The Crime of the French Café and Other Stories

by Nicholas Carter

  CHAPTER VII.

  THE MAN WITH THE SACK.

  "I will have your story first," said Nick to Prescott. "I will notsubject Miss Allen to the annoyance of questioning, unless it isnecessary."

  "We are engaged to be married," said Prescott, beginning his story withevident embarrassment.

  "And the course of true love does not run smooth," said Nick, with asmile.

  "No, it does not," responded Prescott. "Her father is strongly opposedto our marriage. However, as both of us are of age, it will take place.

  "We have been obliged to meet secretly, and we have frequently walked,in the evening, in the grove back of St. Agnes' Hospital.

  "We were there Monday evening, and we remained much later than we shouldhave done. We had many things to talk about.

  "It must have been midnight when we left the place. As we were walkingslowly up one of the paths we became aware that a man was approachingfrom behind us.

  "Not wishing to be seen, we stepped aside among the trees and waited.

  "The man came on up the path, and by the moonlight which struggledthrough the branches of the trees we saw that he was carrying a greatsack.

  "I instantly suspected that some crime was afoot. My first thought wasthat this was a grave-robber carrying a body.

  "I supposed that he had brought the body to the shore of the river in aboat, and was carrying it to one of the doctors in the hospital.

  "We allowed him to pass us, and then we followed him. He went to thewall surrounding the hospital grounds.

  "Choosing a place where there is a bank of rubbish against the wall, helifted the sack to the top. Then I knew that it could not contain a deadbody."

  "How did you know that?" asked Nick.

  "Because he lifted it so easily. What was in the sack I do not know, ofcourse. There was some crooked business about it, I have no doubt, butit was not a body that he had there, because, by the way he handled it,I saw that it could not weigh over fifty pounds, and the sack was toolarge to have only a child's body in it."

  "What did you do?"

  "We watched him lay the sack on top of the wall, and then climb up. Hedropped the sack into the garden, and let himself down from the wall. Wepaid no further attention to the matter.

  "It made Margaret very nervous, but I proved to her, by the weight ofthe sack, that her suspicions regarding its contents were unfounded."

  "Did you know the man?" asked Nick.

  "I hardly like to answer that question."

  "Why not?"

  "I am afraid of doing somebody an injustice."

  "You have a suspicion, then?"

  "I have."

  "Was the man Dr. Jarvis?"

  "I cannot say. I do not know him."

  "But his dress--"

  "I see that it is useless to try to conceal anything from you," saidPrescott. "The man wore the peculiar cap and dressing-gown whicheverybody knows for the doctor's."

  "There is no doubt about it," said Miss Allen. "It was Dr. Jarvis."

  "I thank you very much for your evidence," said Nick.

  "But why do you want it?" asked Prescott. "I have heard a rumor thatPatrick Deever has disappeared. This is his brother's house. Is thedoctor suspected of having murdered him?"

  "He is," said Nick.

  "Then I see the bearing of my story upon the case; but I assure you thatthat bag did not contain Patrick Deever's body. It was too light."

  Prescott spoke with decision. Out of the corner of his eyes Nick couldsee Chick struggling with this phase of the evidence. Chick was too gooda detective not to know that one little fact of that kind is worth ahundred that lie too near the surface.

  "You can do me only one more favor," said Nick, addressing Prescott andMiss Allen. "Do not under any circumstances mention what you have seenwithout my permission."

  "You can trust us for that," said Prescott, with a smile, "we are by nomeans anxious to have our connection with this affair made public."

  The two witnesses withdrew, leaving Nick and Chick together. They weresilent for several minutes, and then Nick said:

  "Well, Chick, the chain is complete."

  "It is," was Chick's reply, "and in all my experience I have never seena plainer case made out against any man."

  "You mean from a jury's point of view."

  "Certainly."

  "What do you think of it?"

  "I wish you'd tell me just what you think of it, Nick."

  "I guess we shouldn't be found to differ a great deal," said Nick, witha smile. "This is my view--but hold on. Here comes Deever."

  Indeed Deever was at that moment entering the house.

  He was accompanied by a young man of a very unpleasant appearance. ToNick's eyes he seemed a born thief.

  "Well," said Deever, entering the room, "here we are."

  "You mean that the case is complete," said Nick.

  "Absolutely."

