"Yes, father," came a reply, and everybody started.
Surely that was Peter"s own voice! Not loud, almost a whisper, but with the unmistakable cadence and tone of Peter, himself.
"That"s Peter!" cried Julie, excitedly, "oh, father, is it?"
"Hush, dear," her father said, himself greatly agitated. "One must be very calm and quiet on these occasions. Peter Boots, will you talk with us?"
"Gladly, Dad," came the voice again,--seeming to emanate from behind Detective Western"s chair,--as indeed it did.
"Then tell us of yourself, my boy."
Mrs. Crane said no word, but sat, her hand in that of her husband, full of faith in the genuineness of it all, and ready to listen and believe.
"I am very happy here, father," Peter"s voice declared,--and Zizi bit her lip to keep from smiling at the hackneyed phrase uttered by mortal tongue!
"You sound so real, Peter," Julie said, bluntly. "Is it always like this?"
For Julie had never attended a _seance_ before.
"No, sister," the voice said, speaking more clearly with every word; "this is an unusual occasion. Perhaps,--perhaps the medium can bring about materialization to-night."
"Oh, don"t," Julie cried out, "I"m scared!"
"Don"t be frightened, Julie," Peter said, his voice faint again, "I won"t hurt you."
The well-remembered gentleness rea.s.sured Julie, and she held tight to her parents" hands and listened.
"I have a message for each of you," the voice went on; "or you may each ask me a question, as you prefer."
"I"ll ask," Julie exclaimed; "Peter, dear Peter Boots, tell me that Mac never killed Gilbert. I know it, yet I want you to say so. They told me you didn"t know, and that you were misinformed and all that. You do know, don"t you, Peter?"
"Yes, Julie, I know. And Mac didn"t kill Gilbert at all. But I know who did. Shall I tell?"
"Yes," cried out several in chorus.
And then, from out the dark shadows behind Weston"s chair, there slowly appeared a dark, cloaked form. A black-draped, hooded figure, that moved slowly toward them. A tall, big figure that seemed to loom out of the darkness, and then the hood fell back a little, a white ghostly face appeared dimly and a slowly raised hand pointed to Kit Shelby.
"Thou art the man!" came in low, accusing tones, and they were unmistakably Peter"s.
Julie shrieked, and the accused man gave a strange, guttural sound, expressive of abject fear, and as the tall figure drew nearer, he rose to flee from its avenging shape.
Shelby didn"t go far, for his progress was stopped by the burly form of Detective Weston, who advised him to sit down.
"Confess!" went on the figure that seemed to be Peter, and with wild eyes, fairly starting from their sockets at the sight, Shelby cried out, "I did, oh, Peter, I did!" and then he fell in a convulsion of fright and terror.
And then, Peter Boots himself switched on the lights, threw off his long cloak, and turned to take his mother in his arms.
"My boy, my boy!" she said, knowing intuitively and instantaneously that it was her son, alive and found.
Benjamin Crane was a picture of utter perplexity. Unable to accept the obvious, he tried for a moment to believe in a marvelous "materialization," but Peter came to him, smiling and holding out an eager hand.
"Welcome me home, Dad," he said, a quiver in his strong voice. "I know what a shock it is, but brace up and meet it,-- I"m here, and very much alive. In fact, I never have been dead at all."
"Peter,--Peter," his father muttered, and fearing ill effects, Zizi came quickly to his side.
"Yes, Mr. Crane," she said in her brisk little way. "Peter Boots, home again. Never mind the spook stuff now. Cut it out,--forget it,--let him tell us of his adventures."
And now Carly came toward Peter.
One glance pa.s.sed between them, and she was in his arms, a smiling, sweet Carly, who kissed him right before everybody, and said triumphantly, "I knew you"d come back!"
"Of course," said Peter, happily holding her to him. "I had to, the gypsies prophesied it, you know. They didn"t mean come back as a silly old spirit, they meant come back in the flesh, and here I am. Kit, old man, I"m sorry."
And there was infinite sorrow and pity in the face that Peter turned on Shelby, who was still trembling and mouthing in a vain effort to speak.
"Get his confession," said Wise, lest when the shock wore off Shelby might dare deny it all.
