"We find nothing to laugh at in this situation," he said. "You"re quite through?"
The coroner"s eyes blazed.
"I"m through, if that"s the way you feel. Goodnight." He added with a sharp maliciousness: "I leave my sympathy for whoever Howells has his eagle eye on."
Howells, when the doctor and the coroner had gone, excused himself with a humility that mocked the others: "With your permission I shall write in the library until dinner."
He bowed and left.
"He wants to work on his report," Graham suggested.
"An exceptional man!" Paredes murmured.
"Has he questioned you?" Graham asked.
"I"d scarcely call it that," Paredes replied. "We"ve both questioned, and we"ve both been clams. I fancy he doesn"t think much of me since I believe in ghosts, yet the doctor seems to interest him."
"Where were you?" Graham asked, "when Miss Perrine"s scream called us?"
Paredes stifled a yawn.
"Dozing here by the fire. I am very tired after last night."
"You don"t look particularly tired."
"Custom, I"m ashamed to say, constructs a certain armour. To-morrow, with a fresh mind, I hope to be able to dissect all I have seen and heard, all that has happened here to-day."
"The thing that counts is what happened to me last night, Carlos," Bobby said. "It"s the only way you can help me."
As Paredes strolled to the foot of the stairs Bobby waited for a defensive reply, for a sign, perhaps, that the Panamanian was offended and proposed to depart. Paredes, however, went upstairs, yawning. He called back: "I must make myself a trifle more presentable for dinner."
Graham faced Bobby with the old question: "What can he want hanging around here unless it"s money?" And after a moment: "He"s clever--hard to sound. I have to leave you, Bobby. I must telephone--the ugly formalities."
"It"s good of you to take them off my mind," Bobby answered.
He remained in his chair, gazing drowsily at the fire, trying, always trying to remember, yet finding no new light among the shadows of his memory.
Just before dinner Katherine joined him. She wore a sombre gown that made her face seem too white, that heightened the groping curiosity of her eyes.
Without speaking she sat down beside him and stared, too, at the smouldering fire. From her presence, from her tactful silence he drew comfort--to an extent, rest.
"You make me ashamed," he whispered once. "I"ve been a beast, leaving you here alone these weeks. You don"t understand quite, why that was." She wouldn"t let him go on. She shook her head. They remained silently by the fire until Graham and Paredes joined them.
When dinner was announced the detective came from the library, and, uninvited, sat at the table with them. His report evidently still filled his mind, for he spoke only when it was unavoidable and then in monosyllables. Paredes alone ate with a show of enjoyment, alone attempted to talk. Eventually even he fell silent before the lack of response.
Afterward he arranged a small card table by the fire in the hall. He found cards, and, with a package of cigarettes and a box of matches convenient to his hand, commenced to play solitaire. The detective, Bobby gathered, had brought his report up to date, for he lounged near by, watching the Panamanian"s slender fingers as they handled the cards deftly. Bobby, Graham, and Katherine were glad to withdraw beyond the range of those narrow, searching eyes. They entered the library and closed the door.
Graham, expectant of a report from his man in New York as to the movements of Maria and the ident.i.ty of the stranger, was restless.
"If we could only get one fact," he said, "one reasonable clue that didn"t involve Bobby! I"ve never felt so at sea. I wonder if, in spite of Howells"s evidence, we"re not all a little afraid since this afternoon, of something such as Katherine felt last night--something we can"t define. Howells alone is satisfied. We must believe in the hand of another man. Doctor Groom talks about indefinable hands."
"Uncle Silas was so afraid last night!" Katherine whispered.
"That," Bobby cried, "is the fact we must have."
He paused.
"What"s that?" he asked sharply.
They sat for some time, listening to the sound of wheels on the gravel, to the banging of the front door, and, later, to the pacing of men in the room of death overhead. They tried again to thread the mazes of this problem whose only conceivable exit led to Bobby"s guilt. The movements upstairs persisted. At last they became measured and dragging, like the footsteps of men who carried some heavy burden.
They looked at each other then. Katherine hid her eyes.
"It"s like a tomb here," Bobby said.
He arranged kindling in the fireplace and touched a match to it. It hadn"t occurred to him to ring for Jenkins. None of them wished to be disturbed. Eventually it was the detective who intruded. He strolled in, glanced at them curiously for a moment, then walked to the door of the enclosed staircase. He grasped the k.n.o.b.
"To-night," he announced, "I am trying a small experiment on the chance of clearing up the last details of the mystery. Since it depends on the courage of whoever murdered Mr. Blackburn I"ve small hope of its success."
He indicated the ceiling. "You"ve heard, I daresay, what"s been going on up there. Mr. Blackburn"s body has been removed to his own room. The room where he was killed is empty. I mean to go up and enter and lock the doors as he did last night. I shall leave the window up as it was last night. I shall blow out the candle as he did."
