In the course of the afternoon he dropped in at his old newspaper office with the object of seeing the boys and trying to get some special assignments on the Pacific Coast. In this latter endeavour he was more successful than he had dared hope, for the editor declared at once in favour of a series of articles on the Canadian training-camps in the vicinity of Vancouver, and even spoke1 of syndicating them.
Thus, when Dennis returned to the city-room, he was in hopeful vein2. Most of his old friends were still on the staff, with some new men; he said nothing about his marriage, or about his failure in Marshville, but stated that he had been called to the Pacific Coast on unexpected business, and let it go at that.
Then Margate entered, and gripped his hand with a shout. Margate was the "big man", who covered political conventions and topics of country-wide interest. It appeared that Margate had himself just returned from the Coast where he had been doing some big things with the moving-picture stars. Dennis retired3 into a corner with him, and in the course of their chat casually4 inquired:
"I suppose you never heard of a sea-captain out there by the name of Pontifex, did you? It's an odd sort of moniker——"
Margate grinned.
"Heard of him? I should say yes! He's the only chap I ever heard of who put it all over the motion-picture people. Why, they're yelling about it yet!"
"How's that?" asked Dennis in unaffected surprise.
"It seems this chap Pontifex owned an old whaling brig. She was laid up at San Pedro, in pretty bad shape, and the Greatorex people wanted to use her in a couple of scenarios6. So Pontifex leased her to them—savvy? About six months ago they got through with her—and then they discovered something. In his lease, Pontifex had slipped over a couple of jokers; they had to refit the old hooker from top to bottom and make her ready for sea. I forget how many thousands it cost them. I remember she was sent up to him at Vancouver, just before I came East, and everyone was slipping the laugh to the Greatorex folks at the way a whaling skipper had put it over them. And believe me, the job was done right! It takes a genius to manage a stunt7 like that nowadays."
"Then you don't know Pontifex personally?"
"Lord, no! What are you running down, anyhow? Is he a pirate?"
Dennis laughed. "I hope not. I've heard some things about him, though—good human-interest stuff for a magazine feature, if they're true. I'll look him up at Vancouver. What's the name of his ship?"
"The Pelican8. Say, if you're there any time, look up my brother; he's doing shipping9 stuff on The Vancouver Mail. He'll be glad to do the honours, and you might pick up some good dope from him."
When he left the office, Dennis sought the railroad office and bought tickets for himself and Florence to Vancouver, obtaining a compartment10; the money which Ericksen had given him, with what he had left of his own, proved quite sufficient. Then, encountering Margate and a couple more men from the office, he went to dinner with them. At seven o'clock he was on the way home to pack.
It had not been a highly romantic wedding-day, he reflected, either for himself or for Florence; but they would have a trip of four days in which to make up for that. The commissions for work at Vancouver were a tremendous aid to Dennis, keeping him from feeling that he was loafing on the job. The money, too, would help. And he anticipated no particular difficulty in getting work. He was one of the well-known men in his profession, and a place would be made for him; he was not a newspaper "tramp". He was not one of the shiftless or incompetent11 men-of-all-trades who seek the Coast as a haven12 of refuge. Already, in view of his unexpected marriage and the all-impelling faith of Florence, he had risen above the despondency induced by his Marshville venture.
He had obtained no information from Florence which could serve to throw any light upon Ericksen or Captain Pontifex; she had been entirely13 ignorant of what knowledge they wished to extract from her or from her paralysed father. Captain Hathaway's last ship, a freighter named the John Simpson, had been lost while en route from San Francisco to Vladivostok. She had gone down with all hands somewhere off the Aleuts, and with Captain Hathaway totally paralysed since his rescue it was unlikely that her story would ever be known.
