"Go on, d.i.c.k. For heaven"s sake, don"t you see--"
"You"re anxious to know how your dear relative is, I twig, as Joey would say. Well, you can take it from me, he"s very poorly. If I was him I"d--"
"Get to the point, d.i.c.k," growled Joey.
"Don"t be kidding," added Ruby eagerly.
"All right," said he resignedly. "Well, I"ve been to Jenison Hall, Jacky. It"s quite a place. If you ever want to sell it give me the first chance at it."
The others drew up to the table, David and Casey standing. The pickpocket had lowered his voice.
"I got an idea into my nut a couple of weeks ago," went on d.i.c.k, squinting at the lamp reflectively. "I let it soak in deep and then I proceeded to act on it. I hopped on a freight one night about ten days ago, and lit out for Richmond, without sayin" a word to anybody. You had told me a good bit of your own story, David, and Joey had told me the rest, adding his confidential opinions as to what really happened on the night of the murder. Thinks I, if I can get my hooks on that uncle of his, I can make him squeal. Well, I went out and hung around Jenison Hall for a night or two, gettin" the lay o" the land. To be perfectly honest with you, I inspected the interior from top to bottom one night. That"s a very nice, comfortable room of yours, David.
"Next day I walked up, bold as you please, to the front door and asked for Mr. Jenison. I had found out in the village that he was drunk three-fourths of the time and raisin" he--Cain with everybody on the place. Gawd, how they hate him down there! Up I walks, as I said before. He was having a mint julep in the gallery, the n.i.g.g.e.r said. So I walked right around where he was and introduced myself as Robert Green, of New York. He said he didn"t know me and didn"t want to. What a mean thing drink is! He ain"t a bad lookin" feller, as fellers go.
The only thing against him, I"d say, is that he looks about half crazy--sorter dippy, off his nut, batty.
"To make the story short, seeing"s it"s so late, I up and told him I wasn"t there to be monkeyed with. I wanted five thousand dollars out o"
him mighty quick or I"d tell all I knowed about the murder of his father. Well, you"s orter seen him set up! I thought he was going to die on the spot. He upset his gla.s.s. Say, is there anything that smells nicer than a mint julep? There"s the most appealin" odor to it. If I was a drinkin" man I"d surely go daft over--but, excuse me. I notice you are yawning, Jack, and Ruby"s half asleep."
"Go on," said she, her bright eyes glistening.
"Then he said he"d have me kicked off"n the place. But I just mentioned having seen that n.i.g.g.e.r lawyer on the night of the murder, right out in front of the house. What"s more, said I, I heard the shot that was fired. Being at that time unfortunately engaged in walkin" from Richmond to Washington, I was makin" for the nearest town when night came on. So I had to sleep in that barn down the road. I had all the dates right in my mind, and the hour, and the whole business pictured out puffect, as Joey"d say. I didn"t give him a chance to do much talkin". I sees I had him guessin", so I just sailed in and told him just how it happened, claimin" that the n.i.g.g.e.r told it to me after I had jumped out and grabbed him as he run past me in the road, thinkin", says I, there had been some skullduggery goin" on or he wouldn"t be chasin" his legs off. Well, sir, that uncle o" your"n, for all his bluff, was sweatin" like a horse. Somehow, he forgot to have me kicked out.
"My story was, that after I"d grabbed the n.i.g.g.e.r he told me he hadn"t done the shootin", and begged me to let him go. He said the shootin"
had been done by the old man"s son, and a lot more stuff like that. To clinch the business, I said the n.i.g.g.e.r, scared half to death, told me about getting a deed signed that night and about a will that had been subst.i.tuted, and so on and so forth. I was just repeatin" what you said, David. Well, by gum, he was knocked silly. He saw that I did know all about everything. I could tell that by the way he swallowed without having anything to swallow.
"He kind o" got control of himself after a while, though, and began to question me sarcastic-like. First, he wanted to know where the n.i.g.g.e.r was now, and what woodpile he was in. I told him I didn"t know anything about the rascal, except that he"d promised to give me five hundred dollars if I"d let him off and on condition I was never to tell his employer of what had pa.s.sed between us. "Well," says your uncle, "did he give you the five hundred?" "No," says I, "he said he couldn"t do it until you had got control of the old boy"s money." Then your uncle laughed. He said I was a fool. "But," says I, "he gave me some valuable trinkets he"d stolen from a cabinet in the house when you were not looking. He said they were heirlooms and would easily bring a thousand." "You infernal liar," said your uncle, but he got a little paler. "Would you like to take a peek at what"s in this little bag?"
