A TENSE MOMENT
Sheriff Kowen located his deputy instantly, and gave the man his orders.
Then the sheriff showed that there was real stuff in him. He did not
turn around and reënter the hotel by the main door. It had occurred to
him that, if any of the Black Star's men were on watch, they might get
suspicious if they saw him around the place too much.
Kowen walked down the street, entered a cigar store, made a purchase,
and sauntered on around the block. He darted into the alley and reached
the rear of the hotel building, and went in at the servants' entrance
when he was sure that he was not being observed.
He exhibited his badge to the first man he met, and was shown how to
reach the rear stairs. By this means he mounted to the fourth floor and
so reached Lawrence's suite again.
"My man's ready," he reported to Verbeck. "If anybody gets down that
fire escape and away, it'll be peculiar. That man can handle bad ones as
easily as others handle infants."
"What are you going to do?" Lawrence inquired.
"The sheriff and I are going to investigate room 256 and the inhabitants
thereof," Verbeck replied. "We are going to walk up to the door and
knock. If we find, when the door is opened, that we have made a
mistake, we shall apologize and say something about knocking at the
wrong door. If we find that we have not made a mistake, there probably
will be fireworks."
"I always did like fireworks," Lawrence said. "Do I get to see these?"
"You may look from your window all you please," Verbeck said. "But we
can't have you with us just now. There may be nothing in this, and there
may be a lot. Ready, sheriff?"
"You know it!" the sheriff answered.
"Allow me to suggest that you put your revolver in your coat pocket, and
put your hand in the same pocket and grasp the revolver. Don't show the
weapon, of course, until we are sure that we are right. We don't want to
frighten innocent persons, if it can be avoided."
"Who do you think is in that room, Verbeck?" Kowen asked.
"Let us see!" Verbeck replied.
Ignoring Lawrence's demand that he be allowed to accompany them, they
left the suite and walked slowly down the stairs. They reached the
second floor, and went along the hall until they reached No. 256. There
they stopped, listened. They could hear somebody talking inside.
Verbeck knocked smartly and then stepped close to the door, the sheriff
at his side. The voices within were stilled, but nobody answered.
Verbeck knocked again, and suddenly the door was thrown open.
Sheriff Kowen gasped, and his revolver was whipped from his pocket.
Roger Verbeck merely chuckled. The woman who had opened the door gave a
little screech and tried to close it again, but Verbeck's foot
prevented. They thrust her back, stepped inside, and closed the door
behind them.
"Good evening, Miss Blanchard!" said Sheriff Kowen. "I tell the truth
when I say that I am delighted to see you!"
"And it is some time since I have had the pleasure of greeting The
Princess," Verbeck added. "Pardon the peculiar manner of this call, but
we felt that it was necessary."
The face of the woman before them had gone white, and now it flushed.
She stepped backward into the room as they advanced. Sitting near the
window was another woman--fat and forty--and she sprang to her feet.
"What is the meaning of this intrusion?" she cried. "I shall call the
office----"
"Calm yourself, madam!" Verbeck told her. "I have not the pleasure of
your acquaintance, but I find you in bad company, and that is
sufficient."
"Yes, and I've got a couple of dandy cells down at the county jail!" the
sheriff said. "They're all cleaned and waiting for you. Hot and cold
water, and eats three times a day. I've stopped raiding gambling dens
for the moment and am taking up another line of work."
He glared at Mamie Blanchard, who was standing close to the table and
glaring back at him.
"Sit down, Miss Blanchard!" Verbeck said. "We are going to have a short
conversation. And kindly do not attempt any foolish move. I dislike to
fight a woman, but at times it seems to be necessary."
Mamie Blanchard sat down. Verbeck could tell, by glancing at her face,
that she had regained her composure--that she was clever, dangerous, a
woman to be watched closely.
"Well, what is it?" she demanded.
"I don't suppose you'll do as I ask, but I am going to give you a
chance," Verbeck said. "I want some information about the Black Star."
"I don't know anything about him. I was in his old gang, as you are
aware. I supposed you had come to arrest me for that. He didn't see fit
to include me in his new organization, because you knew me, I suppose."
"That statement is not at all clever of you," said Verbeck. "You are
talking to men who know better. You helped engineer his escape, didn't
you?"
"Since you know, I did. That is, I got the sheriff to raid the gambling
house, and decoyed him to the little cottage. The Black Star gave me
that much to do because I needed money. But that is all."
"You mean your work for him is done?" Verbeck asked.
"Yes."
"You're not in touch with him any more?"
"No."
"Um! And yet Landers, his trusted lieutenant, is a frequent visitor
here."
"Perhaps that is for personal reasons," said Mamie Blanchard. "We saw
each other a great deal when we were in the old gang, and we are--well,
interested in each other to a certain extent."
"I wish that I could believe your story of a fond romance, but I am
afraid that I cannot," Verbeck said. "Let us put the cards on the table.
You know, Miss Blanchard, that it is only a question of time when the
Black Star will be recaptured and his band scattered or sent to jail.
It will go easier with you personally if you give me the information I
desire; and please do not waste time and breath by saying that you do
not know. Where is the Black Star's headquarters?"
"I don't know--and that is the truth."
"Possibly it is the truth, but you report to him through somebody. I
suppose it is Landers, since he calls here so much. When will Landers be
here again?"
"I don't know."
"What do you know about the Black Star's plans for the future?"
"I don't know anything about them," said Mamie Blanchard.
"She knows, all right, but she'll not talk," the sheriff declared.
"Might as well haul them both to jail, I guess. There's an old charge
against this Blanchard woman, and we can hold the other on suspicion
while we make an investigation."
"You dare take me to jail!" shouted the fat-and-forty lady.
"Tut, tut!" said Sheriff Kowen.
