"I don't know," said Nick simply.
"Madame Ree?"
"Perhaps."
The chief shook his head. "That was no woman's work, Nick. The murderer was a man, and a strong man. But I'd like to hear what has induced you to come to the conclusion that Gabriel Leonard is innocent."
"I believe him to be innocent of the murder of Dashwood, but guilty of other crimes. Your assumption, chief, that circumstances may have arisen sufficiently2 strong to make Leonard murder the husband of his daughter does not appeal to me. I believe that Leonard would have defied Madame Ree, no matter what her hold on him may be, rather than commit a murder, particularly the murder of a man whom he respected, and who was dearly loved by Leonard's daughter, for whom Leonard would sacrifice much. But, however much he might sacrifice, whatever he might do within the law or without the law, he would never commit an act that[60] would plunge3 her into the depths of sorrow. It is—I hope you will pardon me, chief—preposterous to suppose it.
"We have evidence that he held in his hands the instrument with which murder was probably done. But that is not proof that he did the deed. He may have wrested4 it from the real murderer. Madame Ree was there, on the evidence of the brooch. She is a strong woman, a regular Amazon. I believe she would commit murder to obtain even a much less sum than twenty thousand dollars. She may have murderously assaulted Dashwood. She may have dealt the fatal blow, have prepared to deal another, to find her hand arrested by Leonard, just come upon the scene. Then what would likely follow? I am not maintaining that I am giving you a theory which I look upon as convincing; I am only putting a case that seems to me more reasonable than the one you have outlined.
"Let me assume for the moment that Madame Ree did kill John Dashwood, and that Gabriel Leonard witnessed the deed. Would he feel like giving her into custody5? I don't think so. There was not only the chance that he would be deeply involved—perhaps the woman might prefer a countercharge, accuse him, in fact, of the murder—but there was also the fact that Dashwood was dead, and that no proceedings6 could bring him to life. Let us suppose, further, that Leonard, accepting the situation thus forced upon him, allowed the woman to keep fifteen out of the twenty thou[61]sand dollars taken from the dead man's person, on the promise of immediately leaving town never to return.
"Now let us suppose that, although the locality was out of the way and is not patrolled by the police, they feared, in their excitement, to return to town in the usual way. The boat was in plain sight. They took it, rowed down the river some distance, went ashore7, and turned the boat adrift. The murder must have been committed not far from ten o'clock, probably an hour before I arrived on the wharf8 and half an hour before Filbon got there. Leonard reached home after three o'clock, so he must have had a three or four hours' walk. He could have covered ten or twelve miles in that time.
"As to Leonard's absence, or flight, that may be explained in this way: This morning he arose, after a few hours' sleep, if he slept at all, with his daughter occupying all his thoughts. She must come home, and to have her arrive by the first train leaving Chicago he must wire her at once. Filled with this idea, he hurried down-town, not thinking of the evidence he had left behind. If he thought of it while in town, he may have considered it wholly unlikely that he would be suspected, for who could possibly know of his dealings with Madame Ree? But the conversation I had with him in his office this forenoon may have excited his fears. Just before I left him he said he was going home for lunch. He did not do so. I think he was afraid to go home. But he stayed for the inquest.
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"He may have feared that he was running desperate chances in remaining, but, at the same time, he must have felt that his absence would arouse suspicion, if no suspicion existed before, and that the start in daylight which he would have to make would not be sufficient to insure his escape. But as soon as he had given his testimony9 he left town. I know that this action of his, this fear of the result of possible discoveries at his house, leaves a presumption10 that he is deeper in the mire11 than I would have you believe him to be, yet I still stick to my belief that he did not kill John Dashwood. He has disappeared under very suspicious circumstances, but the cause is something unconnected with the death of his son-in-law."
"Have you formed an opinion as to what the cause is?" asked the chief.
"Not a decided12 opinion, but I have some ideas, which are not yet in shape for explanation. Probably by to-morrow I may speak of them. But we must find Leonard, if possible. There is a double secret in this case, and he holds the key."
Nick Carter had given a theory for the chief to ponder over, but, as he intimated, it was not one in which, as a whole, he fully13 believed. Strange ideas had come into his head during the afternoon and evening, and he longed for the presence of Chick, in order that he might have assistance in working them out.
