第46章 BOOK II:AS SEEN BY DETECTIVE SWEETWATER(25)

"I'm not good at conundrums.I was given a task to perform,and Iperformed it,"was Sweetwater s sturdy reply.Then slowly,with his eye fixed directly upon his antagonist,"I guess they thought you a man.And so did I until I heard you burn those letters.Fortunately we have copies.""Letters!"Fury thickened the speaker's voice,and lent a savage gleam to his eye."Forgeries!Make believes!Miss Challoner never wrote the drivel you dare to designate as letters.It was concocted at Police Headquarters.They made me tell my story and then they found some one who could wield the poetic pen.I'm obliged to them for the confidence they show in my credulity.I credit Miss Challoner with such words as have been given me to read here to-day?

I knew the lady,and I know myself.Nothing that passed between us,not an event in which we were both concerned,has been forgotten by me,and no feature of our intercourse fits the language you have ascribed to her.On the contrary,there is a lamentable contradiction between facts as they were and the fancies you have made her indulge in.And this,as you must acknowledge,not only proves their falsity,but exonerates Miss Challoner from all possible charge of sentimentality.""Yet she certainly wrote those letters.We had them from Mr.

Challoner.The woman who brought them was really her maid.We have not deceived you in this.""I do not believe you."

It was not offensively said;but the conviction it expressed was absolute.Sweetwater recognised the tone,as one of truth,and inwardly laid down his arms.He could never like the man;there was too much iron in his fibre;but he had to acknowledge that as a foe he was invulnerable and therefore admirable to one who had the good sense to appreciate him.

"I do not want to believe you."Thus did Brotherson supplement his former sentence."For if I were to attribute those letters to her,I should have to acknowledge that they were written to another man than myself.And this would be anything but agreeable to me.

Now I am going to my room and to my work.You may spend the rest of the evening or the whole night,if you will,listening at that hole.As heretofore,the labour will be all yours,and the indifference mine.

With a satirical play of feature which could hardly be called a smile,he nodded and left the room.

XXI

A CHANGE

"It's all up.I'm beaten on my own ground."Thus confessed Sweetwater,in great dejection,to himself."But I'm going to take advantage of the permission he's just given me and continue the listening act.Just because he told me to and just because he thinks I won't.I'm sure it's no worse than to spend hours of restless tossing in bed,trying to sleep."But our young detective did neither.

As he was putting his supper dishes away,a messenger boy knocked at his door and handed him a note.It was from Mr.Gryce and ran thus:

"Steal off,if you can,and as soon as you can,and meet me in Twenty-ninth Street.A discovery has been made which alters the whole situation."

XXII

O.B.AGAIN

"What's happened?Something very important.I ought to hope so after this confounded failure.""Failure?Didn't he read the letters?"

"Yes,he read them.Had to,but -"

"Didn't weaken?Eh?"

"No,he didn't weaken.You can't get water out of a millstone.

You may squeeze and squeeze;but it's your fingers which suffer,not it.He thinks we manufactured.those letters ourselves on purpose draw him.""Humph!I knew we had a reputation for finesse,but I didn't know that it ran that high.""He denies everything.Said she would never have written such letters to him;even goes so far to declare that if she did write them -(he must be strangely ignorant of her handwriting)they were meant for some other man than himself.All rot,but -"A hitch of the shoulder conveyed Sweetwater's disgust.His uniform good nature was strangely disturbed.

But Mr.Gryce's was not.The faint smile with which he smoothed with an easy,circling movement,the already polished top of his ever present cane conveyed a secret complacency which called up a flash of discomfiture to his greatly irritated companion.

"He says that,does he?You found him on the whole tolerably straightforward,eh?A hard nut;but hard nuts are usually sound ones.Come,now!prejudice aside,what's your honest opinion of the man you've had under your eye and ear for three solid weeks?Hasn't there been the best of reasons for your failure?Speak up,my boy.

Squarely,now."

"I can't.I hate the fellow.I hate any one who makes me look ridiculous.He -well,well,if you'll have it,sir,I will say this much.If it weren't for that blasted coincidence of the two deaths equally mysterious,equally under his eye,I'd stake my life on his honesty.But that coincidence stumps me and -and a sort of feeling I have here."It is to be hoped that the slap he gave his breast,at this point,carried off some of his superfluous emotion."You can't account for a feeling,Mr.Gryce.The man has no heart.He's as hard as rocks.""A not uncommon lack where the head plays so big a part.We can't hang him on any such argument as that.You've found no evidence against him?""N -no."The hesitating admission was only a proof of Sweetwater's obstinacy.

"Then listen to this.The test with the letters failed,because what he said about them was true.They were not meant for him.

Miss Challoner had another lover."