""Something to DO with it?" he groans. "Why, you idiot, it was IT!
If Gordon"s lawyers get that paper--and they"ve been after it for a year--then the fat"s all in the fire. There"s nothin" left for me to do but compromise."
"When Peter T. mentioned the name of Gabriel Sterzer, me and Jonadab begun to see a light, too. "Course you remember the bust-up of the Aluminum Trust--everybody does. The papers was full of it. There"d been a row among the two leadin" stockholders, Gabe Sterzer and "Major"
Gordon. Them two double-back-action millionaires practically owned the trust, and the state "twas in, and the politics of that state, and all the politicians. Each of "em run three or four banks of their own, and a couple of newspapers, and other things, till you couldn"t rest. Then they had the row, and Gabe had took his playthings and gone home, as you might say. Among the playthings was a majority of the stock, and the Major had sued for it. The suit, with pictures of the leadin"
characters and the lawyers and all, had been spread-eagled in the papers everywheres. No wonder "Robinson"s" face was familiar.
"But it seemed that Sterzer had held the trump card in the shape of the original agreement between him and Gordon. And he hung on to it like the Old Scratch to a fiddler. Gordon and his crowd had done everything, short of murder, to get it; hired folks to steal it, and so on, because, once they DID get it, Gabe hadn"t a leg to stand on--he"d have to divide equal, which wa"n"t his desires, by a good sight. The Sterzer lawyers had wanted him to leave it in their charge, but no--he knew too much for that. The pig-headed old fool had carted it with him wherever he went, and him and his daughter had come to the Old Home House because he figgered n.o.body would think of their bein" in such an out-of-the-way place as that. But they HAD thought of it. Anyhow, the paper was gone.
""But Mr. Robinzer--Sterson, I mean--" cut in Cap"n Jonadab, "you could have "em took up for stealin", couldn"t you? They wouldn"t dare--"
"""Course they"d dare! S"pose they don"t know I wouldn"t have that agreement get in the papers? Dare! They"d dare anything. If they get away with it, by hook or crook, all I can do is haul in my horns and compromise. If they"ve got that paper, the suit never comes to trial."
""Well, they ain"t got it yet," says Peter, decided. "Whoever stole the thing is right here in this boardin"-house, and it"s up to us to see that they stay here. Barzilla, you take care of the mail. No letters must go out to-night. Jonadab, you set up and watch all hands, help and all. n.o.body must leave this place, if we have to tie em. And I"ll keep a gen"ral overseein" of the whole thing, till we get a detective. And--if you"ll stand the waybill, Mr. Sterzer--we"ll have the best Pinkerton in Boston down here in three hours by special train. By the way, are you sure the thing IS lifted? Where was it?"
"Old Gabe kind of colored up, and give in that "twas under his pillow.
He always kept it there after the beds was made.
""Humph!" grunts Brown. "Why didn"t you hang it on the door-k.n.o.b? Under the pillow! If I was a sneak thief, the first place I"d look would be under the pillow; after that I"d tackle the jewelry box and the safe."
"There was consider"ble more talk. Seems the Sterzers had left Henry on guard, same as they always done, when they went to supper. They could trust him and Suzette absolute, they said. But Henry had gone down the hall after a drink of water, and when he had got back everything apparently was all right. "Twa"n"t till Gabe himself come up that he found the paper gone. I judged he"d made it interestin" for Henry; the poor critter looked that way.
"All hands agreed to keep mum for the present and to watch. Peter hustled to the office and called up the Pinkertons over the long distance."
Mr. Wingate paused. Captain Sol was impatient.
"Go on," he said. "Don"t stop now, I"m gettin" anxious."
Barzilla rose to his feet. "Here"s your McKay man back again," he said.
"Let"s go up to your house and have breakfast. We can talk while we"re eatin". I"m empty as a poorhouse boarder"s pocketbook."
CHAPTER VI
AVIATION AND AVARICE
Breakfast at Capt. Sol Berry"s was a bountiful meal. The depot master employed a middle-aged woman who came in each day, cooked his meals and did the housework, returning to her own home at night. After Mr. Wingate had mowed a clean swath through ham and eggs, cornbread and coffee, and had reached the cooky and doughnut stage, he condescended to speak further concerning the stolen paper.
"Well," he said, "Brown give me and Jonadab a serious talkin" to when he got us alone."
""Now, fellers," he says, "we know what we"ve got to do. Nothin"ll be too good for this shebang and us if we get that agreement back. Fust place, the thing was done a few minutes after the supper-bell rung.
That is, unless that "Enry is in on the deal, which ain"t unlikely, considerin" the price he could get from the Gordon gang. Was anybody late at the tables?"
"Why, yes; there were quite a few late. Two of the "gunners," who"d been on a forlorn-hope duck hunt; and a minister and his wife, out walkin"
for their health; and Parker and two fellers from the football team, who"d been practicin".
