Midnight

Chapter 33

"I see--" Carroll did not want to believe Barker"s story, but he knew that the man was telling the truth--or at least that most of what he was saying was true. The detective seemed crushed with disappointment.

Leverage, seated in the corner of the room, chewing savagely on a big black cigar--was sorry for his friend: sorry--yet proud of the way he was standing the gaff of his chagrin. Carroll again spoke to Barker--manner almost apathetic--

"You know a good deal more about this thing than you"ve told us, don"t you Barker?"

"Yes, sir."

"Very well: let"s have your story from the beginning to the end. I"ll be honest with you: I believe a good deal of what you"ve told me. Some of your story I don"t believe. Other portions of it need substantiation. But you are mighty close to being charged with murder--and now is your chance to clear yourself. Go to it!"

Barker plunged a hand into his pocket. "Can I smoke, Mr. Carroll?"

"Certainly. And sit down."

They drew up their chairs before the fire. Carroll did not look at Barker, but Leverage"s steady gaze was fixed on the man"s crafty face.

"I"m going to come clean with you, Mr. Carroll. I"m going to tell you everythin" I know--and everythin" I think. I didn"t want to do it--and I don"t want to now. But I"d a heap rather have the job of convincin" you that I ain"t mixed up in this murder than I would of makin" a jury believe the same thing. I reckon you"ll give me a square deal."

"I will," snapped Carroll. "Go ahead."

"In the first place," started Barker slowly, "it"s my personal opinion that Mr. Warren never had no idea of marryin" Miss Gresham. Maybe I"m all wrong there--but it"s what I think. I can"t prove that, of course--an" no one else can"t either.

"Also I happen to know that he"s been crazy about Mrs. Lawrence for a long time. He"s been hangin" around the house a good deal--an" doin"

little things like a man will when he"s nuts about a woman. For instance, Mr. Warren wasn"t no investing man: s"far"s I know he had all his money in gover"ment bonds and such like investments. But he sank some money into them woolen mills that Mr. Lawrence owns. And also he pretended that he liked that kid sister of Mrs. Lawrence"s--Evelyn Rogers. But there ain"t hardly a doubt in my mind, Mr. Carroll--an" I"m handin" it to you straight--that he was crazy about Mrs. Lawrence. And, not meanin" no impertinence, sir--I ain"t blamin" him a bit.

"Also, I reckon she wasn"t exactly indifferent to him. She"s been up in his apartment twice--which is a terrible risky thing, an" somethin" no woman will do unless she"s wild about a feller. Oh! everything was proper while she was there. I was at home all the time and I know. But she was--what you call, indiscreet--that is, in comin" up there at all--no matter how decent she acted when she was there. An" also, sir, she used to write him notes--most every day."

"You have some of those notes?"

"No, sir. I had one--if you want the truth--but when I saw you was watchin" me--sure, I know you"ve had a couple of d.i.c.ks shadowing me--I destroyed it."

"Where are the rest of her letters?"

"Mr. Warren used to burn "em up careful. He wasn"t takin" no chances of someone findin" "em and he bein" caught in a scandal--which is why I think he really cared about her serious. His other lady friends he used to joke about--but never Mrs. Lawrence. An" the one letter of her"s that I had--I"m betting that he looked for three days without stopping before he gave it up as a bad job.

"That"s the way things was when I seen him begin to make arrangements to get away from town. It wasn"t supposed to be none of my business and Mr.

Warren never was a feller I could ask questions of. When he had something to tell me, he told it--an" I never got nothin" out of him by askin".

But, bein" his valet, there was certain things I couldn"t very well miss knowin". I know his apartment is sublet for the new tenants to come in on the first of the month, he placed his car with a dealer to be sold and he didn"t order a new one an" he drew a whole heap of cash out of the bank the day before he was killed.

"Also that day he sent me downtown to do some shoppin". While I was downtown I seen him go into the railroad ticket office. I didn"t pay much attention to that then and later on he drove by the house for a minute.

I had taken his laprobe out of the car the night before and forgot to put it back--so I thought I"d better do it. I went downstairs without his knowing it--and when I put the laprobe in the car I seen he had a suit-case in there. An" the suit-case wasn"t his, sir--the initials on it was N.L.--which, if you know, sir--Mrs. Lawrence"s name is Naomi.

"That made things pretty clear to me then. He drove off and come back about a half hour later. I looked when he come back and the suit-case wasn"t in the car no more. And it was then that he handed me a big wad of wages in advance and told me he wasn"t going to need me no more and I could quit any time after five o"clock in the afternoon."

