Part 29 (1/2)
”Juanita told you? Oh, it was dreadful! But Mr. Weir has brought me home safe.”
Dr. Hosmer too agitated to speak reached out and grasped the engineer's hand, pressing it fervently.
At about that moment three men sat in the rear of Vorse's saloon. The shades were drawn and the front part of the long room was dark. Only a dull light burned where they sat. They were talking in low tones, with long pauses, with worried but determined, savage faces--Vorse, Burkhardt, Sorenson.
”Where the devil is she, that's what I want to know!” Burkhardt growled. ”I've been over twice and looked through a window. Doc was there.”
”She's in bed and asleep, probably,” Sorenson said.
”I don't believe it. The old man would be in the sheets himself if that were the case. Didn't I call up twice by 'phone too? She was out, they said.”
”Couldn't do much with her father there, anyway. We've got to get the paper by soft talk,” Vorse commented. ”I still half believe Martinez was lying when he said it had been in that old chair. She couldn't have got to the office and away in the hour or two before he told without some one seeing her, and no one did so far as we can learn. We locked the door too the second time we went back and it hasn't been opened since; and we were there ten minutes after our first visit when we learned the papers weren't among those in his pocket. I think he's got it cached away somewhere still.”
”Then we'll give him another dose of our medicine.”
”If I know anything about men, he told the truth,” Sorenson said.
”Well, if the girl has it, we've got to get it from her if I have to wring her neck to do it.” It was Burkhardt's inflamed utterance.
A pause followed.
”Sorenson, your boy is engaged to her,” Vorse stated.
”Yes.”
”Then it's up to him to get it first thing in the morning. Maybe it goes against the grain to let him know about this business of the past, but it ain't going to knock him over; he's no fool, he's a wise bird, he understands that a good many things are done in business that aren't advertised. He knows we weren't missionaries in the old days.
And she'll hand it over for him when she might not for any one else.”
”That's right, Sorenson,” Burkhardt affirmed, his scowling face visibly clearing.
”Ed went away somewhere this evening, that's the only drawback to your scheme. Said something about Bowenville and catching the night train to Santa Fe, and that he might be gone maybe a couple of days and maybe a week.”
”h.e.l.l!” Burkhardt exploded, in consternation.
Vorse however remained cool.
”Then you must start telegrams to head him off, start them the instant you get home. Telephone to Bowenville the message you want sent and have the operator dispatch it to all trains going both ways since early evening, in order to make sure. If you can reach him within two or three hours, wherever he is, he can hop off, catch a train back and be here by to-morrow evening. Make your message urgent. And meanwhile we'll do what we can to get hold of that paper. At any rate we can keep her from seeing Weir. If we have to watch her we'll do it; and if we have to stop her from going to the dam we'll do that someway too. You might invite her over to-morrow to spend the day at your house.”
”Do you think she'll be likely to come if she reads that doc.u.ment?”
the banker inquired coldly.
”Why not? Tell her right off the bat that the thing is a lie and a forgery and that you want to explain about how it was made. She might fall for that and carry the doc.u.ment to you. She's always had a good opinion of you, hasn't she?”
”Yes.”
”Then why should she change at a mere story.”