"Perhaps I"m talking about you. But more particularly about Jimmie Carlisle. For just now d.i.c.k Sherwood said when he telephoned, that an hour or two ago Jimmie Carlisle had hunted him up, had hinted that he was going to lose a lot of money unless he was properly advised, and offered to give him certain valuable information for five thousand cash."
Barney turned upon his partner. "You d.a.m.ned thief!" he snarled, tensed as if about to spring upon the other.
Old Jimmie, turned greenishly pale, shrank away from Barney, his every expression proclaiming his guilt. Then Maggie again found her voice:
"And at about the same time Barney was trying to double-cross Jimmie Carlisle, Barney proposed to me that, after we"d got d.i.c.k Sherwood"s money, we"d tell Jimmie Carlisle we"d got very little, and divide the real money fifty-fifty between just us two."
"You d.a.m.ned thief!" snarled Old Jimmie back at his partner.
The next moment Barney and Old Jimmie were upon each other, striking wildly, clawing. But the moment after Joe Ellison, his repressed rage now unloosed, and with the super-strength of his supreme fury, had torn the two apart.
"You don"t do that to each other--that job belongs to me!" he cried.
His right arm flung Barney backward so that Barney went staggering over himself and sprawled upon the floor. Joe gripped Old Jimmie"s collar, and his right hand painfully twisted Jimmie"s arm. "And I finish you off first, Jimmie Carlisle, for what you"ve done to me and my girl! But for Larry Brainard you, Jimmie Carlisle, would have succeeded in your scheme to make my girl a crook! I"d like to give you a thousand years of agony, you d.a.m.ned rat--but that"s beyond me!" His right hand shifted swiftly from Old Jimmie"s arm to his throat. "But I"m going to choke your rat"s life out of you!--your lying, sneaking devil"s life out of you!"
Old Jimmie squirmed and twisted with those long fingers clamped mercilessly around his throat, his eyes rolling, and his mouth gaping with voiceless cries. He was indeed being shaken as a rat might be shaken.
"Don"t!--Don"t!" cried the frantic Maggie, and started to seize her father to pull him away. But she was halted by her arm being caught by Barney.
"Let Jimmie have it!" he said fiercely to her, and flung her to the farthest corner of the room. And grimly exultant over what seemed to be Old Jimmie"s doom, he started for the door to make his own escape.
Up to the moment of Joe Ellison"s eruption Larry had felt bound to remain a mere spectator where he was: long as the time had seemed to him, it had in fact been less than half an hour. He had felt bound at first by his promise to Maggie to let her work out her plan; and bound later by his sense that this situation belonged to Joe Ellison. But now this swift crisis dissolved all such obligations. He sprang from his closet to take his part in the drama that was so swiftly unfolding.
CHAPTER x.x.xVI
Larry caught and whirled around Barney Palmer just as the hand of the escaping Barney was on the k.n.o.b of the outer door.
"No, you don"t, Barney Palmer!" he cried. "You stay right here!"
Startled as Barney was by this appearance of his dearest enemy, he wasted no precious time on mere words. He swung a vicious blow at Larry, intended to remove this barrier to his freedom. But the experienced Larry let it glance off his forearm, and with the need of an instantaneous conclusion he sent a terrific right to Barney"s chin.
Barney staggered back, fell in a crumpled heap, and lay motionless.
Sparing only the fraction of a second to see that Barney was momentarily out of it, Larry sprang upon Joe Ellison and tried to break the deadly grips Joe held upon Old Jimmie.
"Stop, Joe--stop!" he cried peremptorily. "Your killing Jimmie Carlisle isn"t going to help things!"
Without relaxing his holds, Joe turned upon this interferer.
"Larry Brainard! How"d you come in here?"
"I"ve been here all the time. But, Joe--don"t kill Jimmie Carlisle!"
"You keep out--this is my business!" Joe fiercely replied. "If you"ve been here all the time, then you know what he"s done to me, and what he"s done to my girl! You know he deserves to have his neck twisted off--and I"m going to twist it off!"
Larry perceived that Joe"s sense of tremendous injury had made him for the moment a madman in his rage. Only the most powerful appeal had a chance to bring him back to sanity.
