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gone out of his voice.
“Our plan against Dick Sherwood was to have him propose to me, then for
me to confess that I was really married to a mean sort of man I didn't
love--the idea being that Dick would be infatuated enough to pay a big
sum to a dummy husband, and the three of us would disappear as soon as
we got Dick's money. Dick offered to go through with the plan as
Barney Palmer and Jimmie Carlisle had shaped it up--go through with it
to-night--and then after money had passed, we'd have a criminal case
against them. By reminding him that Larry Brainard knew just what we
were up to, and might spoil everything if we didn't act at once, I got
Barney Palmer worked up to the point where he was going to pose as my
husband and take the money. Dick Sherwood was to come a little later,
after he'd first telephoned me, with a big roll of marked money.”
There were stuttered exclamations from Barney and Old Jimmie, which
were cut off by the dominant incisiveness of Joe Ellison's words to his
daughter:
“I think you're lying to me! Besides, even if you're telling the truth,
it's a pretty way you've taken to clear things up! Don't you see that by
letting Dick Sherwood come here and play such a part, you'd be dead sure
to involve him and his family in a dirty police story that the papers
of the whole country would play up as a sensation? It's plain to any one
that that's no way a person who wanted to square things would use Dick
Sherwood. And that's why I think you're lying!”
“I had thought of that--you're right,” said Maggie. “And so I wasn't
going to do it. He was going to telephone me--just about this time--and
when he called up I was going to fake his message. I was going to tell
Barney Palmer and Old Jimmie that Dick had just telephoned he wasn't
coming, because one of the two had just sold him a tip for ten thousand
dollars that this was a crooked game. I thought this would have started
a quarrel between the two; they are suspicious of each other, anyhow.
Each would have accused the other, and in their quarrel they would have
been likely to have let out a lot of truth that would have completely
given each other away.”
“Not a bad plan at all,” commented Joe Ellison. He tried to peer deep
into his daughter for a moment, his inflamed face relaxing neither in
its harshness nor its doubt of her. “But since you are the clever crook
I actually know you to be from your work on Dick Sherwood, and since
Jimmie Carlisle says he has trained you to be a crook, I believe that
everything you've told me is just something you've cleverly invented on
the spur of the moment--just so many lies.”
“But--but--”
She broke off before the harsh, accusing doubt of his pale face. For
a fraction of a moment no one spoke. Then the telephone bell began to
ring.
“Dick!” breathed Maggie, and started for the telephone.
“Stay right where you are!” her father ordered. “I'll answer that
telephone myself, and see whether you're lying to me about Dick
Sherwood!... No, we'll do this together. I'll hold the receiver and hear
what he says. You'll do the talking and you'll answer just what I tell
you to, and you'll keep your hand tight over the mouthpiece while I'm
giving you your orders. You two”--to Barney and Old Jimmie, with a
significant movement of Barney's automatic--“you'd better behave while
this telephone business is going on.”
The next moment Larry was hearing, or rather witnessing, the strangest
telephone conversation of his experience. Maggie was holding the
transmitter, and Joe had the receiver at his ears, grimly covering the
two men with the automatic. Maggie obediently kept her palm tight over
the mouthpiece during Joe's brief whispered directions, and no one in
the room except Joe, not even Maggie, had the slightest idea of what was
really passing over the wires.
What Larry heard was no more than a dozen most commonplace words in the
world, transformed into the most absorbing words in the language. Joe
ordered Maggie to answer with “hello” in her usual tone, which she did,
and Joe, after a startled expression at the first words that came over
the wire, listened with immobile face for four or five seconds. Then he
nodded imperatively to Maggie and she put her hand over the mouthpiece.
“Ask him how much, and when he wanted it to be paid,” he ordered.
“How much, and when does he want it to be paid?” repeated Maggie.
Again Joe listened for several moments; and then ordered as before: “Say
'Yes.'”
“Yes,” said Maggie.
Another period of waiting, and Joe ordered: “Say, 'I've got a much
better plan that supersedes the old.'”
“I've got a much better plan that supersedes the old.”
There was yet another period of waiting, then Joe commanded: “Tell him
he really mustn't and say good-bye quick.”
“You really mustn't! Good-bye!”
The instant her “Good-bye” was out of her mouth Joe clicked the receiver
upon its hook, and stood regarding the breathless Maggie. His pale,
stern face was not quite so severe as before. Presently he spoke: “I
know now that you really were sick of what you'd been trying to do--that
you'd really broken away from these two--that you'd really confessed to
Dick, and are now all square with him.”
The word “Father!” struggled chokingly toward her lips. But she only
said:
“I'm glad--you know.”
“And you were shrewd in that guess you made of what one of these two
would do.” Joe crossed back to Barney and Old Jimmie. “You two must
have been almighty afraid, because of Larry Brainard, that your game was
suddenly collapsing, and each must have been trying to grab a piece for
himself before he ran away.”
“What you talking about?” gruffly demanded Barney.
“Perhaps I'm talking about you. But more particularly about Jimmie
Carlisle. For just now Dick Sherwood said when he telephoned, that an
hour or two ago Jimmie Carlisle had hunted him up, had hinted that he
was going to lose a lot of money unless he was properly advised, and
offered to give him certain valuable information for five thousand
cash.”
