CHAPTER VI.
THE LAST LINK IN THE CHAIN.
Nick's first glance at the body of Chick took a weight like a mountainof lead off his heart.
Chick was bound and gagged.
This was enough to make Nick certain that no serious harm had come tohim, but he was instantly made aware of it in another way.
Cautiously Chick lifted an eyelid. A less acute observer than Nick wouldnot have seen the movement.
The eye opened wide, and then it winked. Chick was all right.
"Shall I cut this rope?" asked Nick.
Chick spoke straight through the gag with very little trouble.
"It isn't necessary," he said. "I can get loose at any moment. Dr.Jarvis is not an expert at tying knots, though there are some otherthings that he understands pretty well."
"How did this happen?"
"It was a clever trick," said Chick. "He threw some kind of a drug intomy face. If I hadn't known--thanks to your teaching long ago--just whatto do in a case of that kind, I should have gone to sleep in a second.
"As it was, the drug made my head swim. But I kept it out of my lungs,and pulled through.
"Of course, I pretended to be unconscious, for I wanted to see what hewould do. He tied me up rather clumsily; gagged me exceedingly well; andlaid me on this slab, after removing a headless body.
"He went down into the cellar, and I slipped my bonds and followed him.I found him getting his furnace ready.
"Knowing what he would do, I got back to my downy couch here, pulled thebed-clothes over me, and waited.
"He came back and got the body of my predecessor and took it downcellar. Of course, he is burning it. Look out! He's coming!"
Chick quickly replaced the sheet.
Nick could see that beneath it Chick slid his hands again within therope that had been used to bind him.
Then Nick sprang toward the door of the doctor's room, pushed out a caseof instruments from the wall, and got behind it.
Dr. Jarvis went to Chick's side, lifted the sheet, and looked at thequiet face.
Then he felt of the rope, but it seemed to be tight.
He replaced the sheet, and came toward the door beside which Nick wasconcealed.
No sooner had Jarvis passed within the room than Nick came out of hishiding-place and followed the doctor.
Jarvis was engaged in putting a few articles into a small bag. His backwas toward the door, but he heard Nick's entrance and turned quickly.
He sprang to his feet with a cry. Then his hands fell to his sides. Hewas the picture of despair.
"I see," said Nick, "you were preparing to run away."
Jarvis made no answer.
"That would have been the most foolish thing you could do," said Nick."It would have been equivalent to confession."
"And why not?" groaned the doctor.
"Do you admit your guilt?"
"No, I do not," said Jarvis firmly; "but everything is against me."
"Well, we will consider that subject later. What did you intend to dowith my friend yonder?"
He pointed through the open door toward Chick.
"Nothing," said Jarvis. "I intended simply to leave him there. He wouldnot have been discovered till I had got a good start."
"I believe that you did not intend to injure him," said Nick. "I supposehe might as well get up now."
He uttered a peculiar call. Chick instantly sat up under the sheet. Thenhe threw it aside, got down from the slab, and advanced toward Nick andJarvis, removing his gag and bonds as he did so.
Jarvis regarded this performance with wonder.
"You should take some lessons in tying knots," said Nick.
"And now," he continued, "we will take you to my house."
"Arrest me?"
"I would hardly call it by that name, unless you prefer it."
"But I am innocent."
"That question we will pass for the present. There is one link wantingin the chain of evidence against you. I shall supply that link, and thenwe will see what comes of it."
With a hasty movement, Dr. Jarvis took a little vial from his pocket,and raised it toward his lips.
But Nick had been watching. He struck the vial from the doctor's hand,and it went flying through the window.
"If you will give me your word of honor not to attempt suicide again,"said Nick, calmly, "I will not handcuff you."
Jarvis hung his head.
"Your word will bind you for three days, no more," said Nick.
"I promise," said the doctor.
"Remove your dressing-gown and cap," said Nick.
Jarvis complied with the request, and Nick received the articles fromhis hands. Leaving the care of the prisoner to Chick, he carried thedressing-gown to the window.
"Ah!" said he, "you have torn the dressing-gown."
"Where?" asked the doctor.
"It is ripped under the arms," Nick replied, "and the cloth is strainedbeside each shoulder seam on the back."
"I was not aware of it," said Jarvis.
"Put it on again," said Nick, and the doctor obeyed.
Nick studied his figure carefully. He made Jarvis assume a number ofpositions, and at last seemed satisfied.
Chick was not possessed of the information to fully understand thesemaneuvers, but he knew by his chief's manner that the subject was of thefirst importance.
After the doctor had been clothed properly for the street he was takento Nick's home in a closed carriage.
Then Nick and Chick had a few words in private.
"That last link which I spoke of," said Nick, "must be supplied by you."
Chick nodded.
"The land back of St. Agnes' Hospital, as you know is a sort of lovers'walk," Nick continued.
"It is."
"If the body of Patrick Deever was hidden there, and was removed to thegarden by night, somebody may have seen it done."
"And that somebody," said Chick, "may not come forward without beingurged."
"Right."
"I think I can manage it, if there is any witness. Of course, there maybe none."
"I will bet you a dollar to a doughnut that such a witness appearswhether you get him or not."
Chick looked hurt for a minute, and then he caught a gleam in Nick'seye.
"I begin to understand you," said he.
"Your plan," Nick went on, "is to circulate among the young men whowhisper their love in the paths of that particular region. Find who wasthere on Monday night. It is not easy, but you can do it."
"I will get about it at once," said Chick.
After this conversation, Nick went to see Lawrence Deever.
"Poor Pat's body is in the house," said he, meeting Nick at the door;"but I have kept my promise to you."
"Nobody knows of it, then?"
"Not from me or any of my friends."
"That is as it should be."
"I begin to believe," said Deever, "your idea is to spring this thing onold Jarvis complete. Make the case iron-clad; tie him up double andtwisted; and then let it come out in the papers."
His eyes shone with malignity.
"I was surprised," he continued, "to see nothing about it in the papersthis morning. Why do you suppose that fellow skipped out of the garden?Who was he, anyway?"
"Didn't you know him?" said Nick, who always escaped a falsehood when hecould.
"No, I didn't."
"He may have run away, because he couldn't stand that horrible sight anylonger, and he may have been ashamed to confess that his nerves were soweak."
"Perhaps. It doesn't matter. What is to be done to-day?"
"The only evidence I now require," said Nick, "is something to show thatyour brother's body was hidden in the vacant lot and brought into thegarden by Jarvis."
"Why do you need that? But never mind; I will see what can be done."
They separated then, and until evening Nick saw neither Deever norChick.
But about six o'clock he met Chick by appointment
in Deever's house.Deever himself was not present.
Chick was accompanied by a young man and a pretty young woman.
He presented them as Margaret Allen and Henry Prescott. Both lived onOne Hundred and Thirty-fifth street, Prescott in a boarding-house andMargaret with her father.
By the secret sign Chick communicated his belief--founded, of course,upon investigations which he had made--that Prescott and Miss Allen werepresent to give true testimony.
"These two witnesses," said he, in conclusion, "will supply the onlylink in the chain which has been missing up to this time."
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