"Listen, Joe--listen!" he cried desperately, straining to hold back the other"s furious strength from its destructive purpose. "After what"s happened, every one is bound to know that Maggie is your daughter!
Understand that, Joe?--every one will know that Maggie is your daughter!
It"s not going to help you to be charged with murder. And think of this, Joe--what"s it going to do to your daughter to have her father a murderer?"
"What"s that?" Joe Ellison asked dazedly.
Larry saw that his point had penetrated to the other"s reason. So he drove on, repeating what he had said.
"Understand this, Joe?--every one will now know that Maggie is your daughter! You simply can"t prevent their knowing that now! Remember how for over fifteen years you"ve been trying to do the best you could for her! Do you now want to do the worst thing you can do? The worst thing you can do for Maggie is to make her father a murderer!"
"I guess that"s right Larry," he said huskily. "Thanks."
He pushed the half-strangled Jimmie Carlisle away from him. "You"ll get yours in some other way!" he said grimly.
Old Jimmie, staggering, caught the back of a chair for support. He tenderly felt his throat and blinked at Larry and Joe and Maggie. He did not try to say anything. In the meantime Barney had recovered consciousness, had struggled up, and was standing near Old Jimmie.
Their recognition that they were sharers of defeat had served to restore something of the sense of alliance between the two.
"Well, anyhow, Larry Brainard," snarled Barney, "you haven"t had anything to do with putting this across!"
It was Joe Ellison who replied. "Larry Brainard has had everything to do with putting this across. He"s been beating you all the time from the very beginning, though you may not have known it. And though he"s seemed to be out of things for the last few hours, he"s been the actual power behind everything that"s happened up to this minute. So don"t fool yourself--Larry Brainard has beaten you out at every point!"
A sense of triumph glowed within Larry at this. There had been a time when he had wanted the animal satisfaction which would have come from his giving violent physical punishment to these two--particularly to Barney. But he had no desire now for such empty vengeance.
"Well, I guess you"ve got nothing on me," Barney growled at them, "so I"ll be moving along. Better come, too, Jimmie."
While he spoke a figure had moved from Larry"s closet with the silence of a swift shadow. It"s thin hand gripped Barney"s shoulder.
"I guess _I"ve_ got something on you!" it said.
Barney whirled. "Red Hannigan!" he gasped.
"Yes, Red Hannigan!--you stool--you squealer!" said Red Hannigan. "I heard you brag about being Barlow"s stool, and I heard everything else you bragged about to Joe Ellison"s girl. I"d b.u.mp you off right now if I had my gat with me and if I had any chance at a get-away. But I"ll be looking after you, and the gang will be looking after you, till you die--the same as you set us after Larry Brainard! No matter what else happens to you, you"ll always have that as something extra waiting for you! And when the time comes, we"ll get you!"
As silently as he had appeared from the closet, as silently he let himself out of the room. The glowering features of Barney had faded to a pasty white while Hannigan had spoken, and now the hand which tried to bring a handkerchief to his lips shook so that he could hardly find his face. For none knew so well as Barney Palmer how inescapable was this thing which would be hanging over him until the end of his days.
Before any one in the room could speak there came a loud pounding from within the door of the closet Larry and Red Hannigan had not occupied.
"Oh, I"d completely forgotten!" exclaimed Maggie--and indeed she had forgotten all that was not immediately connected with the situation created by her father"s unexpected entrance. She crossed and unlocked the door, and Barlow stepped out.
"Chief Barlow!" exclaimed the astonished Larry, and all the other men gazed at the Chief of Detectives with an equal surprise.
"He is part of my frame-up," Maggie explained at large. "I wanted both the police and Larry"s old friends to know the truth at first hand--and clear him before I went away."
"Wasn"t that Red Hannigan who just spoke?" were Barlow"s first words.
"Yes," said Larry.
Barney, and Old Jimmie as well, had perked up at the appearance of Barlow, as though at aid which had come just in time. But Barlow turned upon Barney a cold police eye.
"I heard you brag that you were my stool. That"s a lie."