Part 38 (1/2)

”And you won't tell me any more at present?”

”I cannot. But on Sat.u.r.day afternoon, if you will come to me alone, you shall know all.”

”Very well.”

”And one thing more, Porter. I am going to do you and your family a great favor.”

”Well?”

”I am a poor man. I could have made money out of my remedies had I charged as some physicians do, but instead I wished to aid humanity, and so sold my priceless medicines for a song. Yes, I am poor, sir, and I need money. If I aid you----” Hooker Montgomery paused suggestively.

”If you really do me a favor, you shall be well paid for it, Doctor Montgomery,” replied Dave, promptly.

”You mean that?” And now the doctor's voice took on a sudden note of keen interest.

”I do.”

”They tell me your folks are rich.”

”We are well off.”

”Ah, ahem! Very good! Then if I do a very great favor for you probably you will--er--appreciate it.”

”Yes, sir.”

”Then it is settled, Porter, and I shall look for you about three o'clock on Sat.u.r.day sure. And you are to come entirely alone.”

”I understand. But, listen, Doctor Montgomery,” went on Dave, and his voice grew stern. ”There is to be no underhanded work in this. If there is--well, you'll get the worst of it.”

”Oh, no; nothing of that sort, I can a.s.sure you, sir! You have absolutely nothing to fear,” answered the man hurriedly, but his eyes were rather s.h.i.+fty as he spoke.

”All right, I'll be on hand,--if I can get away.”

They had now gained a crossroads, and here the doctor halted. He looked at Dave as if on the point of speaking again, then simply jerked his head in an attempted dignified fas.h.i.+on, and hurried off, around a bend and out of sight.

It would be hard to a.n.a.lyze Dave's feelings as he proceeded on his errand to Oakdale. He wondered if Doctor Montgomery was acting on his own account or for Merwell and Jasniff, and he also wondered what the mysterious letters and doc.u.ments and photographs could be. Was it possible that Laura had once given her photograph to Merwell, or had it taken when in that rascal's company? If the latter was true, Merwell would know that the Porters would give a good deal to get the picture, and have the negative destroyed.

”Perhaps it is only a scheme to get me to Rockville and to some place where Jasniff and Merwell can lay hands on me,” he mused. ”They'd like nothing better than to black my eyes and pound me to a jelly. If I go there alone I'll have to keep my eyes wide open.”

Then Dave remembered what the doctor had said about being a poor man and needing money. Perhaps the fellow thought to ”bleed him,” not only in the interest of Jasniff and Merwell, but also for himself.

”He'll not get a cent out of me unless he has something of real value to turn over to me,” Dave decided. ”If it's only a blackmailing scheme, he'll find me as sharp as himself.” He could make nothing of the fact that the doctor had at first tried to avoid him.

He was half tempted to tell Roger and Phil about the affair, but at last decided to see it through alone. If there really was something in it about private letters and photographs he would prefer that his chums know nothing of it.

All that evening and throughout Friday, Dave was very thoughtful. His chums noticed it, and Roger and Phil both asked what was wrong.

”Nothing wrong,” he answered, with a faint smile.