"I don"t want to do Hallock an injustice," he went on, after a hesitant pause, "neither do I wish to dig up the past, for him or for anybody. I was hoping that you might know some of the inside details, and so make it easier for me to get at the truth. I can"t believe that Hallock was culpably responsible for the disappearance of the money."
By this time McCloskey had his hat tilted to the belligerent angle.
"I"m not a fair witness," he reiterated. "There"s been gossip, and I"ve listened to it."
"About this building and loan mess?"
"No; about the wife."
"To Hallock"s discredit, you mean?"
"You"d think so: there was a scandal of some sort; I don"t know what it was--never wanted to know. But there are men here in Angels who hint that Hallock killed the woman and sunk her body in the Timanyoni."
"Heavens!" exclaimed Lidgerwood, under his breath. "I can"t believe that, Mac."
"I don"t know as I do, but I can tell you a thing that I do know, Mr.
Lidgerwood: Hallock is a devil out of h.e.l.l when it comes to paying a grudge. There was a freight-conductor named Jackson that he had a shindy with in Mr. Ferguson"s time, and it came to blows. Hallock got the worst of the fist-fight, but Ferguson made a joke of it and wouldn"t fire Jackson. Hallock bided his time like an Indian, and worked it around so that Jackson got promoted to a pa.s.senger run. After that it was easy."
"How so?"
"It was the devil"s own game. Jackson was a handsome young fellow, and Hallock set a woman on him--a woman out of Cat Biggs"s dance-hall. From that to holding out fares to get more money to squander was only a step for the young fool, and he took it. Having baited the trap and set it, Hallock sprung it. One fine day Jackson was caught red-handed and turned over to the company lawyers. There had been a good bit of talk and they made an example of him. He"s got a couple of years to serve yet, I believe."
Lidgerwood was listening thoughtfully. The story which had ended so disastrously for the young conductor threw a rather lurid sidelight upon Jackson"s accuser. Fairness was the superintendent"s fetish, and the revenge which would sleep on its wrongs and go about deliberately and painstakingly to strike a deadly blow in the dark was revolting to him.
Yet he was just enough to distinguish between gross vindictiveness and an evil which bore no relation to the vengeful one.
"A financially honest man might still have a weakness for playing even in a personal quarrel," he commented. "Your story proves nothing more than that."
"I know it."
"But I am going to run the other thing down, too," Lidgerwood insisted.
"Hallock shall have a chance to clear himself, but if he can"t do it, he can"t stay with me."
At this the trainmaster changed front so suddenly that Lidgerwood began to wonder if his estimate of the man"s courage was at fault.
"Don"t do that, Mr. Lidgerwood, for G.o.d"s sake don"t stir up the devil in that long-haired knife-fighter at such a time as this!" he begged.
"The Lord knows you"ve got trouble enough on hand as it is, without digging up something that belongs to the has-beens."
"I know, but justice is justice," was the decisive rejoinder. "The question is still a live one, as the complaint of the grievance committee proves. If I dodge, my refusal to investigate will be used against us in the labor trouble which you say is brewing. I"m not going to dodge, McCloskey."
The contortions of the trainmaster"s homely features indicated an inward struggle of the last-resort nature. When he had reached a conclusion he spat it out.
"You haven"t asked my advice, Mr. Lidgerwood, but here it is anyway.
Flemister, the owner of the Wire-Silver mine over in Timanyoni Park, was the president of that building and loan outfit. He and Hallock are at daggers drawn, for some reason that I"ve never understood. If you could get them together, perhaps they could make some sort of a statement that would quiet the kickers for the time being, at any rate."
Lidgerwood looked up quickly. "That"s odd," he said. "No longer ago than yesterday, Gridley suggested precisely the same thing."
McCloskey was on his feet again and fumbling behind him for the door-k.n.o.b.
"I"m all in," he grimaced. "When it comes to figuring with Gridley and Flemister and Hallock all in the same breath, I"m done."
Lidgerwood made a memorandum on his desk calendar to take the building and loan matter up with Hallock the following day. But another wreck intervened, and after the wreck a conference with the Red b.u.t.te mine-owners postponed all office business for an additional twenty-four hours. It was late in the evening of the third day when the superintendent"s special steamed home from the west, and Lidgerwood, who had dined in his car, went directly to his office in the Crow"s Nest.
