"And since the murder nothing whatever has been seen of the ha"nt?"
I shook my head.
"Just give me a list of the things that were stolen."
"Well, the roast chicken, a box of cigars, some shirts off the line, a suit of Rad"s pajamas, a French novel, some brandy, quite a lot of things to eat--fresh loaves of bread, preserves, a boiled ham, sugar, coffee--oh, any amount of stuff! The n.i.g.g.e.rs simply helped themselves and laid it to the ha"nt. One of the carriages was left out one night, and in the morning the cushions were gone and two lap robes. At the same time a water pail was taken and a pair of Jake"s overalls. And then to end up came the robbery of the safe."
"The ha"nt had catholic tastes. Any of the things turned up since?"
"Yes, a number of things, such as blankets and clothes and dishes have gradually drifted back."
"The carriage cushions and lap robes--ever find them?"
"Never a trace--and why anyone should want "em, I don"t know!"
"What color were the lap robes?"
"Plain black broadcloth."
Terry got up and paced about a few moments and then came back and sat down.
"One thing is clear," he said, "there are two ha"nts."
"Two ha"nts! What do you mean?"
"Just what I say. Suppose for convenience we call them ha"nt number one, and ha"nt number two. Number one occupied apartments over the grain bin and haunted the laurel walk. He was white--I don"t wonder at that if he spent much time crawling over those flour sacks. He smoked cigars and read French novels; Mose waited on him and Radnor knew about him--and didn"t get much enjoyment out of the knowledge. It took money to get rid of him--a hundred dollars down and the promise of more to come.
Radnor himself drove him off in the carriage the night he left, and Mose obliterated all traces of his presence. So much for number one.
"As for number two, he appeared three or four days before the robbery and haunted pretty much the whole place, especially the region of the spring-hole. In appearance he was nine feet tall, transparent, and black. Smoke came from his mouth and blue flames from his eyes. There was a sulphurous odor about him. He was first seen rising out of the spring-hole, and there is a pa.s.sage in the bottom of the spring-hole that leads straight down to h.e.l.l. Solomon is my authority.
"I asked him how he explained the apparition and he reckoned it was the ghost of the slave who was beaten to death, and that since his old master had come back to haunt the laurel walk, he had come back to haunt his old master. That sounds to me like a plausible explanation. As soon as it"s light I"ll have a look at the spring-hole."
"Terry," I said disgustedly, "that may make a very picturesque newspaper story, but it doesn"t help much in unravelling the mystery."
"It helps a good deal. I would not like to swear to the flames or sulphur or the pa.s.sage down to h.e.l.l, but the fact that he was tall and black and comes from the spring-hole is significant. He was black--mark that--so were the stolen lap robes.
"Now you see how the matter stands on the night of the robbery. While ghost number one was out driving with Radnor, ghost number two entered the house through the open library window, found the safe ajar and helped himself. Let"s consider what he took--five thousand dollars in government bonds, two deeds, an insurance policy, and a quart of small change--a very suggestive lot of loot if you think about it enough.
After the robbery he disappeared, nothing seen of him for five or six days; then he turned up again for a day or so, and finally disappeared forever. So much for ha"nt number two. He"s the party we"re after. He pretty certainly robbed the safe and he possibly committed the murder--as to that I won"t have any proof until I see the cave."
He stretched his arms with a laugh.
"Oh, this isn"t so bad! All we"ve got to do now is to identify those two ghosts."
"I"m glad if you think it"s so easy," I said somewhat sullenly. "But I will tell you one thing, if you go to basing any deductions on Solomon"s stories you"ll find yourself b.u.mping against a stone wall."
"We"ll have Rad over to dinner with us tomorrow night," Terry declared.
He rose and pulled out his watch.
"It"s a quarter before ten. I think it"s time you went to bed. You look about played out. You haven"t been sleeping much of late?"
"No, I can"t say that I have."
"I ought to have come down at once," said Terry, "but I"m always so blamed afraid of hurting people"s feelings."
I stared slightly. I had never considered that one of Terry"s weak points, but as he seemed to be quite in earnest, I let the remark pa.s.s.
"Do you think I could knock up one of the stable-men to drive me to the village? I know it"s pretty late but I"ve got to send a couple of telegrams."
"Telegrams?" I demanded. "Where to?"
Terry laughed.
"Well, I must send a word to the Post-Dispatch to the effect that the Luray mystery grows more mysterious every hour. That the police have been wasting their energies on the wrong scent, but that the Post-Dispatch"s special correspondent has arrived on the scene, and that we may accordingly look for a speedy solution."
"What is the second one?" I asked.
"To your friend, the police commissioner of Seattle."
"You don"t think that Jeff--?"
"My dear fellow, I don"t think, unless I have facts to think about.--Don"t look so nervous; I"m not accusing him of anything. I merely want more details than you got; I"m a newspaper man, remember, and I like local color even in telegrams. And now, go to bed; and for heaven"s sake, go to sleep. The case is in the hands of the Post-Dispatch"s young man, and you needn"t worry any more."
CHAPTER XIX
TERRY FINDS THE BONDS
I was wakened the next morning by Terry clumping into my room dressed in riding breeches and boots freshly spattered with mud.
They were Radnor"s clothes--Terry had taken me at my word and was thoroughly at home.
"h.e.l.lo, old man!" he said, sitting down on the edge of the bed. "Been asleep, haven"t you? Sorry to wake you, but we"ve got a day"s work ahead. Hope you don"t mind my borrowing Radnor"s togs. Didn"t come down prepared for riding. Solomon gave "em to me--seemed to think that Radnor wouldn"t need "em any more. Oh, Solomon and I are great friends!" he added with a laugh, as he suddenly appeared to remember the object of his visit and commenced a search through his pockets.
I sat up in bed and watched him impatiently. It was evident that he had some news, and equally evident that he was going to be as leisurely as possible about imparting it.
"This is a pretty country," he remarked as he finished with his coat pockets and commenced on the waistcoat. "It would be almost worth living in if many little affairs like this occurred to keep things going."
"Really, Terry," I said, "when you refer to my uncle"s murder as a "little affair" I think you"re going too far!"
"Oh, I beg your pardon," he returned good-naturedly, "I guess I am incorrigible. I didn"t know Colonel g.a.y.l.o.r.d personally, you see, and I"m so used to murders that I"ve come to think it"s the only natural way of dying. Anyhow," he added, as he finally produced a yellow envelope, "I"ve got something here that will interest you. It explains why our young friend Radnor didn"t want to talk."
He tossed the envelope on the bed and I eagerly tore out the telegram.
It was from the police commissioner in Seattle and it ran: