CHAPTER XV.
THE THUGGEE CORD.
Several moments following the dramatic and sensational escape of theChristmas guest passed in silence, to be broken at last by Kit.
"That was about the smoothest get-away I ever saw," he said, with agrin, for he had assisted in it by deftly tripping the chief deputywhile he was on the way to intercept the pony.
"What in thunder did they want to stop my star performance for?" askedSanta Claus, pulling off his beard and revealing the rubicund face ofBen Tremont, who was slowly baking beneath the heavy robes and hairydisguise.
"Well, he's gone, and only taken a pony and a window with him," said themajor, "and he's welcome to both. And now, you men, we'll try todispense with your company. You see, this is a private party, and had Iknown that you were in this part of the country, I probably would haveinvited you to be present. But I regret to say that the guest list isfull."
The leader of the posse of deputy marshals looked up with a scowl.Apparently, he was mad clear through at the sudden and unexpected lossof his prospective prisoner.
As he looked about his eye encountered that of Ted Strong, in which hesaw laughter, which did not tend to lessen his anger.
"I've a good mind to arrest the whole bunch of you for conspiring at theescape of a United States prisoner," he growled.
"You'd stand a fine show to do that," said Ted quietly. "On the otherhand, I've a mind to arrest you for the forcible entry of this house."
"You have, have you?" sneered the other. "You make me laugh, youngfeller. You couldn't arrest a fly!"
Ted threw open his coat and showed that he, too, wore a star.
The leader of the posse leaned forward to read the authority on it.
"Who are you?" he asked huskily.
"I am Ted Strong."
"Then why didn't you stop Fancy Farnsworth?"
"What for? I have no knowledge of his having committed a crime, and,besides, I have no warrant for him. Have you?"
"No. Didn't have time to get one. But that makes no difference. Hekilled a woman, and as soon as I heard of it I got my posse together an'hit his trail. If it hadn't been for you fellows I'd have got him."
"I don't think you would."
"Why wouldn't I?"
"Because he'd have killed two or three of you first."
"What about this crime, and why are you so sure he committed it?" askedMajor Caruthers. "I thought him a fine, gentlemanly, quiet young fellow,and I'm somewhat of a judge of men myself. I can hardly believe that aman of that stamp could commit so terrible a crime as woman murder. Thatis the lowest degree of killing."
"He done it, just the same," said the deputy marshal positively.
"Why are you so sure?" asked Ted, taking up the interrogation.
"Well, in the first place, he skipped the town just before the body ofthe woman was found. He was seen to ride out of town along the road onwhich her house stood."
"Is that all the evidence you have against him?"
"No; he was seen coming out of the house about three hours before he wasseen leaving town."
"H'm! Is that all?"
"It comes pretty near enough. But, besides that, it was known that thewoman, who was young and beautiful, had recently received a lot of moneyas her share in a mine, and that the money had been taken to her thatmorning by one of her partners."
"And it is believed that the young fellow you call Fancy Farnsworthkilled the woman for her money?"
"Sure."
"In what shape was the money? Currency, gold dust, ingots, or goldcoins?"
"It was in ingots."
"Anybody know how much of it there was?"
"Yes; her partner, Billy Slocum, was at the hotel, intendin' to go backto the mine to-day, and I went to see him."
"And did he give you any idea of how much the gold weighed?"
"Yes, it weighed about thirty pounds. Billy brought it in on his saddle,and he said it weighed quite considerable."
"But Farnsworth, as you call him, had nothing of the sort when hearrived here."
"That may be. He'd be too foxy to do that. He's cached it somewhere inthe mountains, most likely."
"How was the woman killed?"
"She was strangled by a cord."
"What was her name?"
"Helen Mowbray."
"What sort of a woman was she?"
"She was a mystery to most the folks at Rodeo, an' all over themountains, for that matter. Nobody knew where she came from. She didn'tmix much with the folks, but lived in a swell house, what she had builtfor herself, with only two servants, a Japanese man and woman."
"Was she rich?"
"Said to be. Had interests in a good many mines, an' owned the CristobalTurquoise Mine."
"Anybody ever learn where her mail came from?"
"Yes, she frequently got letters from England, and occasionally sentlarge drafts to a bank in London to her credit."
"How do you know this?"
"Early this morning, when the crime was discovered, and every one wastalking about it, Mr. Rossington, the banker, told that much to a crowdat the hotel."
"Had she any particular friend in Rodeo?"
"Only Farnsworth, who came to the town at intervals and put up at thehotel. When he was in town he generally spent an hour or two at herhouse in the afternoon or evening, and then faded away as mysteriouslyas he came."
"Did he appear to be in love with her?"
"All I know about that is what I have heard since Miss Mowbray's death."
"There has been gossip, then?"
"Not what you would call gossip, exactly. Only folks who had seen themriding and driving together a few times seemed to think that, while shewas very much in love with him, he never made any fuss over her."
"How long have you known Farnsworth?"
"About three years. Ever since he has been traveling through this partof Arizona."
"Don't you know that he is a very undemonstrative man, and that if hereally cared for any one he is not the sort to exhibit it?"
"Yes, I reckon Fancy is a cold sort of a proposition."
"How have you got him sized up?"
"I'd hardly know how to tell it. He's some of a mystery to me, and heain't never let no one as I know of snuggle beneath his jacket."
"But, as an officer, you must have kept some sort of tab on him."