says I, pulling a leather pouch from my inside pocket. He sort of nodded, so I took out a wonderful gold snuff-box with the picture of a gorgeous French lady and a big letter "N" engraved on it and held it up. His eyes almost popped out, but he managed to sit still. Then I showed him a magnificent gold watch, a couple of rings set with rubies and diamonds and--"
"How did you get them?" cried David, his eyes wide with amazement. "I remember them. They once belonged to my father. My grandfather gave them to me a few weeks before he was killed. But--but I did not have time to get them that night. They were left--"
"Right where you put "em," said d.i.c.k coolly. "In the secret drawer of that old wardrobe in your room. Kid, you"ve got an awful memory. Don"t you recollect tellin" me they were there and that you"d give anything in the world to have your father"s watch, your mother"s rings and your great grandfather"s snuff-box that had belonged to Napoleon Bonaparte?
Well, I just went in and got "em for you, that"s all."
"A regular magician, by cricky!" gasped Joey.
"Don"t interrupt, Joey," commanded d.i.c.k, vastly pleased with himself.
His audience was fairly hanging on his words. "Well, sir, you"d orter seen him then. I thought he"d bust. He said something about his brother and his brother"s watch. I didn"t wait for him to get collected. I then proceeded, with a great deal of caution, to take out of another pocket a long, frayed, yellow envelope. "This," said I, "was given to me by the n.i.g.g.e.r that night. It had once contained a large sum of money, he said, but you had taken most of it, leaving him just fifty dollars. Do you recognize the envelope?"
"I held it out, but beyond his reach. He sat there for three minutes gazin" at the handwritin" on the thing, his lips moving as if he didn"t know they were doing it. "My G.o.d," he says, "it is Arthur"s handwriting. I"d know it among a million." Then he jumped up and began to curse. "Three thousand dollars!" he yelled, forgettin" himself. "Did that black scoundrel say I had taken it? He lied. He took it himself.
I"ve never seen this before. I didn"t know it existed!" Suddenly he sees that he was giving himself away, so he flops down and pants like a horse with the heaves.
"I put the things back in my pocket, and calmly says, "I reckon you"ll pony up the five thousand, won"t you?" Well, sir, what do you think he does? He pulls himself together and politely asks me to have a julep. I never did see such nerve. He says he"ll go and ask the servant to make it. He has an old darky named Monroe on the place, says he, who makes the best julep in Virginia. "No," says I, putting my hand on my hip pocket in a suspicious manner, "I guess not. You fork over the five first." Well, he gets to thinking hard. Finally he says he"ll be hanged if he"ll be blackmailed. "All right," says I, "you"ll find me at the tavern in the town over there if you want to change your mind. Think it over. I"ll give you two days to get the coin together."
"With that I got up and walked away, just as calm as you please. I knowed he was done for. He killed your grandpa sure, David, and he knowed he was found out. I walked right pertly, though, so"s he couldn"t have a chance to go in and get a gun before I was safely down the road to where my saddle horse was tied. I went back to the tavern, paid my bill, and took a train out of town. But I got off at the first station and doubled back, sleeping that night in a barn. The next day, up he comes to town. He was a sight, he was so pale and shaky. I could see he"d been drinkin" all night most. They told him at the tavern I"d gone away, up to Washington to consult the President about something, but that I"d be back in two days. I never saw a man look so white as he did when he rode past the place where I was hiding, on his way back home. I hung around the post-office all day, knowing just as sure as shootin" that he"d write to the n.i.g.g.e.r, wherever he was. Sure enough, about two o"clock up comes the darky that had admitted me the day before, bringing a couple of letters.
"He stuck "em in his pocket while he hitched his horse to the rack. I b.u.mped into him accidental-like. "Nough said. A minute later he was lookin" everywhere on the ground for his letters, and he was scairt, too, I"ll tell you that. I went back and asked him if he was lookin"
for his letters. He said he was. I said "you dropped "em in the wagon."
I reached in and made believe to pick "em up. I"d had "em long enough to see that one was addressed to I. Perry, 212 Clark Street, Chicago."
"Chicago," cried David excitedly. "You must give me that address, d.i.c.k."
"The other was to John Brainard, Richmond," went on d.i.c.k imperturbably.
"Know him?"
"He runs a gambling house there."
"I"m not fool enough to monkey with Uncle Sam, so I didn"t attempt to open the letters. It"s a bad game, fooling with the government. They always get you. Anyway, I had found out all I wanted, so I let him drop "em in the office. I took the first train to Richmond and hung around Brainard"s place for a day and a half, playing a little but watchin"
the boss most of the time. The second day, your uncle came in, loaded for keeps. Him and Brainard went into a side room. When they came out later on, I was standin" close by. Your uncle says this to him: "Let me know the minute he gets here, that"s all. He"s sure to come, sooner or later, curse him." Then he went away. My job was over. I"d laid the fuse. Nothing more for me to do but to take a train for the "great and only" Van Slye"s. Here I am, and, Joey, here"s that envelope you took from David and hid so carefully in the lining of your satchel. Also, David, permit me to restore to you your father"s watch and your mother"s--Hey, don"t blubber like that!"
