I waited for no more, but went down to inform one of the men keeping the ballroom door what had happened. The police and a doctor were "phoned for, and arrived with almost magical promptness. The gold tissue curtains were quietly drawn across Box 18 while two "plain clothes" men took note of what Lady Mary Proudfit and I had to tell, and the doctor probed the mystery of Anne Garth"s condition. He was soon able to p.r.o.nounce her dead, but it was not till later that he discovered the p.r.i.c.k of a hypodermic syringe at the base of the brain.
The girl had been killed as sick dogs are suppressed with an injection of strychnine. Pre-occupied as I was with my own affairs, I could not help remarking the doctor"s emotion. He was a young man, and at the time I credited him with unusual sensitiveness and sympathy: but when I learned that his name was Doran I was less sure that he deserved credit. Poetic justice had gone out of its way to avenge Anne Garth by ordering this coincidence.
I told what I knew of the girl, beginning with the day I saw her leave Sing Sing prison with the directress of the Grey Sisterhood, and going on to the episode of the note dropped, weighted with a rose. I had reason to emphasise Anne Garth"s connection with the Sisterhood, hoping to fasten suspicion upon it, and secure aid more powerful than mine--that of the police--for Maida. I described the tall Harlequin who had pa.s.sed me in the corridor as I hurried toward Box 18, and urged my theory that the murderer of Anne Garth had worn this disguise under his chain armour. With the help of a confederate (the Columbine) waiting in an adjoining box, he could have made the change, and so escaped without drawing attention. I did not hesitate to suggest, also, that the man was Doctor Rameses, the hypnotist: but the police of New York had come to consider me mad on the subject of Rameses and the Grey Sisterhood. I was a.s.sured that enquiries would be made: and they were made. It was ascertained that Doctor Rameses had accepted Mrs.
Gorst"s invitation, but at the last moment had telegraphed that an attack of "grippe" had laid him low. Another alibi as usual! It was proved (to the satisfaction of the police) that he had not left his house that night. The disjointed diary of Anne Garth contained no names, and was not even an accusation, still less a proof of evil intent on the part of any member of the Grey Sisterhood.
I heard early next day that the police had duly, if discreetly, visited Pine Cliff, and learned that all was "above board." Anne Garth had been impudent, and careless about her duties. She had been discharged some days before the ball, her princ.i.p.al patient having gone away on a visit, in order to "get rid of the nurse without a fuss." Some gossip in the house must have turned the woman"s thoughts to Lord John Hasle, and she had seen a way of embarra.s.sing the ladies of the Sisterhood.
As for the murder, a theory was suggested by a bundle of love letters found among Anne Garth"s effects, forgotten when she departed. From these it appeared that she had been in the habit of meeting a man who signed himself "d.i.c.k," whenever she was given a day off from her duties at Sisterhood House. The last letters threatened reprisals if she persisted in seeing a certain "Tom," otherwise unnamed.
As for the Harlequin and Columbine, they were as impossible to trace as ghosts. No one could be discovered who had seen them enter the ballroom or leave it. Had it not been for Lady Mary Proudfit"s testimony, I might have floundered into serious difficulties, in spite of the chain armour. Thanks to her (and perhaps a little to my own position) I was free to come and go; which was well, because Anne Garth had left me a tryst to keep for the following night.
The one fact I hid was the existence of the letter found by me in the dead girl"s lap. It was typed, and unsigned: but Anne Garth"s journal proved to me, if not to the police, that she was loyal; and the note tied to the rose promised a letter from Maida. "From _her_," the nurse had written, expecting me to understand, and I had understood. I had also believed, because I could see no reason why Anne Garth, risking much to deliver the message, should deceive me. The man in chain armour had had too great a need for haste to seek a letter, nor had he reason to suspect the existence of one. His object, if I read it right, was to prevent Anne Garth from telling her story.
The note so fortunately hidden under the nurse"s cloak was not in Maida"s writing, but had been neatly typed. It was not the first time, however, that I had received typed letters from her. Sometimes I had doubted their genuineness, but one of them explained that she had learned to use a typewriter, to help the Head Sister with charitable correspondence. After that I had felt more at ease about those clearly typed communications.
"My dear Friend," the letter began (Maida never gave me a warmer t.i.tle), "I"ve been ill with grippe, which is an epidemic here. Now I"m better, but so weak that I long for tonic air, and it has been decided to send me up to the Crescent Mountain Inn. I"m looking forward to the change after my hard work and illness. But how glorious it would be if you could come to see me! I hope to start the day after you receive this. If I can get off then, I shall arrive at the Crescent Mountain railway station in the train which reaches there at nine-fifteen. I don"t know what time the train that connects with it leaves New York, but you can find out--if you care to! At the station a team of dogs with a driver who serves the Inn (his name is Garth) meets the train if ordered. As my departure is a little uncertain, because I"m not strong, no telegram has been sent so far, and the team is free for anyone who wishes to engage it. If you _should_ do so, and I should happen to be in the train, I"m sure you wouldn"t mind having me for an extra pa.s.senger! I"ve spoken only to one person about my brilliant idea of our meeting. Yours ever, M."
n.o.body who reads this can wonder that I didn"t show it to the police, or that I was ready to believe the letter genuine. Despite the gloom cast upon me by the death of Maida"s messenger, despite my annoyance with the police, I was selfishly happy. I saw that I was in great luck to have got out of a tangle which might have enmeshed me in bonds of red tape; and it goes without saying that I telegraphed the Crescent Mountain Inn, ordering a room, and Larry Garth the dog-driver to meet me with his team.
