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About The frontier. (O'Neill City, Holt County, Neb.) 1880-1965 | View Entire Issue (Feb. 11, 1943)
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A fish shed burns, apparently killing an old man named Drown who Is supposed to have lived there, although no one has ever seen him. Uncle Wylie’s pipe is found near the shed. Hugh Norcross has jusf told (hem he used Potter's turpentine to clean Bessie's coat. Now continue with Judy’s story. CHAPTER VIII "You cleaned it for her? With turpentine?” “Uh-huh. Gave me a little. Don’t you remember, Potter? You were working on that painting of the Qua ker church and I asked if turpen tine would do the trick and you said It would and gave me some on my handkerchief.” "That right. Mr. Potter?” "Sorry, Norcross," the artist said. "I recall no such incident.” Bessie’s face flamed. "I don’t see what difference it makes if my coat has a spot on it or not except to me. If my brother tried to clean it off I’m sure that was very kind of him. Aren’t all artists proverbially Rbsent-minded? That’s where your old turpentine went. It wasn't sto len at all. You used It up, Mr. Pot ter.” Albion didn’t answer her but he looked shocked as he edged away to the other side of the group back of Mr. Quincy’s chair. “There's a question I'd like to ask,” Victor said. “How many of you have golf clubs here?” Hugh and Bessie admitted they’d brought theirs, and Aunt Nella re minded us that the minister had some by a significant nod. He had kept silent until the force of un Bpoken glances made him say: "That shot I made on the lawn last night. Wasn’t my club. Be longed to Mr. Norcross, I think. Didn't bring my own downstairs yet. Why, Quade?" It would be a good time to search his golf bag, I thought: but Victor only shrugged again and said non chalantly, “Oh, nothing. Just won dered whose mashie might be miss ing. Saw one back of Judy’s hope chest in the church basement. It had blood on it.” Blood! You could hear the gasp that ran around our piazza and made everybody lean forward with a dazed expression. “See here, Mr. Quade,” Potter said in a voice that trembled, "you had no right to keep this to your self.” "Yes, why didn’t you show us?" They were all talking at once. Hugh Norcross started down the steps. "The minister—Mr. De Witt there—just said he was using my club on the lawn. Well, if he was, I can soon prove it. All my clubs are initialed. I'll get my mashie.” “But. Hugh, where are you go ing?” Bessie cried. “The tent. Left my bag in the tent and forgot to take it in after ward. Don't you remember?" If she did, Bessie looked pretty anxious. “Did you see any initials along side the—the blood?" Mr. Quincy banged the railing and made us all jump. Victor shook his head. We were all watching Hugh Norcross emerge from his tent without any bag “Queer. They're not in the tent. Must be upstairs after all.” Uncle Wylie, who'd been fiddling with his beloved pipe, now sprang up suddenly. “What you looking for. Mr. Norcross. I carried in those clubs. You’ll find ’em in your room behind the door." "Are yours initialed, too. Miss Norcross?” Victor asked. Bessie inclined her head. “Hugh and I always mark everything.” "Then if the one you saw down at the church isn't initialed. I sup pose it’s mine—that what you mean, Quade?” The minister fairly shout ed it. "Not necessarily. But If your mashie is missing—” “Exactly. Well, it Isn't. 1 ap point you a committee of one to go up to my room—the door is un locked—and bring down my mash ie.” “Get it yourself, if you'd feel bet ter about it," Victor said. The minister got up with great dignity and stalked up the stairs Hugh raced upstairs after the clergyman, and presently the two men came down together. “There’s my mashie,” boomed the minister accusingly. Hugh carried one club. When Bes sie saw it she paled. Initialed neat ly at one end were the letters E. N "Some one has used my club ir more places than on the lawn, anc if there’s blood on it I hope to Goc there's fingerprints, too.” Bessie clenched her hands. He: voice cut like ice. "My brother,’ ! she said with unmistakable empha : sis, “has a reputation which will pu him above any