"Then there is urgent need now?" eagerly. "You have got the deadwood on Hume?"
"Not exactly. But I"ve got the old kettle boiling and she"s due to bubble over most any old time."
"For G.o.d"s sake," cried Shandon, "tell me something. I didn"t know that you were at work even, I don"t know a thing that has happened, that is happening."
"And quite naturally you are interested? Just so." Kinsell very carefully placed the finger tips of one hand against those of the other, apparently giving his whole attention to the action. "Let me see. Presently, in a few weeks at most, I"ll be putting in a little bill and you"ll want to know what I"ve been doing to earn my money.
That"s businesslike and proper. In most matters to be thorough, Mr.
Shandon, one must begin at the beginning. In my business it is different; I have to begin in the middle and go back to a point before the beginning. Having availed myself of Mr. Brisbane"s knowledge of the subject it became up to me to do one thing: find the man who, before your brother"s murder, was in a position to be benefitted by the commission of the crime, or the man with a strong emotional reason for committing it."
He paused, looking thoughtfully at the steep pitched roof his fingers had constructed, shifted quick, measuring glance at Shandon and turned his attention again to his fingers.
"There are three men," he resumed, "who occupy positions demanding investigation. First, you. Your brother"s heir, a man with a hot temper, a man who had recently quarrelled with the murdered man; you would benefit financially, you had the reputation of generally needing money, you had the name of being a reckless, headlong sort of devil.
Second, Sledge Hume. A man as smooth running as a machine ordinarily, cool headed, emotionless. But investigation shows that he had knowledge of the fact that your brother was carrying on his person the twenty-five thousand dollars; research also discloses there are times when the man"s nature changes, when he flies into a towering rage that might well become violent; and finally, we have found that shortly after the crime he paid the sum of twenty-five thousand dollars to Helga Strawn for her interest in the Dry Lands. Third, there is Martin Leland."
"Martin Leland!" cried Shandon.
Kinsell nodded thoughtfully.
"Martin Leland is the man who advanced the money," he said drily. "He has shown himself in the matter of the mortgage and foreclosure a man to be reckoned with. You see all three men mentioned were in positions to have previous knowledge that your brother was in possession of that sum of money; all three were in positions to menace his life for merely sordid reasons; and, strangely enough, all three were men whose tempers are such that in a moment of rage, in a hot quarrel, they might have committed such a crime. Six months ago, Mr. Shandon, I think that it would have gone very hard with you at a trial. The concensus of opinion was pretty strong against you. Making a fugitive of yourself made matters worse. But since then I think things have changed. There are many men who, having learned of the deal Leland and Hume tried to put over on you, have come to look upon them as crooks, and are willing to suspect either of them of having killed Arthur Shandon."
"But Martin Leland suspected," muttered Shandon. "It seems--"
"Exactly," smiled Kinsell. "It seems rather like the finger of G.o.d, doesn"t it? Now we"ll go on. I have learned that Sledge Hume bought Helga Strawn"s interest in the Dry Lands about two weeks after the murder. At that time Hume had something like five thousand dollars in the bank. I have had the record of the deed looked up. The deed is noncommittal in the matter in which I was interested. Like so many doc.u.ments of its nature it says merely that in consideration of the sum of ten dollars, the receipt of which is herein acknowledged, and so forth, Helga Strawn deeded the property to Hume. That"s common enough.
All right. Next, I find that Hume doesn"t take the world into his confidence ordinarily but that he has been free enough to tell a good many people sneeringly that a woman is a fool and that he bought from a woman for five thousand dollars. I find that the five thousand dollars in his bank had been drawn out, a draft for that amount having been sent to Helga Strawn, New York. That looked all right, didn"t it? But then you told Brisbane that Helga Strawn told you that Hume had paid her twenty-five thousand. Eh?"
"Yes," Shandon returned. "Have you asked her?"
Kinsell laughed softly.
"I don"t do business that way. Usually in this sort of a game if you want to catch nice fat lies fish with question marks for hooks. She is one of the cleverest women I ever knew, is Helga Strawn, almost as clever as Jeanette Compton. Quite as clever, perhaps, but Jeanette has the bulge on her in that she"s got her eyes on Helga all the time that Helga has her eyes on Hume."
"Who"s Jeanette Compton?"
"She"s Helga Strawn"s new maid. The old one quit; bribed her myself.
You"ll find the item in the bill later on. Also Jeanette Compton is the finest little girl on our staff."
"And you"re watching Helga Strawn too?"
"With both of Jeanette"s bright little eyes, all the time. To go on: we"ve found through our men in New York that fifteen days after the death of your brother, Helga Strawn placed on deposit in her bank in New York two drafts. One for five thousand dollars, one for twenty thousand. We have found that after Sledge Hume had drawn his five thousand here he was out of the country for two days. We have questioned every bank, Wells Fargo office and post office within a day"s range of El Toyon. Last week I got what I wanted from a bank in Reno. A man, evidently a mining man, claiming to be in town from a strike in Tonopah, deposited twenty-five thousand dollars at the Merchants" and Citizens" Bank. It was in cash. The depositor gave his name as--what do you guess?"