As Tom Dennis packed together his few belongings14, with purchases which he had made that day, he blessed the girl who had that morning married him, and he swore savagely15 to himself that it would not be for worse, but for better. Not easily had he assented16 to her proposal; not easily had he grasped her reasons for making it; but now he realized the sheer truth which she had seen from the first. There was no danger whatever that he would be unable to provide the necessities of life. True, heart-trouble, of which he had never before been aware, had barred him from wearing a uniform; but this disease was a remote danger. His ability lay in his head, and he had no doubt about his ability to win a fair living wage. The paralytic17 Captain Hathaway would be in some ways a burden, but one which Tom Dennis cheerfully assumed.
"With faith in the future and in each other, we would have been fools not to marry!" he confided18 to his suitcase. "We'll pull through; and we'll make a tenfold better fight for having each other! I'm almost glad that the old Clarion19 went under——"
He did not hear his door open; nor did he hear the approach of a swift catlike form from the doorway20. He did, however, feel the draught21 from the open door. He half-turned; but he turned only to feel a crashing blow on the head.
Dumont stood over the prostrate22 figure, softly chuckling23, and stowed away the blackjack which had dealt the blow. The figure of Dennis lay motionless, arms outflung; his profile was visible against the rug, and the eyes were closed. His assailant eyed him for a moment, then stepped to the window and drew down the blind. A single electric bulb lighted the room.
Dumont returned to his victim. From his pocket he produced a handkerchief folded and padded with cotton. From another pocket he took a thin flat vial of chloroform which he poured heavily over the handkerchief; the fumes24 sickened the air. Then he knelt, and put a hand half under Dennis, feeling the heart.
"Good!" he muttered with an air of pride. He spoke in French, his voice low. "It was a good job. The bump on his head will not be observed. They will think it suicide."
And then sudden wild surprise and consternation25 convulsed his features. His left hand, beneath Dennis, was suddenly seized and twisted by iron fingers. Dumont, a startled oath on his lips, was pulled forward off his balance and fell headlong over his victim. Both bodies heaved madly.
Across the would-be assassin the big figure of Tom Dennis sprawled26 heavily. Dumont had been entirely taken by surprise. Dennis seized the handkerchief and clapped it over the face of his opponent.
The Frenchman fought. He struggled viciously, silently, desperately27; he struck with fists and nails and knees, biting at the hand which held the bandage across his mouth and nose.
"No use, my friend," said Dennis, speaking half-forgotten French. "You didn't hit quite hard enough."
The convulsive struggles of Dumont, held helpless by sheer weight, quieted into jerky movements. Tom Dennis knocked away the saturated28 handkerchief and turned the limp figure on its face. He shook out the handkerchief and knotted the wet linen29 about the wrists of Dumont. Then, weakly, he caught at a chair and pulled himself erect30.
Dennis felt deathly sick. That clip over the ear had been a shrewd one, and in the closed room the fumes of the narcotic31 reeked32 from the bottle which had spilled its entire contents on the floor. Dizzy and staggering, he groped his way to the window and flung it open. He knelt there, his head on the window-sill, bathing himself in the fresh air.
"A near thing!" he muttered. "A near thing!"
How long he lay there he did not know. The sickness, the nausea33, passed from him by slow degrees. He gingerly felt his head, finding that the skin was unbroken; a lump had already risen. His senses were still aswim when at length he rose to his feet.
The Frenchman was senseless, but was probably in no danger. Inspecting the man, Dennis remembered to have seen him entering the adjoining room that same evening. But what could have been the motive34 of this amazing assault by an utter stranger, a fellow lodger35 with whom he had never exchanged a word? It did not appear to be robbery, for Dumont was well-dressed. The rugged36 features of Tom Dennis grew hard and harsh as he gazed down, remembering the man's words. The chloroform had not been intended merely to knock him out; it had been intended to kill him! Why?
Stooping, he ran swiftly through the contents of Dumont's pockets. He found an automatic, the bluejack which had struck him and a thin keen knife. He found a wad of yellow-backed bills, which he stuck into his own pocket with a chuckle37. He found no letters, nothing else at all—except an envelope such as is issued at railroad ticket offices. In this envelope were two tickets—one the return half of a Vancouver-to-Chicago ticket, the other a one-way ticket from Chicago to Vancouver; and with them was the Pullman ticket calling for a compartment. The date was of this very day, the train that upon which Dennis himself was leaving! In the envelope, also, were two small brass38 keys.
