"Perhaps. The place interests me."
"It"s a lively town."
"Decidedly. And I understand that you"ve played an important part in the making of it," replied Aldous carelessly.
For a flash Rann"s eyes darkened, and his mouth hardened, then his white teeth gleamed again. He had caught the insinuation, and he had scarcely been able to ward off the shot.
"I"ve tried to do my small share," he admitted. "If you"re after local colour for your books, Aldous, I possibly may be able to a.s.sist you--if you"re in town long."
"Undoubtedly you could," said Aldous. "I think you could tell me a great deal that I would like to know, Rann. But--will you?"
There was a direct challenge in his coldly smiling eyes.
"Yes, I think I shall be quite pleased to do so," said Rann.
"Especially--if you are long in town." There was an odd emphasis on those last words.
He moved toward the door.
"And if you are here very long," he added, his eyes gleaming significantly, "it is possible you may have experiences of your own which would make very interesting reading if they ever got into print. Good-night, Aldous!"
For two or three minutes after Rann had gone Aldous loitered in the tobacco shop. Then he went out. All at once it struck him that he should have kept his eyes on Quade"s partner. He should have followed him. With the hope of seeing him again he walked up and down the street. It was eleven o"clock when he went into Big Ben"s pool-room. Five minutes later he came out just as a woman hurried past him, carrying with her a strong scent of perfume.
It was the Lady of the Bear. She was in a street dress now, her glossy curls still falling loose about her--probably homeward bound after her night"s harvest. It struck Aldous that the hour was early for her retirement, and that she seemed somewhat in a hurry.
The woman was going in the direction of Rann"s big log bungalow, which was built well out of town toward the river. She had not seen him as he stood in the pool-room doorway, and before she had pa.s.sed out of sight he was following her. There were a dozen branch trails and "streets" on the way to Rann"s, and into the gloom of some one of these the woman disappeared, so that Aldous lost her entirely. He was not disappointed when he found she had left the main trail.
Five minutes later he stood close to Rann"s house. From the side on which he had approached it was dark. No gleam of light showed through the windows. Slowly he walked around the building, and stopped suddenly on the opposite side. Here a closely drawn curtain was illuminated by a glow from within. Cautiously Aldous made his way along the log wall of the house until he came to the window. At one side the curtain had caught against some object, leaving perhaps a quarter of an inch of s.p.a.ce through which the light shone. Aldous brought his eyes on a level with this s.p.a.ce.
A half of the room came within his vision. Directly in front of him, lighted by a curiously shaped iron lamp suspended from the ceiling, was a dull red mahogany desk-table. At one side of this, partly facing him, was Culver Rann. Opposite him sat Quade.
Rann was speaking, while Quade, with his bullish shoulders hunched forward and his fleshy red neck, rolling over the collar of his coat, leaned across the table in a tense and listening att.i.tude. With his eyes glued to the aperture, Aldous strained his ears to catch what Rann was saying. He heard only the low and unintelligible monotone of his voice. A mocking smile was accompanying Rann"s words. To-night, as at all times, this hawk who preyed upon human lives was immaculate. In all ways but one he was the ant.i.thesis of the beefy scoundrel who sat opposite him. On the hand that toyed carelessly with the fob of his watch flashed a diamond; another sparkled in his cravat. His dark hair was sleek and well brushed; his bristly little moustache was clipped in the latest fashion. He was not large. His hands, as he made a gesture toward Quade, were of womanish whiteness. Casually, on the street or in a Pullman, Aldous would have taken him for a gentleman.
Now, as he stared through the narrow slit between the bottom of the curtain and the sill, he knew that he was looking upon one of the most dangerous men in all the West. Quade was a villain. Culver Rann, quiet and cool and suave, was a devil. Behind his depravity worked the brain which Quade lacked, and a nerve which, in spite of that almost effeminate immaculateness, had been described to Aldous as colossal.
Suddenly Quade turned, and Aldous saw that he was flushed and excited. He struck the desk a blow with his fist. Culver Rann leaned back and smiled.
And John Aldous slipped away from the window.
His nerves were quivering; in the darkness he unb.u.t.toned the pocket that held his automatic. Through the window he had seen an open door behind Rann, and his blood thrilled with the idea that had come to him. He was sure the two partners in crime were discussing himself and MacDonald--and Joanne. To hear what they were saying, to discover their plot, would be three quarters of the fight won, if it came to a fight. The open door was an inspiration.
Swiftly and silently he went to the rear of the house. He tried the door and found it unlocked. Softly he opened it, swinging it inward an inch at a time, and scarcely breathing as he entered. It was dark, and there was a second closed door ahead of him. From beyond that he heard voices. He closed the outer door so that he would not be betrayed by a current of air or a sound from out of the night. Then, even more cautiously and slowly, he began to open the second door.
