The Thinking Machine Collected Stories Part 30
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The speaker paused a moment and relighted his cigarette.
"Next morning my great-grandfather was found unconscious and badly injured on the veranda of the house. His skull had been fractured. In the house a man was found dead. No one knew who he was; no one within a radius of many miles of the place had ever seen him.
"This led to all sorts of surmises, the most reasonable of which, and the one which the family has always accepted, being that my grandfather had gone to the house in the dark, had there met some one who was stopping there that night as a shelter from the intense cold, that this man learned of the jewels, that he had tried robbery and there was a fight.
"In this fight the stranger was killed inside the house, and my great-grandfather, injured, had tried to leave the house for aid. He collapsed on the veranda where he was found and died without having regained consciousness. That's all we know or can surmise reasonably about the matter."
"Were the jewels ever found?" asked the reporter.
"No. They were not on the dead man, nor were they in the possession of my grandfather."
"It is reasonable to suppose, then, that there was a third man and that he got away with the jewels?" asked Ernest Weston.
"It seemed so, and for a long time this theory was accepted. I suppose it is now, but some doubt was cast on it by the fact that only two trails of footsteps led to the house and none out. There was a heavy snow on the ground. If none led out it was obviously impossible that anyone came out."
Again there was silence. Ernest Weston sipped his coffee slowly.
"It would seem from that," said Ernest Weston, at last, "that the jewels were hidden before the tragedy, and have never been found."
George Weston smiled.
"Off and on for twenty years the place was searched, according to my mother's story," he said. "Every inch of the cellar was dug up; every possible nook and corner was searched. Finally the entire matter pa.s.sed out of the minds of those who knew of it, and I doubt if it has ever been referred to again until now."
"A search even now would be almost worth while, wouldn't it?" asked the broker.
George Weston laughed aloud.
"It might be," he said, "but I have some doubt. A thing that was searched for twenty years would not be easily found."
So it seemed to strike the others after awhile and the matter was dropped.
"But this ghost thing," said the broker, at last. "I'm interested in that. Suppose we make up a ghost party and go down to-night. My contractor declares he can't get men to work there."
"I would be glad to go," said George Weston, "but I'm running over to the Vandergrift ball in Providence to-night."
"How about you, Hatch?" asked the broker.
"I'll go, yes," said Hatch, "as one of several," he added with a smile.
"Well, then, suppose we say the constable and you and I?" asked the broker; "to-night?"
"All right."
After making arrangements to meet the broker later that afternoon he rushed away-away to The Thinking Machine. The scientist listened, then resumed some chemical test he was making.
"Can't you go down with us to-night?" Hatch asked.
"No," said the other. "I'm going to read a paper before a scientific society and prove that a chemist in Chicago is a fool. That will take me all evening."
"To-morrow night?" Hatch insisted.
"No-the next night."
This would be on Friday night-just in time for the feature which had been planned for Sunday. Hatch was compelled to rest content with this, but he foresaw that he would have it all, with a solution. It never occurred to him that this problem, or, indeed, that any problem, was beyond the mental capacity of Professor Van Dusen.
Hatch and Ernest Weston took a night train that evening, and on their arrival in the village stirred up the town constable.
"Will you go with us?" was the question.
"Both of you going?" was the counter-question.
"Yes."
"I'll go," said the constable promptly. "Ghost!" and he laughed scornfully. "I'll have him in the lockup by morning."
"No shooting, now," warned Weston. "There must be somebody back of this somewhere; we understand that, but there is no crime that we know of. The worst is possibly trespa.s.sing."
"I'll get him all right," responded the constable, who still remembered the experience where blood-warm blood-had been thrown in his face. "And I'm not so sure there isn't a crime."
That night about ten the three men went into the dark, forbidding house and took a station on the stairs where Hatch had sat when he saw the THING-whatever it was. There they waited. The constable moved nervously from time to time, but neither of the others paid any attention to him.
At last the-the THING appeared. There had been a preliminary sound as of something running across the floor, then suddenly a flaming figure of white seemed to grow into being in the reception-room. It was exactly as Hatch had described it to The Thinking Machine.
Dazed, stupefied, the three men looked, looked as the figure raised a hand, pointing toward them, and wrote a word in the air-positively in the air. The finger merely waved, and there, floating before them, were letters, flaming letters, in the utter darkness. This time the word was: "Death."
Faintly, Hatch, fighting with a fear which again seized him, remembered that The Thinking Machine had asked him if the handwriting was that of a man or woman; now he tried to see. It was as if drawn on a blackboard, and there was a queer twist to the loop at the bottom. He sniffed to see if there was an odor of any sort. There was not.
Suddenly he felt some quick, vigorous action from the constable behind him. There was a roar and a flash in his ear; he knew the constable had fired at the THING. Then came the cry and laugh-almost a laugh of derision-he had heard them before. For one instant the figure lingered and then, before their eyes, faded again into utter blackness. Where it had been was nothing-nothing.
The constable's shot had had no effect.
IV.
Three deeply mystified men pa.s.sed down the hill to the village from the old house. Ernest Weston, the owner, had not spoken since before the-the THING appeared there in the reception-room, or was it in the library? He was not certain-he couldn't have told. Suddenly he turned to the constable.
"I told you not to shoot."
"That's all right," said the constable. "I was there in my official capacity, and I shoot when I want to."
"But the shot did no harm," Hatch put in.
"I would swear it went right through it, too," said the constable, boastfully. "I can shoot."
Weston was arguing with himself. He was a cold-blooded man of business; his mind was not one to play him tricks. Yet now he felt benumbed; he could conceive no explanation of what he had seen. Again in his room in the little hotel, where they spent the remainder of the night, he stared blankly at the reporter.
"Can you imagine any way it could be done?"
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