"Gentlemen," said the consul, his voice taking on unaccustomed formality, "this is Mr. Plunkett. Mr. Plunkett--Mr. Reeves and Mr.
Morgan."
The cocoanut barons greeted the newcomer joyously. Reeves seemed about an inch taller than Morgan, but his laugh was not quite as loud. Morgan"s eyes were deep brown; Reeves"s were black. Reeves was the host and busied himself with fetching other chairs and calling to the Carib woman for supplemental table ware. It was explained that Morgan lived in a bamboo shack to "loo"ard," but that every day the two friends dined together. Plunkett stood still during the preparations, looking about mildly with his pale-blue eyes. Bridger looked apologetic and uneasy.
At length two other covers were laid and the company was a.s.signed to places. Reeves and Morgan stood side by side across the table from the visitors. Reeves nodded genially as a signal for all to seat themselves. And then suddenly Plunkett raised his hand with a gesture of authority. He was looking straight between Reeves and Morgan.
"Wade Williams," he said quietly, "you are under arrest for murder."
Reeves and Morgan instantly exchanged a quick, bright glance, the quality of which was interrogation, with a seasoning of surprise.
Then, simultaneously they turned to the speaker with a puzzled and frank deprecation in their gaze.
"Can"t say that we understand you, Mr. Plunkett," said Morgan, cheerfully. "Did you say "Williams"?"
"What"s the joke, Bridgy?" asked Reeves, turning, to the consul with a smile.
Before Bridger could answer Plunkett spoke again.
"I"ll explain," he said, quietly. "One of you don"t need any explanation, but this is for the other one. One of you is Wade Williams of Chatham County, Kentucky. You murdered your wife on May 5, two years ago, after ill-treating and abusing her continually for five years. I have the proper papers in my pocket for taking you back with me, and you are going. We will return on the fruit steamer that comes back by this island to-morrow to leave its inspectors. I acknowledge, gentlemen, that I"m not quite sure which one of you is Williams. But Wade Williams goes back to Chatham County to-morrow. I want you to understand that."
A great sound of merry laughter from Morgan and Reeves went out over the still harbour. Two or three fishermen in the fleet of sloops anch.o.r.ed there looked up at the house of the diablos Americanos on the hill and wondered.
"My dear Mr. Plunkett," cried Morgan, conquering his mirth, "the dinner is getting, cold. Let us sit down and eat. I am anxious to get my spoon into that shark-fin soup. Business afterward."
"Sit down, gentlemen, if you please," added Reeves, pleasantly. "I am sure Mr. Plunkett will not object. Perhaps a little time may be of advantage to him in identifying--the gentleman he wishes to arrest."
"No objections, I"m sure," said Plunkett, dropping into his chair heavily. "I"m hungry myself. I didn"t want to accept the hospitality of you folks without giving you notice; that"s all."
Reeves set bottles and gla.s.ses on the table.
"There"s cognac," he said, "and anisada, and Scotch "smoke," and rye.
Take your choice."
Bridger chose rye, Reeves poured three fingers of Scotch for himself, Morgan took the same. The sheriff, against much protestation, filled his gla.s.s from the water bottle.
"Here"s to the appet.i.te," said Reeves, raising his gla.s.s, "of Mr.
Williams!" Morgan"s laugh and his drink encountering sent him into a choking splutter. All began to pay attention to the dinner, which was well cooked and palatable.
"Williams!" called Plunkett, suddenly and sharply.
All looked up wonderingly. Reeves found the sheriff"s mild eye resting upon him. He flushed a little.
"See here," he said, with some asperity, "my name"s Reeves, and I don"t want you to--" But the comedy of the thing came to his rescue, and he ended with a laugh.
"I suppose, Mr. Plunkett," said Morgan, carefully seasoning an alligator pear, "that you are aware of the fact that you will import a good deal of trouble for yourself into Kentucky if you take back the wrong man--that is, of course, if you take anybody back?"
"Thank you for the salt," said the sheriff. "Oh, I"ll take somebody back. It"ll be one of you two gentlemen. Yes, I know I"d get stuck for damages if I make a mistake. But I"m going to try to get the right man."
"I"ll tell you what you do," said Morgan, leaning forward with a jolly twinkle in his eyes. "You take me. I"ll go without any trouble. The cocoanut business hasn"t panned out well this year, and I"d like to make some extra money out of your bondsmen."
"That"s not fair," chimed in Reeves. "I got only $16 a thousand for my last shipment. Take me, Mr. Plunkett."
"I"ll take Wade Williams," said the sheriff, patiently, "or I"ll come pretty close to it."
"It"s like dining with a ghost," remarked Morgan, with a pretended shiver. "The ghost of a murderer, too! Will somebody pa.s.s the toothpicks to the shade of the naughty Mr. Williams?"
