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MYSTERY
H KAY CLEAVER STRAHAN
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1;
“Sam Stanley!” I gasped.
“You can’t refuse. That’s all.
Own twin sisters! And Danny
as innocent as a new born
babe—”
“Don’t talk like a book,
Mary. Danny may be as inno
cent as she ?eems to be, and—
she may not. She, nor anyone
else, can leave this place until
we have gotten to the very i
bottom of this thing. That |
goes.”
“To think you paid attention j
to that fool reporter!”
“Don’t be a fool yourself,”
Sam urged. “This note, in
Gaby’s handwriting, clears
Danny of the crime, if all the
other evidence didn’t, which it
does. Wc know that she did
not kill her sister. But, of all
the people in this house, she
is in the best position to know
who did do it. Of course, if
she is Involved in this she is
involved innocently. If she put
the key in your pocket, while
we were out in the car, she
did it with no idea of what she
was doing. Just the same, I
want her right~ here on the
Desert Moon, for a while.
Mary, you take the note to
her, and explain, in your nice
way—”
”1 it give ner me note, sam,
I said. “But you’ll have to do
the explaining yourself. I’ll
tell you why. It isn’t right for ,
you to try to protect anyone,
not even Martha, to the extent
of refusing to allow one sister
to carry out the dying request
of another sister.”
Sam dropped his pipe. As I
saw the tobacco and the ashes
scatter, I was more certain
than ever that I was acting as
a decent woman should.
The door opened, and Dan- j
ny came in. She was so pale
that her checks had sort of a
greenish tinge to them. Great
dark circles spread far down
under her eyes that were red
and swollen from crying.
I hurried to her, and put my
arms around her. She clung
to me, and hid her head on
my shoulder, and said my
name over and over. Sam
turned away, as if he could
not bear to look at us.
I took her^into the living
room, and sat down in a big
chair and held her in my lap.
“If only,” she kept saying,
“if only she could have left us
in her beauty. She was beauti
ful, Mary. And now—”
Remembering what I had
seen the night before, I knew
that I must get her mind into
other channels if her reason
was to be saved. I thanked my
stars, when I remembered the
note.
After she had read it, she
cried harder than ever; but
I knew that it wras crying of
a saner sort.
“Will you go withe me,
Mary?” she questioned, when
she had quieted some. “To
San Francisco?”
“We’ll have to talk to Sam
about that, dear,” I said. It J
was the habit of helping him,
not any kindly impulse, that
made me continue. “I am
afraid that Sam wants us all
to stay here, for a while.
There, there, dear. You see
how it is, don’t you? Sam
thinks that the duty of each
one of us, right now, Is to stay
here and help try to find the :
guilty person.”
“Docs Uncle Sam think we
will find him here?” she
questioned.
I tried to tell myself that I
had been mistaken; that she
had not emphasized Sam’s
name in a hard, pointed way,
as she had seemed to do.
“There isn’t anywhere else
to try to find him,” I said, j
“Did you know about the key j
in my pocket?”
She nodded. “I knew about
that," she said.
“What else Gid you know
about?” I asked, a mite sharp
ly, for there was no mistaking j
her emphasis this time.
“Nothing,” she said, hur- i
t
I
riedly. “Nothing. But, Mary,
doesn’t it seem posible to you
that someone, clear from the
outside, did it? And gave the
key to Chad, and asked him
to put it in your pocket? And
that, for some reason we
probably never shall discover,
Chad could not, dared not,
tell on the person who gave
it to him? And that is why he
shot himself?”
“And we hadn’t thought of
that!” I gasped. “I do believe
it. It is as clear as day.”
Her sudden, definite silence
talked as plainly as any words
she could have spoken.
“Danny,” I questioned, “you
thought of that, but in your
heart you don’t believe it. Do
you?”
“I—I want to believe it,”
she evaded.
“But you don’t?” I persisted.
She was silent.
“Danny,” I pleaded, “tell
me about it. Just tell me,
dear. I’ll never breathe it to a
soul, if you say for me not to.
What is it that you know, or
think that you know?”
She waited so long before
answering me that I thought
surely she was finding the
words with which to take me
into her confidence. I was so j
disappointed I could have
cried with her, when she hid ;
her face on my shoulder, ;
again, and moaned, “Mary— i
I can’t. I dare not tell. I tell
you—I dare not.”
