Why didn"t Collins get to the telephone? Was it possible that there had been a slip-up, that Lindsay had again broken through the trap set for him? Had "Slim"s" nerve failed him? Or had Bromfield been unable to bring the victim to the slaughter?
His mind went over the details again. The thing had been well planned even to the unguarded door through which Collins was to escape. In the darkness "Slim" could do the job, make his getaway along with Dave, and be safe from any chance of identification. Bromfield, to save his own hide, would keep still. If he didn"t, Durand was prepared to shift the murder upon his shoulders.
The minute-hand of the watch pa.s.sed down from the quarter to the half and from the half to the three quarters. Still the telephone bell did not ring. The gang leader began to sweat blood. Had some one bungled after all the care with which he had laid his plans?
A door slammed below. Hurried footsteps sounded on the stair treads.
Into the room burst a man.
""Slim" "s been croaked," he blurted.
"What!" Durand"s eyes dilated.
"At Maddock"s."
"Who did it?"
"De guy he was to gun."
"Lindsay."
"Dat"s de fellow."
"Did the bulls get Lindsay?"
"Pinched him right on de spot."
"Gun "Slim," did he?"
"Nope. Knocked him cold wit" a chair. Cracked his skull."
"Is he dead?"
"He"ll never be deader. Dave grabbed this sucker Lindsay and yelled that he done it. The bulls pinched him like I said right there."
"Did it happen in the dark?"
"Sure as you"re a foot high. My job was dousin" the glims, and I done it right."
"What about "Slim"? Was he shooting when he got it?"
The other man shook his head. "This Lindsay man claims he was. I talked wit" a bull afterward. Dey didn"t find no gun on "Slim." The bull says there was no gun-play."
"What became of "Slim"s" gun?"
"Search me."
Durand slammed a big fist exultantly down on the desk. "Better than the way I planned it. If the gun"s gone, I"ll frame Lindsay for the chair. It"s Salt Creek for his."
He lost no time in getting into touch with Gorilla Dave, who was under arrest at the station house. From him he learned the story of the killing of Collins. One whispered detail of it filled him with malicious glee.
"The b.o.o.b! He"ll go to the death chair sure if I can frame him. We"re lucky Bromfield ran back into the little room. Up in front a dozen guys might have seen the whole play even in the dark."
Durand spent the night strengthening the web he had spun to destroy his enemy. He pa.s.sed to and fro among those who had been arrested in the raid and he arranged the testimony of some of them to suit his case.
More than one of the men caught in the dragnet of the police was willing to see the affray from the proper angle in exchange for protection from prosecution.
After breakfast Durand went to the Tombs, where Clay had been transferred at daybreak.
"You needn"t bring the fellow here," he told the warden. "I"ll go right to his cage and see him. I wantta have a talk with him."
CHAPTER x.x.xII
MR. LINDSAY RECEIVES
Between two guards Clay climbed the iron steps to an upper tier of cages at the Tombs. He was put into a cell which held two beds, one above the other, as in the cabin of an ocean liner. By the side of the bunks was a narrow s.p.a.ce just long enough for a man to take two steps in the same direction.
An unshaven head was lifted in the lower bunk to see why the sleep of its owner was being disturbed.
"I"ve brought you a cell mate, Shiny," explained one of the guards.
"You want to be civil to him. He"s just croaked a friend of yours."
"For de love o" Gawd. Who did he croak?"
""Slim" Jim Collins. Cracked him one on the bean and that was a-plenty. Hope you"ll enjoy each other"s society, gents." The guard closed the door and departed.
"Is that right? Did youse do up "Slim," or was he kiddin" me?"
"I don"t reckon we"ll discuss that subject," said Clay blandly, but with a note of finality in his voice.
"No offense, boss. It"s an honor to have so distinguished a gent for a cell pal. For that matter I ain"t no cheap rat myself. Dey pinched me for shovin" de queer. I"d ought to get fifteen years," he said proudly.
This drew a grin from Lindsay, though not exactly a merry one. "If you"re anxious for a long term you can have some of mine," he told the counterfeiter.
"Maybe youse"ll go up Salt Creek," said Shiny hopefully.
Afraid the allusion might not be understood, he thoughtfully explained that this was the underworld term for the electric chair.
Clay made no further comment. He found the theme a gruesome one.
"Anyhow, I"m glad dey didn"t put no hoister nor damper-getter wit" me.
I"m partickler who I meet. De whole profesh is gettin" run down at de heel. I"m dead sick of rats who can"t do nothin" but lift pokes,"
concluded the occupant of the lower berth with disgust.
Though Clay"s nerves were of the best he did very little sleeping that night. He was in a grave situation. Even if he had a fair field his plight would be serious enough. But he guessed that during the long hours of darkness Durand was busy weaving a net of false evidence from which he could scarcely disentangle himself. Unless Bromfield came forward at once as a witness for him, his case would be hopeless--and Clay suspected that the clubman would prove only a broken reed as a support. The fellow was selfish to the core. He had not, in the telling Western phrase, the guts to go through. He would take the line of least resistance.
Beatrice was in his thoughts a great deal. What would she think of him when the news came that he was a murderer, caught by the police in a den of vice where he had no business to be? Some deep instinct of his soul told him that she would brush through the evidence to the essential truth. She had failed him once. She would never do it again. He felt sure of that.