"Barbara Wallace, I was your father"s friend. I"m yours--if you"ll let me be. I can"t stand by while you entangle yourself with a criminal like Worth Gilbert. For your sake, if for no other reason, I would be determined to show him up as what he is: a thief--and his father"s murderer."

Silence in the room, except the irregular snoring of Bowman, a rustle and a deeply taken breath now and again where Mrs. Bowman sat, her head bent, quietly weeping. On this, Barbara who spoke out clearly,

"Those were the last words you will ever say to me, Mr. c.u.mmings, unless you should some time be man enough to take back your aspersions and apologize for them."

He gave ground instantly. I had not thought that dry voice of his could contain what now came into it.

"Barbara, I didn"t mean--you don"t understand--"

But without turning her head, she spoke to me: "Mr. Boyne, will you take Laura and me home?" gathering up Mrs. Bowman"s hat and veil, shaking the latter out, getting her charge ready as a mother might a child. "She"s not going back to him--ever again." Her glance pa.s.sed over the sleeping lump of a man in his chair. "Sarah"ll make a place for her at our house to-night."

"See here," c.u.mmings got between us and the door. "I can"t let you go like this. I feel--"

"Mr. d.y.k.eman," Barbara turned quietly to her employer, "could we pa.s.s out through your room?"

"Certainly," the little man was brisk to make a way for us. "I want you to know, Miss Wallace, that I, too, feel--I, too, feel--"

I don"t know what it was that d.y.k.eman felt, but c.u.mmings felt my rude elbow in his chest as I pushed him unceremoniously aside, and opened the door he had blocked, remarking,

"We go out as we came in. This way, Barbara."

It was as I parted with the two of them at the Capehart gate that I drew out and handed Mrs. Bowman a small piece of dull blue silk, a round hole in it, such as a bullet or a cigarette might have made, with,

"I guess you"ll just have to forgive me that."

"I don"t need to forgive it," her gaze swam. "I saw your mistake. But it was for Worth you were fighting even then; he"s been so dear to me always--I"d have to love any one for anything they did for his sake."

CHAPTER XXVII

THE BLOSSOM FESTIVAL

Two hours sleep, bath, breakfast, and I started on my early morning run for the county seat. n.o.body else was going my way; but even at that hour, the road was full of autos, buggies, farm wagons, pretty much everything that could run on wheels, headed for the festival, all trimmed and streaming with the blossoming branches of their orchards.

These were the country folks, coming in early to make a big day of it; orchardists; ranchers from the cattle lands in the south end of the county; truck and vegetable farmers; flower-seed gardeners; the j.a.ps and Chinese from their little, closely cultivated patches; this tide streamed past me on my left hand, as I made my way to Worth and the jailer"s office, trying with every mile I put behind me, to bolster my courage. Why wasn"t this shift of the enemy a blessing in disguise? Let their setting of the hour for the murder stick, and wouldn"t Worth"s alibi be better than any we should have been able to dig up for him before midnight?

From time to time I was troubled by recollection of Barbara"s crushed look from the moment they sprung it on us, but brushed that aside with the obvious explanation that her efforts in bringing Mrs. Bowman to speak out had just been of no use; surely enough to depress her.

Worth met me, fit, quiet, not over eager about anything. They let us talk with a guard outside the door. Once alone, he listened appreciatively while I told him of our interview with c.u.mmings and d.y.k.eman as fast as I could pile the words out.

"n.o.body on earth like Bobs," was his sole comment. "Never was, never will be."

"And now," I reminded him nervously, "there"s the question of this alibi. You went straight from the restaurant to your room at the Palace and to bed there?"

"No-o," he said slowly. "No, I didn"t."

"Well--well," I broke in. "If you stopped on the way, you can remember where. The people you spoke to will be as good as the clerks and bell-hops at the Palace for your alibi." He sat silent, thoughtful, and I added, "Where did you go from Tait"s, Worth?"

"To a garage--in the Tenderloin--where they keep good cars. I"d hired machines from them before."

