Sherlock Holmes

by SIR ARTHUR CONAN DOYLE

  Baldwin had to take the proffered hand, for the baleful eye of the terrible Boss was upon him. But his sullen face showed how little the words of the other had moved him.

  McGinty clapped them both on the shoulders.

  ‘Tut! These girls, these girls!’ he cried. ‘To think that the same petticoats should come between two of my boys. It’s the devil’s own luck. Well, it’s the colleen inside of them that must settle the question, for it’s outside the jurisdiction of a bodymaster, and the Lord be praised for that. We have enough on us, without the women as well. You’ll have to be affiliated to Lodge 341, Brother McMurdo. We have our own ways and methods, different to Chicago. Saturday night is our meeting, and if you come then we’ll make you free for ever of the Vermissa Valley.’

  3

  Lodge 341, Vermissa

  On the day following the evening which had contained so many exciting events McMurdo moved his lodgings from old Jacob Shafter’s and took up his quarters at the widow MacNamara’s, on the extreme outskirts of the town. Scanlan, his original acquaintance aboard the train, had occasion shortly afterwards to move into Vermissa, and the two lodged together. There was no other boarder, and the hostess was an easy-going old Irish-woman who left them to themselves, so that they had a freedom for speech and action welcome to men who had secrets in common. Shafter had relented to the extent of letting McMurdo come to his meals there when he liked, so that his intercourse with Ettie was by no means broken. On the contrary, it drew closer and more intimate as the weeks went by. In his bedroom at his new abode McMurdo felt it to be safe to take out the coining moulds, and under many a pledge of secrecy a number of the brothers from the Lodge were allowed to come in and see them, each of them carrying away in his pocket some examples of the false money, so cunningly struck that there was never the slightest difficulty or danger in passing it. Why, with such a wonderful art at his command, McMurdo should condescend to work at all was a perpetual mystery to his companions, though he made it clear to anyone who asked him that if he lived without any visible means it would very quickly bring the police on his track.

  One policeman was, indeed, after him already, but the incident, as luck would have it, did the adventurer a great deal more good than harm. After the first introduction there were few evenings when he did not find his way to McGinty’s saloon, there to make closer acquaintance with ‘the boys’, which was the jovial title by which the dangerous gang who infested the place were known to each other. His dashing manner and fearlessness of speech made him a favourite with them all, while the rapid and scientific way in which he polished off his antagonist in an ‘all in’ bar-room scrap earned the respect of that rough community. Another incident, however, raised him even higher in their estimation.

  Just at the crowded hour one night the door opened and a man entered with the quiet blue uniform and peaked cap of the Coal and Iron Police. This was a special body raised by the railways and colliery owners to supplement the efforts of the ordinary civil police, who were perfectly helpless in the face of the organized ruffianism which terrorized the district. There was a hush as he entered, and many a curious glance was cast at him, but the relations between policemen and criminals are peculiar in the States, and McGinty himself, standing behind the counter, showed no surprise when the inspector enrolled himself among his customers.

  ‘A straight whisky, for the night is bitter,’ said the police-officer. ‘I don’t think we have met before, Councillor?’

  ‘You’ll be the new captain?’ said McGinty.

  ‘That’s so. We’re looking to you, Councillor, and to the other leading citizens, to help us in upholding law and order in this township. Captain Marvin is my name – of the Coal and Iron.’

  ‘We’d do better without you, Captain Marvin,’ said McGinty, coldly. ‘For we have our own police of the township, and no need for any imported goods. What are you but the paid tool of the men of capital, hired by them to club or to shoot your poorer fellow-citizens?’

  ‘Well, well, we won’t argue about that,’ said the police-officer, good-humouredly. ‘I expect we all do our duty same as we see it, but we can’t all see it the same.’ He had drunk off his glass and had turned to go, when his eyes fell upon the face of Jack McMurdo, who was scowling at his elbow. ‘Halloa! halloa!’ he cried, looking him up and down. ‘Here’s an old acquaintance.’