circumstantial suspi 1 cion. And if anyone has tried ti smirch him by committing a crimi with his club, I'll—I’ll—” “Oh, dry up, Bess!” Hugl snapped. “No one's accusing me o i anything. Let them try it!" Mr. Quincy thumped his cane. Hi; Kendall giggled nervously, whil Bessie glared at her and said: “Tch! Tch!" Uncle Wylie drained his pipe noisily, till Aunt Nella nudged him. It was Albion Potter who brought us all back to normal. “Look at that cloud effect." he said. "There, that's just what I was trying to put into my picture. Cumulus. My, I wish I'd bought some extra turpentine.” Bessie turned on him, anger in her biting tone. If you're trying to remind us that your turpentine was used on my coat—why, I think you’re plain dirty mean.” Goodness, were they going to fight over such a small matter—at a time like this? Mr. Quincy beat a tattoo. “We can’t all shout!” he shouted. “Let Mr. Quade continue." Victor gestured from the foot of the steps. “My friends,” he began in a voice so imitative of President Roosevelt's that even at that tense moment everybody recognized it and smiled, "let's have a quiet little fire side talk. We all of us have things to explain. Take myself. You have only my word I’m wno I claim I am. I had, perhaps, the best oppor tunity of anyone to commit this crime. Certainly I arrived at the crucial time. I can't find my pub lisher’s letter or any other creden tials to establish the fact I'm a well known mystery writer—Vidor Quinn. And that title—‘Murder on the Bluff' —could anything be more pat? Now, I ask you The club may be mine. The rest of the committee didn’t see it behind the sea chest. Perhaps I put it there. I don’t happen to have Hugh and Bessie admitted they had brought theirs. had the pleasure of knowing this Roddy Lane, but that can come up later. “We all of us come under the head of suspects. Take Mr. Quincy. That cane of his could kill a man, and does he know how to use it? And he can manage to get around quite a bit without that wheel chair. Can't you, Mr. Quincy?” “Quite a bit." Why, Thaddeus Quincy was actually grinning like a gargoyle. “I try to do more and more each day. Soon I shall swim, and then—watch out! Go on. Quade. Great stuff.” Victor’s mouth twitched, but he wasn't smiling. “AH right, Mr. Pot ter. Paint doesn't cover an alibi. He went to town. yes. And he lost a bottle of turpentine. Maybe he didn't lose it—see? 1 hate to think what the police will do to all of you. “Take Hugh Norcross. He ad mits he ran across the lawn—look ing for Bessie, he says. He cleaned a spot off his sister’s coat, he says. His mashie is missing. “And you, sir." Victor indicated the clergyman. “You could explain plenty, I imagine, and will do so when the time comes—about that Lane feUow's mistaking you for an ex-convict named Smith.” We all held our breath. “You’ve no right to give him the third de gree, Mr. Quade!” shouted Aunt Nella. “Wylie and 1 know all about him goin' to prison. It was a cruel shame. Why don't you speak, Rev erend?” So it was true, then. And Aunt Nella had known it all the time and never told me! Such a saccharine smile as Jonas De Witt threw at her. “In due time, my good woman. In due time." Then to the others he said: "It is true. I—I have a prison rec ord. It seared me, but I’m not I ashamed of it. 1 suppose it will be | all raked up again. I can only : hope you succeed in solving this mystery before the press gets the > story. Any more publicity—well, • we can all bear what we have to. I’ll help you any way I can, Mr. i Quade" f Was he a saint or a sanctimonious old hypocrite, pulling the wool over r my aunt’s eyes? 5 "For the moment my past history is my own. I can assure you it has nothing to do with this story. Noth ing whatever.” "Course it hasn’t," scoffed Aunt Nella. "Even if the poor man did lose every penny when the Lane Bank blew up, and Roddy swiped—” "You keep still,” advised my un cle, for once in his life. "Mind your own business.” “True, ain’t it? Tell ’em it’s true, Reverend.” "Yes, it’s true. When that crook ed son of the Old Man’s cleaned out the bank, I lost everything I’d saved from years of hard work. But oth ers lost, too.” "Why, wasn’t it insured?” Victor asked. "Nobody