"Oh, they knew you there? Then their testimony will--"

"I don"t believe you want it, Jerry. It only accounts for the half hour--or less--right after I left you; all I did was to hire a car."

"A car," I echoed vaguely. "What kind of a car? Hired it for when?"

"I asked them for the fastest thing they had in the shop. Told "em to fill it all round, and see that it was tuned up to the last notch. I wanted speed."

"My G.o.d, Worth! Do you know what you"re telling me?"

"The truth, Jerry." His eye met mine unflinchingly. "That"s what you want, isn"t it?"

"Where did you go?" I groaned. "You must have seen somebody who could identify or remember you?"

"Not a solitary human being to identify me. Those I pa.s.sed--there were people out of course, late as it was--saw my headlights as I went by.

But I was moving fast, Jerry. I was working off a grouch; I needed speed."

"Where did you go?"

"Straight down the peninsula on the main highway to Palo Alto, made the sweep across to the sea, and then up the coast road. I ran into the garage about dawn."

"No stops anywhere?"

He shook his head.

"And that"s your alibi?"

"That"s my alibi." Worth looked at me a long while before he said finally,

"Don"t you see, Jerry, that the other side had all this before they encouraged Bowman to change his mind about when father was shot?"

I did see it--ought to have known from the first. This was what they had back of them last night in c.u.mmings" room; this explained the lawyer"s smug self-confidence, d.y.k.eman"s violent certainty that Worth was a criminal. A realization of this had whitened Barbara"s face, set her lips in that pitiful, straight line. As to their momentary chagrin over Bowman; no trouble to them to get other physicians to bolster any opinion he"d given. Medical testimony on such a point is notoriously uncertain. All the jury would want to know was that there could be such a possibility. I sat there with bent head, and felt myself going to pieces. c.u.mmings was right--I was no fit man to handle this job. My personal feelings were too deeply involved. It was Worth"s voice that recalled me.

"Cheer up, Jerry, old man. Take it to Bobs."

Take it to Bobs--the idea of a big, husky old police detective running to cast his burden on such shoulders! I couldn"t quite do it then. I went and telephoned the little girl that I was doing the best I could--and then ran circles for the rest of the day, chasing one vain hope after another, and finally, in the late afternoon, sneaked home to Santa Ysobel.

Now I had the road more to myself; only an occasional handsome car, where the wealthy were getting in to the part of the festival they"d care for. In the orchards near town where the big picnic places had been laid out with rough board tables and benches, seats for thousands, there were occasional loud basket lunch parties scattered. All at once I was hungry enough to have gone and asked for a handout.

I went by back streets down to the house to get my mail. There seemed no human reason that I should feel it a treachery to have Worth in jail at San Jose, and be able to walk into his house at Santa Ysobel a free man.

The place was empty; Chung had the day off, of course. It was possible Worth"s cook, even, didn"t know what had happened to his employer. Santa Ysobel had no morning paper. In the confusion of the blossom festival, I ventured to guess that not more than a score of people did as yet know of the arrest. Our end of town was drained, quiet; n.o.body over at the Vandeman bungalow; looking down at the Square as I made my sneak through, I had caught a glimpse of Bronson Vandeman, a great rosette of apricot blossoms on his coat lapel, making his speech of presentation to the cannery girl queen, while his wife, Ina, her fair face shaded doubly by a big flower hat and a blossom covered parasol, listened and looked on.

One of my pieces of mail concerned the Skeels chase. If my men down there had Skeels, and Skeels was Clayte, it would mean everything in handling c.u.mmings and d.y.k.eman. I took out the report and ran hastily through it; a formal statement; day by day stuff:

"_Found Skeels and Dial at Tiajuana. Negotiating to buy saloon and gambling house. Arranged with Jefico for arrest of S. (Expense $20.) Rurales took S. to jail. (Expense, $4.50) I interviewed S., and he said he came here to open a business where he could sell booze. D. was his partner in proposition. S. knew nothing of bank affair. Would waive extradition and come back to stand trial at our expense. Interviewed D. He says combined capital of two is $4500., saved from S"s business and D"s miner"s wages. D. said--_"

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