  McMurdo shrank away from him.

  ‘I was never a friend to you nor any other cursed copper in my life,’ said he.

  ‘An acquaintance isn’t always a friend,’ said the police-captain, grinning. ‘You’re Jack McMurdo of Chicago, right enough, and don’t deny it.’

  McMurdo shrugged his shoulders.

  ‘I’m not denying it,’ said he. ‘D’ye think I’m ashamed of my own name?’

  ‘You’ve got good cause to be, anyhow.’

  ‘What the devil d’you mean by that?’ he roared, with his fists clenched.

  ‘No, no, Jack; bluster won’t do with me. I was an officer in Chicago before ever I came to this darned coal-bunker, and I know a Chicago crook when I see one.’

  McMurdo’s face fell.

  ‘Don’t tell me that you’re Marvin of the Chicago Central!’ he cried.

  ‘Just the same old Teddy Marvin at your service. We haven’t forgotten the shooting of Jonas Pinto up there.’

  ‘I never shot him.’

  ‘Did you not? That’s good impartial evidence, ain’t it? Well, his death came in uncommon handy for you, or they would have had you for shoving the queer. Well, we can let that be bygones, for, between you and me – and perhaps I’m going farther than my duty in saying it – they could get no clear case against you, and Chicago’s open to you tomorrow.’

  ‘I’m very well where I am.’

  ‘Well, I’ve given you the office, and you’re a sulky dog not to thank me for it.’

  ‘Well, I suppose you mean well, and I do thank you,’ said McMurdo, in no very gracious manner.

  ‘It’s mum with me so long as I see you living on the straight,’ said the captain. ‘But, by gum, if you get off on the cross after this it’s another story! So good night to you – and good night, Councillor.’

  He left the bar-room, but not before he had created a local hero. McMurdo’s deeds in far Chicago had been whispered before. He had put off all questions with a smile as one who did not wish to have greatness thrust upon him. But now the thing was officially confirmed. The bar-loafers crowded round him and shook him heartily by the hand. He was free of the community from that time on. He could drink hard and show little trace of it, but that evening, had his mate Scanlan not been at hand to lead him home, the fêted hero would surely have spent his night under the bar.

  On a Saturday night McMurdo was introduced to the Lodge. He had thought to pass in without ceremony as being an initiate of Chicago; but there were particular rites in Vermissa of which they were proud, and these had to be undergone by every postulant. The assembly met in a large room reserved for such purposes at the Union House. Some sixty members assembled at Vermissa, but that by no means represented the full strength of the organization, for there were several other lodges in the valley, and others across the mountains on either side, who exchanged members when any serious business was afoot, so that a crime might be done by men who were strangers to the locality. Altogether, there were not fewer than five hundred scattered over the coal district.

  In the bare assembly room the men were gathered round a long table. At the side was a second one laden with bottles and glasses, on which some members of the company were already turning their eyes. McGinty sat at the head with a flat black velvet cap upon his shock of tangled black hair and a coloured purple stole round his neck, so that he seemed to be a priest presiding over some diabolical ritual. To right and left of him were the higher Lodge officials, the cruel, handsome face of Ted Baldwin among them. Each of these wore some scarf or medallio
n as emblem of his office. They were, for the most part, men of mature age, but the rest of the company consisted of young fellows from eighteen to twenty-five, the ready and capable agents who carried out the commands of their seniors. Among the older men were many whose features showed the tigerish, lawless souls within, but looking at the rank and file it was difficult to believe that these eager and open-faced young fellows were in very truth a dangerous gang of murderers, whose minds had suffered such complete moral perversion that they took a horrible pride in their proficiency at the business, and looked with the deepest respect at the man who had the reputation for making what they called a ‘clean job’. To their contorted natures it had become a spirited and chivalrous thing to volunteer for service against some man who had never injured them, and whom, in many cases, they had never seen in their lives. The crime committed, they quarreled as to who had actually struck the fatal blow, and amused each other and the company by describing the cries and contortions of the murdered man. At first they had shown some secrecy in their arrangements, but at the time which this narrative describes their proceedings were extraordinarily open, for the repeated failures of the law had proved to them that, on the one hand, no one would dare to witness against them, and, on the other, they had an unlimited number of staunch witnesses upon whom they could call, and a well-filled treasure chest from which they could draw the funds to engage the best legal talent in the State. In ten long years of outrage there had been no single conviction, and the only danger that ever threatened the Scowrers lay in the victim himself, who, however outnumbered and taken by surprise, might, and occasionally did, leave his mark upon his assailants.

