"I"ll hatter see Mr. Lynch fust, sah," he answered.
Ben placed his hand on his hip pocket and said coldly:
"Put your cross-mark on those forms I"ve made out there for you, go with me immediately, and summon these men. If you dare put a negro on this jury, or open your mouth as to what has occurred in this room, I"ll kill you."
The negro tremblingly did as he was commanded.
The coroner"s jury reported that the mother and daughter had been killed by accidentally failing over the cliff.
In all the throng of grief-stricken friends who came to the little cottage that day, but two men knew the h.e.l.l-lit secret beneath the tragedy.
When the bodies reached the home, Doctor Cameron placed Mrs. Cameron and Margaret outside to receive visitors and prevent any one from disturbing him. He took Ben into the room and locked the doors.
"My boy, I wish you to witness an experiment."
He drew from its case a powerful microscope of French make.
"What on earth are you going to do, sir?"
The doctor"s brilliant eyes flashed with a mystic light as he replied:
"Find the fiend who did this crime--and then we will hang him on a gallows so high that all men from the rivers to ends of the earth shall see and feel and know the might of an unconquerable race of men."
"But there"s no trace of him here."
"We shall see," said the doctor, adjusting his instrument.
"I believe that a microscope of sufficient power will reveal on the retina of these dead eyes the image of this devil as if etched there by fire. The experiment has been made successfully in France. No word or deed of man is lost. A German scholar has a memory so wonderful he can repeat whole volumes of Latin, German, and French without an error. A Russian officer has been known to repeat the roll-call of any regiment by reading it twice. Psychologists hold that nothing is lost from the memory of man.
Impressions remain in the brain like words written on paper in invisible ink. So I believe of images in the eye if we can trace them early enough.
If no impression were made subsequently on the mother"s eye by the light of day, I believe the fire-etched record of this crime can yet be traced."
Ben watched him with breathless interest.
He first examined Marion"s eyes. But in the cold azure blue of their pure depths he could find nothing.
"It"s as I feared with the child," he said. "I can see nothing. It is on the mother I rely. In the splendour of life, at thirty-seven she was the full-blown perfection of womanhood, with every vital force at its highest tension----"
He looked long and patiently into the dead mother"s eye, rose and wiped the perspiration from his face.
"What is it, sir?" asked Ben.
Without reply, as if in a trance, he returned to the microscope and again rose with the little, quick, nervous cough he gave only in the greatest excitement, and whispered:
"Look now and tell me what you see."
Ben looked and said:
"I can see nothing."
"Your powers of vision are not trained as mine," replied the doctor, resuming his place at the instrument.
"What do you see?" asked the younger man, bending nervously.
"The b.e.s.t.i.a.l figure of a negro--his huge black hand plainly defined--the upper part of the face is dim, as if obscured by a gray mist of dawn--but the ma.s.sive jaws and lips are clear--merciful G.o.d--yes--it"s Gus!"
The doctor leaped to his feet livid with excitement.
Ben bent again, looked long and eagerly, but could see nothing.
"I"m afraid the image is in your eye, sir, not the mother"s," said Ben sadly.
"That"s possible, of course," said the doctor, "yet I don"t believe it."
"I"ve thought of the same scoundrel and tried blood hounds on that track, but for some reason they couldn"t follow it. I suspected him from the first, and especially since learning that he left for Columbia on the early morning train on pretended official business."
"Then I"m not mistaken," insisted the doctor, trembling with excitement.
"Now do as I tell you. Find when he returns. Capture him, bind, gag, and carry him to your meeting-place under the cliff, and let me know."
On the afternoon of the funeral, two days later, Ben received a cypher telegram from the conductor on the train telling him that Gus was on the evening mail due at Piedmont at nine o"clock.
The papers had been filled with accounts of the accident, and an enormous crowd from the county and many admirers of the fiery lyrics of the poet father had come from distant parts to honour his name. All business was suspended, and the entire white population of the village followed the bodies to their last resting-place.
As the crowds returned to their homes, no notice was taken of a dozen men on horseback who rode out of town by different ways about dusk. At eight o"clock they met in the woods near the first little flag-station located on McAllister"s farm four miles from Piedmont, where a buggy awaited them.
Two men of powerful build, who were strangers in the county, alighted from the buggy and walked along the track to board the train at the station three miles beyond and confer with the conductor.
The men, who gathered in the woods, dismounted, removed their saddles, and from the folds of the blankets took a white disguise for horse and man. In a moment it was fitted on each horse, with buckles at the throat, breast, and tail, and the saddles replaced. The white robe for the man was made in the form of an ulster overcoat with cape, the skirt extending to the top of the shoes. From the red belt at the waist were swung two revolvers which had been concealed in their pockets. On each man"s breast was a scarlet circle within which shone a white cross. The same scarlet circle and cross appeared on the horse"s breast, while on his flanks flamed the three red mystic letters, K. K. K. Each man wore a white cap, from the edges of which fell a piece of cloth extending to the shoulders. Beneath the visor was an opening for the eyes and lower down one for the mouth. On the front of the caps of two of the men appeared the red wings of a hawk as the ensign of rank. From the top of each cap rose eighteen inches high a single spike held erect by a twisted wire. The disguises for man and horse were made of cheap unbleached domestic and weighed less than three pounds. They were easily folded within a blanket and kept under the saddle in a crowd without discovery. It required less than two minutes to remove the saddles, place the disguises, and remount.
At the signal of a whistle, the men and horses arrayed in white and scarlet swung into double-file cavalry formation and stood awaiting orders. The moon was now shining brightly, and its light shimmering on the silent horses and men with their tall spiked caps made a picture such as the world had not seen since the Knights of the Middle Ages rode on their Holy Crusades.
As the train neared the flag-station, which was dark and unattended, the conductor approached Gus, leaned over, and said: "I"ve just gotten a message from the sheriff telling me to warn you to get off at this station and slip into town. There"s a crowd at the depot there waiting for you and they mean trouble."
Gus trembled and whispered:
"Den fur Gawd"s sake lemme off here."
The two men who got on at the station below stepped out before the negro, and as he alighted from the car, seized, tripped, and threw him to the ground. The engineer blew a sharp signal, and the train pulled on.
In a minute Gus was bound and gagged.
One of the men drew a whistle and blew twice. A single tremulous call like the cry of an owl answered. The swift beat of horses" feet followed, and four white-and-scarlet clansmen swept in a circle around the group.
One of the strangers turned to the horseman with red-winged ensign on his cap, saluted, and said:
"Here"s your man, Night Hawk."
"Thanks, gentlemen," was the answer. "Let us know when we can be of service to your county."
The strangers sprang into their buggy and disappeared toward the North Carolina line.