Professor Bolton paused, and blinked his dim old eyes.
“So the matter was arranged,” he continued. “Mr. Bland, a clerk in Hayden’s employ, was sent up here with the money, which he placed in the safe on the very night of our arrival. The safe had been left open by Rutter; Bland did not have the combination. He put the package inside, swung shut the door, and awaited the arrival of the mayor.”
“I was present,” smiled Magee, “at the ceremony you mention.”
“Yes? All these plans, as I have said, were known to Drayton. A few nights ago he came to me. He wanted to send an emissary to Baldpate — a man whom Cargan had never met — one who could perhaps keep up the pretense of being here for some other reason than a connection with the bribe. He asked me to undertake the mission, to see all I could, and if possible to secure the package of money. This last seemed hardly likely. At any rate, I was to gather all the evidence I could. I hesitated. My library fire never looked so alluring as on that night. Also, I was engaged in some very entertaining researches.”
“I beg your pardon?” said Billy Magee.
“Some very entertaining research work.”
“Yes,” reflected Magee slowly, “I suppose such things do exist. Go on, please.”
“I had loudly proclaimed my championship of civic virtue, however, and here was a chance to serve Reuton. I acquiesced. The day I was to start up here, poor Kendrick came back. He, too, had been a student of mine; a friend of both Drayton and Hayden. Seven years ago he and Hayden were running the Suburban together, under Thornhill’s direction. The two young men became mixed up in a rather shady business deal, which was more of Hayden’s weaving than Kendrick’s. Hayden came to Kendrick with the story that they were about to be found out, and suggested that one assume the blame and go away. I am telling you all this in confidence as a friend of my friends, the Bentleys, and a young man whom I like and trust despite your momentary madness in the matter of yellow locks — we are all susceptible.
“Kendrick went. For seven years he stayed away, in an impossible tropic town, believing himself sought by the law, for so Hayden wrote him. Not long ago he discovered that the matter in which he and Hayden had offended had never been disclosed after all. He hurried back to the states. You can imagine his bitterness. He had been engaged to Myra Thornhill, and the fact that Hayden was also in love with her may have had something to do with his treachery to his friend.”
Magee’s eyes strayed to where the two victims of the dead man’s falsehood whispered together in the shadows, and he wondered at the calmness with which Kendrick had greeted Hayden in the room above.
“When Kendrick arrived,” Professor Bolton went on, “first of all he consulted his old friend Drayton. Drayton informed him that he had nothing to fear should his misstep be made public, for in reality there was, at this late day, no crime committed in the eyes of the law. He also told Kendrick how matters stood, and of the net he was spreading for Hayden. He had some fears, he said, about sending a man of my years alone to Baldpate Inn. Kendrick begged for the chance to come, too. So, without making his return known in Reuton, three nights ago he accompanied me here. Three nights — it seems years. I had secured keys for us both from John Bentley. As we climbed the mountain, I noticed your light, and we agreed it would be best if only one of us revealed ourselves to the intruders in the inn. So Kendrick let himself in by a side door while I engaged you and Bland in the office. He spent the night on the third floor. In the morning I told the whole affair to Quimby, knowing his interest in both Hayden and Kendrick, and secured for Kendrick the key to the annex. Almost as soon as I arrived—”
“The curtain went up on the melodrama,” suggested Mr. Magee.
“You state it vividly and with truth,” Professor Bolton replied. “Night before last the ordinance numbered 45 was due to pass the council. It was arranged that when it did, Hayden, through his man Rutter, or personally, would telephone the combination of the safe to the mayor of Reuton. Cargan and Bland sat in the office watching for the flash of light at the telephone switchboard, while you and I were Max’s prisoners above. Something went wrong. Hayden heard that the courts would issue an injunction making Ordinance Number 45 worthless. So, although the council obeyed Cargan’s instructions and passed the bill, Hayden refused to give the mayor the combination.”
The old man paused and shook his head wonderingly.
“Then melodrama began in dead earnest,” he continued. “I have always been a man of peace, and the wild scuffle that claimed me for one of its leading actors from that moment will remain in my memory as long as I live. Cargan dynamited the safe. Kendrick held him up; you held up Kendrick. I peeked through your window and saw you place the package of money under a brick in your fireplace—”
“You — the curtains were down,” interrupted Magee.
“I found a half-inch of open space,” explained the old man. “Yes, I actually lay on my stomach in the snow and watched you. In the morning, for the first time in my life, I committed robbery. My punishment was swift and sure. Bland swooped down upon me. Again this afternoon, I came upon the precious package, after a long search, in the hands of the Hermit of Baldpate. I thought we were safe at last when I handed the package to Kendrick in my room to-night — but I had not counted on the wild things a youth like you will do for love of a designing maid.”
Twelve o’clock! The civic center of Upper Asquewan Falls proclaimed it. Mr. Magee had never been in Reuton. He was sorry he hadn’t. He had to construct from imagination alone the great Reuton station through which the girl and the money must now be hurrying — where? The question would not down. Was she — as the professor believed — designing?
“No,” said Mr. Magee, answering aloud his own question. “You are wrong, sir. I do not know just what the motives of Miss Norton were in desiring this money, but I will stake my reputation as an honest hold-up man that they were perfectly all right.”
“Perhaps,” replied the other, quite unconvinced. “But — what honest motive could she have? I am able to assign her no rôle in this little drama. I have tried. I am able to see no connection between her and the other characters. What—”
“Pardon me,” broke in Magee. “But would you mind telling me why Miss Thornhill came up to Baldpate to join in the chase for the package?”
“Her motive,” replied the professor, “does her great credit. For several years her father, Henry Thornhill, has been forced through illness to leave the management of the railway’s affairs to his vice-president, Hayden. Late yesterday the old man heard of this proposed bribe — on his sick bed. He was very nearly insane at the thought of the disgrace it would bring upon him. He tried to rise himself and prevent the passing of the package. His daughter — a brave loyal girl — herself undertook the task.”
“Then,” said Mr. Magee, “Miss Thornhill is not distressed at the loss of the most important evidence in the case.”
“I have explained the matter to her,” returned Professor Bolton. “There is no chance whatever that her father’s name will be implicated. Both Drayton and myself have the highest regard for his integrity. The whole affair was arranged when he was too ill to dream of it. His good name will be smirched in no way. The only man involved on the giver’s side is dead in the room above. The man we are after now is Cargan. Miss Thornhill has agreed that it is best to prosecute. That eliminates her.”