"Mose!" The Colonel laughed shortly. "He"s like all the rest of the n.i.g.g.e.rs. He doesn"t know what he saw--No sir! I"ve had enough of this ha"nt business; it"s one thing when he spirits chickens from the oven, it"s another when he takes to spiriting securities from the safe. I shall telegraph to Washington for a first cla.s.s detective."
"If you take my advice," said Rad, "you"ll not do that. A detective"s not much good outside the covers of a book. He"ll stir up a lot of notoriety and present a bill; and you"ll be no wiser than you were before."
"Whoever stole those bonds will be marketing them within a few days; the interest falls due the first of May. I am not so rich that I can let five thousand dollars go without a move to get it back. I shall telegraph today for a detective."
"Just as you please," said Radnor with a shrug, and he turned toward the door that opened on the gallery. Mose was visible at the end evidently recounting to an excited audience his experiences of the night. Rad beckoned to him and the two turned together across the lawn toward the laurel walk.
It was an hour or so later that Rad presented himself at my door. His colloquy with Mose had increased rather than lessened the mystified look on his face. He waited for no preliminaries this time, but plunged immediately into the matter that was on his mind.
"Arnold, for heaven"s sake, stop my father from getting a detective down here. I don"t dare say anything, for my opposition will only make him do it the more. But you have some influence with him; tell him you"re a lawyer, and will take charge of it yourself."
"Why don"t you want a detective?" I asked.
"Good Lord, hasn"t our family had notoriety enough? Here"s Nan eloping with the overseer, and Jeff the scandal of the county for five years. I can"t turn around but some malicious interpretation is put on it, and now that the family ghost has taken to cracking safes gossip will never stop. Get a detective down here who goes nosing about the neighborhood in search of information and there"s no telling where the thing will end. Those bonds can"t be far. Aren"t we more likely to get at the truth, if we lie low and don"t let on we"re after the thief?"
"Radnor," I said, "will you tell me the absolute truth? Have you any suspicion as to who took those securities? Do you know any facts which might lead to the apprehension of the thief?"
He remained silent a moment, then he parried my question with another.
"What time did all that row occur in the night?"
"I don"t know; I didn"t think to look, but I should say it was somewhere in the neighborhood of three o"clock. I didn"t go to sleep again, and it was about half an hour later that you drove in."
"You heard me?"
"I heard you go and I heard you come; but I did not mention that fact to the Colonel."
Rad laughed shortly.
"I can at least prove an alibi," he said. "You can swear that I was not Mose"s devil."
He remained silent a moment with his elbows on his knees and his chin in his hands studying the floor; then he raised his eyes to mine with a puzzled shake of the head.
"No, Arnold, I haven"t the slightest suspicion as to who took those securities. I can"t make it out. The robbery must have occurred while I was away. Of course the deeds and insurance policies and coin may have been taken as a blind; but it"s queer. The money was in five and ten cent pieces and pennies--we always keep a lot of change on hand to pay the piece-workers during planting season. There was nearly a quart of it altogether and it must have weighed a ton. I can"t imagine anyone stealing Government four-per-cents and pennies at the same haul."
"Did you get any light from Mose?" I asked.
"No, I can"t make head nor tail out of his story. He isn"t given to seeing visions, and as you know, he isn"t afraid of the dark. He saw something that scared him; but what it was, I"ll be darned if I know!"
"Then why not get a detective down and see if he can"t find out?"
Radnor lowered his eyes a moment, then raised them frankly to mine.
"Oh, hang it, Arnold; I"m in the deuce of a hole! There"s something else that I don"t want found out. It"s absolutely unconnected with the robbery, but you bring a detective down here and he"s certain to stumble on that instead of the other. I"d tell you if I could, but really I can"t just now. It"s nothing I"m to blame for--my conduct lately has been immaculate. You get my father to abandon this detective plan, and we"ll buckle down together and root out the truth about the robbery."
"Well," I promised, "I"ll see what I can do; but as the Colonel says, five thousand dollars is a good deal of money to let slip through your hands without making an effort to get it back. You and I will have to finish the business if we undertake it."
"We will!" he a.s.sured me. "We can certainly get at the truth better than an outsider who doesn"t know any of the facts. You switch off the old gentleman from putting it in the hands of the police and everything will come out right."
He went off actually whistling again. Whatever had been troubling him for the past two weeks had been sloughed off during the night, and all that remained now was the danger of detection; with this removed he was his old careless self. The loss of the securities was apparently not bothering him. Radnor always did exhibit a lordly disregard in money matters.