I remembered Teano"s mentioning that Anne Garth"s brother lived in the mountains; and I "phoned him to ask if the man were employed by the Crescent Mountain Inn. The answer was, "Yes, he drives their dog-team"; and I was the more firmly convinced that Maida and Anne Garth had concocted the typewritten letter together.
In deducing this, I belittled the Enemy"s intelligence. But one lives and learns. Or, one dies and learns.
The Crescent Mountain Inn--as most people know--is one of the most famous winter resorts in America. It is also an autumn and spring resort for those who love winter sports, for snow falls early at that great height, and rests late. Its comparative accessibility from New York adds to the charm, and the sledge with a team of Alaskan dogs (instead of an ordinary sleigh drawn by mere horses) was an inspiration on the part of the landlord.
I told no one but Teano of my intention. He, oppressively prudent where I was concerned, wished to accompany me "in case of queer business," but I discouraged this idea without hurting his feelings.
If there were hope of an "accidental" meeting with Maida in the train, I didn"t want even a companion.
To my disappointment, I searched the train from end to end without finding her. But enquiring of the conductor, I learned that the morning train was preferred by ladies. Perhaps--I thought--she had already got off, in which case Garth might bring a note to the Crescent Mountain station. I hoped for Maida"s sake it might be so, because if she"d started early she would not have heard of her messenger"s fate, and I could break the news to her gently. As for the dead girl"s brother, it seemed improbable that he would be informed by telegram.
The pair were said by Teano to be alone in the world; and as Garth"s evidence wouldn"t be needed--anyhow for days to come--in the affair of Anne"s murder, he would not be sent for post-haste.
Again I underrated the intelligence of the Enemy.
The train arrived on time at the little mountain station built for clients of the famous Inn. As it was still early in the season (it is only for Christmas that crowds begin going up), I wasn"t surprised to find myself alone on the platform. The mountain train (into which I"d changed long ago from the train starting from New York) went no further that night. Snow-covered shoulders and peaks glistened dimly in half-veiled starlight, and I was glad to hear the jingle of bells. A big sledge, capable of carrying several pa.s.sengers and a little light luggage, was in waiting with a fine team of impatient dogs: but the driver who touched his fur cap with a mittened hand was not the honest-faced country man who had met the released prisoner at Sing Sing.
"You"re not Garth!" I exclaimed, when he asked if I were Lord John Hasle, and had been answered affirmatively.
The dim yellow light from the little station building shone into his face, and I thought it changed as if with chagrin. It was not as pleasant a face as the one I remembered. In fact, it was not pleasant at all. The eyes were brave enough, or anyhow bold; but the nose was big and red as if the fellow warmed his chilled blood generously with alcohol. He was older than Anne Garth"s brother. The heavy features framed in fur ear-laps might have belonged to a man of forty.
"Oh, yes, I"m Garth," he a.s.sured me, in a voice roughened by the same agent which had empurpled his nose.
"You"re not the Garth I"ve seen," I persisted.
"That may be," he admitted. "We"re brothers. I"m a bit older than Larry. He had to go to New York. Between the two of us, we do the driving for the Crescent Inn."
This explanation was good enough, if Teano was wrong about the family.
"Have you a note for me?" I asked.
"No note," was the reply. "But you"re expected at the Inn all right."
"They have other guests by this time, I suppose?"
"Yes, a few. The last that came"s a young lady. I took her up from the afternoon train."
This was what I had wanted to find out. My instinctive dislike of the ugly-faced chap vanished. I felt almost fond of him.
"Let"s get on," I said.
Another man had been looking after his dogs, a man also coated and capped in fur--a big chap whose face I could not see, as he didn"t trouble to salute or look my way before climbing into his seat beside the driver"s place. The suitcase I"d brought from New York was disposed of: I tucked myself into the strong-smelling rugs of rough black fur, and the dogs flashed away like a lightning streak, their forms racing with shadow ghosts on the blue whiteness of starlit snow.
Soon we came to a cross track, marked with a sign-post. A red lantern on the top seemed to drip blood over the words "Crescent Mountain Inn.
Winter Sports."
To my surprise, though the dogs made as if to swerve leftward and dash up this beaten white way, the driver swore, and with his long whip forced them straight ahead.
"We take the short cut. "Tisn"t everyone who knows it," he deigned to fling over his shoulder at me.
