Under the terrible strain of the past six days I had completely forgotten Terry"s existence and now the memory of his cool impertinence came back to me with a rush. For the first moment I felt too angry to think; I had not credited even his presumption with anything like this.
His interference in the Patterson-Pratt business was bad enough, but he might have realized that this was a personal matter. He was calmly proposing to turn this horrible tragedy into a story for the Sunday papers--and that to a member of the murdered man"s own family. Hot with indignation, I tore the telegram into shreds and stalked into the house.
I paced up and down the hall for fifteen minutes, planning what I should say to him when he arrived; and then, as I calmed down, I commenced to see the thing in its true light.
The whole account of the crime to the minutest detail, had already appeared in every newspaper in the country, together with the most outrageous stories of Radnor"s past career. At least nothing could be worse than what had already been said. And after all, was not the truth--any truth--better than these vague suspicions, this terrible suspense? Terry could find the truth if any man on earth could do it. He had, I knew, unraveled other tangles as mysterious as this. He was used to this sort of work, and bringing to the matter a fresh mind, would see light where it was only darkness to me. I had been under such a terrific strain for so long and had borne so much responsibility, that the very thought of having someone with whom I could share it gave me new strength. My feeling toward him veered suddenly from indignation to grat.i.tude. His irrepressible confidence in himself inspired me with a like confidence, and I wondered what I had been thinking of that I had not sent for him at once. To my jaded mind his promised arrival appeared better than a clue--it was almost equal to a solution.
CHAPTER XVI
TERRY COMES
The moment I caught sight of Terry as he swung off the train I felt involuntarily that my troubles were near their end. His sharp, eager face with its firm jaw and quick eye inspired one with the feeling that he could find the bottom of any mystery. It was with a deep breath of relief that I held out my hand.
"h.e.l.lo, old man! How are you?" he exclaimed with a smile of cordiality as he grasped it. And then recalling the gravity of the situation, he with some difficulty pulled a sober face. "I"m sorry that we meet again under such sad circ.u.mstances," he added perfunctorily. "I suppose you think I"ve meddled enough in your affairs already; and on my word, I intended to stay out of this. But of course I"ve been watching it in the papers; partly because it was interesting and partly because I knew you. It struck me yesterday afternoon as I was thinking things over that you weren"t making much headway and might like a little help; so I induced the Post-Dispatch to send down their best man. I hope I shall get at the truth." He paused a moment and looked at me sharply. "Do you want me to stay? I will go back if you"d rather have me."
I was instantly ashamed of my distrust of the afternoon. Whatever might be Terry"s failings, I could not doubt, as I looked into his face, that his Irish heart was in the right place.
"I am not afraid of the truth," I returned steadily. "If you can discover it, for Heaven"s sake do so!"
"That"s what I"m paid for," said Terry. "The Post-Dispatch doesn"t deal in fiction any more than it can help."
As we climbed into the carriage he added briskly, "It"s a horrible affair! The details as I have them from the papers are not full enough, but you can tell them to me as we drive along."
I should have laughed had I been feeling less anxious. His greeting was so entirely characteristic in the way he shuffled through the necessary condolences and jumped, with such evident relish, to the gruesome details.
As I gathered up the reins and backed away from the hitching-post, Terry broke out with:
"Here, hold on a minute. Where are you going?"
"Back to Four-Pools," I said in some surprise. "I thought you"d want to unpack your things and get settled."
"Haven"t much time to get settled," he laughed. "I have an engagement in New York the day after to-morrow. How about the cave? Is it too late to visit it now?"
"Well," I said dubiously, "it"s ten miles across the mountains and pretty heavy roads. It would be dark before we got there."
"As far as that goes, we could visit the cave at night as well as in the daytime. But I want to examine the neighborhood and interview some of the people; so I suppose," he added with an impatient sigh, "we"ll have to wait till morning. And now, where"s this young g.a.y.l.o.r.d?"
