Crooked Trails and Straight Part 33
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From the darkness below came no sound, but Curly's imagination conceived the place as full of s.h.i.+ning eyes glaring up at him. Any bad men down there already had the drop on them. Therefore neither Curly nor his uncle made the mistake of drawing a weapon.
"I'm coming down, boys," young Flandrau announced in a quiet confident voice. "The place is surrounded by our friends and it won't do you a whole lot of good to shoot me up. I'd advise you not to be too impulsive"
He descended the steps, his face like a stone wall for all the emotion it recorded. At his heels came the older man. Curly struck a match, found an electric bulb above his head, and turned the b.u.t.ton. Instantly the darkness was driven from the cellar.
The two Flandraus were quite alone in the room. For furniture there was a table, a cot which had been slept in and not made up, and a couple of rough chairs. The place had no windows, no means of ventilation except through the trap door. Yet there were evidences to show that it had recently been inhabited. Half smoked cigars littered the floor. A pack of cards lay in disorder on the table. The _Sentinel_ with date line of that day lay tossed in a corner.
The room told Curly this at least: There had been a prisoner here with a guard or guards. Judging by the newspaper they had been here within a few hours. The time of sending the special delivery letter made this the more probable. He had missed the men he wanted by a very little time. If he had had the gumption to understand the hints given by the letters Cullison might now be eating supper with his family at the hotel.
"Make anything out of it?" the older Flandrau asked.
"He's been here, but they've taken him away. Will you cover the telephoning? Have all the ranches notified that Luck is being taken into the hills so they can picket the trails."
"How do you know he is being taken there?"
"I don't know. I guess. Blackwell is in it. He knows every nook of the hills. The party left here not two hours since, looks like."
Curly put the newspaper in his pocket and led the Way back to the store.
"The birds have flown, d.i.c.k, Made their getaway through the alley late this afternoon, probably just after it got dark." He turned to the woman.
"Mrs. Wylie, murder is going to be done, I shouldn't wonder. And you're liable to be held guilty of it unless you tell us all you know."
She began to weep, helplessly, but with a sort of stubbornness too.
Frightened she certainly was, but some greater fear held her silent as to the secret. "I don't know anything about it," she repeated over and over.
"Won't do. You've got to speak. A man's life hangs on it."
But his resolution could not break hers, incomparably stronger than she though he was. Her conscience had driven her to send veiled warnings to the sheriff. But for very fear of her life she dared not commit herself openly.
Maloney had an inspiration. He spoke in a low voice to Curly. "Let's take her to the hotel. Miss Kate will know how to get it out of her better than we can."
Mrs. Wylie went with them quietly enough. She was shaken with fears but still resolute not to speak. They might send her to prison. She would tell them nothing--nothing at all. For someone who had made terror the habit of her life had put the fear of death into her soul.
CHAPTER VIII
A MESSAGE IN CIPHER
While Kate listened to what Curly had to tell her the dark eyes of the girl were fastened upon the trembling little woman standing near the door.
"Do you mean that she is going to let my father be killed rather than tell what she knows?" Her voice was sharply incredulous, touched with a horror scarcely realized.
"So she says."
Mrs. Wylie wrung her hands in agitation. Her lined face was a mirror of distress.
"But that's impossible. She must tell. What has Father ever done to hurt her?"
"I--I don't know anything about it," the hara.s.sed woman iterated.
"What's the use of saying that when we know you do? And you'll not get out of it by sobbing. You've _got_ to talk."
Kate had not moved. None the less her force, the upblaze of feminine energy in her, crowded the little storekeeper to the wall. "You've got to tell--you've just got to," she insisted.
The little woman shrank before the energy of a pa.s.sion so vital. No strength was in her to fight. But she could and did offer the pa.s.sive resistance of obstinate silence.
Curly had drawn from his pocket the newspaper found in the cellar. His eyes had searched for the date line to use as c.u.mulative evidence, but they had remained fastened to one story. Now he spoke imperatively.
"Come here, Miss Kate."
She was beside him in an instant. "What is it?"
"I'm not sure yet, but---- Look here. I believe this is a message to us."
"A message?"
"From your father perhaps."
"How could it be?"
"I found the paper in the cellar where he was. See how some of these words are scored. Done with a finger nail, looks like."
"But how could he know we would see the paper, and if we did see it would understand?"
"He couldn't. It would be one chance in a million, but all his life he's been taking chances. This couldn't do any harm."
Her dark head bent beside his fair one with the crisp sun-reddened curls.
"I don't see any message. Where is it?"
"I don't see it myself--not much of it. Gimme time."
This was the paragraph upon which his gaze had fastened, and the words and letters were scored sharply as shown below, though in the case of single letters the mark ran through them instead of underneath, evidently that no mistake might be made as to which was meant.
J. P. Kelley of the ranger force reports
over the telephone that by unexpected good
luck he has succeeded in taking prisoner ---- -------- the notorious Jack Foster of Hermosilla ---- -- -- - and the Rincons notoriety and is now - - - --- bringing him to Saguache where he will be -------- locked up pending a disposition of his case.
------------------------------------------- Kelley succeeded in surprising him while --------------------------- he was eating dinner at a Mexican road-house
just this side of the border.
"Do you make it out?" Maloney asked, looking over their shoulders.
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