  McMurdo had been warned that some ordeal lay before him, but no one would tell him in what it consisted. He was led now into an outer room by two solemn brothers. Through the plank partition he could hear the murmur of many voices from the assembly within. Once or twice he caught the sound of his own name, and he knew that they were discussing his candidature. Then there entered an inner guard, with a green and gold sash across his chest.

  ‘The bodymaster orders that he shall be trussed, blinded, and entered,’ said he. The three of them then removed his coat, turned up the sleeve of his right arm, and finally passed a rope round above the elbows and made it fast. They next placed a thick black cap right over his head and the upper part of his face, so that he could see nothing. He was then led into the assembly hall.

  It was pitch-dark and very oppressive under his hood. He heard the rustle and murmur of the people round him, and then the voice of McGinty sounded, dull and distant, through the covering of his ears.

  ‘John McMurdo,’ said the voice, ‘are you already a member of the Ancient Order of Freemen?’

  He bowed in assent.

  ‘Is your lodge No. 29, Chicago?’

  He bowed again.

  ‘Dark nights are unpleasant,’ said the voice.

  ‘Yes, for strangers to travel,’ he answered.

  ‘The clouds are heavy.’

  ‘Yes; a storm is approaching.’

  ‘Are the brethren satisfied?’ asked the bodymaster.

  There was a general murmur of assent.

  ‘We know, brother, by your sign and by your counter-sign, that you are indeed one of us,’ said McGinty. ‘We would have you know, however, that in this county and in other counties of these parts we have certain rites, and also certain duties of our own, which call for good men. Are you ready to be tested?’

  ‘I am.’

  ‘Are you of stout heart?’

  ‘I am.’

  ‘Take a stride forward to prove it.’

  As the words were said he felt two hard points in front of his eyes, pressing upon them so that it appeared as if he could not move forward without a danger of losing them. None the less, he nerved himself to step resolutely out, and as he did so the pressure melted away. There was a low murmur of applause.

  ‘He is of stout heart,’ said the voice. ‘Can you bear pain?’

  ‘As well as another,’ he answered.

  ‘Test him!’

  It was all he could do to keep himself from screaming out, for an agonizing pain shot through his forearm. He nearly fainted at the sudden shock of it, but he bit his lip and clenched his hands to hide his agony.

  ‘I can take more than that,’ said he.

  This time there was loud applause. A finer first appearance had never been made in the Lodge. Hands clapped him on the back, and the hood was plucked from his head. He stood blinking and smiling amid the congratulations of the brothers.

  ‘One last word, Brother McMurdo,’ said McGinty. ‘You have already sworn the oath of secrecy and fidelity, and you are aware that the punishment for any breach of it is instant and inevitable death?’

  ‘I am,’ said McMurdo.

  ‘And you accept the rule of the bodymaster for the time being under all circumstances?’

  ‘I do.’

  ‘Then, in the name of Lodge 341, Vermissa, I welcome you to its privileges and debates. You will put the liquor on the table, Brother Scanlan, and we will drink to our worthy brother.’

  McMurdo’s coat had been brought to him, but before putting it on he examined his right arm, which still smarted heavily. There, on the flesh of the forearm, was a clear-cut circle with a triangle within it, deep and red, as the branding-iron had left it. One or two of his neighbours pulled up their sleeves and showed their own Lodge marks.

  ‘We’ve all had it,’ said one, ‘but not all as brave as you over it.’

