"How much longer were you up?"
"Oh, maybe an hour; there was some boys playing poker here an" I waited round till they quit."
"No message for Miss Donovan up to that time?"
"No."
"You left the door unlocked?"
"Sure; them New York fellers was both out. I oughter waited till they come in, maybe, but I was plum" tired out."
"When did they come back?"
"Oh, "bout midnight, I reckon. Bill Lacy an" Matt Moore was along with "em. They didn"t disturb me none; just went inter the sample-room, an"
slept on the floor. I found "em thar in the mornin", and Bill told me how they come to be thar--leastwise "bout himself, fer Moore had got up an" gone afore I got down."
"I see! And these New York people--they are still here?"
"They wus all three down ter breakfast; ain"t seen nuthin" of "em since; I reckon they"re up-stairs somewhar."
"What became of Lacy?"
"He"s down in his saloon; he sed if you showed up, an" asked fer him, ter tell yer that"s whar he"d be."
"He told you that? He expected me to show up then?"
"I reckon as how he did," and Timmons grinned in drunken good humour.
"He"s pretty blame smart, Bill Lacy is; he most allars knows whut"s goin" ter happen." He leaned over the desk and lowered his voice. "If yer do hunt him up, Jim," he said confidentially, "you better go heeled."
Westcott laughed. The first shock of the discovery of Miss Donovan"s disappearance had pa.s.sed, and he was himself again. He must have time to think and arrange some plan and, above all, must retain a clear mind and proceed coolly.
"All right, old man," he said easily. "I"ll try and look out for myself. I haven"t eaten yet to-day. What can you find for me in the larder?"
CHAPTER XX: TO COMPEL AN ANSWER
Although feeling the need of food, Westcott entered the dining-room of the Timmons" House more desirous of being alone than for any other purpose. He realised that he was suddenly brought face to face with a most serious condition, and one which must be solved unaided. He dare not venture upon a single step forward until he had first thought out carefully the entire course to be followed. Two lives, and perhaps three, including his own, were now in imminent peril, and any mistake on his part would prove most disastrous. First of all he must keep his own counsel. Not even the half-drunken Timmons could be allowed to suspect the real depth of his interest in this affair.
Fortunately, it was so late in the morning he was left undisturbed at a side table, screened from the open door leading into the office.
Sadie, the waitress, took his order and immediately disappeared, leaving him to his own thoughts. These were far from happy ones, as his mind rapidly reviewed the situation and endeavoured to concentrate upon some practical plan of action.
So Bill Lacy expected him? Had left word where he was to be found?
What was the probable meaning of this? Westcott did not connect this message directly with the strange disappearance of Miss Donovan.
Whether or not Lacy was concerned in that outrage had nothing to do with this, for the man could scarcely be aware of his deep interest in the girl. No, this must be his own personal affair, complicated by the case of Cavendish. Moore must have recognised him during their fight, and reported to his master who it was that had been discovered listening at the window. Realising the nature of that conversation, Lacy naturally antic.i.p.ated being sought the very moment Westcott came to town. That was what this meant. All right, he would hunt Lacy as soon as he was ready to do so; and, as Timmons suggested, would go "heeled."
But the girl? What had really become of the girl? There was no way of proving she had not gone East, for there was no agent at the station at that hour, and the night train could be halted by any one waving a signal light. Westcott drew the brief note from his pocket, smoothed out its creases and read the few words over again. The writing was unquestionably feminine, and he could recall seeing nothing Miss Donovan had ever indited, with which it could be compared. But would she have departed, however hurriedly, without leaving him some message?
To be sure there had been little enough between them of intimacy or understanding; nothing he could really construe into a promise--yet he had given her complete trust, and had felt a friendly response. He could not compel himself to believe she would prove unfaithful.
Unconsciously he still held the letter in his hand when the waitress came in with his breakfast. She glanced about to make certain they were alone and leaned over, her lips close to his ear.
"Is that the note they say that New York young lady left?"
"Yes, Sadie," in surprise. "Why?"
"Well, she never wrote it, Mr. Westcott," hurriedly placing the dishes before him, "that"s all. Now don"t yer say a word to anybody that I told yer; but she didn"t go East at all; she wus took in a wagon down the desert road. I saw "em take her."
"You saw them? Who?"
"Well, I don"t just know that, "cept it was Matt Moore"s team, an" he wus drivin" it. I didn"t see the others so es to be sure. Yer see us help sleep over the kitchen, an" "bout one o"clock I woke up--here comes Timmons; he mustn"t see me talkin" ter yer."
She flicked her napkin over the table, picked up an emptied dish and vanished through the swinging-doors. Timmons, however, merely came in searching for the Chinaman, and not finding the latter immediately, retired again to the office, without even addressing his guest, who was busily eating. Sadie peered in once more and, seeing all was clear, crossed over beside Westcott.
"Well, as I was sayin"," she resumed, "I thought I heard a noise outside, an" got up an" went to the winder. I couldn"t see much, not "nough so I could swear to nuthin"; but there was three or four men out there just across that little gully, you know, an" they had a woman with "em. She didn"t scream none, but she was tryin" ter git away; wunst she run, but they caught her. I didn"t see no wagon then, it was behind the ridge, I reckon. After a while it drove off down the south trail, an" a little later three men come up them outside stairs back into the hotel. They was mighty still "bout it, too."
"You couldn"t tell who they were?"
"They wa"n"t like nuthin" but shadders; it was a purty dark night."
"So it was, Sadie. Do you imagine Timmons had anything to do with the affair?"
"Timmons? Not him. There wa"n"t no figure like his in that bunch; I"d know him in the dark."
"But the woman might not have been Miss Donovan; isn"t there another young lady here from the East?"
Sadie tossed her head, but with her eyes cautiously fixed on the office door.
"Humph; you mean the peroxid blonde! She ain"t no _lady_. Well, it wa"n"t her, that"s a cinch; she was down yere to breakfast, a laughin"
an" gigglin" with them two men "bout an hour ago. They seemed ter feel mighty good over something but I couldn"t quite make out just what the joke was. Say, did yer ever hear tell of a Mexican named Mendez?"
"Well, rather; he"s a cattle thief, or worse. Arizona has a big reward out for him, dead or alive."
"That"s the gink, I bet yer; has he got a hang-out anywhar "round this country?"
"Not so far as I know; in fact, I haven"t heard the fellow"s name mentioned for six months, or more. What makes you suspect this?"
Sadie leaned even closer, her voice trembling with excitement, evidently convinced that her information was of the utmost importance.
"For G.o.d"s sake, Mr. Westcott," she whispered, "don"t never tell anybody I told yer, but she was awful good ter me, an" that pasty-faced blonde makes me sick just ter look at her. You know the feller they call Enright, I reckon he"s a lawyer."
Westcott nodded.
"Well, he was doin" most of the talkin", an" I was foolin" round the sideboard yonder, pretendin" ter clean it up. n.o.body thought I was in ear distance, but I got hold ov a word now an" then. He kept tellin"
"em, "specially the blonde, "bout this Mexican, who"s a friend of Bill Lacy, an" I judge has a place whar he hangs out with his gang somewhar in the big desert."
"Was anything said about Miss Donovan?"
"Not by name; they was too smart for that; but that was the direction Matt Moore drove off last night--there"s Enright comin" down-stairs now; won"t yer hav" some more cakes, sir?"