He lowered his voice. He looked directly at Bobby. His words carried a definite challenge.
"I shall lie on the bed and await the murderer under the precise conditions Mr. Blackburn did."
"What do you expect to gain by that?" Graham asked.
"Probably nothing," Howells answered, "because, as I have said, success depends upon the courage of a man who kills in the dark while his victim sleeps. I simply give him the chance to attack me as he did Mr. Blackburn. Of course he realizes it would be a good deal to his advantage to have me out of the way. I ask him to come, therefore, as stealthily as he did last night. I beg him to match his skill with mine. I want him to play his miracle with the window or one of the locks. But I"ll wager he hasn"t the nerve, although I don"t see why he should hesitate. He"s a doomed man. I shall make my arrest in the morning. I shall publish all my evidence."
Bobby wouldn"t meet the narrow, menacing eyes, for he knew that Howells challenged him to a duel of slyness with the whole truth at stake. The detective"s manner increased the hatred which had blazed in Bobby"s mind when he had stood in the bedroom over his grandfather"s body. For a moment he wished with all his heart that he might accept the challenge. He did the best he could.
"I gather," he said, "that you haven"t unearthed the motive for disturbing the body. And have you found the sharp instrument that caused death?"
The detective answered tolerantly: "I have found a number of sharp instruments. None of them, however, seems quite slender or round enough. I"ll get all that out of my man when I lock him up. I"ll get it to-night if he dares come."
"Why," Graham said, "do you announce your plans so accurately to us?"
The detective"s level smile widened.
"You shouldn"t ask that, Mr. Graham. I"ve caused the servants to know my plans. Mr. Paredes knows them. I wish every one in the house to know them. That is in order that the murderer, who is in the house, may come if he wishes."
Katherine arose abruptly.
"When you come down to it," she said, "you are accusing one of us. It"s brutal, unfair--absurd."
"I am a detective, Miss," Howells answered. "I have my own methods."
Bobby stared at the slight protuberance in the breast pocket of the detective"s coat. The cast of his footprint must be secreted there, and almost certainly the handkerchief which had been found beneath the bed. He shrank from his own thoughts.
If he had consciously committed this murder he could understand a desire to get that evidence.
Katherine had gone closer to the detective.
"In any case," she urged him, "I wish you wouldn"t try to spend the night in that room. It isn"t pleasant. After what the doctor has said, it--well, it isn"t safe."
Howells burst out laughing.
"Never fear, Miss. I"m content to give Doctor Groom"s spirits as much chance to take a fall out of me as anybody. I"ll be going up now." He bowed. "Good-night to you all, and pleasant dreams."
He opened the door and slipped into the darkness of the private staircase. They heard him, after he had closed the door, climbing upward. Katherine shivered.
"He has plenty of courage, Hartley! If nothing happens to him to-night he"ll finish Bobby in the morning. That mustn"t happen. He mustn"t go to jail. You understand. Things would never be the same for him again."
Graham spread his hands.
"What am I to do? I might go to New York and get after these people myself."
"Don"t leave the Cedars," Bobby begged, "until he does arrest me. There"ll be plenty of time for the New York end then. I"ve no faith in it. Watch Carlos if you want, but most important of all, find out--somehow you"ve got to find out--what my grandfather was afraid of."
Graham nodded.
"And if it does come to an arrest, Bobby, you"re not to say a word to anybody without my advice. You ought to get to bed now. You must have rest, and Katherine, too. Don"t listen to-night, Katherine, for messages from across the court."
"I"ll try," she said, "but, Hartley, I wish that man wasn"t there. I wish no one was in that room."
She took Bobby"s hand.
"Good-night, Bobby, and don"t give up hope. We"ll do something. Somehow we"ll pull you through."
Bobby waited, hoping that Graham would offer to share his room with him. For, as he had said earlier, the prospect of going to sleep, of losing control of his thoughts and actions, appalled him. Yet such an offer, he realized, must impress Graham as delicate, as an indication that he really doubted Bobby"s innocence, as a sort of spying. He wasn"t surprised, therefore, when Graham only said: "I"ll be in the next room, Bobby. If you"re restless or need me you"ve only to knock on the wall."
Bobby didn"t leave the library with them. The warmth with which Katherine had just filled him faded as he watched her go out side by side with Graham. Her hand was on Graham"s arm. There was, he fancied, in her eyes an emotion deeper than grat.i.tude or friendship. He sighed as the door closed behind them. He was himself largely to blame for that situation. His very revolt against its imminence had hastened its shaping.
