a number of witnesses to prove an alibi for the man John, and I feel that it is useless to try to have them held for trial."
"Suppose I tell you that I have absolute evidence--evidence connecting them with the plot, and bringing in another conspirator who has not yet been named? Hold on, Mr. Niles, you have been tricked in this case. I don"t hold it against you, but I warn you that if you don"t make a fight in this case, papers charging you with incompetence will go to the governor at once, with a pet.i.tion for your removal!"
"I--I don"t know why I should allow one of the prisoners in this case to address me in such a fashion!" stuttered Niles.
"I don"t care what you know! I"m telling you the truth, and, for your own sake, you"d better listen to me," said Jamieson, grimly. "I mean just what I say. And unless you want to be lined up with your friend Curtin in disbarment proceedings, you"d better cut loose from him. I suppose Holmes has told you he"ll back your ambitions to go to Congress, hasn"t he?"
Niles seemed to be staggered.
"How--how did you know that?" he gasped.
As a matter of fact, Charlie had not known it; he had only made a shrewd guess. But the shot had gone home.
"There"s more to this than you can guess, Mr. Niles," he said, more kindly. "It"s a plot that is bigger than even I can understand and they have simply tried to use you as a tool. I knew that once you had a hint of the truth, your native shrewdness would make you work to defeat it. You understand, don"t you?"
Coming on top of the bullying, this sop to the love of Niles for flattery was thoroughly effective. Charlie was using the same sort of weapons that the other side had employed. And Niles held out his hand.
"I"ll take the chance," he said. "I"ll see that those fellows stay in jail, Mr. Jamieson. As I told Miss Mercer, I was sure from the beginning that you were all right. May I count on you for aid when the case comes up for trial?"
"You may--and I"ll give you a bigger prisoner than you ever thought of catching," said Charlie.
CHAPTER VI.
BESSIE KING"S PLUCK.
"We"ve got them, I think," Jamieson said to Eleanor Mercer and the two girls after his talk with District Attorney Niles. "There"s just one thing; I don"t understand how Holmes can be so reckless as to take a chance when he must remember that he hasn"t got a leg left to stand on."
"He probably doesn"t know that we know anything about it," said Bessie. "And I guess he thinks that if we had had that note all this time we"d have produced it before, so that he thought it was safe to act."
"You"re probably right, Bessie," said Eleanor. "I thought that letter would be useful, Charlie, when we took it from that gypsy. I don"t suppose I really had any right to keep it, but just then, you see, Andrew and the other guides were the only people around, and they would never question anything I did--they"d just be sure I was right."
"Good thing they do, for you usually are," laughed Charlie. "I"ve given up expecting to catch you, Nell. You guess right too often. And this time you"ve certainly called the turn. Niles is convinced. All I"m afraid of now is that he won"t be able to hold his tongue."
"You want to surprise Mr. Holmes, then?"
"I certainly do. I"d give a hundred dollars right now to see his face when I spring that letter and ask for a warrant for his arrest. Mind you, I don"t suppose for a minute we"ll be able to do him any real harm. He"s got too much influence, altogether, with bigger people than Niles and this judge here."
"You know I"m not very vindictive, Charlie, but I would like to see him get the punishment he deserves. I"d much rather have them let those poor gypsies off, if only they would put him in prison in their place. I feel sorry for them--really, I do. It seems to me that they were just led astray by a man who certainly should know better."
"That part of it"s all right enough, Eleanor. But if one accepted the excuse from every criminal that he was led astray by a stronger character, no one would ever be punished. Pretty nearly everyone who ever gets arrested can frame up that excuse."
"You don"t think it"s a good one?"
"It is, to a certain extent. But if our way of punishing people for doing wrong is any good at all, and if it is really to have any good effect, it"s got to teach the weaklings that every man is responsible himself for what he does, that he can"t shift the blame to someone else and get out of it that way.
"You remember the poem Kipling wrote about that? I mean that line that goes: "The sins that we sin by two and two we must pay for one by one." It seems pretty hard sometimes, but it"s got to be done. However, even if Holmes gets out of this, it"s a thundering good thing that we"ve got as much as we have against him."
"I don"t see why, if you say he"s going to get off without punishment."
"Well, I think it"s apt to make him more careful, for one thing. And for another, some people will believe the evidence against him, and he"ll have the punishment of being partly discredited at least. That"s better than nothing, you know. One reason he"s in a position to do these rotten things without fear of being caught is that he"s supposed to be so respectable. Let people once begin to think he isn"t any better than he should be, and he"ll have to mind his p"s and q"s just like anyone else, I can tell you."
