Part 22 (2/2)

Saxton summoned his cook, and nothing more was said until Brooke had finished his meal. Then his host looked at him as they sat beside the crackling stove.

”Isn't it 'bout time you made a move at the Canopus?” he said. ”So far as you have gone, you have only spoiled my hand. You didn't go there to build Devine flumes and dams.”

”In point of fact, I rather think I did. The difficulty, however, is that I am still unable to get into the mine. I have invented several excuses, which did not work, already. n.o.body except the men who get the ore is even allowed to look at the workings.”

A little gleam crept into Saxton's eyes. ”Now, it seems to me that Devine has struck it rich, or he wouldn't be so concerned particular.

It's quite plain that he doesn't want everybody to know what he's getting out of the Canopus. It's only a mine that's paying folks think of jumping.”

”Has it struck you that he might wish to sell it, and be taking precautions for exactly the opposite reason?”

Saxton made a little gesture of approval, though he shook his head. ”You show you have a little sense now and then, but there's nothing in that view,” he said. ”Is a man going to lay out dollars on dams and wire-rope slings when he knows that none of them will be any use to him?”

”I think he might. That is, if he wanted investors, who could be induced to take it off his hands, to hear of it.”

”The point is that he has only to put the Canopus into the market, and they'd pile down the dollars now.”

”Still, it is presumably our business, and not Devine's, you purposed to talk about.”

Saxton nodded. ”Then we'll start in,” he said. ”You can't get into the mine, and it has struck me that if you could your eyes wouldn't be as good as a compa.s.s and a measuring-chain. Well, that brings us to the next move. When Devine left Vancouver a week ago, he took up a tin case he keeps the plans and patents of the Canopus in with him. You needn't worry about how I'm sure of this, but I am. Those papers will tell us all we want to know.”

”I have no doubt they would. Still, I don't see that we are any nearer getting over the difficulty. Devine is scarcely likely to show them me.”

”You'll have to lay your hands upon the case. It's in the ranch.”

Brooke's face flushed, and for a moment his lips set tight, while he closed one hand as he looked at his confederate. Then he spoke on impulse, ”I'll be hanged if I do!”

Saxton, who had, perhaps, expected the outbreak, regarded him with a little sardonic smile.

”Now,” he said, quietly, ”you'll listen to me, and put aside those notions of yours for a while. I've had about enough of them already.

Devine robbed you--once--and he has taken dollars out of my pocket a good many times, while I can't see any great difference between glancing at another man's papers and crawling into his mine. We're not going to take the Canopus from him anyway--it would be too big a deal--but we have got to find out enough to put the screw on him. You don't owe him anything, for you're building those flumes and dams cheaper than he would get it done by anybody else.”

Brooke sat silent a s.p.a.ce, with the blood still in his cheeks and one hand closed. He was sensible of a curious disgust, and yet it was evident that his confederate was right. There was, after all, no great difference between the scheme suggested and what he had already been willing to do, and yet he was sensible that it was not that fact which chiefly influenced him, for Saxton had done wisely when he hinted at Barbara Heathcote's supposit.i.tious fondness for the naval officer.

Brooke had already endeavored to contemplate the likelihood of something of this kind happening, with equanimity, and there was nothing incredible about the story. The men of the Pacific Squadron were frequently in Victoria, and steamers crossed to Vancouver every day; but now probability had changed to what appeared to be certainty, he was sensible almost of dismay. At the same time, the restraint which had counted most with him was suddenly removed, and he turned to Saxton with a little decisive gesture. He certainly owed Devine nothing, and his confederate had, when he needed it badly, shown him what he fancied was, in part, at least, genuine kindness.

”Well,” he said, ”I will do what I can.”

”Then,” said Saxton, drily, ”you had better do it soon. Devine goes across to the Sumas valley, where he's selling land, every now and then, and I have reason for believing he's expected there not later than next week. I guess he's not likely to take that case with him. It's quite a big one. You'll get hold of it, and find out what we want to know, as soon as he's gone.”

”The question is--How am I to manage it? You wouldn't expect me to pick the lock of his safe, presumably?”

Saxton, who appeared reflective, quite failed to notice the irony of the inquiry. ”Well,” he said, ”if I figured I could do it, I guess I wouldn't let that stand in my way. Still, I'm not sure that he has any, and it's even chances he keeps the case under some books or truck of that kind in the room he has fixed up as office at the ranch. You see, the dollars for the men come straight up from Vancouver every pay-day.”

Brooke straightened himself in his chair, with a little shake of his shoulders. ”Now,” he said, ”we'll talk of something else. This isn't particularly pleasant. I had, of course, realized before I came out that one might find it necessary to follow an occupation he had no particular taste for in the Dominion of Canada, which is, it seems, the home of the adaptable man who can accustom himself to anything, but I really never expected that I should consider it an admissible thing to steal my employer's papers. That, however, is not the question. Give me a cigar, and tell me how you purpose stimulating the progress of this great province when you get into the Legislature.”

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