Dropping into a chair, Tom Dennis frowned over these clues. Could the man have some connection with Ericksen—coming as he had from Vancouver, and being about to return there? Perhaps. Dennis suspected Ericksen, had suspected him from the first. But there was no obvious connection; there was no link of direct accusation39. Had Ericksen been behind this assault?
Manifestly this assassin had two tickets so that he could occupy a compartment alone. Why? For what purpose? At this thought Dennis went to his door, passed into the hall and went directly to the next door—that of Dumont's room. He found the room quite empty. Upon the bed was a small valise, but it contained nothing except linen and articles of travel.
"Blamed if I can account for it!" muttered Dennis, returning to his own room. "This fellow meant to bury me; that's certain. I'll keep his money as fair loot. About his two tickets and—hm! I'd better keep them too, and occupy that compartment occasionally. There may be something in it which will give me a clue. I'll do it."
He glanced at his watch, suddenly conscious that time had been passing. He was aghast to find that it was eight o'clock—and the train left at eight-thirty!
With a hasty ejaculation he caught up his suitcase, crammed40 it shut and after a last glance at the recumbent assassin turned out the light and ran downstairs to the hall telephone. He was too late to call for Florence now; she must catch a taxi to the station!
His first thought was to order a taxicab for himself; then he called up the school where Florence had been teaching. There ensued five minutes—a frantic41 five minutes—of delay before a cool woman's voice informed him that Miss Hathaway had departed some time before; a gentleman had called for her.
Dennis demanded a description of the man, and recognized Ericksen.
When the taxi appeared, Dennis flung himself into the cab and thrust a bill at the driver with orders to make the station regardless of traffic officers. He saw quite clearly, now, that Ericksen had planned this attempted murder; there was no proof of it, but he needed none. What was the reason behind it? This question maddened Dennis. Was Florence being abducted42? Such a thing seemed impossible and incredible, outside a movie scenario5.
When Dennis reached the station he had about three minutes left. He took the gate at a rush, showing his tickets hurriedly, and swung aboard the nearest open vestibule of the train just as the porters were picking up their stools.
He found that the compartment-car was up ahead. Since he had his own tickets, with that of Florence, she would certainly not be in their compartment, but probably in one of the Pullmans. So he started through the train, scrutinising each seat as he came to it.
Two cars ahead, he came suddenly upon Florence, who was alone. She sprang up with a glad cry, and Dennis saw that she had been weeping.
"Oh—I knew you'd make it, after all, Tom!" she broke out, her hands going to his.
Dennis stooped and touched her lips with his.
"All right now, old girl," he said, not bothering for an explanation of her words. "Where's Ericksen?"
"He just went forward to arrange about our tickets, he said."
Dennis beckoned43 to the porter who was approaching. He gave the darky the number of his own compartment and ordered Florence's grips taken there; then he turned to his wife.
"Now, Mrs. Dennis," he said, chuckling as she flushed at the name, "you go to that compartment and wait until I show up, will you please? I have a little business with Mr. Ericksen—and it won't wait a minute!"
"Is anything wrong? Your note—it said that you might make the train——"
Dennis took from her hand a folded note and glanced at it. Then he thrust it into his pocket and patted her shoulder.
"I'll be along presently, dear. No, nothing wrong! I have some good news for you, too—got some assignments out West. I'll meet you in a few minutes."
Leaving his grip and a coin with the porter, Tom Dennis rushed forward. When he gained the compartment-car, he consulted Dumont's tickets and found that the latter had engaged Compartment Six. Dennis went directly to this compartment and knocked. The voice of Ericksen bade him enter. He threw open the door and stepped inside the little room.