"He"s in the Kennisburg jail."
"And where"s that?"
"About three miles from here and six miles from the plantation."
"Ah--suppose we pay him a visit first. There are one or two points concerning his whereabouts on the night of the robbery and his actions on the day of the murder that I should like to have him clear up."
I smiled slightly as I turned the horses" heads toward Kennisburg.
Radnor in his present uncommunicative frame of mind was not likely to afford Terry much satisfaction.
"There isn"t any time to waste," he added as we drove along. "Just let me have your account of everything that happened, beginning with the first appearance of the ghost."
I briefly sketched the situation at Four-Pools as I had found it on my arrival, and the events preceding the robbery and the murder. Terry interrupted me once or twice with questions. He was particularly interested in the three-cornered situation concerning Radnor, Polly Mathers, and Jim Mattison, and I was as brief as possible in my replies; I did not care to make Polly the heroine of a Sunday feature article. He was also persistent in regard to Jefferson"s past. I told him all I knew, added the story of my own suspicions, and ended by producing the telegram proving his alibi.
"H"m!" said Terry folding it thoughtfully and putting it in his pocket.
"It had occurred to me too that Jeff might be our man--this puts an end to the theory that he personally committed the murder. There are some very peculiar points about this case," he added. "As a matter of fact, I don"t believe that Radnor g.a.y.l.o.r.d is any more guilty of the crime than I am--or I shouldn"t have come. But it won"t do for me to jump at conclusions until I get more data. I suppose you realize what is the peculiarly significant point about the murder?"
"You mean Mose"s disappearance?"
"Well, no. I didn"t have that in mind. That"s significant enough to be sure, but nothing but what you would naturally expect. The crime was committed, if your data is straight, either by him or in his presence, and of course he disappears. You could scarcely have expected to find him sitting there waiting for you, in either case."
"You mean Radnor"s behavior on the day of the murder and his refusal to explain it?" I asked uneasily.
"No," Terry laughed. "That may be significant and it may not--I strongly suspect that it is not. What I mean, is the peculiar place in which the crime was committed. No person on earth could have foreseen that Colonel g.a.y.l.o.r.d would go alone into that cave. There is an accidental element about the murder. It must have been committed on the spur of the moment by someone who had not premeditated it--at least at that time. This is the point we must keep in mind."
He sat for a few moments staring at the dashboard with a puzzled frown.
"Broadly speaking," he said slowly, "I have found that you can place the motive of every wilful murder under one of three heads--avarice, fear or revenge. Suppose we consider the first. Could avarice have been the motive for Colonel g.a.y.l.o.r.d"s murder? The body had not been robbed, you tell me?"
"No, we found a gold watch and considerable money in the pockets."
"Then, you see, if the motive were avarice, it could not have been immediate gain. That throws out the possibility that the murderer was some unknown thief who merely took advantage of a chance opportunity. If we are to conceive of avarice as the motive, the crime must have been committed by some person who would benefit more remotely by the Colonel"s death. Did anyone owe him money that you know of?"
"There is no record of anything of the sort and he was a careful business man. I do not think he would have loaned money without making some memorandum of it. He held several mortgages but they, of course, revert to his heirs."
"I understood that Radnor was the only heir."
"He is, practically. There are a few minor bequests to the servants and to some old friends."
"Did the servants know that anything was to go to them?"
"No, I don"t think they did."
"And this Cat-Eye Mose, did he receive a share?"
"Yes, larger than any of the others."
"It seems that Colonel g.a.y.l.o.r.d, at least, had confidence in him. And how about the other son? Did he know that he was to be disinherited?"
"I think that the Colonel made it plain at the time they parted."
Terry shook his head and frowned.
"This disinheriting business is bad. I don"t like it and I never shall.
It stirs up more ill-feeling than anything I know of. Jeff seems to have proved an alibi, however, and we will dismiss him for the present."
"Rad has always sympathized with Jeff," I said.