Part 11 (2/2)

”Well,” I rejoined, knowing that my safety depended upon my wits, ”and what if I am? Do you suppose I came here without letting Inspector Melton know where I was coming? You'd better think it out, old chap.

There may be two at the corner and both on the wrong side. Don't you make no mistake.”

He laughed very quietly, and as though to make his own words good he put up the shutters on the only window the miserable den of a place possessed. We were in a kind of twilight now, in a miserably furnished shanty, with the paper peeling off the walls and the fire-grate all rusted and the very boards broken beneath our feet. And I believed he had a pistol in his pocket, and that he would use it if I so much as lifted my hand.

”Oh,” says he presently, and in a mocking tone which ran down my back like cold water from a spout. ”Oh, you're a brave boy, Britten, and when you spread yourself about the tecs, I like you. Now, see here, did I try to murder that girl or did I not? Fair question and fair answer. Am I the man the police are looking for, or is it another?”

I answered him straight out.

”The pair of you are in it. You know that well enough--and the reward is five hundred, to say nothing of what the police are offering.”

”You mean to have that reward, Britten.”

”If I can get it fairly, yes.”

”As good as to say you'll walk straight out of here and give me up?”

”Unless you can tell me you didn't do it.”

He swung round on his heel and looked at me as savage as a devil out of h.e.l.l.

”I did it, Britten--Barney, my mate, had nothing to do with it. Didn't you see him sweat the night you picked us up? Barney's a tender-foot at this game; he'll never cut a figure in the 'Calendar,' why, not if he lives to be a chimpanzee in the human menagerie. Barney ought to be holding forth in the tabernacle round the corner. Him do it--why, he couldn't kill a calf.”

Well, I think I sat back and shuddered at this; anyway, an awful feeling of horror came upon me, both at the man's word and at the thought of my lonely situation, and of what must come afterwards. All the calculations seemed against me. I am a strong man, and would have stood up to this Yankee, fist to fist, for any sum you care to name; but the pistol in his pocket, and the certainty that he would use it upon any provocation, held me to my seat as though I were glued there.

And thus for five whole minutes, an eternity of time to me, I watched him pace up and down the room, gloating upon his horrid work, and wondering when my turn would come.

”Britten,” he said presently--and his voice had changed, I thought--”Britten, would you like a whisky and soda?”

”If it's only whisky and soda----”

”What! You think I'm going to doctor it--same as I did Mabel's?”

”I don't know to what you refer--but something of the kind was in my head.”

It amused him finely--and I must say again that his att.i.tude all through was that of a man who could hardly keep from laughing whatever he did, so that I came to think he must be little short of a raving maniac, and that perhaps the Court would find him such.

”Oh,” says he, ”don't you fear, Britten, I shan't treat you that way--you may drink my whisky all right, a barrelful if you can. When I want to deal with you, Britten, it will be another way altogether--cash, my boy; have you any objection to a little cash?”

I opened my eyes wide, telling myself, for the second time, that he was as certainly mad as any March hare in the picture-books; but I said nothing, for he had turned to a little wooden cupboard near the fireplace, and before he spoke again he set a bottle of whisky, a syphon, and two tumblers on the table, and poured out a stiffish dose for himself and its fellow for me. When I had watched him drink it, and not before, I followed suit, and never did a man want a whisky and soda as badly.

”Your health,” says he--I believe I wished him the same. ”And little Mabel Bellamy's----”

I put the gla.s.s down on the table with a bang.

”Good G.o.d!” said I, ”not Mabel Bellamy that did the disappearing trick at the Folies Bergeres in Paris two years ago?”

”The same,” says he.

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