Clay had not been prepared for this c.u.mulative evidence. He gave a low laugh of relief. "I"m an awful poor liar. So Bromfield says he was with me, does he?"
"Yes."
He intended to wait for a lead before showing his hand. "Then you know all about it?" he asked carelessly.
Their eyes were on each other, keen and watchful. She knew he was concealing something of importance. He had meant not to tell her that Bromfield had been with him. Why? To protect the man to whom she was engaged. She jumped to the conclusion that he was still shielding him.
"Yes, you"re a poor liar, Clay," she agreed. "You stayed to keep back Collins so as to give Clarendon a chance to escape."
"Did I?"
"Can you deny it? Clarendon heard the shots as he was running downstairs."
"He told you that, did he?"
"Yes."
"That ought to help a lot. If I can prove Collins was shootin" at me I can plead self-defense."
"That"s what it was, of course."
"Yes. But Durand doesn"t mean to let it go at that. He was here to see me this mo"nin"." Clay turned to the mining man, his voice low but incisive. His brain was working clear and fast. "Mr. Whitford, I have a hunch he"s going to destroy the evidence that"s in my favor. There must be two bullet holes in the part.i.tion of the rear room where Collins was killed. See if you can"t find those bullet holes and the bullets in the wall behind."
"I"ll do that, Lindsay."
"And hire me a good lawyer. Send him to me. I won"t use a smart one whose business is to help crooks escape. If he doesn"t believe in me, I don"t want him. I"ll have him get the names of all those pulled in the raid and visit them to see if he can"t find some one who heard the shots or saw shooting. Then there"s the gun. Some one"s got that gun.
It"s up to us to learn who."
"That right."
"Tim Muldoon will do anything he can for me. There"s a girl lives with his mother. Her name"s Annie Millikan. She has ways of finding out things. Better talk it over with her too. We"ve got to get busy in a hurry."
"Yes," agreed Whitford. "We"ll do that, boy."
"Oh, Clay, I"m sure it"s going to be all right!" cried Beatrice, in a glow of enthusiasm. "We"ll give all our time. We"ll get evidence to show the truth. And we"ll let you know every day what we are doing."
"How about my going bail for you?" asked her father.
Clay shook his head. "No chance, just yet. Let"s make our showing at the coroner"s inquest. I"ll do fine and dandy here till then."
He shook hands with them both and was taken back to his cell. But hope was in his heart now. He knew his friends would do their best to get the evidence to free him. It would be a battle royal between the truth and a lie.
CHAPTER x.x.xIII
BROMFIELD MAKES AN OFFER
A youth with a face like a fox sidled up to Durand in the hotel lobby and whispered in his ear. Jerry nodded curtly, and the man slipped away as furtively as he had come.
Presently the ex-prize-fighter got up, sauntered to the street, and hailed a taxi. Twenty minutes later he paid the driver, turned a corner, and pa.s.sed into an apartment house for bachelors. He took the elevator to the third floor and rang an electric bell at a door which carried the name "Mr. Clarendon Bromfield."
From the man who came to the door Mr. Bromfield"s visitor learned that he was not well and could receive no callers.
"Just mention the Omnium Club, and say I"m here on very important business," said Jerry with a sour grin.
The reference served as a pa.s.sword. Jerry was admitted to meet a host quite unable to control his alarm. At sight of his visitor Bromfield jumped up angrily. As soon as his man had gone he broke out in a subdued scream.
"You rotten traitor! Get out of my room, or I"ll call the police."
Durand found a comfortable chair, drew a case from his pocket, and selected a cigar. He grinned with evil mirth.
"You will, eh? Like h.e.l.l you will. You"re hidin" from the cops this blessed minute. I"ve just found out myself where you live."
"You took my money and threw me down. You hired a gunman to kill me."
"Now, what would I do that for? I hadn"t a thing in the world against you, an" I haven"t now."
"That d.a.m.ned ruffian shot at me. He was still shooting when I struck him with the chair," cried Bromfield, his voice shaking.
"He didn"t know it was you--mistook you for Lindsay in the darkness."
"My G.o.d, I didn"t mean to kill him. I had to do something."
"You did it all right."
"I told you there wasn"t to be any violence. It was explicitly stated.
You promised. And all the time you were planning murder. I"ll tell all I know. By G.o.d, I will."
"Go easy, Mr. Bromfield," snarled Jerry. "If you do, where do ye think you"ll get off at?"
"I"ll go to the police and tell them your hired gunman was shooting at us."
"Will you now? An" I"ll have plenty of good witnesses to swear he wasn"t." Durand bared his teeth in a threat. "That"s not all either.
I"ll tie you up with the rube from the West and send you up to Sing Sing as accessory. How"d you like that?"
"If I tell the truth--"
"You"ll be convicted of murder in place of him and he"ll go up as accessory. I don"t care two straws how it is. But you"d be a d.a.m.ned fool. I"ll say that for you."
"I"m not going to let an innocent man suffer in my place. It wouldn"t be playing the game."
Durand leaned forward and tapped the table with his finger-tips. His voice rasped like a file. "You can"t save him. He"s goin" to get it right. But you can hurt yourself a h.e.l.l of a lot. Get out of the country and stay out till it"s over with. That"s the best thing you can do. Go to the Hawaiian Islands, man. That"s a good healthy climate an" the hotel cooking"s a lot better than it is at Sing Sing."
"I can"t do it," moaned the clubman. "My G.o.d, man, if it ever came out--that I"d paid you money to--to--ruin his reputation, and that I"d run away when I could have saved an innocent man--I"d be done for. I"d be kicked out of every club I"m in."
"It won"t ever come out if you"re not here. But if you force my hand--well, that"s different." Again Jerry"s grin slit his colorless face. He had this poor devil where he wanted him, and he was enjoying himself.