"That"s so! I didn"t think of that."
"The thing to do now is to make sure that the trial comes off at once. I"ve got an idea that they"ll try to get a delay, now that they"ve had to give up their hope of rushing it through while I was tied up and couldn"t tell whatever I happened to know. They"ll figure that the more time they have, the more chance there is that they can work out some new scheme, or that something will turn up in their favor--some piece of luck. And it"s just as likely to happen as not to happen, too, if we give them a chance to hold things up for a few weeks. You want to get away, too, don"t you?"
"We certainly do, Charlie. The girls would be dreadfully disappointed if we didn"t get back in time to make the tramp through the mountains with them."
"Well, I guess we"ll manage it all right. Leave that to me. You"ve had bothers and troubles enough already since you got here. I ought to have a nurse! Here I come to look after your interests, and see that nothing goes wrong with you and your affairs, and the first thing you have to do is to get me out of jail!"
Eleanor returned his laugh.
"We really enjoyed it, though you"ve got Andrew to thank, not me," she said. "Do you really think they"ll manage to get it postponed after to-morrow?"
"Not if I have to sit up with Niles and hold his hand all night, to keep him in line," vowed Jamieson.
And, indeed, the morning proved that there was no cause for worry. Niles, stiffened by Jamieson, refused even to see the men from the other side, who were employed by Holmes, when they came to his office to beg for an adjournment, or to ask him to consent to it, at least, since only the judge had the power to grant it. And the trial began at the appointed time.
Charlie, not being actively engaged as a lawyer in the case, could not spring his sensation himself. But he sat near Niles, waiting for the opportune moment, and, before the morning session was over, since he saw that the time was drawing near, he wrote a note to Niles, explaining his plan to surprise Holmes fully, which he handed to him in the quiet courtroom.
"That"s great--great!" said Niles. "It"s immense, Jamieson! I never dreamed of anything like that. Heavens! How I have been deceived in this man Holmes! You have the original letter, you say?"
Jamieson tapped his breast pocket significantly.
"You bet I"ve got it!" he said. "And it doesn"t leave my possession, either, until it"s been read into the records of this court. You"ll have to call me as a witness, Niles. That"s the only way we can get this over, since I can"t very well act as counsel for either side of the case."
"All right. First thing after lunch," said Niles.
Holmes was in the courtroom, and Jamieson, happening to look up just as Niles spoke to him, caught the merchant pointing to him, the while he bent over and talked earnestly with a sinister, scowling man who was unknown to the lawyer, but who seemed to be on the most intimate terms with Holmes. However, he thought nothing of the incident. He had understood from the first that in opposing Holmes, and doing all he could to spoil his plans regarding Bessie and Zara, he was incurring the millionaire"s enmity, and he did not greatly care.
"You know," he had said to Eleanor, "this chap Holmes thinks--or he did think, at least--that I"d be scared by his ability to help or hurt a man in my profession in the city. But I think a whole lot of that is bluff on his part. I don"t believe he can do as much as he thinks he can. And I don"t know that I care a whole lot, anyhow. He hasn"t gone out of his way to help me so far, and I"ve managed to get along pretty well. I guess I can do without him to the end of the chapter."
Just after the court adjourned for lunch, Niles was called away by Curtin, the leader of the lawyers Holmes had hired to defend the gypsy prisoners, and Jamieson saw them talking earnestly together for several minutes. Naturally, he did not try to overhear the conversation, but he could not have done so in any case, for Curtin kept looking about him, so that it was evident that he, at least, regarded what he had to say as both important and confidential. But Charlie waited patiently, sure that Niles would tell him all he wanted to know, unless he should again go over to the other side.
"They"re wise to us," said Niles, when he returned. "Curtin knows we"ve got something up our sleeves, and maybe he wasn"t anxious to find out what it was!"
"You didn"t tell him, I hope?"
"Not I! Trust me to know better than that! But I think he"s got an inkling."
"Lord, why shouldn"t he?" said Charlie to himself, bitterly. "Of course, there"s no reason why that gypsy shouldn"t tell him! He probably doesn"t realize what the letter means, but we do, and if the rascal has told them that it was taken away from him they would realize at once that they were up against it, and hard!"
"Well, you haven"t told me the whole story," he said, with a suggestion of being offended in his tone. "So I can"t give you my advice as I would be glad to do if you had taken me into your confidence."
