"Nervy."
"You can do it for me, Henry."
"Me?"
"I"ll give you the key to his cabinet."
"Where"d you get that?"
"Met him on my way in. He was going up to Pettigrew"s to look after the wounded. The window in the end of the wing opens into the operating room, where the supplies are."
"I"d look fine climbing into a window at two hundred and twenty pounds."
"It"s on the ground floor," returned Laramie, unmoved.
"What will the family be doing while I"m burgling?"
"Mrs. Carpy and the girls are in Medicine Bend. The house is empty.
When you"re through, leave the key in the skull of the skeleton behind the door."
Sawdy stared without much enthusiasm at the little key that Laramie pa.s.sed to him; then he slipped it without comment into his pocket. The talk went on in low, leisurely tones until the second portion of ham had been served, when both resumed their supper as if nothing had been eaten or said. Afterward, Laramie spent an hour getting together some things he needed at home. He met Sawdy later at Kitchen"s barn.
Sawdy, with abundance of grumbling at his a.s.signment, had the gauze and the catgut, but he had brought the key back. He could not find the surgeon"s needles. There seemed nothing for it but for Laramie to go to the office and make the search himself. He thought of Belle; she would do it for him, he knew, but he felt it would not be right to mix her up in what might prove a still more tragic affair. After brief reflection he started for Carpy"s himself.
The doctor"s house stood back of Main Street, a block and a half from the barn. Laramie walked half a mile to reach it, choosing unlighted ways for the trip. The night was dark and by crossing a vacant lot he reached the rear of the house un.o.bserved. The office, divided into a consulting room and an operating room, consisted of a one-story wing connecting with the residence--the consulting room adjoining the residence, the operating room occupying the end of the wing. This latter was the room Laramie sought. The window that Sawdy had already burglariously entered, opened easily, and Laramie, standing alone in the dark room, felt in his pocket for a match.
He had been in the office more than once before and knew about where the cabinet containing the surgical instruments stood. A connecting door led from the room he had entered to the office proper. He tried this. It was unlocked and he left it closed. The curtains of the windows were drawn and he took a match from his pocket, lighted it and looked around. The first thing he saw was the articulated skeleton suspended near the door from the ceiling. It would have been a shock had he not seen it before and been familiar with the label fastened to the breastbone reciting that this had once been Flat Nose George, an early day desperado of the high country.
Turning from this relic, Laramie set about his work, disdaining to inspect various gruesome specimens in alcohol ranged along a shelf.
Aided by an occasional match which he lighted and shielded in his left hand, he found the cabinet and with his key opened the door. The flame of his match too carefully guarded, flickered in his fingers, failed and went out. He thrust it hastily into one pocket, drew a fresh match from another and was about to scratch it across his leather wristlet when he heard a door open. The next moment he saw, under the door leading from his room to the consulting room, a flash of light.
Awkward as it was to be interrupted, he faced the surprise with such composure as he could muster. Who could it be? he asked himself. The family was accounted for, the house locked. He scratched the match again. As it flared up he looked into the cabinet, found the packet of needles, tore a card of them in two, slipped one piece into a waistcoat pocket and closed the cabinet door. He turned to listen to the office intruder. Laramie hoped that nothing would bring the unwelcome visitor into the operating room, but as he stood awaiting developments the unlocked door was pushed open and a tiny flashlight was thrown into the room in which he stood.
Fortunately Laramie outside the circle of light was left in the dark.
The intruder was a woman. He shrank back and she luckily turned her light from him but only to encounter, as she stepped forward, Flat Nose George, no less forbidding now than he had been in life. The woman with the light started back in horror and a sharp little exclamation betrayed her ident.i.ty; Laramie was at once aware that he was facing Kate Doubleday.
Nothing could have pleased him less. In so small a room it was impossible to escape detection. He could almost hear her breathe and would have reveled in her presence so close, but that the apprehension of frightening her weighed on him like a mountain. Hardly daring to breathe himself he cursed the erratic doctor"s skeleton pet--hung, of all places, where every little while he was cutting people open.
The skeleton had already set the girl"s nerves on edge. What would happen if she discovered a live man as well as the ghastly remains of a dead one--not to mention alcoholic clippings from other subnormal notables of the mountains? With the flashlight she was evidently searching for something and Laramie surmised it must be the electric light switch: "I think," he suggested in as steady a tone as possible, "you"ll find the light b.u.t.ton to the right of the door behind you."
He was prepared for a scream or a swoon. Instead, the flashlight was turned directly on him: "Who are you?" came sharply and quickly from behind it.
