"Yes," he went on, apparently satisfied with her exclamation. "Of course, I know she"s dead, or at least, you say so, but we haven"t got enough proof without her--not the way old Waite promises to fight your claim--and so we"ve got to hunt for a subst.i.tute. Do you happen to know any old woman about the right age who would make affidavit for you? She probably wouldn"t have to go on the stand at all. Waite will cave in as soon as he knows we"ve got the evidence."
He waited for an answer, but she hardly knew what to say. Then she remembered that Keith insisted that Miss Maclaire had no conception that there was any fraud in her claim.
"No, I know no one. But what do you mean? I thought everything was straight? That there was no question about my right to inherit?"
"Well, there isn"t, Christie," pulling fiercely on his cigar. "But the courts are particular; they have got to have the whole thing in black and white. I thought all along I could settle the entire matter with Waite outside, but the old fool won"t listen to reason. I saw him twice to-day."
"Twice?" surprise wringing the word from her.
"Yes; thought I had got him off on a false scent and out of the way, the first time, but he turned up again like a bad penny. What"s worse, he"s evidently stumbled on to a bit of legal information which makes it safer for us to disappear until we can get the links of our chain forged. He"s taken the case into court already, and the sheriff is here tryin" to find me so as to serve the papers. I"ve got to skip out, and so"ve you."
"I?" rising to her feet, indignantly. "What have I done to be frightened over?"
He laughed, but not pleasantly.
"Oh, h.e.l.l, Christie, can"t you understand? Old Waite is after you the same way he is me. It"ll knock our whole case if he can get you into court before our evidence is ready. All you know is what I have told you--that"s straight enough--but we"ve got to have proof. I can get it in a month, but he"s got hold of something which gives him a leverage.
I don"t know what it is--maybe it"s just a bluff--but the charge is conspiracy, and he"s got warrants out. There is nothing for us to do but skip."
"But my clothes; my engagement?" she urged, feeling the insistent earnestness of the man, and sparring for delay. "Why, I cannot go.
Besides, if the sheriff is hunting us, the trains will be watched."
"Do you suppose I am fool enough to risk the trains?" he exclaimed, roughly, plainly losing patience. "Not much; horses and the open plains for us, and a good night the start of them. They will search for me first, and you"ll never be missed until you fail to show up at the Trocadero. Never mind the clothes; they can be sent after us."
"To-night!" she cried, awakening to the immediate danger, and rising to her feet. "You urge me to fly with you to-night?--now?"
"Sure, don"t be foolish and kick up a row. The horses are here waiting just around the end of the ravine."
She pressed her hands to her breast, shrinking away from him.
"No! No! I will not go!" she declared, indignantly. "Keep back! Don"t touch me!"
Hawley must have expected the resistance, for with a single movement he grasped her even as she turned to fly, pinning her arms helplessly to her side, holding her as in a vice.
"Oh, but you will, my beauty," he growled. "I thought you might act up and I"m ready. Do you think I am fool enough to leave you here alone to be pumped dry? It is a big stake I"m playing after, girl, and I am not going to lose it through the whims of a woman. If you won"t go pleasantly, then you"ll go by force. Keep still, you tigress! Do you want me to choke you?"
She struggled to break loose, twisting and turning, but the effort was useless. Suddenly he whistled sharply. There was the sound of feet scrambling down the path, and the frightened woman perceived the dim outlines of several approaching men. She gave one scream, and Hawley released his grip on her arms to grasp her throat.
She jerked away, half-stumbling backward over a rock. The revolver, carried concealed in her dress, was in her hand. Mad with terror, scarcely knowing what she did, she pulled the trigger. In the flash she saw one man throw up his hands and go down. The next instant the others were upon her.