She jumped up out of my
lap, and ran upstairs as if
wicked, dangerous thing were
rurmine after her.
CHAPTER XX
A confession
John came into the room.
“The outfit is back, or most
of it,” he said. “Darn their' j
souls! Curiosity, nothing else. !
But for this, they wouldn’t
have shown up for two days
yet. I think the women went
into the kitchen just now,
Mary.”
There they were, Belle,
Sadie and Goldie, all huddled
up together like a bunch of
something, near the back door.
As I came into the room, they
jumped and screeched. The
only thing that makes me
madder than being scared my
self is to scare somebody else.
I spoke to them right sharply.
I told them that I expected
them to go about their work,
and to act like sensible girls
while so doing. I told them
that we had enough to put up
with, just now, without adding
a parcel of jumping, squealing
girls to our load.
Sadie, the sauciest of the lot, '
on account of imagining that
being married made her more
independent than the other
girls, spoke up.
“We haven’t decided yet
that we want’a go workin’ in
a house where a murderer, and
maybe moren’ one, is livin’,”
“If that’s the way you feel
about it,” I said, “the sooner
you leave the better. It is an
honor to work in the Desert
Moon ranch-house, and you!
know it.”
“Maybe ’tis. Maybe ’tain’t.”
Sadie sauced back. “You’ll
not get girls as easy to-day
as you would of yesterday. ■
Murders and suicides—if it
was a suicide—don’t do much
in makin’ a ranch pop’lar for
help."
“Very well,” I said. “If you
are going, go now. If not put
on your aprons and get to
work.”
I could scarcely believe my
eyes. The three of them ske
daddled out through the door.
I felt sort of sick, watching
them go. Not because I’d have
to teach new girls the work
and my ways, but because
their leaving gave me my first
realization that the Desert 1
Moon.Ranch was darkened by
the shadow of sin, that the
eclipse I had feared was upon
us.
When I telephoned to Sam,
down in his office in the out
' fit's quarters, I tried to keep
! the truth from him; saying,
only that the girls and I had
had a spat, and asking him to
! find some new girls for me.
He came up, in about half
an hour, with an Indian girl,
not more than fifteen years
j old, trailing along behind him.
Answering his nod, I went
with him into the living-room.
"She is the only one I could
get,” he said. "We’ll have to
send to Reno or Salt Lake.
None of the outfit want their
women folks working here. I
don’t blame them. The Desert
Moon Ranch is disgraced—”
He stopped short.
I thought that it was be
cause he could not bear to go
on with what he had begun
to say; until, following his
eyes, I saw that he was looking
at a piece of paper on the
writing desk just in front of
him. It had been propped up
against a vase; but it had
slithered down into a curve.
He reached for it; read it, and
handed it to me.
"I killed her. Chadwick
Caufield. P. S. Sorry to put
you to the trouble of disposing
of me. Make is cheap and
snappy. I haven’t a relative in
the world. P. G.”
“A lie,” Sam said.
"I think so.
"I know damn well it is. I
tell you, she had been dead
two or three hours, anyway—
probably longer—when we
found her. Listen, Mary. Be
tween four and five o’clock—
we all saw her alive at four—
Chad sat right there at that
piano, and he never left it
once. Did he?”
"No, he didn’t. I kept think
ing he would, to join Gaby.
But he didn’t.”
"Between five and six
o’clock,” Sam went on, "he
was with me, every minute of
the time, down in the barn,
and coming up to the house.
Never out of my sight. Be
tween six and seven he was
with us all at supper. If he’d
been gone all afternoon, I’d
know that note was a lie;
know it just as well as I know
it now—”
"But why did he shoot him
self, then, Sam?”
"God knows. He thought he
loved her.”
“But this note! A confes
sion! Why would he die in dis
grace, when we know he was
innocent?”
"God knows. To shield some
one else, I reckon.”
"Who?”
Sam dropped his pipe.
I heard him stamping the
sparks out. I did not look
down. I did not want to look
down.
CHAPTER XXI
A Summons
It might be,” Sam said, as
he refilled his pipe, “that
Chad did not write this. I’ll
send it, with some of his other
writing, to one of these hand
writing experts I’ve read
about.”
"He wrote it, I said. "The
writing is his. So is the word
ing. You know it.”