Shandon looked at him blankly. Kinsell smiled and said abruptly,
"He gave his name as Wayne Shandon. How does that strike you? It all happened while you were going East with your brother"s body; I believe that it occurred while your train was being held up a few minutes in Reno."
Shandon"s bewilderment seemed to please Kinsell. He chuckled softly, and then, his face growing thoughtful again, he went on.
"You"ll remember that the train is scheduled to stop for fifteen minutes in Reno? Well, the man made his deposit, and ten minutes later he came back, said that his plans had changed, that he was going to take the train with a friend he had seen on board, and asked to have his money back. It was given to him, at his request, in twenty-five bank notes of the thousand dollar denomination. He signed for them, writing your name, excusing an almost illegible signature by the need of haste and by a finger tied up as though it were badly hurt. So much for what the cashier of the Merchants" and Citizens" Bank of Reno knows about it."
"It was Hume?"
"From evidence so far given it might have been Hume or you! All right.
The man with the big roll of bills went out with the train. He might have gone on to New York; he might have dropped off at Sparks and taken the next train back in half an hour. He might have got back to Sacramento the next morning. We find the rather interesting fact that in Sacramento a man, giving his name as Arnold Wentworth paid to Wells Fargo and Company the sum of twenty thousand dollars in bills of a thousand dollars each for an order payable to Helga Strawn in New York.
Now do you see where Helga Strawn comes in?"
Shandon, merely puzzled, shook his head at the bright eyes suddenly turned upon him.
"a.s.suming," went on Kinsell, "that it was Hume and not yourself who made that deposit at the Reno bank, don"t you see that as things stand he has piled up a pretty piece of evidence against you? You might have done just that thing, deposited the money while the train waited, became alarmed at something, and gone back for it. I wonder if a cashier, after two years" time, would remember the features of a stranger so that he could say whether it was you or Hume? All right.
Next, there"s Helga Strawn. If she"d talk, if she"d tell us that she had a draft of five thousand and a Wells Fargo order for twenty thousand, that Hume had sent one and had explained that a friend would send the other, we"d have Mr. Hume in a certain place that men don"t like to think of."
"Make her tell!" cried Shandon.
Kinsell arched his brows.
"She"s out here for blackmail, isn"t she? Let her understand what conditions are, and what"s a clever woman"s clever play? She"d go to Hume and say, "Look here, Mr. Hume. I can crook my little finger and swing you off into s.p.a.ce at the end of a rope. Or I can keep still and you can stand pat." I fancy she"d do that. And she"d get her Dry Lands back."
"She can"t be as bad as that!"
"Can"t she? Wait until you have a talk with Jeanette Compton."
"It all depends upon Helga Strawn, then? There is a deadlock until you can get her to talk?"
"By no means. I"m just making a sort of unofficial report, you understand. I wanted you to know that while some people suspect you and some suspect Leland we are going ahead and getting the cards into our own hands. And I wanted to ask you what you thought of that mining proposition on the old McIntosh property? It"s adjacent to yours, isn"t it? Just the other side of Laughter Lake?"
"The McIntosh property, yes. The ridge rising on the other side of the lake is my boundary line. I hadn"t heard of any mining being done there."
"No? Well, it seems a mining concern has found something. At any rate men are at work, a tunnel has been driven into the base of the ridge, and--I wonder what would happen if a charge of dynamite went off in due time and blew a hole right through, into the lake?"
"Good heaven!" cried Shandon angrily. "You mean that Hume and Leland are actually trying to steal my water?"
"I don"t think Leland is in on this," replied Kinsell quietly. "He doesn"t seem to me to be _quite_ the crook Hume is."
"But," muttered Shandon, "if they once tear the side of that mountain out--"
"The milk will be spilt so badly that it cannot be put back into the pan? And the mining company, a Chicago firm, I believe, at any rate a crowd of men hired by a Chicago man, will claim that they were on their territory all of the time; that not one of their men, but some man hired by you, put in the charges that did the damage. It"s a bold play, but then when it"s make or break with a man he hasn"t much picking and choosing to do."
"It won"t take me long to get there," said Shandon grimly. "And I"m getting tired of this thing."
"But, surely," smiled Kinsell, "you don"t object to having Hume pay for a part of the work you"ll have to do soon or late, do you? Let him go ahead. Just before they get ready to do the real damage, we"ll slap a little injunction on them."
"But how will we know?"
"That"s all right. One of their foremen is drawing wages from you right now. You"ll find a lot of interesting things in the expense account I put in, Mr. Shandon."
CHAPTER XXV