"Taken him back to One Horse Gulch half an hour ago. I reckon he"d as lief stayed here," said a bystander. "From the way things are pintin", it looks as if it might be putty lively for him up thar!"
"What do you mean?" asked Raynor, curiously.
"Well, two or three of them old Vigilantes from Angel"s pa.s.sed yer a minit ago with their rifles, goin" up that way," returned the man, lazily. "Mayn"t be nothing in it, but it looks mighty like"----
"Like what?" asked Mr. Raynor, a little nervously.
"Lynchin"!" said the man.
CHAPTER III.
IN WHICH MR. DUMPHY TAKES POINSETT INTO HIS CONFIDENCE.
The cool weather of the morning following Mr. Dumphy"s momentous interview with Colonel Starbottle, contributed somewhat to restore the former gentleman"s tranquillity, which had been considerably disturbed.
He had, moreover, a vague recollection of having invited Colonel Starbottle to visit him socially, and a nervous dread of meeting this man, whose audacity was equal to his own, in the company of others.
Braced, however, by the tonic of the clear exhilarating air, and sustained by the presence of his clerks and the respectful homage of his business a.s.sociates, he despatched a note to Arthur Poinsett requesting an interview. Punctually at the hour named that gentleman presented himself, and was languidly surprised when Mr. Dumphy called his clerk and gave positive orders that their interview was not to be disturbed and to refuse admittance to all other visitors. And then Mr. Dumphy, in a peremptory, practical statement which his business habits and temperament had brought to a perfection that Arthur could not help admiring, presented the details of his interview with Colonel Starbottle. "Now, I want you to help me. I have sent to you for that business purpose. You understand, this is not a matter for the Bank"s regular counsel. Now what do you propose?"
"First, let me ask you, do you believe your wife is living?"
"No," said Dumphy, promptly, "but of course I don"t know."
"Then let me relieve your mind at once, and tell you that she is not."
"You know this to be a fact?" asked Dumphy.
"I do. The body supposed to be Grace Conroy"s and so identified, was your wife"s. I recognised it at once, knowing Grace Conroy to have been absent at the culmination of the tragedy."
"And why did you not correct the mistake?"
"That is _my_ business," said Arthur, haughtily, "and I believe I have been invited here to attend to _yours_. Your wife is dead."
"Then," said Mr. Dumphy, rising with a brisk business air, "if you are willing to testify to that fact, I reckon there is nothing more to be done."
Arthur did not rise, but sat watching Mr. Dumphy with an unmoved face.
After a moment Mr. Dumphy sat down again, and looked aggressively but nervously at Arthur. "Well," he said, at last.
"Is that all?" asked Arthur, quietly; "are you willing to go on and establish the fact?"
"Don"t know what you mean!" said Dumphy, with an attempted frankness which failed signally.
"One moment, Mr. Dumphy. You are a shrewd business man. Now do you suppose the person--whoever he or she may be, who has sent Colonel Starbottle to you, relies alone upon your inability to legally prove your wife"s death? May they not calculate somewhat on your _indisposition_ to prove it legally; on the theory that you"d rather not open the case, for instance?"
Mr. Dumphy hesitated a moment and bit his lip. "Of course," he said, shortly, "there"d be some talk among my enemies about my deserting my wife"----
"And child," suggested Arthur.
"And child," repeated Dumphy, savagely, "and not coming back again--there"d be suthin" in the papers about it, unless I paid "em, but what"s that!--deserting one"s wife isn"t such a new thing in California."
"That is so," said Arthur, with a sarcasm that was none the less sincere because he felt its applicability to himself.
"But we"re not getting on," said Mr. Dumphy, impatiently. "What"s to be done? That"s what I"ve sent to you for."
"Now that we know it is not your _wife_--we must find out _who_ it is that stands back of Colonel Starbottle. It is evidently some one who knows, at least, as much as we do of the facts; we are lucky if they know no more. Can you think of any one? Who are the survivors? Let"s see; you, myself, possibly Grace"----
"It couldn"t be Grace Conroy, really alive!" interrupted Dumphy hastily.
"No," said Arthur, quietly, "you remember _she_ was not present at the time."
"Gabriel?"