He walked anxiously to the table. He had remembered the medicine Doctor Groom had prepared for him that afternoon to make him sleep. He hadn"t taken it then. If it remained where he had left it, which was likely enough in the disordered state of the household, he would drink it now. Reinforced by his complete weariness, it ought to send him into a sleep profound enough to drown any possible abnormal impulses of unconsciousness.
The gla.s.s was there. He drained it, and stood for a time looking at the pinkish sediment in the bottom. That was all right for to-night, but afterward--he couldn"t shrink perpetually from sleep. He shrugged his shoulders, remembering it would make little difference what he did in his sleep when they had him behind prison bars. Perhaps this would be his last night of freedom.
He found Paredes still in the hall. The Panamanian, with languid gestures, continued to play his solitaire. His box of cigarettes was much reduced.
"I thought you were tired, Carlos."
Paredes glanced up. His eyes were neither weary nor alert. As usual his expression disclosed nothing of his thoughts, yet he must have read in Bobby"s tone a reproach at this indifference.
"The game intrigues me," he murmured, "and you know," he added dreamily. "I sometimes think better while I amuse myself."
Bobby nodded good-night and went on up to his room. Even while he undressed the effects of the doctor"s narcotic were perceptible. His eyes had grown heavy, his brain a trifle numb.
Almost apathetically he a.s.sured himself that he couldn"t accomplish these mad actions in his sleep.
"Yet last night--" he murmured. "That finishes me in the eyes of the law. The doctor will testify to aphasia. According to him I am two men--two men!"
He yawned, recalling s.n.a.t.c.hes of books he had read and one or two scientific reports of such cases. He climbed into bed and blew out his candle. His drowsiness thickened. In his dulled mind one recollection remained--the picture of Howells coldly challenging him with his level smile to make a secret entrance of the old bedroom in a murderous effort to escape the penalty of the earlier crime. And Howells had been right. His death would give Bobby a chance. The destruction of the evidence, the bringing into the case of a broader-minded man, a man without a carefully constructed theory--all that would help Bobby, might save him. Howells, moreover, had indicated that he had so far withheld his evidence. But that was probably a bait.
In his drowsy way Bobby hated more powerfully than before this detective who, with a serene malevolence, made him writhe in his net. Thought ceased. He drifted into a trance-like sleep. He swung in the black pit again, fighting out against crushing odds. The darkness thundered as though informing him that graver forces than any he had ever imagined had definitely grasped him. Then he understood. He was in a black cell, and the thundering was the steady advance of men along an iron floor to take him-- "Bobby! Bobby!"
He flung out his hands. He sat upright, opening his eyes. The blackness a.s.sumed the familiar, yielding quality of the night. The thunder, the footfalls, became a hurried knocking at his door.
"Bobby! You"re there--" It was Katherine. Her tone made the night as frightening as the blackness of the pit.
"What"s the matter?"
"You"re there. I didn"t know. Get up. Hartley"s putting some clothes on. Hurry! The house is so dark--so strange."
"Tell me what"s happened."
She didn"t answer at first. He struck a match, lighted his candle, threw on a dressing gown, and stepped to the door. Katherine shrank against the wall, hiding her eyes from the light of his candle. He thought it odd she should wear the dress in which she had appeared at dinner. But it seemed indifferently fastened, and her hair was in disorder. Graham stepped from his room.
"What is it?" Bobby demanded.
"You wouldn"t wake up, Bobby. You were so hard to wake." The idea seemed to fill her mind. She repeated it several times.
"It"s nothing," Graham said. "Go back to your room, Katherine. She"s fanciful--"
She lowered her hands. Her eyes were full of terror. "No. We have to go to that room as I went last night, as we went to-day."
Graham tried to quiet her. "We"ll go to satisfy you."
Her voice hardened. "I know. I was asleep. It woke me up, stealing in across the court again."
Bobby grasped her arm. "You came out and aroused up at once?"
She shook her head. "I--I couldn"t find my dressing gown. This dress was by the bed. I put it on, but I couldn"t seem to fasten it."
Bobby stepped back, remembering his last thought before drifting into the trance-like sleep. She seemed to know what was in his mind.
"But when I knocked you were sleeping so soundly."
"Too soundly, perhaps."
"Come. We"re growing imaginative," Graham said. "Howells would take care of himself. He"ll probably give us the deuce for disturbing him, but to satisfy you, Katherine, we"ll wake him up."
"If you can," she whispered.
They entered the main hall. Light came through the stair well from the lower floor. Graham walked to the rail and glanced down. Bobby followed him. On the table by the fireplace the cards were arranged in neat piles. A strong draft blew cigarette smoke up to them.
"Paredes," Graham said, amazed, "is still downstairs. The front door"s open. He"s probably in the court."
"It must be very late," Bobby said.