  "This witness whom you have brought supplies the link that was wanting?"

  "He does."

  "I shall be glad to hear his story."

  "His name," said Deever, "is John Flint."

  "Where are you employed, Mr. Flint?" asked Nick.

  "I ain't doing nothing just now," said Flint.

  "What do you know about the disappearance of Mr. Deever's brother?"

  "I don't know anything about it, but I saw something Monday night whichMr. Deever wants me to swear to."

  "And you are willing?"

  "Yes, I am willing; but I don't want to get into court if I can helpit."

  "I told him," explained Deever, "that we would try to keep him out ofcourt. He thinks it might lose him a job he wants to get. There'sevidence enough without his, the Lord knows."

  "I will hear you now," said Nick.

  "The way of it was this," said Flint. "Monday night, about midnight, Iwas down in the vacant lot of St. Agnes' Hospital. I was just lookingfor a fellow I heard had gone down that way."

  "That was Klein," said Deever.

  "I walked up the street, and had just turned the corner of the wallwhen I saw a man coming up under the trees. He was carrying a big bag.

  "I kept out of sight, and watched him. I thought at first that there wassome crooked work, but the man with the bag didn't seem to be afraid.

  "He came up to the wall in a place where there was some rubbish piledagainst it, and lifted the bag on to the top of the wall. Then heclimbed up himself and let the bag down into the garden. That's all Iknow about it."

  "Did you notice how the man was dressed?"

  "He had on a loose, long coat--a queer sort of thing--and a little roundcap on his head."

  "That will do," said Nick. "I am much obliged. It will not be necessary,I think, for you to testify to these facts in court."

  "There's enough without it," said Deever. "You'll take Jarvis toheadquarters now, won't you ?"

  "Well, no," said Nick. "I hadn't thought of it."

  "I'll be doubly and eternally--"

  Deever's wrath and surprise choked him.

  "Never mind," he said, at last, mastering his rage. "Come along, John.And you get out!"

  "With all the pleasure in life," said Nick, quietly walking toward thedoor.

  Chick had slipped away at Deever's approach. Nick met him outside.

  "What did Deever's witness say?" asked Chick.

  "He told exactly the same story as Prescott."

  "I'm surprised to hear it."

  "Why?"

  "Prescott, in my opinion, told the truth."

  "So I believe."

  "And Deever's man--I got a glimpse of him--struck me as a liar in thefirst degree. I took him for a man Deever had hired, in order to hurryup his vengeance on Dr. Jarvis."

  "But as they told the same story, and Prescott can have no connectionwith Deever or the other man, it must be true."

  "Right; but the meaning of it--"

  Chick paused. Suddenly a flash came from his eyes.

  "I have it!" he cried.


  "That's good," said Nick. "Now, if you'll follow Deever, I'll go back toDr. Jarvis."

  Accordingly Nick hurried home. He found Jarvis in a state of greatmental anguish.

  "It is an extraordinary fate," he cried, as soon as Nick appeared,"which has twice brought these Deevers into my life to make memiserable."

  "You have had to do with them before?" asked Nick.

  "Yes, and in a way that is beyond belief."

  "Explain yourself."

  "This man, Lawrence Deever," said the doctor, with a groan, "had theincredible presumption to make love to my daughter."

  Nick could not help smiling.

  "What did you do about it?" he asked.

  "I sent him about his business in a hurry."

  "Was that all?"

  "No; and I'm ashamed to say it. There is no possible way of accountingfor the conduct of women. My daughter actually took this fellow's part."

  "But nothing came of it?"

  "No, sir. I am master of my own household."

  "So your daughter really loved this man?"

  "No; it was only her obstinacy. They became acquainted in some way. Idon't know how. The fellow called at my house. I made my daughterpromise never to speak to him, but it was a most unpleasant affairthroughout. I thought Deever would murder me.

  "It seems strange, perhaps, that I should speak of it in the midst ofthe terrors that surround me, and yet I can't help thinking of the wholeaffair as one freak of fate."

  "And now tell me the truth about his brother and yourself," said Nickearnestly.

  "I will," replied the doctor.

  At this moment a messenger was announced. Nick knew that the matter mustbe of the greatest importance, or he would not have been interrupted inhis conference with his prisoner.

  It proved to be a message from Superintendent Byrnes asking Nick to cometo his house as soon as he could.