knows exactly, but what insurance there was didn’t cover Roddy's supposed embezzlement. People couldn’t prove young Lane did steal the funds; he was never brought to trial because there wasn't anything to go by. But the money was gone. The bank failed. The Old Man shot himself.” "Roddy hid it in the Castle, if you ask me,” added Aunt Nella. "Now, we’re getting somewhere!” Victor said. "How many of you people lost money in that fiasco?” Nobody spoke. Mr. Quincy was drawing imaginary circles on the porch with his nervous cane. “You can’t expect us to answer a ques tion like that, Mr. Quade. Practi cally admit a motive for killing Roddy Lane? You’re crazy!” "Not so crazy as you think. Why should an innocent person hesitate? A matter of record, isn’t it?” Uncle Wylie removed his pipe. “If 'twas, this might not have happened. Only record is personal bankbooks. Nella and me—-we’ve got our’n. But the ledgers of the Lane Bank van ished along with the funds. Nella’s nuts to say they were hidden in the Lane Castle. Authorities scoured the place high and low, at the time. Couldn’t find a thing. That was aft er the old man shot himself, which some thought, as didn’t know him, was tantamount to a confession. Might a-been at that—for his son. But Roddy got off scot free. No proof against him. Want to see our accounts? Joint they was.” "Later, Mr. Gerry. You weren't afraid to speak up.” "Why should he be!” Auntie snapped. "The savin’s didn't make him half so mad as the fight over the boundary line.” There she went—making things worse for pooi^ old Uncle. The po lice would have a sweet time twist ing him around in their net. Not only the lost savings and the old boundary feud, but the damning evi dence of his having been intoxicat ed, the finding of his pipe at the scene of the ruined flsh shack he’d threatened over and over, quite pub licly, to burn down some day. Was Victor Quade also adding up these things to make harmless Uncle Wy lie Gerry into a killer? But Victor struck everybody si lent when he said: “Mr. Gerry, you’re the only one here who knew this man Brown. Is that right?” That was correct. Aunt Nella only having seen him a few times at a distance. “Of course,” Victor went on, “he may be quite all right. We've noth ing to prove he didn't go to Rock ville last evening and stay there, or try to return to the Head and find the bridge out. But an old man—to go off like that and leave a light burning. You’re sure about the light, you two?” He looked from Mr. Quincy to me, and we both corrobo rated. “That there ear trumpet—he nev er went nowhere without it,” Uncle Wylie said. "Not even fishin’. Had it tied over his shoulder some way.” “Suppose you describe the man Was he tall?” “Not so very. Warn’t short, nei ther. Kinder medium, and stooped like. Come to think of it, I usually saw him settin'—either on the bench in front of the shack or over on the rocks back of the church.” “Well, go on. Was he light or dark? Old or young?” “Don’t rush me. You know he was old—as old as the hills. So old I thought he hadn’t oughter be livin' all alone by himself and asked him why he did. But he answered as always, sticking that ear-thing into my face and turning his sideways. ‘Hey? I’m a leetle hard o’ hearin’. Speak louder.' You’d think he'd stepped out of some Yankee play. The Old Homestead’ or ’Way Down East.’ Character, he was. Old-tinv er. Only other thing I ever heard him say was 'Fishin'.' Liked to flsh off the rocks when he first come.” "And when was that?” “Not so long ago. Just afore you tourists, warn't it, Nella?” “How sh'd I know? Nobody saw him come. Just saw a light there one night, and you went over and there he sat on the bench, twiddling his thumbs and blinkin’ at the sea,” Aunt Nella replied. “Blinking, did you say?” “That’s what Wylie said—behind his thick glasses. Wylie lit his pipe —” she broke off abruptly, as if the memory of the fishhouse and her husband’s pipe were too painful to go on with. “Said he was poverty struck lookin’. Old and deaf and hunched up and quavery sort of. I said if he made a nuisance of him self before my guests I'd have him fired out of there, but he never did. 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