Midnight

Chapter 15

Barker shrugged.

"Most likely they"re true; although it"s a safe bet that a heap of "em was lies. Men folks have a way of lyin" about women that way, even where they"ll tell the truth about everything else. They"ve got women beaten ninety-seven ways gossiping about that sort of thing."

"You know a thing or two yourself, Barker?"

The man flushed with pleasure.

"Oh, I ain"t n.o.body"s pet jacka.s.s, when it comes to that!"

"Now you"--Carroll"s tone was gentle, almost hypnotic--"of course you know who the woman is that Mr. Warren was planning to elope with?"

"I know--"

Suddenly Barker paused, and his face went white. He compressed his lips with an effort and choked back the words. Leverage, leaning forward in tense eagerness--knowing the verbal trap that Carroll had been planting--sighed with disappointment, and relaxed.

"Say, what the h.e.l.l are you driving at!"

"Nothing." One would have sworn that Carroll was surprised at Barker"s flare of anger--or else that it had pa.s.sed unnoticed. "I just figured that you, having been his valet, and knowing a good deal about him, would have knowledge of this."

"He wasn"t in the habit of discussin" his lady friends with me," growled the ex-valet surlily.

"Of course he wasn"t; but you know, of course? You guessed?"

"No, I didn"t do nothin" of the kind. Say, what are you tryin" to do--trip me up or somethin"?"

"Of course not. Why should I be interested in tripping you up?"

"You was sayin"--"

"Don"t be foolish, Barker! It wouldn"t do me a bit of good to--er--trip you up. All I want is whatever knowledge you have which may prove of interest in solving this case."

The man"s eyes narrowed craftily.

"You ain"t got no suspicions yourself, have you?"

"Suspicions of what?"

"Who that dame in the taxicab was."

Carroll laughed infectiously.

"Goodness, no! If I had, I wouldn"t be seated here chatting with you."

Again the expression of relief flashed across Barker"s face--a bit of play lost by neither detective. Carroll was toying idly with a gold pencil on the end of his waldemar. His outward calmness exasperated Leverage. From this point of the interview, the chief of police would have dropped the att.i.tude of trustful friendliness and resorted to a little practical third-degree stuff. He was fairly quivering with eagerness to bl.u.s.ter about the room and extract information by main force.

And a hint of Leverage"s mental seethe must have been communicated to Carroll, for the younger man turned the battery of his sunny gaze upon the chief of police and nodded rea.s.suringly. The effect was instantaneous. Leverage"s temporary resentment departed much as the gas escapes from a pin-punctured balloon. He gave ear to Barker"s speech.

"N"r you ain"t the only one who don"t know who that woman was. _I_ don"t!"

"You knew he was planning to elope, though?"

The man shook his head doggedly.

"I knew he was leavin" the city for good, if that"s what you mean."

"No-o, not exactly. I knew that much myself. What interests me is this--was he planning to leave with some woman?"

Barker hesitated before replying, and when he did answer it was patent that his words were chosen carefully.

"I don"t hardly reckon he was, Mr. Carroll. Mind you, I"m not sayin" he wasn"t; but then again I ain"t sayin" he was. I can"t do nothin" only guess--same as you can."

"I see!" Carroll was apparently unconscious of Barker"s flagrant evasion. "What I don"t understand is this--when Mr. Warren was publicly engaged to Miss Gresham, why did he try to elope with her?"

"Elope with Miss Gresham?" Barker paused; then a slow, calculating smile creased his lips. "Miss Gresham--her he was engaged to! Dog-gone if I don"t believe you"ve hit the nail on the head, Mr. Carroll!"

"What nail?"

"About her bein" the woman in the taxi. You know some fellers is like that--they"d a heap rather elope with a woman they"re crazy about than stand up in a church and get married. They"re sort of romantic." Barker was waxing loquacious. "You know, you must be right. Fact, if you put it right up to me, I"d say there wasn"t no doubt that Miss Gresham was the woman in the taxicab."

"I had that idea," responded Carroll slowly. "But what I can"t understand, Barker, and what you might help me figure out, is this--why should Miss Gresham kill Mr. Warren?"

"Huh! Ask me somethin" easy, will you? I never was good at riddles."

Leverage marveled at the change in the two men. Apparently Carroll had swallowed hook, line, and sinker. Of course, Leverage was pretty sure that he had not; but he was also sure that Barker thought he had. And Barker was volunteering information--plenty of it--that was absolutely valueless. For the first time he was forcing the conversational pace, and Carroll seemed serenely content to drag limply along.

"Reckon she might have been jealous of him?" drawled Carroll.

"Jealous? Maybe. I ain"t sayin" she wasn"t. Of course, she must have heard a good many things about him and other women; and when a woman gets downright jealous there ain"t much sayin" what she wouldn"t do. Not that I"m sayin" Miss Gresham croaked him. I ain"t sayin" nothin" positive; but if you"re askin" me who he"d most naturally elope with, why I"d say it was the girl he was engaged to marry. If he wasn"t going to marry her, what did he ever get engaged to her for?"

Carroll nodded.

"Certainly sounds reasonable." He paused, and then: "Where were you about midnight last night?"

"I was"--Barker"s figure stiffened defensively, and his eyebrows drew down over the deep-set eyes--"I was just shootin" some pool."

"Shooting pool?"

"Un-huh!"

"Where?"

"At Kelly"s place."

"Where is that?"

The man hesitated, flushed, and then, somewhat sullenly:

"On Cypress Street."

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