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restraint of tone. “The pal I trusted--the pal I turned everything over
to--the pal who double-crossed me in every way!”
“Joe Ellison!” gasped Jimmie, suddenly as ghastly as a dead man. “I--I
didn't know you were out.”
“I'm out, all right. But I'll probably go in again for what I'm going to
do to you! And you there”--turning on Barney--“you're got up enough like
a professional dancer to be the Barney Palmer I've heard of!”
“What business is it of yours who I am?” Barney tried to bluster.
“Perhaps you won't mind introducing yourself.”
“I'm the man who's going to settle with you and Old Jimmie Carlisle! Is
that introduction enough. If not, then I'm Joe Ellison, the father of
this girl here you call Maggie Carlisle and Maggie Cameron, that you two
have made into a crook.”
“Your daughter!” exclaimed Barney in stupefaction. “Why, she's Jimmie
Carlisle's--”
“He's always passed her off as such; that much I've learned. Speak
up, Jimmie Carlisle! Whose daughter is this girl you've turned into a
crook?”
“Your daughter, Joe,” stammered Old Jimmie. “But about my making her
into a crook--you're--you're all wrong there.”
“So she's not a crook, and you didn't make her one?” demanded Joe with
the calm of unexploded dynamite whose fuse is sputtering. “I left you
about twelve or fifteen hundred a year to bring her up on--as a decent,
respectable girl. That's twenty-five or thirty a week. If she's not a
crook, how can she on twenty-five a week have all the swell clothes
I've seen her in, and be living in a suite like this that costs from
twenty-five to fifty a day? And if she isn't a crook, why is she mixed
up with two such crooks as you? And if she isn't a crook, why is she in
a game to trim young Dick Sherwood?”
The two men started and wilted at these driving questions. “But--but,
Joe,” stammered Old Jimmie, “you've gone out of your head. She's not in
any such game. She never even heard of any Dick Sherwood.”
“Cut out your lies, Jimmie Carlisle!” Joe ordered harshly. “We've got
something more to do here, the four of us, than to waste any time on
lies. And just to prove to you that your lies will be wasted, I'll lay
all my cards face up on the table. Since I got out I've been working for
the Sherwoods. Larry Brainard was working there before me, and got me
my job. I've seen this girl here--my daughter that you've made into a
crook--out there twice. Dick Sherwood was supposed to be in love with
her. At the end of this afternoon some officers came to the Sherwoods'
and arrested Larry Brainard. I was working outside, overheard what
was happening, and crept up on the porch. Officer Gavegan, who was in
charge, found a painting among Larry Brainard's things. Miss Sherwood
said that it was a picture of Miss Maggie Cameron who had been visiting
there, and I could see that it was. Officer Gavegan said it was a
picture of Maggie Carlisle, daughter of Jimmie Carlisle, and that she
was a crook. Larry Brainard, cornered, had to admit that Gavegan was
right. I guessed at once who Maggie Carlisle was, since she was just the
age my girl would have been and since you never had any children.
And that's how, Jimmie Carlisle, standing there outside the window,”
concluded the terrible voice of Joe Ellison, “I learned for the first
time that the baby I'd trusted with you to be brought up straight, and
that I believed was now happy somewhere as a nice, decent girl, you had
really brought up as your own daughter and trained to be a crook!”
Old Jimmie shrank back from Joe's blazing eyes; his mouth opened
spasmodically, but no words came therefrom. There was stupendous silence
in the room. Within the closet, Larry now understood that low, strange
sound he had heard on the Sherwoods' porch and which Gavegan and Hunt
had investigated. It had been the suppressed cry of Joe Ellison when
he had learned the truth--the difference between his dreams and the
reality. He could not imagine what that moment had been to Joe: the
swift, unbelievable knowledge that had seemed to be tearing his very
being apart.
Larry had an impulse to step out to Joe's side. But just as a little
earlier he had felt the scene had belonged to Maggie, he now felt that
this situation, the greatest in Joe's life, belonged definitely to Joe,
was almost sacredly Joe's own property. Also he felt that he was about
to learn many things which had puzzled him. Therefore he held himself
back, at the same time keeping his hold upon Red Hannigan.
During this moment of silence, while Larry was wondering what was going
to happen, his eyes also took in the figure of Maggie, all her powers
of action and expression still paralyzed by appalling consternation. He
understood, at least to a degree, what she was going through. He knew
this much of her plan: that she had intended to cut loose in some way
from Barney and Old Jimmie, and that she had intended that her father
should continue to cherish the dream that had been his happiness for so
long. And now her father had come upon her in the company of Barney and
Old Jimmie and in a situation whose every superficial circumstance was
such as to make him believe the worst of her!
Joe turned on the smartly dressed Barney. “I'll take you first, you
imitation swell, because I'm saving Jimmie Carlisle to the last!” went
on Joe's crunching voice. “I'm going to twist your damned neck for what
you've helped do to my girl, but if you want to say anything first, say
it.”
Barney's response was a swift movement of his right hand toward his
left armpit. But Barney Palmer, like almost all his kind, was a very
indifferent gunman; and he had no knowledge of the reputation for
masterful quickness that had been Joe Ellison's twenty years earlier.
Before his compact automatic was fairly out of its holster beneath his
armpit, it was in Joe Ellison's hands.