""Any of the waiters or the chambermaids?" asked Peter.
"I"d been expectin" he"d ask that, and I hated to answer.
""One of the waiters was a little late," says I. "Willie wa"n"t on hand immediate. Said he went to wash his hands."
"Now the help gen"rally washed in the fo"castle--the servants"
quarters, I mean--but there was a wash room on the floor where the Sterzer-Robinsons roomed. Peter looked at Jonadab, and the two of "em at me. And I had to own up that Willie had come downstairs from that wash room a few minutes after the bell rung.
""Hum!" says Peter T. "Hum!" he says. "Look here, Barzilla, didn"t you tell me you knew that feller"s real name, and that he had been studying law?"
""No," says I, emphatic. "I said "twas law he was tryin" to get away from. His tastes run large to literation and poetry."
""Hum!" says Peter again. "All papers are more or less literary--even trust agreements. Hum!"
""All the same," says I, "I"ll bet my Sunday beaver that HE never took it."
"They didn"t answer, but looked solemn. Then the three of us went on watch.
"n.o.body made a move to go out that evenin". I kept whatever mail was handed in, but there was nothin" that looked like any agreements, and nothin" addressed to Gordon or his lawyers. At twelve or so, the detective come. Peter drove up to the depot to meet the special. He told the whole yarn on the way down.
"The detective was a nice enough chap, and we agreed he should be "Mr.
Snow," of New York, gunnin" for health and ducks. He said the watch must be kept up all night, and in the mornin" he"d make his fust move. So said, so done.
"And afore breakfast that next mornin" we called everybody into the dinin" room, boarders, help, stable hands, every last one. And Peter made a little speech. He said that a very valuable paper had been taken out of Mr. Robinson"s room, and "twas plain that it must be on the premises somewhere. "Course, n.o.body was suspicioned, but, speakin"
for himself, he"d feel better if his clothes and his room was searched through. How"d the rest feel about it?
"Well, they felt diff"rent ways, but Parker spoke up like a brick, and said he wouldn"t rest easy till HIS belongin"s was pawed over, and then the rest fell in line. We went through everybody and every room on the place. Found nothin", of course. Snow--the detective--said he didn"t expect to. But I tell you there was some talkin" goin" on, just the same. The minister, he hinted that he had some doubts about them dissipated gunners; and the gunners cal"lated they never see a parson yet wouldn"t bear watchin". As for me, I felt like a pickpocket, and, judgin" from Jonadab"s face, he felt the same.
"The detective man swooped around quiet, bobbin" up in unexpected places, like a porpoise, and askin" questions once in a while. He asked about most everybody, but about Willie, especial. I judged Peter T. had dropped a hint to him and to Gabe. Anyhow, the old critter give out that he wouldn"t trust a poet with the silver handles on his grandmarm"s coffin. As for Grace, she acted dreadful nervous and worried. Once I caught her swabbin" her eyes, as if she"d been cryin"; but I"d never seen her and Willie together but the one time I told you of.
"Four days and nights crawled by. No symptoms yet. The Pinkertons was watchin" the Gordon lawyers" office in New York, and they reported that nothin" like that agreement had reached there. And our own man--Snow--said he"d go bail it hadn"t been smuggled off the premises sense HE struck port. So "twas safe so far; but where was it, and who had it?
"The final football game, the one with Wapatomac, was to be played over on their grounds on the afternoon of the fifth day. Parker, cap"n of the eleven, give out that, considerin" everything, he didn"t know but we"d better call it off. Old Robinson--Sterzer, of course--wouldn"t hear of it.
""Not much," says he. "I wouldn"t chance your losin" that game for forty papers. You sail in and lick "em!" or words to that effect.
"So the eleven was to cruise across the bay in the Greased Lightnin", Peter"s little motor launch, and the rooters was to go by train later on. "Twas Parker"s idee, goin" in the launch. "Twould be more quiet, less strain on the nerves of his men, and they could talk over plays and signals on the v"yage.
"So at nine o"clock in the forenoon they was ready, the whole team--three waiters, two fishermen, one carpenter from up to Wellmouth Center, a stable hand, and Parker and three reg"lar boarders. These last three was friends of Parker"s that he"d had come down some time afore.
He knew they could play football, he said, and they"d come to oblige him.
"The eleven gathered on the front porch, all in togs and sweaters, princ.i.p.ally provided and paid for by Sterzer. Cap"n Parker had the ball under his arm, and the launch was waitin" ready at the landin". All the boarders--except Grace, who was upstairs in her room--and most of the help was standin" round to say good luck and good-by.
"Snow, the detective, was there, and I whispered in his ear.
""Say," I says, "do you realize that for the fust time since the robbery here"s a lot of folks leavin" the house? How do you know but what--"
"He winked and nodded brisk. "I"ll attend to that," he says.