  ‘Tut! It was nothing,’ said he, but it burned and ached all the same.

  When the drinks which followed the ceremony of initiation had all been disposed of, the business of the Lodge proceeded. McMurdo, accustomed only to the prosaic performances of Chicago, listened with open ears, and more surprise than he ventured to show, to what followed.

  ‘The first business on the agenda paper,’ said McGinty, ‘is to read the following letter from Division Master Windle, of Merton County, Lodge 249. He says:

  “Dear Sir, – There is a job to be done on Andrew Rae, of Rae and Sturmash, coal-owners near this place. You will remember that your Lodge owes us a return, having had the services of two brethren in the matter of the patrolman last fall. If you will send two good men they will be taken charge of by Treasurer Higgins of this Lodge, whose address you know. He will show them when to act and where. – Yours in freedom. J. W. Windle, D.M.A.O.F.” Windle has never refused us when we have had occasion to ask for the loan of a man or two, and it is not for us to refuse him.’ McGinty paused and looked round the room with his dull, malevolent eyes. ‘Who will volunteer for the job?’

  Several young fellows held up their hands. The bodymaster looked at them with an approving smile.

  ‘You’ll do, Tiger Cormac. If you handle it as well as you did the last you won’t be amiss. And you, Wilson.’

  ‘I’ve no pistol,’ said the volunteer, a mere boy in his teens.

  ‘It’s your first, is it not? Well, you have to be blooded some time. It will be a great start for you. As to the pistol, you’ll find it waiting for you, or I’m mistaken. If you report yourselves on Monday it will be time enough. You’ll get a great welcome when you return.’

  ‘Any reward this time?’ asked Cormac, a thick-set, dark-faced, brutal-looking young man, whose ferocity had earned him the nick-name of ‘Tiger’.

  ‘Never mind the reward. You just do it for the honor of the thing. Maybe when it is done there will be a few odd dollars at the bottom of the box.’

  ‘What has the man done?’ asked young Wilson.

  ‘Sure, it’s not for the likes of you to ask what the man has done. He has been judged over there. That’s no business of ours. All we have to do is to carry it out for them, same as they would for us. Speaking of that, two brothers from the Merton Lodge are coming over to us next week to do some b
usiness in this quarter.’

  ‘Who are they?’ asked someone.

  ‘Faith, it is wiser not to ask. If you know nothing you can testify nothing, and no trouble can come of it. But they are men who will make a clean job when they are about it.’

  ‘And time, too!’ cried Ted Baldwin. ‘Folk are getting out of hand in these parts. It was only last week that three of our men were turned off by Foreman Blaker. It’s been owing him a long time, and he’ll get it full and proper.’

  ‘Get what?’ McMurdo whispered to his neighbour.

  ‘The business end of a buck-shot cartridge,’ cried the man, with the loud laugh. ‘What think you of our ways, brother?’

  McMurdo’s criminal soul seemed to have already absorbed the spirit of the vile association of which he was now a member.

  ‘I like it well,’ said he. ‘’Tis a proper place for a lad of mettle.’

  Several of those who sat around heard his words and applauded them.

  ‘What’s that?’ cried the black-maned bodymaster, from the end of the table.

  ‘’Tis our new brother, sir, who finds our ways to his taste.’

  McMurdo rose to his feet for an instant.

  ‘I would say, Worshipful Master, that if a man should be wanted I should take it as an honour to be chosen to help the Lodge.’

  There was great applause at this. It was felt that a new sun was pushing its rim above the horizon. To some of the elders it seemed that the progress was a little too rapid.

  ‘I would move,’ said the secretary, Harraway, a vulture-faced old greybeard who sat near the chairman, ‘that Brother McMurdo should wait until it is the good pleasure of the Lodge to employ him.’

  ‘Sure, that was what I meant. I’m in your hands,’ said McMurdo.

  ‘Your time will come, brother,’ said the chairman. ‘We have marked you down as a willing man, and we believe that you will do good work in these parts. There is a small matter tonight in which you may take a hand, if it so please you.’