Plunkett seemed as unconcerned as if he were dining at his own table in Chatham County. He was a gallant trencherman, and the strange tropic viands tickled his palate. Heavy, commonplace, almost slothful in his movements, he appeared to be devoid of all the cunning and watchfulness of the sleuth. He even ceased to observe, with any sharpness or attempted discrimination, the two men, one of whom he had undertaken with surprising self-confidence, to drag away upon the serious charge of wife-murder. Here, indeed, was a problem set before him that if wrongly solved would have amounted to his serious discomfiture, yet there he sat puzzling his soul (to all appearances) over the novel flavour of a broiled iguana cutlet.
The consul felt a decided discomfort. Reeves and Morgan were his friends and pals; yet the sheriff from Kentucky had a certain right to his official aid and moral support. So Bridger sat the silentest around the board and tried to estimate the peculiar situation. His conclusion was that both Reeves and Morgan, quickwitted, as he knew them to be, had conceived at the moment of Plunkett"s disclosure of his mission--and in the brief s.p.a.ce of a lightning flash--the idea that the other might be the guilty Williams; and that each of them had decided in that moment loyally to protect his comrade against the doom that threatened him. This was the consul"s theory and if he had been a bookmaker at a race of wits for life and liberty he would have offered heavy odds against the plodding sheriff from Chatham County, Kentucky.
When the meal was concluded the Carib woman came and removed the dishes and cloth. Reeves strewed the table with excellent cigars, and Plunkett, with the others, lighted one of these with evident gratification.
"I may be dull," said Morgan, with a grin and a wink at Bridger; "but I want to know if I am. Now, I say this is all a joke of Mr.
Plunkett"s, concocted to frighten two babes-in-the-woods. Is this Williamson to be taken seriously or not?"
""Williams,"" corrected Plunkett gravely. "I never got off any jokes in my life. I know I wouldn"t travel 2,000 miles to get off a poor one as this would be if I didn"t take Wade Williams back with me.
Gentlemen!" continued the sheriff, now letting his mild eyes travel impartially from one of the company to another, "see if you can find any joke in this case. Wade Williams is listening to the words I utter now; but out of politeness, I will speak of him as a third person. For five years he made his wife lead the life of a dog--No; I"ll take that back. No dog in Kentucky was ever treated as she was. He spent the money that she brought him--spent it at races, at the card table and on horses and hunting. He was a good fellow to his friends, but a cold, sullen demon at home. He wound up the five years of neglect by striking her with his closed hand--a hand as hard as a stone--when she was ill and weak from suffering. She died the next day; and he skipped. That"s all there is to it. It"s enough. I never saw Williams; but I knew his wife. I"m not a man to tell half. She and I were keeping company when she met him. She went to Louisville on a visit and saw him there. I"ll admit that he spoilt my chances in no time. I lived then on the edge of the c.u.mberland mountains. I was elected sheriff of Chatham County a year after Wade Williams killed his wife. My official duty sends me out here after him; but I"ll admit that there"s personal feeling, too.
And he"s going back with me. Mr.--er--Reeves, will you pa.s.s me a match?
"Awfully imprudent of Williams," said Morgan, putting his feet up against the wall, "to strike a Kentucky lady. Seems to me I"ve heard they were sc.r.a.ppers."
"Bad, bad Williams," said Reeves, pouring out more Scotch.
The two men spoke lightly, but the consul saw and felt the tension and the carefulness in their actions and words. "Good old fellows,"
he said to himself; "they"re both all right. Each of "em is standing by the other like a little brick church."
And then a dog walked into the room where they sat--a black-and-tan hound, long-eared, lazy, confident of welcome.
Plunkett turned his head and looked at the animal, which halted, confidently, within a few feet of his chair.
Suddenly the sheriff, with a deep-mouthed oath, left his seat and, bestowed upon the dog a vicious and heavy kick, with his ponderous shoe.
The hound, heartbroken, astonished, with flapping ears and incurved tail, uttered a piercing yelp of pain and surprise.
Reeves and the consul remained in their chairs, saying nothing, but astonished at the unexpected show of intolerance from the easy-going man from Chatham county.
But Morgan, with a suddenly purpling face, leaped, to his feet and raised a threatening arm above the guest.
"You--brute!" he shouted, pa.s.sionately; "why did you do that?"
Quickly the amenities returned, Plunkett muttered some indistinct apology and regained his seat. Morgan with a decided effort controlled his indignation and also returned to his chair.
And then Plunkett with the spring of a tiger, leaped around the corner of the table and snapped handcuffs on the paralyzed Morgan"s wrists.
"Hound-lover and woman-killer!" he cried; "get ready to meet your G.o.d."
When Bridger had finished I asked him:
"Did he get the right man?"