"I hardly think so. Besides, he is a friend of yours."
"It couldn"t be"--Dumphy stopped in his speech, with a certain savage alarm in his looks. Arthur noticed it--and quietly went on.
"Who "couldn"t" it be?"
"Nothing--n.o.body. I was only thinking if Gabriel or somebody could have told the story to some designing rascal."
"Hardly--in sufficient detail."
"Well," said Dumphy, with his coa.r.s.e bark-like laugh, "if I"ve got to pay to see Mrs. Dumphy decently buried, I suppose I can rely upon you to see that it"s done without a chance of resurrection. Find out who Starbottle"s friend is and how much he or she expects. If I"ve got to pay for this thing I"ll do it now, and get the benefit of absolute silence. So I"ll leave it in your hands," and he again rose as if dismissing the subject and his visitor, after his habitual business manner.
"Dumphy," said Arthur, still keeping his own seat, and ignoring the significance of Dumphy"s manner. "There are two professions that suffer from a want of frankness in the men who seek their services. Those professions are Medicine and the Law. I can understand why a man seeks to deceive his physician, because he is humbugging himself; but I can"t see why he is not frank to his lawyer! You are no exception to the rule.
You are now concealing from _me_, whose aid you have sought, some very important reason why you wish to have this whole affair hidden beneath the snow of Starvation Camp."
"Don"t know what you"re driving at," said Dumphy. But he sat down again.
"Well, listen to me, and perhaps I can make my meaning clearer. My acquaintance with the late Dr. Devarges began some months before we saw you. During our intimacy he often spoke to me of his scientific discoveries, in which I took some interest, and I remember seeing among his papers frequent records and descriptions of localities in the foot-hills, which he thought bore the indications of great mineral wealth. At that time the Doctor"s theories and speculations appeared to me to be visionary, and the records of no value. Nevertheless, when we were shut up in Starvation Camp, and it seemed doubtful if the Doctor would survive his discoveries, at his request I deposited his papers and specimens in a cairn at Monument Point. After the catastrophe, on my return with the relief party to camp, we found that the cairn had been opened by some one and the papers and specimens scattered on the snow.
We supposed this to have been the work of Mrs. Brackett, who, in search of food, had broken the cairn, taken out the specimens, and died from the effects of the poison with which they had been preserved."
He paused and looked at Dumphy, who did not speak.
"Now," continued Arthur, "like all Californians I have followed your various successes with interest and wonder. I have noticed, with the gratification that all your friends experience, the singular good fortune which has distinguished your mining enterprises, and the claims you have located. But I have been cognisant of a fact, unknown I think to any other of your friends, that nearly all of the localities of your successful claims, by a singular coincidence, agree with the memorandums of Dr. Devarges!"
Dumphy sprang to his feet with a savage, brutal laugh. "So," he shouted, coa.r.s.ely, "that"s the game, is it! So it seems I"m lucky in coming to you--no trouble in finding this _woman_ now, hey? Well, go on, this is getting interesting; let"s hear the rest! What are your propositions, what if I refuse, hey?"
"My first proposition," said Arthur, rising to his feet with a cold wicked light in his grey eyes, "is that you shall instantly take that speech back and beg my pardon! If you refuse, by the living G.o.d, I"ll throttle you where you stand!"
For one wild moment all the savage animal in Dumphy rose, and he instinctively made a step in the direction of Poinsett. Arthur did not move. Then Mr. Dumphy"s practical caution a.s.serted itself. A physical personal struggle with Arthur would bring in witnesses--witnesses perhaps of something more than that personal struggle. If he were victorious, Arthur, unless killed outright, would revenge himself by an exposure. He sank back in his chair again. Had Arthur known the low estimate placed upon his honour by Mr. Dumphy he would have been less complacent in his victory.
"I didn"t mean to suspect _you_," said Dumphy at last, with a forced smile, "I hope you"ll excuse me. I know you"re my friend. But you"re all wrong about these papers; you are, Poinsett, I swear. I know if the fact were known to outsiders it would look queer if not explained. But whose business is it, anyway, legally, I mean?"
"No one"s, unless Devarges has friends or heirs."
"He hadn"t any."