He shook his head.
"I have nothing to say."
"You have _got_ to have something to say," I cried. "You have got to go on the stand and make an absolutely open and straightforward statement of everything bearing on the case. You have got to appear anxious to find and punish the man who murdered your father. You have got to gain public sympathy, and before you go on the stand you owe it to yourself and me to leave nothing unexplained between us."
He raised his eyes miserably to mine.
"Must I go on?" he asked. "Can"t I refuse to testify--I don"t see that they can punish me for contempt of court; I"m already in prison."
"They can hang you," said I, bluntly.
He buried his face in his hands with a groan.
"Arnold," he pleaded, "don"t make me face all those people. You can see what a state my nerves are in; I haven"t slept for three nights." He held out his hand to show me how it trembled. "I can"t talk--I don"t know what I"m saying. You don"t know what you"re urging me to do."
My anger at his stubbornness vanished in a sudden spasm of pity. The poor fellow was scarcely more than a boy! Though I was completely in the dark as to what he was holding back and why he was doing it, yet I felt instinctively that his motives were honorable.
"Rad," I said, "it would help your cause to be open with me, and if you are remanded for trial before the grand jury you must in the end tell me everything. But now I will not insist. Probably nothing will come up about the ha"nt. I can of course refuse to let you speak on the ground of incriminating evidence, but that is the last stand I wish to take. We must gain public opinion on our side and to that end you must testify yourself. You must force every person present to believe that you are incapable of telling a falsehood--I believe that already and so does Polly Mathers."
Radnor"s face flushed and a quick light sprang into his eyes.
"What do you mean?"
I repeated what Polly had said and I added my own interpretation. The effect was electrical. He straightened his shoulders with an air of trying to throw off his despondency.
"I"ll do my best," he promised. "Heaven knows I"d like to know the truth as well as you--this doubt is simply h.e.l.l!"
A knock sounded on the door and a sheriff"s officer informed us that the hearing was about to begin.
"You haven"t explained your actions on the day of the murder," I said hurriedly. "I must have a reason."
"That"s all right--it will come out. If you just keep "em off the ha"nt, I"ll clear everything else."
"If you do that," said I, immeasurably relieved, "there"ll be no danger of your being held for trial." I rose and held out my hand. "Courage, my boy; remember that you are going to prove your innocence, not only for your own, but for Polly"s sake."
CHAPTER XIII
THE INQUEST
The coroner"s court was packed; and though here and there I caught a face that I knew to be friendly to Radnor, the crowd was made up for the most part of morbid sensation seekers, eager to hear and believe the worst.
The District Attorney was present; indeed he and the coroner and Jim Mattison were holding a whispered consultation when I entered the room, and I did not doubt but that the three had been working up the case together. The thought was not rea.s.suring; a coroner, with every appearance of fairness, may still bias a jury by the form his questions take. And I myself was scarcely in a position to turn the trend of the inquiry; I doubt if a lawyer ever went to an inquisition with less command of the facts than I had.
The first witness called was the doctor who made the autopsy. After his testimony had been dwelt upon with what seemed to me needless detail, the facts relating to the finding of the body were brought forward. From this, the investigation veered to the subject of Radnor"s strange behavior on the afternoon of the murder. The landlord, stable boy and several hangers-on of the Luray Hotel were called to the stand; their testimony was practically identical, and I did not attempt to question its truth.
"What time did Radnor g.a.y.l.o.r.d come back to the hotel?" the coroner asked of "old man Tompkins," the landlord.
"I reckon it must "a" been "long about three in the afternoon."
"Please describe exactly what occurred."
"Well, we was sittin" on the veranda talkin" about one thing and another when we see young g.a.y.l.o.r.d comin" across the lot, his head down and his hands in his pockets walkin" fast. He yelled to Jake, who was washin"
off a buggy at the pump, to saddle his horse and be quick about it. Then he come up the steps and into the bar-room and called for brandy. He drunk two gla.s.ses straight off without blinkin"."
"Had he ordered anything to drink in the morning when they left their horses?" the coroner interrupted at this point.
"No, he didn"t go into the bar-room--and it wasn"t usually his custom to slight us either."
A t.i.tter ran around the room and the coroner rapped for order. "This is not the place for any cheap witticisms; you will kindly confine yourself to answering my questions.--Did Mr. g.a.y.l.o.r.d appear to have been drinking when he returned from the cave?"
The landlord closed his right eye speculatively. "No, I can"t say as he exactly appeared like he"d been drinking," he said with the air of a connoisseur, "but he did seem to be considerably upset about something.
He looked mad enough to bite; his face was pale, and his hand trembled when he raised his gla.s.s. Three or four noticed it and wondered--"
"Very well," interrupted the coroner, "what did he do next?"
"He went out to the stable yard and swore at the boy for being slow.
And he tightened the surcingle himself with such a jerk that the mare plunged and he struck her. He is usually pretty cranky about the way horses is treated, and we wondered--"
He was stopped again and invited to go on without wondering.
"Well, let me see," said the witness, imperturbably. "He jumped into the saddle and slashing the mare across the flanks, started off in a cloud o" dust, without so much as looking back. We was all surprised at this "cause he"s usually pretty friendly, and we talked about it after; but we didn"t think nothing particular till the news o" the murder come that evening, when we naturally commenced to put two and two together."
At this point I protested and the landlord was excused. "Jake" Henley, the stable boy, was called. His testimony practically covered the same ground and corroborated what the landlord had said.
"You say he swore at you for being slow?" the coroner asked.
Jake nodded with a grin. "I don"t remember just the words--I get swore at so much that it don"t make the impression it might--but it was good straight cussin" all right."
"And he struck you as being agitated?"
Jake"s grin broadened. "I think you might say agitated," he admitted guardedly. "He was mad enough to begin with, an" now the brandy was gettin" to work. Besides, he was in an all-fired hurry to leave before the rest o" the party come back, an" while I was bringin" out the horse, he heard "em laughin". They wasn"t in sight yet, but they was makin" a lot o" noise. One o" the girls had stepped on a snake an" was squealin"
loud enough to hear her two miles off."
"And g.a.y.l.o.r.d left before any of them saw him?"
The boy nodded. "He got off all right. "You forgot to pay for your horse," I yelled after him, and he threw me fifty cents and it landed in the watering-trough."
This ended his testimony.
Several members of the picnic party were next called upon, and nothing very damaging to Radnor was produced. He seemed to be in his usual spirits before entering the cave, and no one, it transpired, had seen him after he came out, though this was not noted at the time. Also, no one had noticed him in conversation with his father. The coroner dwelt upon this point, but elicited no information one way or the other.
Polly Mathers was not present. She had been subpoenaed, but had become too ill and nervous to stand the strain, and the doctor had forbidden her attendance. The coroner, however, had taken her testimony at the house, and his clerk read it aloud to the jury. It dealt merely with the matter of the coat and where she had last seen Radnor.
"_Question._ "Did you notice anything peculiar in the behavior of Radnor g.a.y.l.o.r.d on the day of his father"s death?"