An inch at first, then two inches, three inches--a foot--he worked the door inward. There was no light in this second room, and he lay close to the floor, head and shoulders thrust well in. Through the third and open door he saw Quade and Culver Rann. Rann was laughing softly as he lighted a fresh cigar. His voice was quiet and good humoured, but filled with a banter which it was evident Quade was not appreciating.
"You amaze me," Rann was saying. "You amaze me utterly. You"ve gone mad--mad as a rock-rabbit, Quade! Do you mean to tell me you"re on the square when you offer to turn over a half of your share in the gold if I help you to get this woman?"
"I do," replied Quade thickly. "I mean just that! And we"ll put it down in black an" white--here, now. You fix the papers, same as any other deal, and I"ll sign!"
For a moment Culver Rann did not reply. He leaned back in his chair, thrust the thumbs of his white hands in his vest, and sent a cloud of smoke above his head. Then he looked at Quade, a gleam of humour in his eyes.
"Nothing like a woman for turning a man"s head soft," he chuckled. "Nothing in the world like it, "pon my word, Quade. First it was DeBar. I don"t believe we"d got him if he hadn"t seen Marie riding her bear. Marie and her curls and her silk tights, Quade--s"elp me, it wouldn"t have surprised me so much if you"d fallen in love with _her!_ And over this other woman you"re as mad as Joe is over Marie. At first sight he was ready to sell his soul for her. So--I gave Marie to him. And now, for some other woman, you"re just as anxious to surrender a half of your share of what we"ve bought through Marie. Good heaven, man, if you were in love with Marie----"
"d.a.m.n Marie!" growled Quade. "I know the time when you were bugs over her yourself, Rann. It wasn"t so long ago. If I"d looked at her then----"
"Of course, not then," interrupted Rann smilingly. "That would have been impolite, Quade, and not at all in agreement with the spirit of our brotherly partnership. And, you must admit, Marie is a devilish good-looking girl. I"ve surrendered her only for a brief spell to DeBar.
After he has taken us to the gold--why, the poor idiot will probably have been sufficiently happy to----"
He paused, with a suggestive shrug of his shoulders.
"--go into cold storage," finished Quade.
"Exactly."
Again Quade leaned over the table, and for a moment there was silence, a silence in which Aldous thought the pounding of his heart must betray him.
He lay motionless on the floor. The nails of his fingers dug into the bare wood. Under the palm of his right hand lay his automatic.
Then Quade spoke. There must have been more in his face than was spoken in his words, for Culver Rann took the cigar from between his lips, and a light that was deadly serious slowly filled his eyes.
"Rann, we"ll talk business!" Quade"s voice was harsh, deep, and quivering.
"I want this woman. I may be a fool, but I"m going to have her. I might get her alone, but we"ve always done things together--an" so I made you that proposition. It ain"t a hard job. It"s one of the easiest jobs we ever had.
Only that fool of a writer is in the way--an" he"s got to go anyway. We"ve got to get rid of him on account of the gold, him an" MacDonald. We"ve got that planned. An" I"ve showed you how we can get the woman, an" no one ever know. Are you in on this with me?"
Culver Rann"s reply was as quick and sharp as a pistol shot.
"I am."
For another moment there was silence. Then Quade asked:
"Any need of writin", Culver?"
"No. There can"t be a written agreement in this deal because--it"s dangerous. There won"t be much said about old MacDonald. But questions, a good many of them, will be asked about this man Aldous. As for the woman----" Rann shrugged his shoulders with a sinister smile. "She will disappear like the others," he finished. "No one will ever get on to that.
If she doesn"t make a pal like Marie--after a time, why----"
Again Aldous saw that peculiar shrug of his shoulders.
Quade"s head nodded on his thick neck.
"Of course, I agree to that," he said. "After a time. But most of "em have come over, ain"t they, Culver? Eh? Most of "em have," he chuckled coa.r.s.ely.
"When you see her you won"t call me a fool for going dippy over her, Culver. And she"ll come round all right after she"s gone through what we"ve got planned for her. I"ll make a pal of her!"
In that moment, as he listened to the gloating pa.s.sion and triumph in Quade"s brutal voice, something broke in the brain of John Aldous. It filled him with a fire that in an instant had devoured every thought or plan he had made, and in this madness he was consumed by a single desire--the desire to kill. And yet, as this conflagration surged through him, it did not blind or excite him. It did not make him leap forth in animal rage. It was something more terrible. He rose so quietly that the others did not see or hear him in the dark outer room. They did not hear the slight metallic click of the safety on his pistol.
For the s.p.a.ce of a breath he stood and looked at them. He no longer sensed the words Quade was uttering. He was going in coolly and calmly to kill them. There was something disagreeable in the flashing thought that he might kill them from where he stood. He would not fire from the dark. He wanted to experience the exquisite sensation of that one first moment when they would writhe back from him, and see in him the presence of death. He would give them that one moment of life--just that one. Then he would kill.
With his pistol ready in his hand he stepped out into the lighted room.
"Good evening, gentlemen!" he said.