Kumpel nr 5 (243) MAJ 2019. Praca zbiorowa

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      She fell on both knees, got up, shoulder deep in spruce, blood running from her lip over her chin.

      The trooper took her by the arm. She was trembling all over. He took a thin steel chain and padlock from his pocket, passed the links around her steel-bound wrists, and fastened her to a young birch tree.

      Then, drawing his pistol from its holster, he went swiftly forward through the spruces.

      When he saw the cleft in the rocky flank of Star Peak, he walked straight to the black hole which confronted him.

      "Come out of there," he said distinctly.

      After a few seconds Smith came out.

      "Good God!" said Stormont in a low voice. "What are you doing here,

       Darragh?"

      Darragh came close and rested one hand on Stormont's shoulder:

      "Don't crab my game, Stormont. I never dreamed you were in the

       Constabulary or I'd have let you know."

      "Are you Hal Smith?"

      "I sure am. Where's the girl?"

      "Handcuffed out yonder."

      "Then for God's sake go back and ac as if you hadn't found me. Tell

       Mayor Chandler that I'm after bigger game than he is."

      "Clinch?"

      "Stormont, I'm here to protect Mike Clinch. Tell the Mayor not to touch him. The men I'm after are going to try to rob him. I don't want them to because—well, I'm going to rob him myself."

      Stormont stared.

      "You must stand by me," said Darragh. "So must the Mayor. He knows me through and through. Tell him to forget that hold-up. I stopped that man Sard. I frisked him. Tell the Mayor. I'll keep in touch with him."

      "Of course," said Stormont, "that settles it."

      "Thanks, old chap. Now go back to that girl and let her believe that you never found me."

      A slight smile touched their eyes. Both instinctively saluted. Then they shook hands; Darragh, alias Hal Smith, went back into the hemlock-shaded hole in the rocks; Trooper Stormont walked slowly down through the spruces.

      When Eve saw him returning empty handed, something flashed in her pallid face like sunlight across snow.

      Stormont passed her, went to the water's edge, soaked a spicy handful of sphagnum moss in the icy water, came back and wiped the blood from her face.

      The girl seemed astounded; her face surged in vivid colour as he unlocked the handcuffs and pocketed them and the little steel chain.

      Her lip was bleeding again. He washed it with wet moss, took a clean handkerchief from the breast of his tunic and laid it against her mouth.

      "Hold it there," he said.

      Mechanically she raised her hand to support the compress. Stormont went back to the shore, recovered her rifle from the shallow water, and returned with it.

      As she made no motion to take it, he stood it against the tree to which he had tied her.

      Then he came close to her where she stood holding his handkerchief against her mouth and looking at him out of steady eyes as deeply blue as gentian blossoms.

      "Eve," he said, "you win. But you won't forgive me. … I wish we could be friends, some day. … We never can, now. … Good-bye."

      Neither spoke again. Then, of a sudden, the girl's eyes filled; and Trooper Stormont caught her free hand and kissed it;—kissed it again and again—dropped it and went striding away through the underbrush which was now all rosy with the rays of the sunset.

      * * * * *

      After he had disappeared, the girl, Eve, went to the cleft in the rocks above.

      "Come out," she said contemptuously. "It's a good thing you hid, because there was a real man after you; and God help you if he ever finds you!"

      Hal Smith came out.

      "Pack in your meat," said the girl curtly, and flung his rifle across her shoulder.

      Through the ruddy afterglow she left the way homeward, a man's handkerchief pressed to her wounded mouth, her eyes preoccupied with the strangest thoughts that ever had stirred her virgin mind.

      Behind her walked Darragh with his load of venison and his alias, - and his tongue in his cheek.

      Thus began the preliminaries toward the ultimate undoing of Mike Clinch.

       Fate, Chance, and Destiny had undertaken the job in earnest.

      * * * * *

      Episode Two

      The Ruling Passion

      * * * * *

      I

      Nobody understood how Jose Quintana had slipped through the Secret

       Service net spread for him at every port.

      The United States authorities did not know why Quintana had come to America. They realised merely that he arrived for no good purpose; and they had meant to arrest and hold him for extradition if requested; for deportation as an undesirable alien anyway.

      Only two men in America knew that Quintana had come to the United States for the purpose of recovering the famous "Flaming Jewel," stolen by him from the Grand Duchess Theodorica of Esthonia; and stolen from Quintana, in turn, by a private soldier in an American Forestry Regiment, on leave in Paris. This soldier's name, probably, was Michael Clinch.

      One of the men who knew why Quintana might come to America was James Darragh, recently of the Military Intelligence, but now passing as a hold-up man under the name of Hal Smith, and actually in the employment of Clinch at his disreputable "hotel" at Star Pond in the North Woods.

      The other man who knew why Quintana had come to America was Emanuel

       Sard, a Levantine diamond broker of New York, Quintana's agent in

       America.

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      Now, as the October days passed without any report of Quintana's detention, Darragh, known as Hal Smith at Clinch's dump, began to suspect that Quintana had already slid into America through the meshes of the police.

      If so, this desperate international criminal could be expected at

       Clinch's under some guise or other, piloted thither by Emanuel Sard.

      So Hal Smith, whose duty was to wash dishes, СКАЧАТЬ