The morning came, and Gabriel Leonard did not appear. A police officer had been stationed near the[63] manufacturer's house, with instructions to make the arrest should Leonard come home during the day.
The noon train of the B. & O. brought Chick. He was met at the depot14 by Nick, and together they proceeded to the great detective's rooms on Jefferson Avenue.
Once there and seated, Nick went over the case which involved the disappearance15 of John Dashwood, and the connection with it of Gabriel Leonard and Madame Ree.
Chick listened with eager attention.
"It seems a clear case against Leonard," he said.
"Yes, at first blush it does. It is too plain to suit me."
After giving the reasons, as stated to the chief of police, for disbelieving that Leonard had murdered John Dashwood, Nick said:
"Outside of the improbability, on account of relationship by marriage, and so forth16, of Leonard's killing17 Dashwood, there is the further circumstance that he did not, upon his arrival home in the early morning, attempt to conceal18 the evidences of his crime. A man guilty of the murder of John Dashwood, no matter how satisfied he may have been in respect of his security from suspicion, would not have allowed the clay-stains to remain on the trousers, nor the telltale handkerchief to remain in his closet. And he would never have permitted these incriminating letters and notes to stay in his desk. No, my boy, Leonard is not the man. He[64] had not upon his head the guilt1 of his son-in-law's death when he went up-town early yesterday morning."
"But, Nick, ought he not to have feared, from what he knew of the night's happenings, that, though innocent, he might be suspected? And would not that suspicion have caused him to take the precaution to put out of the way evidence that would associate him with the crime?"
"Not at the time. He arose early to send off that telegram to his daughter. His conscience was clear of the guilt of Dashwood's murder, and when he left the house he had not arrived at a sober idea of the situation. And I can imagine another reason which could explain why he acted as he did, and we will immediately proceed to test the theory which it raises. Have you had your breakfast?"
"Yes."
"Then you must begin work at once. You must go down the river."
"In a boat?"
"No. Get a rig. I'll explain on our way to the livery-stable."
Nick saw Chick off, and then went to the chief's office. No trace of the missing boat had been found, and the chief was now of opinion that it had been scuttled19 and sunk. Nick coincided with this view.
"Oh," said the chief, "here is something for you, a letter. It came this morning, in my care. Looks like a woman's handwriting."
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Nick tore open the envelope, which bore the East St. Louis postmark, and found a note which contained these words:
"Nick Carter: You are on a wrong scent20. Give up the pursuit of Gabriel Leonard, wait two days, and the truth will come out. You well know I have no love for you, but in this case I am willing to act fairly. You are making a mountain out of a mole-hill. This is all. I have made arrangements to leave, and will be hundreds of miles away when you receive this. Be guided by my advice, and you will live to thank me. C. R."
Having read the note, Nick handed it to the chief.
"H'm. She is very mysterious, whoever she is, Nick. 'C. R.' Do you know what the initials mean?"
"Then she is mixed up in this affair, sure enough. But do you believe what she says in the note?"
"I'll answer you in a moment. First, I would like to look at that blackmailing22 letter which she wrote to Leonard."
The chief opened a drawer, found the letter and gave it to Nick, who compared the writing with the writing on the note.
"A very good imitation," he said, after a few minutes, "and likely to deceive any one except an expert."
"Then Madame Ree did not write it?"
"No. It was written by Gabriel Leonard. Just what I might have expected."
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"What is his little game? I confess I am puzzled."
"It is a waiting game, chief. There is more in this case than has appeared on the surface. By the way, have you heard from Mrs. Dashwood to-day?"
"No."
"Call up the house and ask her if she has heard either from her father or her husband. It is not likely that she has heard from her husband, but her father may have written."
Mrs. Dashwood responded to the call, and, in answer to questions, said that her father had written from Madison, and had stated that Mr. Dashwood would return home in a few days. Leonard himself might not be able, on account of pressing business, to return before his son-in-law arrived.
The chief passed his hand slowly over his forehead. "What are we up against?" he said, with a puzzled look at Nick. "I have it," he continued, as a thought struck him. "Leonard is keeping his daughter in the dark out of regard for her feelings. She will stay fooled until her father has either been arrested or has left the country."
Nick was toying with the note purporting23 to have come from Madame Ree, and did not reply.
When he did speak, it was not in relation to anything the chief had said. "Who among the business men of St. Louis would be likely to know the names and addresses of Leonard's closest friends?"