Barker paused, lighted another cigarette from the stump of the one he had been smoking--inhaled a great puff, and continued. His manner was that of a man under great mental stress--as though he was struggling to recall every infinitesimal detail which might possibly have a bearing on the case.

"That sort of carries me along to the night, sir--as I left there at five o"clock and he was still there--tellin" me goodbye and givin" me an excellent reference and sayin" I was a good valet an" all like that, sir.

"After leavin" there I went out and got some supper, and then I went up to Kelly"s place and horned into an open game of pool. You know Kelly"s place is pretty close to the Union Station and when it come about ten o"clock I got tired and went an" sat down in the corner, eatin" a hot dog from the stand in Kelly"s--an" then I sort of got to thinkin"

things over.

"An" thinkin" things over that way, Mr. Carroll--I began to think that Mrs. Lawrence was doin" a terrible foolish thing, and I was kinder sorry about it. Now don"t get no idea that I"m wantin" you to believe I got a soft heart or anythin" like that--but then I sort of liked Mr. Warren and I knew Mrs. Lawrence was a decent woman--and I knew once she got on the train with Mr. Warren she was done for. And when I got to thinkin" about that, sir--it struck me that maybe somethin" could be done to keep "em from eloping with each other that way. Not that I was plannin" to do anything--but curiosity sort of got me, and along about eleven o"clock or a little while after I went out of Kelly"s and up to the Union Station. I sat down over in the corner and waited for somethin" to happen--sort of hopin" maybe I had been wrong all the time and there wasn"t going to be no elopement.

"I waited there a long time, and then suddenly a taxicab came up to the curb and Mr. Warren got out. Then the taxicab beat it down-town again and Mr. Warren went in the station. And as he come in one door, I beat it out of the other."

"Why?" snapped Leverage.

"Because him seein" me there was certain to start somethin". And I wasn"t hankerin" for nothin" like that to happen. So I went across the street and tried to get shelter against the wall of that dump of a hotel over there. An" it was cold: I ain"t seen such a cold night in my life. I almos" froze to death."

"And yet you continued to stand there?"

"Sure--I was curious. Kinder foolish, maybe, but I wanted to see had I figured right about him eloping with Mrs. Lawrence. So I stood there, darn near dead with the cold, when the midnight Union Station street car stopped an" Mrs. Lawrence got out. An" the first thing I noticed was that she wasn"t carryin" no suit-case. I noticed that on account of havin"

seen her suit-case in Mr. Warren"s car that day. She didn"t carry nothin" but one of these handbag things that women lug around with "em."

"How was she dressed?"

"Fur coat and hat and a heavy veil."

"You could see the veil from across the street at midnight?"

"No sir. Not from there. But when she went in the depot, I followed across the street and looked inside to see what was goin" to happen." He paused a moment and then Carroll prodded him on--

"Well--what _did_ happen?"

"The minute Mr. Warren seen her come in he beat it through the opposite door from where I was standin" out to the platform that runs parallel to the tracks. An" he nodded to her to follow him. She sort of nodded like she was wise, an" took a seat so"s n.o.body would think anything in case there was anyone there lookin" for something. Mr. Warren walked off down the outside platform towards the baggage room an" after about three minutes she gets up, kinder casual-like and follers. Soon as she went through the door to the platform I went in the waitin" room."

"What did you do then?"

"Nothin". Just made a bee line for the steam radiator an" tried to get warm. I was so cold it hurt. An" I stood there for about ten minutes. Then I heard that train comin" in an" I went outside into the street again."

Carroll"s voice was tense. "In all that time did you hear anything--anything at all?"

Barker shook his head. "No sir--not a thing--except that train comin" in.

And then the pa.s.sengers from it began to come through, and I was surprised to see Mrs. Lawrence comin" with them, an" she was carryin" his suit-case."

"Whose suit-case?"

"Mr. Warren"s. She come on out to the curb an" called a taxicab."

"Where was the taxicab standing?"

"Parked against the curb on Atlantic Avenue about a hundred yards from the entrance in the direction of Jackson street."

"How did she act?"

"Kinder nervous like. Noticin" her come out I seen the taxi driver when he climbed back into his cab an" when he started her up. He picked up Mrs. Lawrence an" she put the suit-case in front beside him. Then they drove off. And that"s all I know sir."

Carroll rose and walked slowly the length of the room.

"What did you think when you saw Mrs. Lawrence come out of the station alone carrying Mr. Warren"s suit-case? When she did that and called a taxicab and went off in it alone?"

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