But he couldn"t speak, and out of very pity, Peter said, "I"ll tell the details, and Shelby can nod a.s.sent."
"Go ahead," said Weston, his eye on his prisoner.
"I"ll not tell of my experiences now, only to say there is no blame to be attached to Shelby or to Blair or to the guide for my accident. I fell in the snow, and somehow so managed to double my half-frozen legs under me that the silly things both broke. I floundered in the drifts but couldn"t get up, nor could I make the boys hear my shouts, for the wind was against me. Well, I was picked up--after many hours--by some lumbermen and my tale of woe thereafter would fill a set of books. But never mind that now, I got home just as soon as I possibly could, having been absolutely unable to get a letter here any sooner than I could come myself. I came back to find that Dad, supposing me dead, had written a book,--oh, my eye! Dad, how you did b.u.t.ter me! Well, then I was up a stump to know whether to make my joyous presence known and spill the beans entirely or whether to sneak off, disappear forever and leave Dad to his laurel and bay."
"Peter! how could you dream of such a thing!" Benjamin Crane was himself now. "I"d a million times rather have you back than to have written all the books in the world!"
"But, father, think what people will say! I understand your book is read and discussed from pole to pole----"
"And it may be hooted at from pole to pole for all I care! Oh, Peter!
Peter Boots! Good old chap!"
Peter"s blue eyes beamed. The thing that had worried him most had turned out all right. Moreover, Carly seemed still kindly disposed toward him.
Remained only the dreadful business of Shelby and that must be put through.
"Then," Peter resumed, "I came home, and found old Gilbert Blair was dead. Murdered. And Mac Thorpe arrested for the crime.
"I know Thorpe, and I know he never did it. And I wondered. Then I read in father"s book about that old tobacco pouch of mine being "materialized." So I knew there was trickery afoot. For I had handed that pouch to Kit only a short time before I fell down. And he hadn"t handed it back. So, that accounted for its presence in the possession of the medium, though it didn"t necessarily incriminate Shelby. He might have lost it or had it stolen from him.
"But, next I went to the Picture Show of "Labrador Luck." That, or at least the plot, the backbone of it, was Blair"s and mine. Together we doped it out, sitting by our camp fire up there in the wilds, old Kit dozing near by. He talked with us about it now and then, but his plans were different from ours. All for a monster, spectacular production which he has achieved, while Blair and I planned a little light comedy affair. But the plot, the great theme of the thing, was Blair"s,--and I denounce Kit Shelby as the murderer of Gilbert Blair for the purpose of using that plot alone and in his own way! Another motive lay in the fact of his admiration for Carlotta Harper, whom, he thought, Blair was about to marry.
"And, if these do not seem to you, Mr. Weston and Mr. Wise, sufficient motive for murder, I will inform you that Blair had discovered Shelby"s visits to the medium, Parlato, and had learned that it was he who was responsible for the tobacco pouch, the handkerchief and that forged letter. Blair discovered or suspected all this, and went to the medium and forced her to admit he was correct.
"Wherefore, Shelby had to be exposed and ruined, or--had to close Blair"s lips forever. He chose the latter course. The method was by a poisoned soda mint, as has been suspected, and this I know, because Shelby and I talked over methods of murder, when we were discussing detective stories, and he detailed to me the very plan that I am sure he used himself, that of putting one poisoned pellet in a bottle of plain ones, and letting the result happen when it might. His argument was, that the murderer would be far from the scene at the time death took place. These statements I submit, and if Christopher Shelby can deny or refute them, none will be more glad than I."
Sh.e.l.ly maintained a sullen silence, refusing to look at Peter at all.
But Weston adjured him to reply to the accusations with either confession or denial, and he muttered: "Of course it"s all true. I got in deeper and deeper and there was no way out but to do for Blair. I began giving the medium things just for fun,--the whole matter seemed to me such rubbish, and I never dreamed Mr. Crane would take it so seriously. Then when he did, and when Blair found out I had primed the medium, and when I wanted his play and he wouldn"t let me have it, and when I wanted his girl,--and when he declared he would expose the medium business,--I fell for the temptation. That"s all."