He had scarcely settled himself at his desk for an attack upon the acc.u.mulation of mail when Benson came in. It was a trouble call, and the young engineer"s face advertised it.
"It"s no use talking, Lidgerwood," he began, "I can"t do business on this railroad until you have killed off some of the thugs and highbinders."
Lidgerwood flung the paper-knife aside and whirled his chair to face the new complaint.
"What is the matter now, Jack?" he snapped.
"Oh, nothing much--when you"re used to it; only about a thousand dollars" worth of dimension timber gone glimmering. That"s all."
"Tell it out," rasped the superintendent. The mine-owners" conference, from which he had just returned, had been called to protest against the poor service given by the railroad, and knowing his present inability to give better service, he had temporized until it needed but this one more touch of the lash to make him lose his temper hopelessly.
"It"s the Gloria bridge," said Benson. "We had the timbers all ready to pull out the old and put in the new, and the shift was to be made to-day between trains. Last night every stick of the new stock disappeared."
Lidgerwood was not a profane man, but what he said to Benson in the coruscating minute or two which followed resolved itself into a very fair imitation of profanity, inclusive and world-embracing.
"And you didn"t have wit enough to leave a watchman on the job!" he chafed--this by way of putting an apex to the pyramid of objurgation.
"By heavens! this thing has got to stop, Benson. And it"s going to stop, if we have to call out the State militia and picket every cursed mile of this rotten railroad!"
"Do it," said Benson gruffly, "and when it"s done you notify me and I"ll come back to work." And with that he tramped out, and was too angry to remember to close the door.
Lidgerwood turned back to his desk, savagely out of humor with Benson and with himself, and raging inwardly at the mysterious thieves who were looting the company as boldly as an invading army might. At this, the most inauspicious moment possible, his eye fell upon the calendar memorandum, "See Hallock about B/L.," and his finger was on the chief clerk"s bell-push before he remembered that it was late, and that there had been no light in Hallock"s room when he had come down the corridor to his own door.
The touch of the push-b.u.t.ton was only a touch, and there was no answering skirl of the bell in the adjoining room. But, as if the intention had evoked it, a shadow crossed behind the superintendent"s chair and came to rest at the end of the roll-top desk. Lidgerwood looked up with his eyes aflame. It was Hallock who was standing at the desk"s end, and he was pointing to the memorandum on the calendar pad.
"You made that note three days ago," he said abruptly. "I saw your train come in and your light go on. What bill of lading was it you wanted to see me about?"
For an instant Lidgerwood failed to understand. Then he saw that in abbreviating he had unconsciously used the familiar sign, "B/L," the common abbreviation of "bill of lading." At another time he would have turned Hallock"s very natural mistake into an easy introduction to a rather delicate subject. But now he was angry.
"Sit down," he rapped out. "That isn"t "bill of lading"; it"s "building and loan.""
Hallock dragged the one vacant chair into the circle illuminated by the shaded desk-electric, and sat on the edge of it, with his hands on his knees. "Well?" he said, in the grating voice that was so curiously like the master-mechanic"s.
"We can cut out the details," this from the man who, under other conditions, would have gone diplomatically into the smallest details.
"Some years ago you were the treasurer of the Mesa Building and Loan a.s.sociation. When the a.s.sociation went out of business, its books showed a cash balance in the treasury. What became of the money?"
Hallock sat as rigid as a carved figure flanking an Egyptian propylon, which his att.i.tude suggested. He was silent for a time, so long a time that Lidgerwood burst out impatiently, "Why don"t you answer me?"
"I was just wondering if it is worth while for you to throw me overboard," said the chief clerk, speaking slowly and quite without heat. "You are needing friends pretty badly just now, if you only knew it, Mr. Lidgerwood."
The cool retort, as from an equal in rank, added fresh fuel to the fire.
"I"m not buying friends with concessions to injustice and crooked dealing," Lidgerwood exploded. "You were in the railroad service when the money was paid over to you, and you are in the railroad service now.
I want to know where the money went."
"It is none of your business, Mr. Lidgerwood," said the carved figure with the gloomy eyes that never blinked.