"Yes, sir; him and me discussed it together."
The judge regarded Hicks long and intently and in, silence. His magnificent mind was at work. If Betty had been distraught he had not observed any sign of it the previous day. If Ware were better informed as to her true mental state why had he chosen this time to go to Memphis?
"I suppose Mr. Ware asked you to keep an eye on Miss Malroy while he was away from home?" said the judge. Hicks, suspicious of the drift of his questioning, made no answer. "I suppose you told the house servants to keep her under observation?" continued the judge.
"I don"t talk to no n.i.g.g.e.rs," replied Hicks, "except to give "em my orders."
"Well, did you give them that order?"
"No, I didn"t."
The sudden and hurried entrance of big Steve brought the judge"s examination of Mr. Hicks to a standstill.
"Mas"r, you know dat "ar coachman George--the big black fellow dat took you into town las" evenin"? I jes" been down at Shanty Hill whar Milly, his wife, is carryin" on something scandalous "cause George ain"t never come home!" Steve was laboring under intense excitement, but he ignored the presence of the overseer and addressed himself to Sloc.u.m Price.
"Well, what of that?" cried Hicks quickly.
"Thar warn"t no George, mind you, Mas"r, but dar was his team in de stable this mo"ning and lookin" mighty nigh done up with hard driving."
"Yes." interrupted Hicks uneasily; "put a pair of lines in a n.i.g.g.e.r"s hands and he"ll run any team off its legs!"
"An" the kerriage all scratched up from bein" thrashed through the bushes," added Steve.
"There"s a n.i.g.g.e.r for you!" said Hicks. "She took the rascal out of the field, dressed him like he was a gentleman and pampered him up, and now first chance he gets he runs off!"
"Ah!" said the judge softly. "Then you knew this?"
"Of course I knew--wa"n"t it my business to know? I reckon he was off skylarking, and when he"d seen the mess he"d made, the trifling fool took to the woods. Well, he catches it when I lay hands on him!"
"Do you know when and under what circ.u.mstances the team was stabled, Mr.
Hicks?" inquired the judge.
"No, I don"t, but I reckon it must have been along after dark," said Hicks unwillingly. "I seen to the feeding just after sundown like I always do, then I went to supper," Hicks vouchsafed to explain.
"And no one saw or heard the team drive in?"
"Not as I know of," said Hicks.
"Mas"r Ca"ington"s done gone off to get a pack of dawgs--he "lows. .h.i.t"s might" important to find what"s come of George," said Steve.
Hicks started violently at this piece of news.
"I reckon he"ll have to travel a right smart distance to find a pack of dogs," he muttered. "I don"t know of none this side of Colonel Bates"
down below Girard."
The judge was lost in thought. He permitted an interval of silence to elapse in which Hicks" glance slid round in a furtive circle.
"When did Mr. Ware set out for Memphis?" asked the judge at length.
"Early yesterday. He goes there pretty often on business."
"You talked with Mr. Ware before he left?" Hicks nodded. "Did he speak of Miss Malroy?" Hicks shook his head. "Did you see her during the afternoon?"
"No--maybe you think these n.i.g.g.e.rs ain"t enough to keep a man stirring?"
said Hicks uneasily and with a scowl. The judge noticed both the uneasiness and the scowl.
"I should imagine they would absorb every moment of your time, Mr.
Hicks," he agreed affably.
"A man"s got to be a hog for work to hold a job like mine," said Hicks sourly.
"But it came to your notice that Miss Malroy has been in a disturbed mental state ever since Mr. Norton"s murder? I am interested in this point, Mr. Hicks, because your experience is so entirely at variance with my own. It was my privilege to see and speak with her yesterday afternoon; I was profoundly impressed by her naturalness and composure."
The judge smiled, then he leaned forward across the desk. "What were you doing up here early this morning--hasn"t a hog for work like you got any business of his own at that hour?" The judge"s tone was suddenly offensive.
"Look here, what right have you got to try and pump me?" cried Hicks.
For no discernible reason Mr. Cavendish spat on his palms.
"Mr. Hicks," said the judge, urbane and gracious, "I believe in frankness."
"Sure," agreed Hicks, mollified by the judge"s altered tone.
"Therefore I do not hesitate to say that I consider you a d.a.m.ned scoundrel!" concluded the judge.
Mr. Cavendish, accepting the judge"s ultimatum as something which must debar Hicks from all further consideration, and being, as he was, exceedingly active and energetic by nature, if one pa.s.sed over the various forms of gainful industry, uttered a loud whoop and threw himself on the overseer. There was a brief struggle and Hicks went down with the Earl of Lambeth astride of him; then from his boot leg that knightly soul flashed a horn-handled tickler of formidable dimensions.
The judge, Yancy, and Mahaffy, sprang from their chairs. Mr. Mahaffy was plainly shocked at the spectacle of Mr. Cavendish"s lawless violence.
Yancy was disturbed too, but not by the moral aspects of the case; he was doubtful as to just how his friend"s act would appeal to the judge.
He need not have been distressed on that score, since the judge"s one idea was to profit by it. With his hands on his knees he was now bending above the two men.
"What do you want to know, judge?" cried Cavendish, panting from his exertions. "I"ll learn this parrot to talk up!"
"Hicks," said the judge, "it is in your power to tell us a few things we are here to find out." Hicks looked up into the judge"s face and closed his lips grimly. "Mr. Cavendish, kindly let him have the point of that large knife where he"ll feel it most!" ordered the judge.
"Talk quick!" said Cavendish with a ferocious scowl. "Talk--or what"s to hinder me slicing open your woozen?" and he pressed the blade of his knife against the overseer"s throat.
"I don"t know anything about Miss Betty," said Hicks in a sullen whisper.
"Maybe you don"t, but what do you know about the boy?" Hicks was silent, but he was grateful for the judge"s question. From Tom Ware he had learned of Fentress" interest in the boy. Why should he shelter the colonel at risk to himself? "If you please, Mr. Cavendish!" said the judge quietly nodding toward the knife.
"You didn"t ask me about him," said Hicks quickly.
"I do now," said the judge.
"He was here yesterday."
"Mr. Cavendish--" and again the judge glanced toward the knife.