It was to Ba.s.sett then that he told his story, he and Ba.s.sett sitting, d.i.c.k standing with his elbow on the mantelpiece, tall and weary and almost detached.
"I"ve got to make my own position plain in this," he said. "I didn"t like Clark, and I kept her from marrying him. There was one time, before she met Lucas, when she almost did it. I was away when she decided on that fool trip to the Clark ranch. We couldn"t get a New York theater until November, and she had some time, so they went. I"ve got her story of what happened there. You can check it up with what you know."
He turned to d.i.c.k for a moment.
"You were drinking pretty hard that night, but you may remember this: She had quarreled with Lucas at dinner that night and with you. That"s true, isn"t it?"
"Yes."
"She went to her room and began to pack her things. Then she thought it over, and she decided to try to persuade Lucas to go too. Things had begun all right, but they were getting strained and unpleasant. She went down the stairs, and Melis saw her, the valet. The living-room was dark, but there was a light coming through the billiard room door, and against it she saw the figure of a man in the doorway. He had his back to her, and he had a revolver in his hand. She ran across the room when he heard her and when he turned she saw it was Lucas. Do you remember, Jud, having a revolver and Lucas taking it from you?"
"No. Donaldson testified I"d had a revolver."
"Well, that"s how we figure he"d got the gun. She thought at once that Lucas and you had quarreled, and that he was going to shoot. She tried to take it from him, but he was drunk and stubborn. It went off and killed him."
Ba.s.sett leaned forward.
"That"s straight, is it?"
"I"m telling you."
"Then why in G.o.d"s name didn"t she say that at the inquest?"
"She was afraid it wouldn"t be believed. Look at the facts. She"d quarreled with Lucas. There had been a notorious situation with regard to Clark. And remember this. She had done it. I know her well enough, however, to say that she would have confessed, eventually, but Clark had beaten it. It was reasonably sure that he was lost in the blizzard.
You"ve got to allow for that."
Ba.s.sett said nothing. After a silence d.i.c.k spoke:
"What about the revolver?"
"She had it in her hand. She dropped it and stood still, too stunned to scream. Lucas, she says, took a step or two forward, and fell through the doorway. Donaldson came running in, and you know the rest."
Ba.s.sett was the first to break the silence.
"She will be willing to testify to that now, of course?"
"And stand trial?"
"Not necessarily. Clark would be on trial. He"s been indicted. He has to be tried."
"Why does he have to be tried? He"s free now. He"s been free for ten years. And I tell you as an honest opinion that the thing would kill her. Accident and all, she did it. And there would be some who"d never believe she hadn"t tired of Lucas, and wanted the Clark money."
"That"s a chance she"ll have to take," Ba.s.sett said doggedly. "The only living witness who could be called would be the valet. And remember this: for ten years he has believed that she did it. He"ll have built up a story by this time, perhaps unconsciously, that might d.a.m.n her."
d.i.c.k moved.
"There"s only one thing to do. You"re right, Gregory. I"ll never expose her to that."
"You"re crazy," Ba.s.sett said angrily.
"Not at all. I told you I wouldn"t hide behind a woman. As a matter of fact, I"ve learned what I wanted. Lucas wasn"t murdered. I didn"t shoot him. That"s what really matters. I"m no worse off than I was before; considerably better, in fact. And I don"t see what"s to be gained by going any further."
In spite of his protests, Ba.s.sett was compelled finally to agree. He was sulky and dispirited. He saw the profound anticlimax to all his effort of d.i.c.k wandering out again, legally dead and legally guilty, and he swore roundly under his breath.
"All right," he grunted at last. "I guess that"s the last word, Gregory.
But you tell her from me that if she doesn"t reopen the matter of her own accord, she"ll have a man"s life on her conscience."
"I"ll not tell her anything about it. I"m not only her brother; I"m her manager now. And I"m not kicking any hole in the boat that floats me."
He was self-confident and slightly insolent; the hands with which he lighted a fresh cigarette no longer trembled, and the glance he threw at d.i.c.k was triumphant and hostile.
"As a man sows, Clark!" he said. "You sowed h.e.l.l for a number of people once."
Ba.s.sett had to restrain an impulse to kick him out of the door. When he had gone Ba.s.sett turned to d.i.c.k with a.s.sumed lightness.
"Well," he said, "here we are, all dressed up and nowhere to go!"
He wandered around the room, restless and disappointed. He knew, and d.i.c.k knew, that they had come to the end of the road, and that nothing lay beyond. In his own unpleasant way Fred Gregory had made a case for his sister that tied their hands, and the crux of the matter had lain in his final gibe: "As a man sows, Clark, so shall he reap." The moral issue was there.
"I suppose the Hines story goes by the board, eh?" he commented after a pause.
"Yes. Except that I wish I"d known about him when I could have done something. He"s my half-brother, any way you look at it, and he had a rotten deal. Sometimes a man sows," he added, with a wry smile, "and the other fellow reaps."
Ba.s.sett went out after that, going to the office on the chance of a letter from Melis, but there was none. When he came back he found d.i.c.k standing over a partially packed suitcase, and knew that they had come to the end of the road indeed.
"What"s the next step?" he asked bluntly.
"I"ll have to leave here. It"s too expensive."
"And after that, what?"
"I"ll get a job. I suppose a man is as well hidden here as anywhere. I can grow a beard-that"s the usual thing, isn"t it?"
Ba.s.sett made an impatient gesture, and fell to pacing the floor. "It"s incredible," he said. "It"s monstrous. It"s a joke. Here you are, without a thing against you, and hung like Mahomet"s coffin between heaven and earth. It makes me sick."
He went home that night, leaving word to have any letters for L 22 forwarded, but without much hope. His last clutch of d.i.c.k"s hand had a sort of desperate finality in it, and he carried with him most of the way home the tall, worn and rather shabby figure that saw him off with a smile.
By the next afternoon"s mail he received a note from New York, with a few words of comment penciled on it in d.i.c.k"s writing. "This came this evening. I sent back the money. D." The note was from Gregory and had evidently enclosed a one-hundred dollar bill. It began without superscription: "Enclosed find a hundred dollars, as I imagine funds may be short. If I were you I"d get out of here. There has been considerable excitement, and you know too many people in this burg."
Ba.s.sett sat back in his chair and studied the note.
"Now why the devil did he do that?" he reflected. He sat for some time, thinking deeply, and he came to one important conclusion. The story Gregory had told was the one which was absolutely calculated to shut off all further inquiry. They had had ten years; ten years to plan, eliminate and construct; ten years to prepare their defense, in case Clark turned up. Wasn"t that why Gregory had been so a.s.sured? But he had not been content to let well enough alone; he had perhaps overreached himself.
Then what was the answer? She had killed Lucas, but was it an accident?
And there must have been a witness, or they would have had nothing to fear. He wrote out on a bit of paper three names, and sat looking at them:
Hattie Thorwald Jean Melis Clifton Hines.