“I sized you up for that kind of rat and was watching you,” continued
Joe in his same awful grimness. “I'm not going to shoot you, unless you
make me. I'm going to twist that pretty neck of yours. But first, out
with anything you've got to say for yourself!”
“I haven't had anything to do with this business,” said Barney, trying
to affect a bold manner.
“You lie! I know that in this game against Dick Sherwood, in which you
used my girl, you were the real leader!”
“Well--even if I did use your girl, I only used her the way I found
her.”
“You lie again! I know how your kind work: cleverly putting crooked
ideas into girls' minds, and exciting their imagination, so they'll work
with you. Your case is closed.” He turned to his one-time friend. “What
have you got to say for yourself, Jimmie Carlisle?”
Old Jimmie believed that his last hour was come. He showed something
of the defiant, almost maniacal courage of a coward who realizes he can
retreat no farther.
“What I got to say, Joe Ellison,” he snarled in a sudden rage which
bared his yellow teeth, “is that I'm even with you at last!”
“Even with me? What for?”
“For the way you double-crossed me in nineteen-one in that Gordon
business. You never gave me a dime--said the thing had fallen down--yet
I know there was a big haul!”
“I told you the truth. That Gordon thing was a fizzle.”
“There's where you're lying! It was a clean-up! And I knew you'd been
cheating me out of my share in other deals!”
“You're absolutely wrong, Jimmie Carlisle. But if you thought that, why
didn't you have it out with me at the time?”
“Because I knew you would lie! You were a better talker than I was, and
since our outfit always sided with you, I knew I wouldn't have a chance
then. But I reasoned that if I kept quiet and kept on being your friend,
I'd get my chance to get even if I waited awhile. I waited--and I
certainly got my chance!”
“Go on, Jimmie Carlisle!”
And Old Jimmie went on--a startlingly different Old Jimmie, his pent-up
evil now loosed into quivering, malignant triumph; went on with the
feverish exultation of a twisted, perverted mind that has brooded
long over an imagined injustice, that has brooded greedily and long in
private over his revenge, and at last has his chance to gloat in the
open.
“When you were sent away, Joe Ellison, and turned over your daughter to
me with those orders about seeing that she was brought up as a decent
girl, I began to see the big chance I'd been waiting for. I asked
myself, What is the dearest thing in the world to Joe Ellison? The
answer was, this idea he'd got about his girl. I asked myself, What is
the biggest way I can get even with Joe Ellison? The answer was, to make
Joe Ellison believe all the time he's in stir that his girl is growing
up the way he wants her to be and yet to bring her up the exact thing he
didn't want her to be. And that's exactly what I did!”
“You--did--such a thing?” breathed Joe Ellison, almost incredulous.
“That's exactly what I did!” Old Jimmie went on, gloatingly. “It was
easy. No one knew you had a daughter, so I passed her off as my own baby
by a marriage I'd not told any one about. I saw that she always lived
among crooks, looked at things the way crooks do, and grew up with
no other thought than to be a crook. I never had an idea of using her
myself, till she began to look like such a good performer this last
year; and then my idea, no matter what Barney Palmer may have planned,
was to use her only in a couple of stunts. My main idea always was, when
you came out with your grand idea of what your girl had grown up to be,
for you suddenly to see your girl, and know her as your girl, and know
her to be a crook. That smash to you was the big thing to me--what I'd
planned for, and waited for. I didn't expect the blow-off to come like
this; I didn't expect to be caught in it when it did happen. But since
it has happened, well--There's your daughter, Joe Ellison! Look at her!
Look at what I've made her! I guess I'm even all right!”
“My God!” breathed Joe Ellison, staring at the lean face twisting with
triumphant malignancy. “I didn't think there could be such a man!”
He slowly turned upon Maggie. This was the first direct recognition he
had taken of her since his entrance.
“I don't suppose you can guess what your being what you are has meant
to me,” he began in a numbed tone which grew accusingly harsh as he
continued. “But I'd think that a daughter of mine, with such a mother,
would have had more instinctive sense than to have gone into such a game
with such a pair of crooks!”
“It's true--I have been what you think me--I did go into this thing
against Dick Sherwood,” Maggie responded in a voice that at first was
faltering, then that stumbled rapidly on in her eagerness to pour out
all the facts. “But--but Larry Brainard had kept after me--and finally
he made me see how wrong I was headed. And then, this afternoon, before
I spoke to you, Larry told me that you were my real father. When
I learned the truth--how I had been cheated out of being something
else--how I was the exact opposite of what you had wanted me to be and
believed me to be--I felt about it almost exactly as you feel about it.
I--I made up my mind to clear up at once all the wrong I was responsible
for--and then disappear in such a way that you'd never have your dream
of me spoiled. And so--and so this afternoon, after I left Cedar Crest,
I confessed the whole truth to Dick Sherwood--about our plan to cheat
him. And like the really splendid fellow he is, Dick Sherwood offered to
help me set straight the things I wanted to set straight. Particularly
to clear Larry Brainard. And so my being here as you find me is part
of a plan between Dick Sherwood and myself. It's really a frame-up. A
frame-up to catch Barney Palmer and Jimmie Carlisle.”
“A frame-up!” ejaculated these two in startled unison.
“How a frame-up?” demanded her father, no bit of the accusing harshness