I lost no time in taking my errand to the Colonel, but I could discover him in none of the down stairs rooms nor anywhere else about the place.
It occurred to me, after half an hour of searching, to see if his horse were in the stable; as I had surmised it was not. He had ordered it saddled immediately after breakfast and had ridden off in the direction of the village, one of the stablemen informed me. I had my own horse saddled, and ten minutes later was riding after him. It surprised me that he should have acted so quickly; the Colonel was usually rather given to procrastination, while Rad was the one who acted. His promptness proved that he was angry.
Four-Pools is about two miles from the village of Lambert Corners which consists of a single shady square. Two sides of the square are taken up with shops, the other two with the school, a couple of churches, and a dozen or so of dwellings. This composes as much of the town as is visible, the aristocracy being scattered over the outlying plantations, and regarding the "Corners" merely as a source of mail and drinks. Three miles farther down the pike lies Kennisburg, the county seat, which answers the varied purposes of a metropolis.
I reined in before "Miller"s place," a s.p.a.cious structure comprising a general store on the right, the post and telegraph office on the left, and in the rear a commodious room where a white man may quench his thirst. A negro must pa.s.s on to "Jake"s place," two doors below. A number of horses were tied to the iron railing in front and among them I recognized Red Pepper. I found the Colonel in the back room, a gla.s.s of mint julep at his elbow, an interested audience before him. He was engaged in recounting the story of the missing bonds, and it was too late for me to interrupt. He referred in the most casual manner to the hundred dollars his son had taken from the safe the night before, a fortunate circ.u.mstance, he added, or that too would have been stolen.
There was not the slightest suggestion in his tone that he and his son had had any words over this same hundred dollars. The g.a.y.l.o.r.d pride could be depended on for hiding from the world what the world had no business in knowing.
The telegram to the detective agency, I found, had already been dispatched, and the Colonel was awaiting his answer. It came in a few moments and was delivered by word of mouth, the clerk seeing no reason why he should put himself to the trouble of writing it out.
"They say they"ll put one o" their best men on the case, Colonel, an"
he"ll get to the Junction at five-forty tonight."
The Colonel and I rode home together, he in a more placable frame of mind. Though I dare say he disliked as much as ever the idea of losing his bonds, still the eclat of a robbery, of a magnitude that demanded a detective, was something of a palliative. It was not everyone of his listeners who had five thousand dollars in bonds to lose. I knew that it would be useless to try to head off the detective now, and I wisely kept silent. My mind was by no means at rest however; for an unknown reason I did not want a detective any more than Radnor. I had the intangible feeling that there was something in the air which might better not be discovered.
CHAPTER VII
WE SEND HIM BACK AGAIN
The detective came. He was an inoffensive young man, and he set to work to unravel the mystery of the ha"nt with visible delight at the unusual nature of the job. Radnor received him in a spirit of almost anxious hospitality. A horse was given him to ride, guns and fishing tackle were placed at his disposal, a box of the Colonel"s best cigars stood on the table of his room, and Solomon at his elbow presented a succession of ever freshly mixed mint juleps. I think that he was dazed and a trifle suspicious at these unexpected attentions; he was not used to the largeness of Southern hospitality. However, he set to work with an admirable zeal.
He interviewed the servants and farm-hands, and the information he received in regard to things supernatural would have filled three volumes; he was staggered by the amount of evidence at hand rather than the scarcity. He examined the safe and the library window with a microscope, crawled about the laurel walk on his hands and knees, sent off telegrams and gossiped with the loungers at "Miller"s place." He interviewed the Colonel and Radnor, cross-examined me, and wrote down always copious notes. The young man"s manner was preeminently professional.
Finally one evening--it was four days after his arrival--he joined me as I was strolling in the garden smoking an after dinner pipe.
"May I have just a word with you, Mr. Crosby?" he asked.
"I am at your service, Mr. Clancy," said I.
His manner was gravely portentous and prepared me for the statement that was coming.
"I have spotted my man," he said. "I know who stole the securities; but I am afraid that the information will not be welcome. Under the circ.u.mstances it seemed wisest to make my report to you rather than to Colonel g.a.y.l.o.r.d, and we can decide between us what is best to do."
"What do you mean?" I demanded. In spite of my effort at composure, there was anxiety in my tone.
"The thief is Radnor g.a.y.l.o.r.d."
I laughed.
"That is absolutely untenable. Rad is incapable of such an act in the first place, and in the second, he was not in the house when the robbery occurred."
"Ah! Then you know that? And where was he, pray?"
"That," said I, "is his own affair; if he did not tell you, it is because it is not connected with the case."