There is somebody connected with this scheme higher up--a master criminal."
Miss Donovan was no fool; newspaper work had taught her to suspect men of intellect, and that nothing, however wicked, low or depraved, was beyond them.
"Enright!" she said definitely. "Obviously now. I"ve thought so from the first. But always he worked so carefully, so guardedly, that sometimes I have doubted. But now I say without qualifications--Enright, smooth Mr. Enright, late of New York."
"That"s my bet," Westcott agreed, his hand on her shoulder, forgetful of his intense earnestness, "Enright is the only one who could do it, and he has schemed so as to get John into a hole where he dare not emit a sound, no matter what they do to him. Do you see? If the boy breathes a suspicion he"ll be indicted for murder. If they can only succeed in keeping Frederick safely out of sight until after the court awards the property to his heir, they can milk John at their leisure. It"s a lawyer"s graft, all right."
"Then Frederick may be confined not far away?"
"Likely enough; it"s wild country. There are a hundred places within fifty miles where he might be hidden away for years. That is the job which was given to Beaton; he had the dirty work to perform, while the girl took care of John. I do not know how he did it--knockout drops, possibly, in a gla.s.s of beer; the blow of a fist on a train-platform at night; a ride into the desert to look at some thing of interest--there are plenty of ways in which it could be quietly done by a man of Mr.
Beaton"s expert experience."
"Yes, but he does not know this country--if it was only New York now."
"But Bill Lacy does, and these fellows are well acquainted--friends apparently. Lacy and I are at daggers-points over a mining claim, and he believes my only chance is through the use of money advanced by Fred Cavendish. He"d ride through h.e.l.l to lick me. Why, look here, Miss Donovan, when Bill Lacy had me stuck up against the wall last night at the hotel with a gun at my head, he lost his temper and began to taunt me about not getting any reply from my telegrams and letters. How did he know about them? Beaton must have told him. There"s the answer; those fellows are in cahoots, and if Fred is actually alive, Bill Lacy knows where he is, and all about it."
She did not answer. Westcott"s theory of the situation, his quick decision that Frederick Cavendish still lived, completely overturned her earlier conviction. Yet his argument did not seem unfair or his conclusion impossible. Her newspaper experience had made her aware that there is nothing in this world so strange as truth, and nothing so unusual as to be beyond the domain of crime.
"What do you think?" he asked quietly.
"Oh, I do not know; it all grows less comprehensible every moment. But whatever is true I cannot see that anything remains for us to do, but wait and watch the actions of these people; they are certain to betray themselves. We have been here together now longer than we should, and I must return to the hotel."
"You expect Beaton to seek you?"
She smiled.
"He appeared very devoted, quite deeply interested; I hope it continues."
"So do I, now that I understand," earnestly. "Although I confess your intimacy was a shock to me this noon. Well, I am going to busy myself also and take a scouting trip to La Rosita."
"Is that Lacy"s mine?"
"Yes; up the gulch here about two miles. I may pick up some information worth having. I am to see you again--alone?"
"We must have some means of communication; have you any suggestion?"
"Yes, but we"ll take for our motto, "Safety first." We mustn"t be seen together, or suspected in any way of being friends. The livery-stable keeper has a boy about twelve, who is quite devoted to me; a bright, trustworthy little fellow. He is about the hotel a good deal, and will bring me word from you any time. You need have no fear that I shall fail to respond to any message you send."
"I shall not doubt." She held out her hand frankly. "You believe in me now, Mr. Westcott?"
"Absolutely; indeed I think I always have. That other thing hurt, yet I kept saying to myself, "She had some good reason.""
"Always think so, please, no matter what happens. I was nearly wild until I got the note to you; I was so afraid you would leave the hotel.
We must trust each other."
He stood before her, his hat in hand, a strong, robust figure, his bronzed face clearly revealed; the sunlight making manifest the grey hair about his temples. To Miss Donovan he seemed all man, instinct with character and purpose, a virile type of the out-of-doors.
"To the death," and his lips and eyes smiled. "I believe in you utterly."
"Thank you. Good-bye."
He watched her climb the bank and emerge upon the bridge. He still stood there, bare-headed, when she turned and smiled back at him, waving her hand. Then the slender figure vanished, and he was left alone. A moment later, Westcott was striding up the trail, intent upon a plan to entrap Lacy.
They would have felt less confident in the future could they have overheard a conversation being carried on in a room of the Timmons House.
It was Miss La Rue"s apartments, possessing two windows, but furnished in a style so primitive as to cause that fastidious young lady to burst into laughter when she first entered and gazed about. Both her companions followed her, laden with luggage, and Beaton, sensing instantly what had thus affected her humour, dropped his bag on the floor.
"It"s the best there is here," he protested. "Timmons has held it for you three days."
"Oh, I think it is too funny, Ned," she exclaimed, staring around, and then flinging her wraps on the bed. "Look at that mirror, will you, and those cracks in the wall? Say, do I actually have to wash in that tin basin? Lord! I didn"t suppose there was such a place in the world.
Why, if this is the prize, what kind of a room have you got?"
"Tough enough," he muttered gloomily, "but you was so close with your money I had to sing low. What was the matter with you, anyhow?"
"Sweetie wouldn"t produce, or couldn"t, rather. He hasn"t got his hands on much of the stuff yet. Enright coughed up the expense money, or most of it. I made John borrow some, but I needed that myself."
"Well, d.a.m.n little got out here, and Lacy pumped the most of that out of me. However, if you feel like kicking about this room, you ought to see some of the others--mine, for instance, or the one Timmons put that other woman in."
"Oh, yes," she said, finding a seat and staring at him. "That reminds me. Did you say there was a girl here from New York? Never mind quarrelling about the room, I"ll endure it all right; it makes me think of old times," and she laughed mirthlessly. "Sit down, Mr. Enright, and let"s talk. How"s the door, Ned?"
He opened it and glanced out into the hall, throwing the bolt as he came back.
"All right, Celeste, but I wouldn"t talk quite so loud; the part.i.tions are not very tight."
"No objections to a cigarette, I suppose," and she produced a case.
"Thanks; now I feel better--certainly, light up. Well, Ned, the first thing I want to know is, who is this other New York skirt, and how did she happen to blow in here just at this time?"
Beaton completed the lighting of his cigar, flinging the match carelessly out of the window.
"Oh, she"s all right," he said easily. "Just an innocent kid writer for _Scribbler"s_ who"s trying to make good writing about the beautiful scenery around here. I was a bit suspicious of her at first myself, but picked her up this morning an" we had quite a talk. Mighty pretty little girl."
Miss La Rue elevated her eyebrows, watchfully regarding him through smoke wreaths.
"Oh, cut it, Ned," she exclaimed curtly. "We all know you are a perfect devil with the women. The poor thing is in love with you, no doubt, but that doesn"t answer my question, who is she?"
"Her name is Donovan."
"That sounds promising; what do you make it, shanty Irish?"
"I should say not," warmly. "She"s a lady, all right. Oh, I know "em, if I don"t meet many of that kind. We got chummy enough, so she told me all about herself--her father"s a big contractor and has money to burn."
"Did you ever hear the beat of that, Enright? Neddy is about to feather his nest. Well, go on."
"That"s about all, I guess, only she ain"t nothin" you need be afraid of."
"Sure not, with a watch-dog like you on guard. But if you ask me, I don"t like the idea of her happening in here just at this time. This is no place for an innocent child," and she looked about, her lip curling.
"Lord, I should say not. Do you happen to remember any New York contractor by that name, Mr. Enright?"
The rotund lawyer, his feet elevated on the window-sill, a cigar between his lips, shook his head in emphatic dissent.