"Sure. I know Fancy as well as most. I always looked upon him as acrook, and a very dangerous man with a gun."
"Has he ever been convicted of a crime?"
"Ain't never been able to land him. Generally he gets away by some slicktrick, just as he did to-night, or he bluffs off the fellows who goafter him with his guns."
"Has any crime ever been fastened on him so positively that there was nodoubt that he committed it?"
"Can't say there was; but that don't cut no ice, for he's been inseveral killings where no gun got busy but his, an' we've been able totrack him right up to crimes, but there we lose him. He's too slick toget caught."
"Something like the murder of Miss Mowbray? He is seen leaving thevicinity of the murder, and is immediately suspected of the crime,although probably fifty other men in the town were near the house or onthe road before the murder was discovered, eh?"
"That's true enough. I passed the house myself on my way home, justbefore midnight."
"Why don't you arrest yourself as a suspect? But how was the murderdiscovered?"
"Some one passing saw a flame at the corner of the house, and, lookingthrough a window, saw that the house was afire. He gave the alarm, andthe blaze, which was in a corner of the library, was put out before muchdamage was done."
"Then the body was discovered, I suppose?"
"Yes; a fireman found it in the bedroom on the floor."
"In what condition?"
"She was dressed for bed, and around her neck a cord was tied sotightly, in a peculiar slipknot, that she could not breathe, and herface was black and her tongue protruding."
"Si
mply strangled to death, eh?"
"That's about it, I reckon."
"What became of the two Japanese?"
"Disappeared."
"Where are the ingots of gold?"
"Gone."
"What became of the cord by which she was strangled?"
"I have it."
"How does it happen that you have it?"
"At the alarm of fire I left my home and ran to the scene. As I enteredthe house by the front door, one of the firemen came running out of thebedroom, crying that he had found a dead woman. I ran into the room, andsaw Miss Mowbray lying on her face on the floor, at the foot of thebed."
"She was dead then, I suppose?"
"I thought so. I placed my hand on her bare shoulder, and it was cold."
"She had been dead several hours, then?"
"Two or three hours, perhaps, but maybe less, for the room in which shelay was cold, there being no fire in it or in the adjoining rooms."
"What did you do when you found that she was dead?"
"I turned the body over, and saw by the discoloration of her face andthe protruding tongue that she had been strangled. Then I discovered thecord, which was sunken deeply into the flesh of her throat, and sohidden that I would not have discovered it had I not seen the end ofit."
"What did you do with it?"
"In the hope that she might not be dead, and that something might bedone to revive her, I managed, with great difficulty, to get the corduntied and off her neck."
"What authority did you have for that? I suppose you know that it is thecoroner's duty to do things of that sort?"
"Yes; but, besides being a deputy marshal, I am also deputy coroner."
"I see. What did you do with the cord?"
"I don't remember. Oh, yes. I think I put it in my pocket. Yes, here itis."
"Let me see it. Why, this is very peculiar. Do you know what sort of acord this is?"
"I don't. I never saw one like it before."
"I have. Notice its thickness, and how closely it is woven, and that itis strong as a piece of wire."
"Yes, I noticed that when I found it. What sort of cord is it?"
"Japanese."
"Japanese, eh?"
"Yes, and a very rare sort of Japanese cord, too, fortunately."
"Why fortunately?"
"This is the cord that is used by the Japanese and East Indian secretsocieties known as the Thugs or Thuggees."
"How do you know?"
"I have seen cords like this before in the Orient, where they were usedby Japanese murderers."
The cord passed from hand to hand as the major and the boys examined itwith curiosity and some degree of horror, while Stella positivelyrefused to handle it, or even look at it.
"Tell me more about Miss Mowbray's servants," said Ted, again taking uphis line of interrogation. "What were the names of the two Japanese?"
"The man was called Ban Joy, but generally was known as Joy."
"Was he pretty well known in the town?"
"No, he was uncommunicative, and spoke very little English. The onlypersons who had much to do with him were the storekeepers of whom hebought supplies for the house."
"And the woman?"
"Her name was Itsu San, I believe. I only saw her once, and that was inthe yard back of the house. She appeared young, and was very pretty fora Jap, I guess. She is the first Jap woman I ever saw."
"What were her duties?"
"She was Miss Mowbray's maid, while Joy was the cook."
"And you say they are gone?"
"Yes. I saw Joy about eight o'clock, but when I searched the house afterthe discovery of the body they were not there, and I could find nothingthat belonged to them."
"What are you going to do now?"
"I'm going to hit Farnsworth's trail, and I won't leave it till I runhim down and send him to the gallows."
"I don't think you will."
"I won't, eh? Why shouldn't I?"
"Because Farnsworth did not murder Miss Mowbray."
"Then who did?"
"I don't know; probably the Japanese, but I'm not too sure of that. Ibelieve you will pick up a surprise at the end of the string you arefollowing. At any rate, me for Farnsworth, and I give you fair warningthat I'm going to help him all I can until I am persuaded of his guilt."
"That's a fine way for a deputy United States marshal to talk."
"A better way than you are talking, for it is as much our duty toprotect men from injustice as it is to bring them to justice."
"That's enough of you for me then. I'll say good night. Come on, boys."
The four deputy United States marshals marched in single file from thehouse, mounted their horses, and rode away into the west just as the sunpoked its head above the eastern horizon.
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