"You"ll know it all pretty soon, Niles," said Charlie. "Don"t think you"re being slighted--you"re not. I know just how valuable you are to us, and that we couldn"t get along without you. And, what"s more, I"ll say that I never saw a case handled better than this one. You"re all right. Don"t worry; I don"t care much if they do know. It"s too late for them to do anything now. I"m going to run back to the hotel. I"ve got to get a few papers from my room. Then I"ll be back."
Leaving Niles with little ceremony, he hurried back to the hotel, and went directly to his room, without telling anyone where he was going. As he pa.s.sed through the lobby the clerk happened to be busy and did not see him, and, since his room was on the second floor, he did not wait for the elevator, but walked up. Seemingly, the only person who was interested in his movements was the sinister, black-browed man who had been talking so earnestly with Holmes in the courtroom half an hour before. And Charlie, in a great hurry, paid no attention to him--probably did not even know that he was in the hotel.
With the man, however, matters were very different. He watched Charlie go up the stairs with the keen eyes of a hawk; and, a minute later, followed him up. And when, ten minutes after he had entered his room, Charlie opened the door to come out, he was met with a sharp blow on the chest that staggered him and sent him reeling back into his room.
In an instant the sinister man he had dismissed so readily from his mind when he had seen him talking with Holmes was on him, the door closing as he flung himself through it, and Charlie, taken completely by surprise, was overpowered before he could even begin to put up any sort of resistance.
Even his belated impulse to call for help came too late. A gag was thrust into his mouth as he was about to open it, and then, with no pains to be gentle, his a.s.sailant produced stout cord from his pocket and tied him securely to the bed.
While he was thus rendering Charlie impotent to obstruct him in any way the ruffian said nothing whatever. Now, however, standing off a minute, and looking at his victim with much satisfaction, he broke his silence.
"Trussed up as neat as a turkey for Thanksgiving," he said, in a hoa.r.s.e whisper that seemed to be his natural speaking voice. "You won"t do any more damage, I guess."
And then Charlie, who had been bewildered by this attack, realized at last its meaning. For his a.s.sailant came close to him, began to search his pockets, and, in a moment, drew out, with a cry of triumph, the precious letter from Holmes to the gypsy--the letter without which the whole case against Holmes was bound to collapse!
Charlie struggled insanely for a moment, but then suddenly he grew quiet. For his eyes had happened to wander toward the window, which the thief, with the carelessness for details that has caused the downfall of so many of his kind, had left uncovered. And, peering straight at him from a window across a small light shaft, he saw Bessie King. He was longing to communicate with her when the thief suddenly addressed him again.
"Say, bo," he said, in the same hoa.r.s.e whisper, "I ain"t got nuttin" against you, see? If youse wants this here writin", you can have it--if youse is willin" to pay more fer it than the other guy!"
He looked greedily at Charlie, and, though the lawyer understood thoroughly that the man was only trying to add to the money that Holmes had promised him, and would probably not give up the paper, no matter how much was offered, he jumped at the chance to gain time. Bessie had disappeared, and he was sure that she had gone for help. If he could hold the robber for a few minutes he might beat him yet.
To talk with the gag in his mouth was, of course, impossible, and he managed to lift his bound hands toward his mouth to remind the robber of this.
"Say, that"s right," said the thief. "Here, I"ll ease youse a bit so youse can talk. But no tricks, mind!"
"How much do you want?" gasped Charlie, when he was able to speak. The man stood over him, ready to silence any attempt to cry out, and he knew that it would be useless to call.
"How much you got? I don"t mean in your clothes, but what youse has got salted away in your room," asked the thief. "I ain"t got time to look for it or I"d leave you tied up," he added, with a leer.
"You"ve got something to sell, so name your price," said Charlie, still trying to kill time. "That"s for you to do. What does the other side offer you?"
"Gimme two hundred bucks!" suggested the robber.
"That"s a lot of money," said Charlie, pretending to hesitate. "I might give it to you, but I haven"t got it here. I could get it for you or give you a check----"
"Cash--and cash down!" leered the robber. "An" say, if youse thinks some of them dames youse is workin" with can help youse out of this hole, guess again. They"re all locked up, same as you--from the outside. And there ain"t no telephones in the rooms in this hotel."
For a moment Charlie"s heart sank. If this was true, even though she realized his danger, Bessie could not help him. He did not know what to do, or what to say. But, fortunately for him, he was spared from deciding. For there was a sudden crash at the door, and in a moment it gave way before the onslaught of the proprietor, two or three clerks, and a couple of stout porters. In a second the robber was overpowered and a prisoner, and then Charlie saw Bessie, her eyes alight with eagerness, in the background.
"I climbed down the waterspout!" she cried. "I knew I had to get them to help you!"
CHAPTER VII.