Part 34 (1/2)

”Now, Patsy,” he said, ”you and I will make a change. You will play the part of old Turner, and I will play the part of Handsome. It is necessary for what we have to do.”

Nick first dressed himself in the outer clothes that Handsome had removed; and then he sent Patsy into the other part of the cave to put on the clothing he had taken off--the suit that he had worn as old Turner; and, while Patsy was making the change, he was himself busily engaged in removing the white beard and hair that he had been wearing.

It will not be necessary to describe in detail this operation; it is sufficient to say that the two detectives worked steadily for a long time; and that when at last they were through with what they were doing, Nick had a.s.sumed the personality of Handsome, and Patsy was transformed into what Nick had been--old Bill Turner.

When everything was in readiness, he saw to it once more that the bonds which held his two prisoners were sufficiently secure, and that there was no possibility of their escaping; and he went so far as to fasten them to the opposite walls, so that they could not crawl within reach of each other, and make use of their teeth; and then he turned to Patsy, who was now, to all outward appearance, old Bill Turner.

”Come along, Bill,” he said, exactly imitating the voice of Handsome--so that Handsome grinned in spite of himself. ”We have got a lot to do yet, and it will be daylight before we know it.”

They pa.s.sed outside then, into the corridor of the cavern, and when Nick had shut the big rock in place over the entrance, he wedged the small stone under it, so that it could not be moved from the inside.

”There,” he said. ”Even if they should get loose, which is not at all likely, they could not get out. And if they yell themselves hoa.r.s.e, n.o.body could hear them. Come on. We've got a lot of work cut out for us.”

”What is there to do first?” asked Patsy.

”The first thing is to return to the cabins in the valley, and find out what time it is. Oh, there is a watch in those clothes. Look at it. What time is it?”

”Half-past two,” replied Patsy, imitating the broken voice of the old man to perfection.

”That's good, Patsy. I refer to your imitation. You will not have to use it much--possibly not at all; but it is as well to be perfect in your part all the same. I think we will have time enough for what we have to do if we hurry.”

He led the way rapidly then, back to the valley, where some of the searchers had already returned, and he found them grouped around the exit, when they issued from the cave.

But when they attempted to address him, believing him to be Handsome, he returned no reply, for he had seen Handsome ignore them utterly many times; but it was Cremation Mike who stepped forward in front of them as they approached the cabin in which Madge was supposed to live.

”Any luck?” he demanded surlily.

”No,” replied Nick, stopping for a moment.

”Look here, Handsome, if that fellow is gone for good, do you suppose that Madge will do what she said she would?”

”What was that, Mike?”

”Hang me in his place?”

”I shouldn't wonder if she did.”

”Say, Handsome, can't you say a word for me with her? Where is she? Can I see her?”

”You had better keep away from her,” suggested Nick.

”No; I want to see her. Take me to her, will you?”

”All right. Come along,” replied the detective, and so Cremation Mike fell in behind them, and followed them into the cabin where Madge was supposed to be.

But they were no sooner inside the house with the door closed than Nick wheeled in his tracks, and grasped Mike by the throat, and then struck him with his fist over the temple. The result was that Cremation Mike sank to the floor without a sound, and was speedily bound and gagged.

”That's one,” said the detective grimly. ”There are a good many more, Patsy.”