"Jasper Swayne, the insurance-broker. He was once[67] associated with Leonard in business, and has been intimate with him ever since Leonard came to town. His office is in Pine Street."
Nick got the number from the directory, and in a short time was seated in Swayne's office, talking with that gentleman. What he learned made him anxious to see Chick, who, however, would not probably report before evening.
At Olive and Broadway, Nick took a car. As there was a crowd inside, he rode on the platform. While the car was passing Twentieth Street he saw a man standing24 at the edge of the sidewalk, who, at sight of the detective, wheeled quickly and walked rapidly down Twentieth Street. The man was Carroll Slack, who had been a deputy in the San Francisco county jail at the time of the escape of James Dorrant. He had been in love with Madame Reesey before the events which had culminated25 in the death of Dorrant, and his presence in St. Louis at this time was, to Nick's mind, a suspicious circumstance. Although he had not been criminally implicated26 in the crimes which the great detective had unearthed27 while he was in the Pacific-coast metropolis28, Nick had looked upon him as of weak moral fiber29, one who could be easily led astray by a beautiful, designing woman.
The detective motioned to the conductor, the car stopped, and pursuit at once began. Slack kept up his rapid walk to Chestnut30 Street, then turned into it and went north. Nick reached the corner just in time to see Slack disappear through a small opening at the[68] farther end of a high board fence enclosing a large vacant lot, back of some business buildings fronting on Market Street, opposite the union Depot.
There might be a trap in store, but Nick, in view of the importance of the pursuit, determined31 to risk the danger. He came to the opening just as Slack was entering the door of a wooden lean-to of one of the brick buildings. From his observation of the locality taken while passing the block many times, either on his way to the depot or the court buildings, Nick was satisfied that his quarry32 had gone into an unoccupied section of the block. The rooms, sandwiched between a cheap hotel and a ticket-scalper's office, had been the headquarters of a band of fakers, whose operations, not coming within the limits of the law, had been summarily discountenanced by the police.
There was the possibility, which, on account of the former deputy jailer's good record, had in it strong elements of reason, that Slack was really trying to evade33 Nick Carter, and that he hoped by darting34 through the vacant rooms to slip through to Market Street, and on into one of the near-by hotels or saloons, where backway exit to safety might be found.
Nick opened the door of the lean-to, and entered what had been intended for a kitchen. Probably the rooms had last been put to legitimate35 use by a restaurateur. There was no one in the room, and Nick, without a moment's pause, hurried toward another, the middle room beyond, the door of which was partly open. At the thresh[69]old he stopped and struck the door a resounding36 blow, which caused it to fly backward against the wall. Nothing of a suspicious nature met his gaze. The room, as far as he could see, was bare. While walking slowly in, so as to guard against possible surprise from some unexpected quarter, a heavy body struck him on the shoulders and back, and he was borne violently to the floor. Over the door was a wide shelf, and from that shelf a man had leaped. The suddenness, as well as the force of the assault, caught Nick without that tension of mind and muscle which is of such efficacy at critical times.
For a moment he lay flat upon his stomach, the while his adversary37 was reaching to grasp his windpipe. Then, with a mighty38 effort, Nick Carter called all his wonderful strength into play. With one hand planted on the floor, he turned sidewise, made a sudden twist, and flung Slack off. But the former deputy jailer was as quick in movements as a cat, and he rolled over and clutched Nick about the waist before the detective could make an offensive move. The two instantly became locked in a deadly embrace. Nick was the more powerful and scientific, but Slack was a strong man, and he fought as if for his life.
He soon gained an advantage, but it was not lasting39. Nick, upon Slack's initial onslaught, had sprained40 his ankle, and the San Franciscan, in exerting all his energies to bring the detective's back to the floor, unintentionally pressed his legs against the injured member,[70] twisting it so that Nick, in the intensity41 of his pain, slightly relaxed his hold, and was rolled over in consequence.
The detective fell face upward, and upon the instant that he reached that position his hands went up and grasped Slack by the throat. As the grip tightened42, Slack struck out blindly, but his hands soon grew nerveless, while his eyes began to start from their sockets43. At the right moment Nick, with a supreme44 effort, raised himself and threw his enemy backward, and the next instant was sitting on the man's chest.
"Give up?" he asked.
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