A quarter of an hour later, on the upper floor of the club-house at the Gentlemen"s Driving Park, four men burst in upon a fifth, a huge figure in brown duck, crouching in a corner like a wild beast at bay. A bottle and a tumbler stood on the table under the hanging lamp; and with the crash of breaking gla.s.s which followed the mad-bull rush of the duck-clothed giant, the reek of French brandy filled the room.
"Hold him still, if you can, and pull up that sleeve." It was Macquoid who spoke, and the three apparitors, breathing hard, sat upon the prostrate man and bared his arm for the physician. When the apomorphia began to do its work there was a struggle of another sort, out of which emerged a pallid and somewhat stricken reincarnation of the governor.
"Falkland is waiting at the hotel, and he and MacFarlane can"t get together," said Hawk, tersely, when the patient was fit to listen.
"Otherwise we shouldn"t have disturbed you. It"s all day with the scheme if you can"t show up."
The governor groaned and pa.s.sed his hand over his eyes.
"Get me into my clothes--Johnson has the grip--and give me all the time you can," was the sullen rejoinder; and in due course the Honorable Jasper G. Bucks, clothed upon and in his right mind, was enabled to keep his appointment with the New York attorney at the Mid-Continent Hotel.
But first came the whipping-in of MacFarlane. Bucks went alone to the judge"s room on the floor above the parlor suite. It was now near midnight, but MacFarlane had not gone to bed. He was a spare man, with thin hair graying rapidly at the temples and a care-worn face; the face of a man whose tasks or responsibilities, or both, have overmatched him. He was walking the floor with his head down and his hands--thin, nerveless hands they were--tightly locked behind him, when the governor entered.
For a large man the Honorable Jasper was usually able to handle his weight admirably; but now he clung to the door-k.n.o.b until he could launch himself at a chair and be sure of hitting it.
"What"s this Hawk"s telling me about you, MacFarlane?" he demanded, frowning portentously.
"I don"t know what he has told you. But it is too flagrant, Bucks; I can"t do it, and that"s all there is about it." The protest was feebly fierce, and there was the snarl of a baited animal in the tone.
"It"s too late to make difficulties now," was the harsh reply. "You"ve got to do it."
"I tell you I can not, and I will not!"
"A late attack of conscience, eh?" sneered the governor, who was sobering rapidly now. "Let me ask a question or two. How much was that security debt your son-in-law let you in for?"
"It was ten thousand dollars. It is an honest debt, and I shall pay it."
"But not out of the salary of a circuit judge," Bucks interposed. "Nor yet out of the fees you make your clerks divide with you. And that isn"t all.
Have you forgotten the gerrymander business? How would you like to see the true inwardness of that in the newspapers?"
The judge shrank as if the huge gesturing hand had struck him.
"You wouldn"t dare," he began. "You were in that, too, deeper than----"
Again the governor interrupted him.
"Cut it out," he commanded. "I can reward, and I can punish. You are not going to do anything technically illegal; but, by the G.o.ds, you are going to walk the line laid down for you. If you don"t, I shall give the doc.u.ments in the gerrymander affair to the papers the day after you fail.
Now we"ll go and see Falkland."
MacFarlane made one last protest.
"For G.o.d"s sake, Bucks! spare me that. It is nothing less than the foulest collusion between the judge, the counsel for the plaintiff--and the devil!"
"Cut that out, too, and come along," said the governor, brutally; and by the steadying help of the chair, the door-post and the wall of the corridor, he led the way to the parlor suite on the floor below.
The conference in Falkland"s rooms was chiefly a monologue with the sharp-spoken New York lawyer in the speaking part. When it was concluded the judge took his leave abruptly, pleading the lateness of the hour and his duties for the morrow. When he was gone the New Yorker began again.
"You won"t want to be known in this, I take it," he said, nodding at the governor. "Mr. Hawk here will answer well enough for the legal part, but how about the business end of it. Have you got a man you can trust?"
The governor"s yellow eyebrows met in a meaning scowl.
"I"ve got a man I can hang, which is more to the purpose. It"s Major Jim Guilford. He lives here; want to meet him?"
"G.o.d forbid!" said Falkland, fervently. He rose and whipped himself into his overcoat, turning to Hawk: "Have your young man get me a carriage, and see to it that my special is ready to pull east when I give the word, will you?"
Hawk went obediently, and the New Yorker had his final word with the governor alone.
"I think we understand each other perfectly," he said. "You are to have the patronage: we are to pay for all actual betterments for which vouchers can be shown at the close of the deal. All we ask is that the stock be depressed to the point agreed upon within the half-year."
"It"s going to be done," said the governor, trying as he could to keep the eye-image of his fellow conspirator from multiplying itself by two.
"All right. Now as to the court affair. If it is managed exactly as I have outlined, there will be no trouble--and no recourse for the other fellows.
When I say that, I"m leaving out your Supreme Court. Under certain conditions, if the defendant"s hardship could be definitely shown, a writ of _certiorari_ and _supersedeas_ might issue. How about that?"
The governor closed one eye slowly, the better to check the troublesome multiplying process.
"The Supreme Court won"t move in the matter. The ostensible reason will be that the court is now two years behind its docket."
"And the real reason?"
"Of the three justices, one of them was elected on our ticket; another is a personal friend of Judge MacFarlane. The goods will be delivered."
"That"s all, then; all but one word. Your judge is a weak brother.
Notwithstanding all the pains I took to show him that his action would be technically una.s.sailable, he was ready to fly the track at any moment.
Have you got him safe?"
Bucks held up one huge hand with the thumb and forefinger tightly pressed together.
"I"ve got him right there," he said. "If you and Hawk have got your papers in good shape, the thing will go through like a hog under a barbed-wire fence."
IX
THE SHOCKING OF HUNNICOTT
It was two weeks after the date of the governor"s fishing trip, and by consequence Judge MacFarlane"s court had been the even fortnight in session in Gaston, when Kent"s attention was recalled to the forgotten Varnum case by another letter from the local attorney, Hunnicott.
"Varnum _vs_. Western Pacific comes up Friday of this week, and they are going to press for trial this time, and no mistake," wrote the local representative. "Hawk has been chasing around getting affidavits; for what purpose I don"t know, though Lesher tells me that one of them was sworn by Houligan, the sub-contractor who tried to fight the engineer"s estimates on the Jump Creek work.
"Also, there is a story going the rounds that the suit is to be made a blind for bigger game, though I guess this is all gossip, based on the fact that Mr. Semple Falkland"s private car stopped over here two weeks ago, from three o"clock in the afternoon till midnight of the same day.
Jason, of the _Clarion_, interviewed the New Yorker, and Falkland told him he had stopped over to look up the securities on a mortgage held by one of his New York clients."
Kent read this unofficial letter thoughtfully, and later on took it in to the general manager.
"Just to show you the kind of jackal we have to deal with in the smaller towns," he said, by way of explanation. "Here is a case that Stephen Hawk built up out of nothing a year ago. The woman was put off one of our trains because she was trying to travel on a scalper"s ticket. She didn"t care to fight about it; but when I had about persuaded her to compromise for ten dollars and a pa.s.s to her destination, Hawk got hold of her and induced her to sue for five thousand dollars."
"Well?" said Loring.