Barney turned upon his partner. “You damned thief!” he snarled, tensed
as if about to spring upon the other.
Old Jimmie, turned greenishly pale, shrank away from Barney, his every
expression proclaiming his guilt. Then Maggie again found her voice:
“And at about the same time Barney was trying to double-cross Jimmie
Carlisle, Barney proposed to me that, after we'd got Dick Sherwood's
money, we'd tell Jimmie Carlisle we'd got very little, and divide the
real money fifty-fifty between just us two.”
“You damned thief!” snarled Old Jimmie back at his partner.
The next moment Barney and Old Jimmie were upon each other, striking
wildly, clawing. But the moment after Joe Ellison, his repressed rage
now unloosed, and with the super-strength of his supreme fury, had torn
the two apart.
“You don't do that to each other--that job belongs to me!” he cried.
His right arm flung Barney backward so that Barney went staggering over
himself and sprawled upon the floor. Joe gripped Old Jimmie's collar,
and his right hand painfully twisted Jimmie's arm. “And I finish you off
first, Jimmie Carlisle, for what you've done to me and my girl! But for
Larry Brainard you, Jimmie Carlisle, would have succeeded in your scheme
to make my girl a crook! I'd like to give you a thousand years of agony,
you damned rat--but that's beyond me!” His right hand shifted swiftly
from Old Jimmie's arm to his throat. “But I'm going to choke your rat's
life out of you!--your lying, sneaking devil's life out of you!”
Old Jimmie squirmed and twisted with those long fingers clamped
mercilessly around his throat, his eyes rolling, and his mouth gaping
with voiceless cries. He was indeed being shaken as a rat might be
shaken.
“Don't!--Don't!” cried the frantic Maggie, and started to seize her
father to pull him away. But she was halted by her arm being caught by
Barney.
“Let Jimmie have it!” he said fiercely to her, and flung her to the
farthest corner of the room. And grimly exultant over what seemed to be
Old Jimmie's doom, he started for the door to make his own escape.
Up to the moment of Joe Ellison's eruption Larry had felt bound to
remain a mere spectator where he was: long as the time had seemed to
him, it had in fact been less than half an hour. He had felt bound at
first by his promise to Maggie to let her work out her plan; and bound
later by his sense that this situation belonged to Joe Ellison. But now
this swift crisis dissolved all such obligations. He sprang from his
closet to take his part in the drama that was so swiftly unfolding.
CHAPTER XXXVI
Larry caught and whirled around Barney Palmer just as the hand of the
escaping Barney was on the knob of the outer door.
“No, you don't, Barney Palmer!” he cried. “You stay right here!”
Startled as Barney was by this appearance of his dearest enemy, he
wasted no precious time on mere words. He swung a vicious blow at Larry,
intended to remove this barrier to his freedom. But the experienced
Larry let it glance off his forearm, and with the need of an
instantaneous conclusion he sent a terrific right to Barney's chin.
Barney staggered back, fell in a crumpled heap, and lay motionless.
Sparing only the fraction of a second to see that Barney was momentarily
out of it, Larry sprang upon Joe Ellison and tried to break the deadly
grips Joe held upon Old Jimmie.
“Stop, Joe--stop!” he cried peremptorily. “Your killing Jimmie Carlisle
isn't going to help things!”
Without relaxing his holds, Joe turned upon this interferer.
“Larry Brainard! How'd you come in here?”
“I've been here all the time. But, Joe--don't kill Jimmie Carlisle!”
“You keep out--this is my business!” Joe fiercely replied. “If you've
been here all the time, then you know what he's done to me, and what
he's done to my girl! You know he deserves to have his neck twisted
off--and I'm going to twist it off!”
Larry perceived that Joe's sense of tremendous injury had made him for
the moment a madman in his rage. Only the most powerful appeal had a
chance to bring him back to sanity.
“Listen, Joe--listen!” he cried desperately, straining to hold back the
other's furious strength from its destructive purpose. “After what's
happened, every one is bound to know that Maggie is your daughter!
Understand that, Joe?--every one will know that Maggie is your daughter!
It's not going to help you to be charged with murder. And think of
this, Joe--what's it going to do to your daughter to have her father a
murderer?”
“What's that?” Joe Ellison asked dazedly.
Larry saw that his point had penetrated to the other's reason. So he
drove on, repeating what he had said.
“Understand this, Joe?--every one will now know that Maggie is your
daughter! You simply can't prevent their knowing that now! Remember how
for over fifteen years you've been trying to do the best you could for
her! Do you now want to do the worst thing you can do? The worst thing
you can do for Maggie is to make her father a murderer!”
“I guess that's right Larry,” he said huskily. “Thanks.”
He pushed the half-strangled Jimmie Carlisle away from him. “You'll get
yours in some other way!” he said grimly.
Old Jimmie, staggering, caught the back of a chair for support. He
tenderly felt his throat and blinked at Larry and Joe and Maggie. He
did not try to say anything. In the meantime Barney had recovered
consciousness, had struggled up, and was standing near Old Jimmie.
Their recognition that they were sharers of defeat had served to restore
something of the sense of alliance between the two.
“Well, anyhow, Larry Brainard,” snarled Barney, “you haven't had
anything to do with putting this across!”
It was Joe Ellison who replied. “Larry Brainard has had everything to