The tears were streaming down David"s cheeks. He had s.n.a.t.c.hed up and was kissing the precious bits of metal the narrator had dropped upon the table.
Ruby looked up into the face of the audacious Richard. Their eyes met and his fell, after a long encounter.
"You are perfectly wonderful, d.i.c.k," she said. "Shake hands!"
"It wasn"t anything much," he muttered, as he clasped her hand.
"Humph!" was an added bit of contempt for his prowess.
"But, d.i.c.k you blooming idiot, don"t you see wot you"ve done?" cried Joey in perplexity. "You"ve put the villain on "is guard--you"ve queered everything for David. He"ll--"
"Sure," put in Casey, kicking the leg of the table viciously. "He"ll get hold of that n.i.g.g.e.r and find out you"ve lied like a sailor, that"s what he"ll do. Then he can tell you to go to the devil. d.i.c.k, I didn"t think you was so foolish."
"I must go to Isaac Perry in Chicago before it is too late," said David.
"Now, just hold your horses, all of you. I know more about this particular line of business than you do. In the first place, Frank Jenison is scairt stiff. I bet he"s been lookin" for me to drop in on him every day, to claim the swag, or fetch an officer from Washington.
He don"t know just where he stands. If I"d ha" stayed around there, he"d have a chance to get me. He could even go so far as to give me the money. Or he"d probably put a bullet in me. But don"t you see my idea?
I"m lettin" him worry. Worry is the greatest thing the guilty man has to fight against, lemme tell you that. It nearly always breaks "em down. He finds I"m gone. He waits for me to come back. I don"t come. He goes nearly crazy with anxiety and dread. See? Well, in time, his nerves go kerflop. He"ll see ghosts and he"ll see scaffolds. "Cause why: _he knows there"s a feller wandering around somewhere that"s on to him_. See?"
"By cricky, you"re right," cried Joey, leaping to his feet. "I can just see "im now."
"But when he sees Perry and finds out," protested Ruby, twisting her fingers.
"I"ll leave it to David, who knows Isaac Perry in and out, and ask if he thinks his uncle Frank will believe a word the n.i.g.g.e.r tells him, after all I"ve laid up before him. Isaac Perry can tell the truth from now to doomsday and Jenison won"t believe him. I"ve fixed Isaac proper.
What Jenison wants now is to get hold of Ikey and beat his brains out.
And, lemme tell you this, on the word of an experienced gentleman, that is just about what is going to happen. You let two skunks like that get wise to each other and something desperate is bound to come off. Yes, sirree, I"ve fixed Isaac. It"s in the air. If he escapes alive he"ll be lucky."
"But I need him to establish my innocence," cried David.
"You just trust to your uncle Frank to do that, sooner or later. I"ll bet my neck, he"s actin" so queer these days, and sayin" so many foolish things that everybody in the township is wonderin" what ails him. Here"s a little piece of rogue"s philosophy for you all to remember: A guilty man is never so guilty as when he realizes that somebody is dead sure and certain he _is_ guilty. That"s why they confess."
"Dang me, I believe you," said Joey, puffing at his empty pipe.
"Now put it this way," went on the philosopher, turning to David: "supposin" you actually had killed your grandfather. Would your eyes be bright and your lips moist? Would you be sleepin" well? Would you be thinkin" about a gal? Now, just put yourself in that position. No, sirree, David: you"d be a wreck--a mental, physical wreck, because you"d know that your uncle knowed that you killed his father. I tell you it makes a terrible difference when you know that some one else knows. Your uncle Frank understands now that two men know--me and Perry. He knows I"m hangin" around somewhere in this world, ready to spring on him. Yep; there"s no more peace for him, no more sleep. He"ll blow his brains out, perhaps. But he"ll also do this first: he"ll write a confession. They never fail to do that, these guys that have remorse."
David Jenison placed his hands on the other"s shoulders as he arose from the chair. The Virginian"s eyes were glowing with a light that dazzled the pickpocket. "d.i.c.k Cronk," said he, hoa.r.s.e with the emotion which moved him, "I would do anything in the world for you. You are the best fellow I know. I don"t care what you are, I want to be your friend as long as we live. I mean that. Some day I may be able to do something half as great for you. I"ll do it, no matter what it costs."
d.i.c.k was abashed. He was not used to this. His eyes wavered.