"I might ask the same question. You can see I"m Jim Laramie. I can guess you"re Kate Doubleday."
"I am, and I"ve come here for dressings for wounded men at Pettigrew"s.
What are you doing here?" she demanded, peremptorily.
His lips were sealed for more reasons than one. Least of all would it do for him to expose Doctor Carpy"s friendliness and embroil him in a feud which Laramie knew he ought to face alone.
Kate held the light excitedly on him. It was an instant before he had his answer in hand: "I"ve lied to a good many people at different times about different things," he said deliberately. "I"ve still got my first lie to tell to you, Kate. And I certainly won"t tell it tonight.
Don"t ask me what I"m doing here. Turn on the light by the door, or let me do it, so I can see you. You here alone?"
"No, there are plenty of men outside with me," she exclaimed abruptly.
"I shouldn"t have asked that question," he continued in the same tone.
"I know you"re alone. You say "men" because you"re afraid of me----"
"I"m not the least afraid of you. And don"t deceive yourself. There are men here."
"But they are mostly in bottles, Kate--and in pieces. Live men don"t ride up to a place like this without making a noise. Flat Nose George is the only man here besides me, outside the alcohol, and I can claim him as well as you can."
"I"m sure you would feel perfectly at home with Flat Nose George," she retorted swiftly.
If the words stung, Laramie kept his temper. "Probably there"s a good deal I deserve that you haven"t heard about me," he said slowly. "But from the way you talk, you"ve heard a few things maybe I don"t deserve.
n.o.body"s got any right to cla.s.s me with Flat Nose George or anybody else in Carpy"s museum."
"You"ve cla.s.sed yourself with him," she exclaimed vehemently.
"Defending cattle thieves and harboring them! Everyone knows that!"
"I did talk rough to your father this morning. I was pretty angry.
Just the same, don"t believe everything you hear about me. At present, it"s just us two. What do you want to do, surrender to me?"
"No!" she snapped the word out furiously. "I won"t, not if you kill me."
"Suppose I surrender to you? What do you want me to do--stick up my hands? So far, they haven"t been up--if I remember right. But I expect I"ll have to learn sometime how to surrender."
"I want no surrender, no parley with you. The doctor told me his house was empty and directed me here for the dressings. When I come, I find you. I"ll get away at once. Before I go----"
"No, I"ll go. But let me turn on the light." He stepped to the door and pressed the b.u.t.ton. "I wanted," he continued, as a light flooded the queer room, "to have just one look at you before I go." She stood before him quite unafraid. Her eyes flashed as if she were actually mistress of the situation instead of really helpless in the presence of her father"s most resourceful enemy.
Laramie half-smiled at her serenity: "Why don"t you go?" she exclaimed.
Still regarding her, he shifted his position a little and replied with entire good-nature: "I only live along, from one sight to another of you. I"m just filling up, like a man at a spring. You don"t object to my only looking at you for a minute?"
"I object to being delayed and annoyed," she declared in a blaze.
"I"ve come here for dressings needed for wounded men----"
"Well, so have I, if you must have it."
"I was sent here by Doctor Carpy for things he wants tonight; you have no more right here helping yourself to his property than you have taking other people"s."
"Don"t say I take other people"s property!" Laramie spoke fiercely.
"Don"t call me a thief." His words burned with anger. "My hands may not be as white as yours--they"re just as clean!"
Stunned as she might well have been at the outburst, Kate stood her ground: "Did Doctor Carpy give you permission to come here tonight?"
She shot the words at Laramie without giving him time to breathe.
Laramie checked the flood of anger he had loosed: "I don"t need permission from Doctor Carpy to come here night or day. Ask him if you want to," he said with scornful disgust. He sank down on the chair at his side in complete resentment of the whole situation and, leaning forward with a hand spread over one knee and one fist clenched on the other, he stared not at Kate"s eyes, but at the floor, with only her trim boots in his field of vision. "What"s the use?" he exclaimed, drawing the words up seemingly all the way from his own disorderly and alkali-stained foot coverings. "What"s the use?" he repeated, in stronger and more savage tones. "I"ve treated her from the first instant I saw her, and every instant since, as I thought a woman ought to be treated--would like to be treated. Now I get my reward. She calls me a thief--and, my G.o.d! I take it. I don"t ride out and kill her father who taught her to do it, quick as I can reach him; I just take it!" he exclaimed.
He hesitated a moment. Then he flung a question at her like a thunderbolt: "What do you want here?"