I made no comment, and we sped along, until abruptly the dogs balked as at something unseen. With oaths and savage lashings they were goaded on through deep, new-fallen snow. The leaders yelped but obeyed.
Then, suddenly, the driver flung reins and whip full in my face. The unlooked-for blow dazed me for a second as it was meant to do: but, as in one of those photographic dreams which come between sleeping and waking, I saw the two fur-coated figures in the front seat spring from the sledge into snow drifts. I tried to follow suit, too late, for down slid the team over the brim of a chasm dark as a cauldron, and dragged the sledge in their wake.
Teano, it seems, though too polite to say so, did not like my mountain expedition. As he was not allowed to join me, he decided that the next best thing was to watch my interests in New York. He and his wife Jenny (who had an exaggerated sense of grat.i.tude for me) discussed, according to their habit, what they would have done and what they would do were they in the "Enemy"s" place.
"I"ll tell you how _I"d_ have acted to begin with!" said Jenny, who knew too well the ways of the underworld; "I"d have had a letter ready to leave for Lord John on that poor dead girl"s lap--a letter supposed to be from Miss Odell. Typing"s easier than forging! Then, if I _found_ a letter there I"d take it away and leave mine. Supposing _they_ did that? They could get Lord John to go alone to that mountain place he told you about, and they could have him put out of the way, so he"d never bother them again as he"s always doing. They could bring him to his death and make it seem an accident--they"re so smart!
Suppose, for instance, they telegraphed that brother of Anne Garth"s, and told him his sister was murdered; why, he"d catch the morning train for New York. The Inn folks would be in a fix, and grab anyone who came along, and knew how to drive dogs."
Teano had reason to respect Jenny"s suggestions, and he thought enough of this one to meet a train connecting with that which left Crescent Mountain station in the afternoon. My train had been gone only a short time, but--it had gone irrevocably.
Jenny"s forebodings were justified. Teano recognised Larry Garth and accosted him, mentioning his own name and profession. Garth asked if he had sent the telegram received that morning, and produced it from his pocket. This told Teano, as the message was unsigned, that no member of the police had wired. He explained to Garth the circ.u.mstances of Anne"s death, giving extra details which he had ferreted out that day: the fact that the girl had asked to see young Mr. Gorst (our hostess"s son) privately, and begged to be allowed to sit in a box, because she had a "very important appointment with Lord John Hasle, and a letter to give him from a lady." It seemed certain, therefore, that her desire to see me had been genuine. Teano told Garth something of our suspicions, confessing however that nothing was proved. Still, he impressed the young man so forcibly that Garth gave up trying to see his sister"s body, and instead was persuaded to return at once to Crescent Mountain.
There was no other train that day; but Teano, believing that my life might be at stake, drew some of his savings out of the bank and paid for a special. It reached its destination not ten minutes after the 9.15, but had to stop at a distance, owing to the presence of the latter on the track. By that time both train and station were deserted, but Garth quickly discovered the fresh traces of his dogs and sledge in the snow. He and Teano, armed with an electric torch, started on the trail. Reaching the cross road, Garth pointed to the tracks which led away instead of towards the hotel. In the dull red light of the lantern above, the two men looked into each other"s eyes; and snow, falling anew, was like pink-edged feathers in the crimson glow. If evil deeds were doing, this new snowfall would help the doers, for soon their footsteps would be blotted out of sight, and all hope of tracing them might be lost for ever.
For the moment the only tracks to be seen were those of the team and the sledge-runners. Garth and Teano followed. Not far on a difference in level in the white blanket of the earth indicated a seldom-used road to a mountain farm. But the sledge had not taken that turn. It had dashed straight on.
"Good heavens!" stammered Garth. "That way leads nowhere--except to a precipice. They call it "The Lovers" Leap"!"
The two hurried along, stumbling often, a strong cold wind blowing particles of snow almost as hard as ice into their faces. The gla.s.s bulb of the small electric lantern was misted over. Teano was obliged constantly to wipe it clear. Suddenly Garth seized him by the arm.
"My G.o.d, stop!" he cried. "We"re on the edge. The sledge has gone over here. Two men have jumped clear--one each side the sleigh. Oh, my poor dogs!"
It was of me Teano thought. Clearing his lantern he examined the holes where the men had jumped, so near the verge of a great gulf that they had had to throw themselves violently back in the snow to keep from falling over. His trained eye detected delicate markings in the snow which proved that both men had worn coats of stiff fur. Also their boots had been large and heavy. Teano knew that I had had no fur coat when I started, and that my boots had not been made for mountain wear.
"These two chaps were confederates," he announced confidently to Garth.
"They knew when to save themselves, and Lord John has gone down with the sledge and the team."
Garth blurted out an oath, swearing vengeance for his dogs rather than for me, but Teano"s face of despair struck him with pity.
"There"s hope yet," he said, "if your lord guessed at the end what was up and had the wit to chuck himself out. Thirty feet down, just under this point, there"s a k.n.o.b sticking up they call the Giant"s Nose.