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СКАЧАТЬ nice home you've picked out for yourself," Eden remarked.

      "Home?" The old man surveyed the trolley-car critically. "Home, boy? I ain't had no home these thirty years. Temporary quarters, you might say."

      "Been here long?" asked Eden.

      "Three, four days. Rheumatism's been actin' up. But I'm movin' on tomorrey."

      "Moving on? Where?"

      "Why—over yonder."

      "Just where is that?" Eden smiled.

      "Where it's allus been. Over yonder. Somewhere else."

      "Just looking, eh?"

      "Jest lookin'. You've hit it. Goin' on over yonder an' jest lookin'." His tired old eyes were on the mountaintops.

      "What do you expect to find?" inquired Paula Wendell.

      "Struck a vein o' copper once, miss," Mr. Cherry said. "But they got her away from me. Howsomever, I'm lookin' still."

      "Been on the desert a long time?" Eden asked.

      "Twenty, twenty-five years. One desert or another."

      "And before that?"

      "Prospected in West Australia from Hannans to Hall's Creek—through the Territory into Queensland. Drove cattle from the gulf country into New South Wales. Then I worked in the stoke hole on ocean liners."

      "Born in Australia, eh?" Eden suggested.

      "Who—me?" Mr. Cherry shook his head. "Born in South Africa—English descent. Been all up and down the Congo an' Zambesi—all through British Central Africa."

      "How in the world did you get to Australia?" Eden wondered.

      "Oh, I don't know, boy. I was filibusterin' down along the South American continent fer a while, an' then I drifted into a Mexican campaign. Seems like there was somethin' I wanted in Australia—anyhow, I got there. Jest the way I got here. It was over yonder, an' I went."

      Eden shook his head. "Ye gods, I'll bet you've seen a lot!"

      "I guess I have, boy. Doctor over in Redlands was tellin' me t'other day—you need spectacles, he says. 'Hell, Doc,' I says, 'what fer? I've seen everything,' I says, and I come away."

      Silence fell. Bob Eden wasn't exactly sure how to go about this business; he wished he had Chan at his elbow. But his duty was clear.

      "You—er—you've been here for three or four days, you say?"

      "'Bout that, I reckon."

      "Do you happen to recall where you were last Wednesday night?"

      The old man's eyes were keen enough as he glanced sharply at the boy. "What if I do?"

      "I was only going to say that if you don't, I can refresh your memory. You were at Madden's ranch house, over near Eldorado."

      Slowly Mr. Cherry removed his slouch hat. With gnarled bent fingers he extracted a toothpick from the band. He stuck it defiantly in his mouth. "Maybe I was. What then?"

      "Well—I'd like to have a little talk with you about that night."

      Cherry surveyed him closely. "You're a new one on me," he said. "An' I thought I knew every sheriff an' deputy west o' the Rockies."

      "Then you'll admit something happened at Madden's that might interest a sheriff?" returned Eden quickly.

      "I ain't admittin' nothin'," answered the old prospector.

      "You have information regarding last Wednesday night at Madden's," Eden persisted. "Vital information. I must have it."

      "Nothin' to say," replied Cherry stubbornly.

      Eden took another tack. "Just what was your business at Madden's ranch?"

      Mr. Cherry rolled the aged toothpick in his mouth. "No business at all. I jest dropped in. Been wanderin' the desert a long time, like I said, an' now an' ag'in I drifted in at Madden's. Me an' the old caretaker, Louie Wong, was friends. When I'd come along he'd stake me to a bit o' grub, an' a bed in the barn. Sort o' company fer him, I was. He was lonesome-like at the ranch—only a Chink, but lonesome-like, same as if he'd been white."

      "A kindly old soul, Louie," suggested Eden.

      "One o' the best, boy, en' that's no lie."

      Eden spoke slowly. "Louie Wong has been murdered," he said.

      "What's that?"

      "Stabbed in the side last Sunday night near the ranch gate. Stabbed—by some unknown person."

      "Some dirty dog," said Mr. Cherry indignantly.

      "That's just how I feel about it. I'm not a policeman, but I'm doing my best to find the guilty man. The thing you saw that night at the ranch, Mr. Cherry, no doubt has a decided bearing on the killing of Louie. I need your help. Now, will you talk?"

      Mr. Cherry removed the toothpick from his mouth and, holding it before him, regarded it thoughtfully. "Yes," he said, "I will. I was hopin' to keep out o' this. Judges an' courts an' all that truck ain't fer me. I give 'em a wide berth. But I'm a decent man, an' I ain't got nothin' to hide. I'll talk, but I don't hardly know how to begin."

      "I'll help you," Eden answered, delighted. "The other night when you were at Madden's ranch perhaps you heard a man cry, 'Help! Help! Murder! Put down that gun. Help.' Something like that, eh?"

      "I ain't got nothin' to hide. That's jest what I heard."

      Eden's heart leaped. "And after that—you saw something—"

      The old man nodded. "I saw plenty, boy. Louie Wong wasn't the first to be killed at Madden's ranch. I saw murder done."

      Eden gasped inwardly. He saw Paula Wendell's eyes wide and startled. "Of course you did," he said. "Now go on and tell me all about it."

      Mr. Cherry restored the toothpick to its predestined place in his mouth, but it interfered in no way with his speech.

      "Life's funny," he began. "Full o' queer twists an' turns. I thought this was jest one more secret fer me an' the desert together. Nobody knows about you, I says. Nobody ain't goin' to question you. But I was wrong, I see, an' I might as well speak up. It's nothin' to me, one way or t'other, though I would like to keep out o' courtrooms—"

      "Well, maybe I can help you," Eden suggested. "Go on. You say you saw murder—"

      "Jest hold yer horses, boy," Mr. Cherry advised. "As I was sayin', last Wednesday night after dark I drifts in at Madden's as usual. But the minute I comes into the yard, I see there's something doin' there. The boss has come. Lights in most o' the windows, an' a big car in the barn. Longside Louie's old flivver. Howsomever, I'm tired, an' I figures I'll jest wait round fer Louie, keepin' out o' sight o' the big fellow. A little supper an' a bed, maybe, kin be negotiated without gettin' too conspicuous.

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