I looked at him straight. I
felt something tighten around
my heart as if it had been
roped by a professional. I
guess I was too sentimental.
But I couldn’t bear to see
Sam's good old face all aching
with worry.
"Sam,” I wheedled, "have
sense. We’ve a confession here
that will satisfy the world. He
killed her; and, when the body
was found, he shot himself.
Nothing could be more reason
able. No one would doubt it.
We can send this to the papers
—he has no relatives to be
disgraced, or to sorrow over
it—and the Desert Moon will
be cleared of crime. One of
your favorite sayings, Sam, is
to let well enough alone.”
Sam drew himself up to the
top of his six feet and five
inches and looked down, from
there, at me; away down—as
far, say as if I had suddenly
dropped into a dirty old
cistern. "There is no question
of well enough,” he shouted,
so that I could hear him in
my depths, "until the Desert
Moon is cleaned, clean, Mary
Magin. Cleaned and fumi
gated, or destroyed. It is not
going to be whitewashed.
There is someone on this
ranch who is as quilty as hell;
who knows who committed
the murder; wrho aided and
abetted it. We are going-to
i find that person. Then we will
find the murderer. They’ll be
hung together. After that, we
can leave well enough alone."
"Suppose," I suggested,
"that Chad was the accom
plice."
“I reckon,” he said, growing
suddenly kind, "that you’ve
been through too much, Mary.
That’s it. You aren’t quite re
sponsible to-day. I don’t
wonder. But reason with me,
Mary.
"Somebody suggested, al
ready today, that it was Chad
who put the key in your
pocket. When did he get the
key to put it there? Well, say
that he got it between seven
and eight o’clock, when he was
out scouting by himself. Did
he meet some entire stranger
then, who asked him to dis
pose of the key? Did he agree
to do it, as a favor to said
stranger? Did he, later, shoot
himself and leave a lying con
fession to shield the stranger?
The stranger, that is, who had
killed the girl Chad loved?
Chad did carry some secret
to the grave with him, Mary.
I am sure of that. But not a
secret that we can t discover.
We are going to discover it.”
To doubt Sam, standing
there before me talking so
earnestly to me, to doubt his
honesty of purpose and his
goodness, was more than a
question of doubting my eyes,
my ears, my senses, for the
moment. It would have been
to doubt the things that had
made up my life for the past
twenty-five years, it would
have swept away all of my ac
cumulated certainties, all of
my conclusions, all of my
standards, as a wind sweeps
trash from the desert. It
would have left me as aimless
and as wind-tossed as tumble
weeds.
“Sam,” I began, resolved to
tell him, then and there,
about those pipe ashes of his
on the beaded bag. I had
waited too long. Mrs. Ricker
was coming down the stairs.
“I think,” she said, “that
Martha should not sleep so
late. I fear that she is sleeping
too heavily.”
“It ia a blessing that she can
sleep,” Sam said. “She is all
right. Those sleeping powders
are as powerful as all get-out.
I got them from a doctor in
’Frisco, when I was down there
last year, and they made me
sleep when I had neuralgia.
I’m going up, though, I’ll have
a look at her.
“By the way,” he added,
from the stairway, “I want
you two ladies to be here in
this room, at promptly three
o’clock this afternoon.”
“Upon my soul!” I said,
when Sam was out of sight.
“What do you suppose that
means?”
I might have spared my
breath. She did not answer.
But she did someth'^ig down
right unusual for Mr's. Ricker.
She looked at me; and, as I
met her look it seemed to me
that there was a pleading ex
pression in her face, as if,
were she able to talk, she’d
like to ask me to do something
for her. I have seen dogs look
like that, at times.
“What is it, Mrs. Ricker?”
I questioned.
She shook her head, and
walked to the windows and
turned her back on me.
I looked at the straight,
gaunt back, and at her long
arms hanging at her sides. She
seemed frail. And yet, she
could hold Martha still, when
Martha was in one of her tan
trums, and that was more
than I, a much stouter woman,
could do. She, w'ith no one
but Martha who did not count,
had been alone in the house
for an hour the evening be
fore, while the others of us had
been out hunting for Gaby.
Sam insisted that Gaby had
been dead two or three hours
when we found her. But was
he certain of that? How did
he know? Might he be mis
taken?-Mrs. Ricker had hated
Gaby, as only a jealous wo
man can hate.
(TO BE CONTINUED)
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