"Well!" Dennis closed the door behind him and stood, smiling. "Expecting your friend, are you? He's not coming, Boatswain Joe."
There was no doubt about it; Ericksen was hard hit. He stared at Dennis, his mouth agape, his light-blue eyes wide-set.
"Strike me blind," he affirmed, huskily, "if it ain't you!"
"You win. What are you doing in this compartment?"
"Who—me? Why, matey, I was lookin' for the skipper of this here train, and I pops in here for a bit of a smoke, out of the way and quiet! And where might you have come from, matey? I thought you weren't coming along, this cruise."
"What made you think that?" demanded Dennis.
"Why, strike me blind!" stated Ericksen with energy. "Didn't that there swab give me your note sayin' you wouldn't show up?"
Tom Dennis was staggered by this defence.
"What note are you talking about? The one you gave Mrs. Dennis?"
"Aye, that and t'other one! Give 'em to me, he did, and said you wouldn't show up. The note said the same thing, and asked me to call for Mrs. Dennis, see? Well, I done it—and this here is the thanks I get!"
"What kind of a man gave you the notes?"
Ericksen was sweating profusely44. At this question he screwed up his eyes and bit on his pipe-stem in thought.
"Well," he answered at length, "a sort o' rakish craft, he was, with little what-d'ye-call-'ems of moustaches, and looked like a dago."
That answered to the description of the assassin, and Dennis hesitated under the impact of a sudden thought.
What if that Frenchman had not been an accomplice45 of Ericksen at all—but an enemy, with some ulterior purpose at work behind his actions? There was as much in favour of this theory as of the other.
"See here, Ericksen!" Dennis met the light-blue gaze with a frowning level scrutiny46. "If your story's true, that same man who gave you the fake message—for it was a fake—tried to murder me about an hour ago. He had a ticket to this compartment, and a return-trip ticket from here to Vancouver in his pocket. Do you know him?"
"Know him? Not me!" asserted Boatswain Joe virtuously47. "Did you give him to the police?"
Dennis laughed grimly. "Worse than that. Well, do you know of anyone who might have followed you from Vancouver here? Have you any enemies?"
From Ericksen broke a sudden exclamation48. "Strike me blind! If you ain't hit it right on the head, you have! Somebody has smoked out the Skipper's game; that's what!"
"And what's the game?" snapped Dennis. At this the sailor wagged his head.
"Can't tell that. 'Mind your jaw-tackle, Boatswain,' says the Skipper. It's got to do with Miss Hathaway—I mean Mrs. Dennis—and her father. It ain't for me to say. But there's money in it, and somebody's smoked it out—strike me blind if they ain't!"
"Then why should that fellow have tackled me, instead of you?"
Again Ericksen wagged his head. "Can't tell you that! Didn't you make the blighter talk?"
"He was in no condition to talk when I got through with him," returned Dennis, and the sailor sighed—perhaps with relief.
Glancing about, Dennis saw only one article of luggage in the compartment—a small square suitcase, obviously new, and very well made. It lacked any mark of identification. Beyond doubt it belonged to the assassin.
"That was here when you dropped in for a smoke?" demanded Dennis, pointing at it.
Ericksen surveyed the square suitcase with surprise. "Must ha' been!"
From his pocket Tom Dennis produced the two small keys which the assassin had carried. He fitted one of them to the lock of the square suitcase; it worked. Meantime, Ericksen was watching him with ill-concealed anxiety.
Throwing back the lid of the square suitcase Dennis saw that it contained nothing except a small phonograph and half a dozen very large records. The labels on the records proclaimed them to be grand-opera selections. Frowning thoughtfully, Dennis closed and locked the suitcase.
"I'll take this along. You might as well keep this compartment, Ericksen—I took that scoundrel's tickets; here they are. You'll find this place more comfortable than a berth49. And you needn't mention to Mrs. Dennis what's happened. It might only worry her. I fancy we've given your friends the slip entirely, eh? Sorry I suspected you at first."
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