Chapter x.x.x. In Christie"s Room
Keith swept his glance up and down the street without results. Surely, Hawley and his companion could not have disappeared so suddenly. They had turned to the right, he was certain as to that, and he pushed through the crowd of men around the theatre entrance, and hastened to overtake them. He found nothing to overtake--nowhere along that stretch of street, illumined by window lights, was there any sign of a man and woman walking together. He stopped bewildered, staring blindly about, failing utterly to comprehend this mysterious vanishing. What could it mean? What had happened? How could they have disappeared so completely during that single moment he had waited to speak to Fairbain? The man"s heart beat like a trip-hammer with apprehension, a sudden fear for Hope taking possession of him. Surely the girl would never consent to enter any of those dens along the way, and Hawley would not dare resort to force in the open street. The very thought seemed preposterous, and yet, with no other supposition possible, he entered these one after the other in hasty search, questioning the inmates sharply, only to find himself totally baffled--Hawley and Hope had vanished as though swallowed by the earth. He explored dark pa.s.sage-ways between the scattered buildings, rummaging about recklessly, but came back to the street again without reward.
Could they have gone down the other side, in the deeper shadows, and thus reached the hotel more quickly than it seemed to him possible?
There was hardly a chance that this could be true, and yet Keith grasped at it desperately, cursing himself for having wasted time. Five minutes later, breathless, almost speechless with anxiety, he startled the clerk.
"Has Miss Waite come in? Miss Hope Waite?"
"Blamed if I know," retorted the other, indifferently. "Can"t for the life of me tell those two females apart. One of them pa.s.sed through "bout ten minutes ago; Doc Fairbain was with her. Another party just went upstairs hunting Miss Maclaire, and as they haven"t come down, I reckon it must have been her--anything wrong?"
"I"m not sure yet," shortly. "Who was this other person?"
"Old fellow with white hair and whiskers--swore like a pirate--had the sheriff along with him."
It came to Keith in a flash--it was Waite. Perhaps Christie knew.
Perhaps the General knew. Certainly something of importance was crystallizing in the actress" room which might help to explain all else.
He rushed up the stairs, barely waiting to rap once at the closed door before he pressed it open. The sight within held him silent, waiting opportunity to blurt out his news. Here, also, was tragedy, intense, compelling, which for the instant seemed to even overshadow the fate of the girl he loved. There were three men present, and the woman. She stood clutching the back of a chair, white-faced and open-eyed, with Fairbain slightly behind her, one hand grasping her arm, the other clinched, his jaw set pugnaciously. Facing these two was Waite, and a heavily built man wearing a brown beard, closely trimmed.
"You"d better acknowledge it," Waite snapped out, with a quick glance at the newcomer. "It will make it all the easier for you. I tell you this is the sheriff, and we"ve got you both dead to rights."
"But," she urged, "why should I be arrested? I have done nothing."
"You"re an adventuress--a d.a.m.n adventuress--Hawley"s mistress, probably--a--"
"Now, see here, Waite," and Fairbain swung himself forward, "you drop that. Miss Maclaire is my friend, and if you say another word I"ll smash you, sheriff or no sheriff."
Waite glared at him.
"You old fool," he snorted, "what have you got to do with this?"
"I"ve got this to do with it, you"ll find--the woman is to be treated with respect or I"ll blow your d.a.m.ned obstinate head off."
The sheriff laid his hand on Waite"s shoulder.
"Come," he said, firmly, "this is no way to get at it. We want to know certain facts, and then we can proceed lawfully. Let me question the woman."
The two older men still faced one another belligerently, but Keith saw Christie draw the doctor back from between her and the sheriff.
"You may ask me anything you please," she announced, quietly. "I am sure these gentlemen will not fight here in my room."
"Very well, Miss Maclaire. It will require only a moment. How long have you known this man Hawley?"
"Merely a few days--since I arrived in Sheridan."
"But you were in communication with him before that?"
The pleasant voice and quiet demeanor of the sheriff seemed to yield the girl confidence and courage.
"Yes, he had written me two or three letters."
"You met him here then by appointment?"
"He was to come to Sheridan, and explain to me more fully what his letters had only hinted at."