The Blind Man's Eyes Part 8
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The hand fell back heavily, inertly, and resumed its former position and hung as white and lifeless as before. No response to the apology came from behind the curtains; the man in the berth had not roused.
Connery rushed back to the curtains and touched the hand with his fingers. It was cold! He seized the hand and felt it all over; then, gasping, he parted the curtains and looked into the berth. He stared; his breath whistled out; his shoulders jerked, and he drew back, instinctively pressing his two clenched hands against his chest and the pocket which held President Jarvis' order.
The man in the berth was lying on his right side facing the aisle; the left side of his face was thus exposed; and it had been crushed in by a violent blow from some heavy weapon which, too blunt to cut the skin and bring blood, had fractured the cheekbone and bludgeoned the temple.
The proof of murderous violence was so plain that the conductor, as he saw the face in the light, recoiled with starting eyes, white with horror.
He looked up and down the aisle to a.s.sure himself that no one had entered the car during his examination; then he carefully drew the curtains together again, and hurried to the forward end of the car where he had left the porter.
"Lock the rear door of the car," he commanded. "Then come back here."
He gave the negro the keys, and himself waited to prevent any one from entering the car at his end. Looking through the gla.s.s of the door, he saw the young man Eaton standing in the vestibule of the car next ahead. Connery hesitated; then he opened the door and beckoned Eaton to him.
"Will you go forward, please," he requested, "and see if there isn't a doctor--"
"You mean the man with red hair in my car?" Eaton inquired.
"That's the one."
Eaton started off without asking any questions. The porter, having locked the rear door of the car, returned and gave Connery back the keys. Connery still waited, until Eaton returned with the red-haired man, "D. S." He let them in and locked the door behind them.
"You are a doctor?" Connery questioned the red-haired man.
"I am a surgeon; yes."
"That's what's wanted. Doctor--"
"My name is Sinclair. I am Douglas Sinclair, of Chicago."
Connery nodded. "I have heard of you." He turned then to Eaton. "Do you know where the gentleman is who belongs to Mr. Dorne's party?--Avery, I believe his name is."
"He is in the observation car," Eaton answered.
"Will you go and get him? The car-door is locked. The porter will let you in and out. Something serious has happened here--to Mr. Dorne.
Get Mr. Avery, if you can, without alarming Mr. Dorne's daughter."
Eaton nodded understanding and followed the porter, who, taking the keys again from the conductor, let him out at the rear door of the car and reclosed the door behind him. Eaton went on into the observation car. As he pa.s.sed the club compartment of this car, he sensed an atmosphere of disquiet which gave him first the feeling that some of these people must know already that there was something wrong farther forward; but this was explained when he heard some one say that the door of the car ahead was locked. Another asked Eaton how he had got through; he put the questioner off and went on into the observation-room. No suspicion of anything having occurred had as yet penetrated there.
"How long you've been!" Harriet Dorne remarked as he came near. "And how is it about the roof promenade?"
"Why, all right, I guess, Miss Dorne--after a little." Controlling himself to an appearance of casualness, he turned then to Avery: "By the way, can I see you a moment?"
Without alarming Harriet Dorne, he got Avery away and out of the car.
A few pa.s.sengers now were collected upon the platforms between this car and the next, who questioned and complained as Eaton, pus.h.i.+ng by them with Avery, was admitted by the negro, who refused the others admittance.
"Is it something wrong with Mr. Dorne?" Donald Avery demanded as Eaton drew back to let Avery precede him into the open part of the car.
"So the conductor says."
Avery hurried forward toward the berth where Connery was standing beside the surgeon. Connery turned toward him.
"I sent for you, sir, because you are the companion of the man who had this berth."
Avery pushed past him, and leaped forward as he looked past the surgeon. "What has happened to Mr. Dorne?"
"You see him as we found him, sir." Connery stared down nervously beside him.
Avery leaned inside the curtains and recoiled. "He's dead!"
"The doctor hasn't made his examination yet; but, there seems no doubt he's dead." Connery was very pale but controlled.
"He's been murdered!"
"It looks so, Mr. Avery. Yes; if he's dead, he's certainly been murdered," Connery agreed. "This is Doctor Douglas Sinclair, a Chicago surgeon. I called him just now to make an examination; but since Mr.
Dorne seems to have been dead for some time, I waited for you before moving the body. You can tell,"--Connery avoided mention of President Jarvis' name,--"tell any one who asks you, Mr. Avery, that you saw him just as he was found."
He looked down again at the form in the berth, and Avery's gaze followed his; then, abruptly, it turned away. Avery stood clinging to the curtain, his eyes darting from one to another of the three men.
"As he was found? When?" he demanded. "Who found him that way? When?
How?"
"I found him so," Connery answered.
Avery said nothing more.
"Will you start your examination now, Dr. Sinclair," Connery suggested.
"No--I'll ask you to wait a minute."
Noises were coming to them from the platforms at both ends of the car, and the doors were being tried and pounded on, as pa.s.sengers attempted to pa.s.s through. Connery went to the rear, where the negro had been posted; then, repa.s.sing them, he went to the other end of the car. The noises ceased. "The Pullman conductor is forward, and the brakeman is back there now," he said, as he turned to them. "You will not be interrupted, Dr. Sinclair."
"What explanation did you give them?" Eaton asked.
"Why?" Connery returned.
"I was thinking of Miss Dorne."
"I told them nothing which could disturb her." Connery, as he spoke, pulled back the curtains, entirely exposing the berth.
The surgeon, before examining the man in the berth more closely, lifted the shades from the windows. Everything about the berth was in place, undisturbed; except for the mark of the savage blow on the side of the man's head, there was no evidence of anything unusual. The man's clothes were carefully and neatly hung on the hooks or in the little hammock; his gla.s.ses were in their case beside the pillow; his watch and purse were under the pillow; the window at his feet was still raised a crack to let in fresh air while he slept. Save for the marks upon the head, the man might yet be sleeping. It was self-evident that, whatever had been the motives of the attack, robbery was not one; whoever had struck had done no more than reach in and deliver his murderous blow; then he had gone on.
Connery shut the window.
As the surgeon carefully and deliberately pulled back the bedclothing and exposed the body of the man clothed in pajamas, the others watched him. Sinclair made first an examination of the head; completing this, he unb.u.t.toned the pajamas upon the chest, loosened them at the waist and prepared to make his examination of the body.
"How long has he been dead?" Connery asked.
"He is not dead yet."
"You mean he is still dying?"
The Blind Man's Eyes Part 8
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