The sheriff did not take his eyes off Mamie Blanchard. He was aware that
she was clever, and he was watching for her to make some move. He
watched her hands particularly.
Verbeck bent forward in his chair again. "It will be a great deal better
for you to talk," he cautioned.
"I've said all that I am going to say!" Mamie Blanchard declared. "If
you want to take me to jail, take me! The Black Star will get me out,
and he'll take pay from the city because I was arrested!"
"You think you can bluff me with a speech like that?" Kowen demanded.
"Not in the least, young woman! You do not seem to appreciate what you
are facing."
"And you," she said, "do not seem to appreciate what is behind you at
this moment!"
"Trying to get me to turn around, so you can make some sort of a move,
are you?" the sheriff asked. "That's old stuff--telling a man to look
behind him."
"There is something behind you, all right," she said.
A man's voice greeted them from the rear.
"I've got both of you covered! Drop that gun, sheriff!"
Both the sheriff and Verbeck suddenly felt something pressing against
the backs of their necks. Each knew what it was--the muzzle of a weapon.
"Drop it!" said the voice again.
The sheriff dropped his gun. He knew it was the only thing to do when
another man had the drop on him.
"Sit still! Don't turn around!" said the voice again.
Suddenly the air about the two men was filled with pungent fumes. Their
heads dropped forward. Once more a vapor gun had done its work, and done
it instantly and well.
* * * * *
Roger Verbeck and Sheriff Kowen returned to consciousness to find that
they were bound and gagged and lashed to chairs placed against the wall.
The two women were still in the room. Landers was there, too.
"You fail again, Verbeck," he said. "You must be losing your
cleverness, as the Black Star says. You enter a room as you entered
this, and sit down and turn your back upon a closet without examining it
first. It was very easy to overcome you after that. I didn't look for
any brains in the sheriff, of course, but I did in you.
"The question now is what to do with you. We have been discussing it
while you were unconscious. Had I my way, you'd be put where you'd
bother us no longer, but the Black Star will not countenance that sort
of violence. He is tender-hearted in some things, as you know.
"It appears that you have discovered our little retreat here, and so we
cannot remain. These ladies will have to go out with me, without even
taking their clothes and toilet articles, and not return. It is a
nuisance to find another hiding place, but there are plenty of them in
the city. We shall have to leave you here, of course. I promise to
telephone the hotel later, and have you released.
"Thought you'd get some information, did you? Let me tell you, Roger
Verbeck, that you'll never catch the Black Star this time. And he'll
strip the city before he is through. He has planned something for
to-morrow night that will not only startle the city, but the entire
country as well. There is not a chance in the world of you or the police
or the sheriff's force preventing it--or doing anything after it has
been accomplished."
Landers motioned to the women, and they went to the closet for hats and
cloaks.
"I don't see the sense of leaving everything," Mamie Blanchard said. "We
can say at the office that I am going away for a few days, but that my
sister will remain. They'll think that you are merely taking me to the
train. At least, I can take a bag. I can put a lot of things in that."
"Very well; perhaps that would be best," Landers agreed. "Take your
time, my dear. There is no need to rush things. We are not likely to be
disturbed here. You'd better put on a heavy veil, too. There may be a
deputy or two around the hotel, and some of them might recognize you.
I'll telephone for a taxi just before we go down."
The two women began packing the bag, while Landers turned his back on
his prisoners, went to the window and looked down at the street.
Verbeck and the sheriff glanced at each other helplessly. There was
small chance that they would be able to trail Landers and the women if
they got away now; and after this they would keep in hiding better. It
appeared that the Black Star's good luck was with him yet.
Verbeck tugged at his bonds, but knew instantly that there was small
hope of freeing himself. If he did, Landers held the advantage. But it
was Verbeck's idea that he could get free at least soon after the others
left the room, and make an effort to trace them.
Landers turned away from the window.
"Verbeck, your man trailed me this afternoon," he said. "He saw me come
into this hotel, I suppose, and found out what room I visited. He's out
at the Black Star's headquarters now, a pampered guest; but when I get a
chance, I'm going to give him what's coming to him. He was the cause of
my getting a rebuke from the Black Star."
"I wish you'd rap that sheriff on the head," Mamie Blanchard remarked.
"He's a nuisance!"
"The Black Star will not stand for work like that, and you know it,"
Landers replied. "Besides, the sheriff is harmless; we have little to
fear from him."
Sheriff Kowen's face grew purple with wrath, and he gurgled behind his
gag.
Mamie Blanchard was packing the bag, and her stout companion was
gathering the things to put into it. Verbeck continued working at the
bonds about his wrists. The cords were cutting through the flesh, but he
did not desist. He knew that every second would be precious as soon as
Landers and the two women left the room.
He stopped for an instant, because the exertion was tiring him, and his
wrists pained so much. He saw that Kowen was trying to get free, too,
and knew that he was making a failure of it. Landers had done his work
well; it was evident that the man was an expert at binding and gagging.
Presently Landers came over, inspected their bonds, and laughed.
"You are only mutilating your wrists, Mr. Verbeck," he said. "I assure
you that you will be unable to get free. I promise to call up the hotel
within an hour or so, and tell them to come up and release you. It will
get into the newspapers, of course--and the public will have another
laugh at your expense--but you should be used to that by this time, you
and the sheriff both. The town should give us credit for handing them a
laugh now and then, as well as thrills."
The sheriff gurgled behind his gag again.
Verbeck looked past him to the window at which was the landing of the
fire escape. He saw a shadow there, and looked away. Then he glanced
back again, a new hope born in his breast. Once more he observed a
shadow, and then a man's face showed for an instant as he peered inside.
The man was his friend, Lawrence.
Lawrence had fussed and fumed for ten minutes after Verbeck and the
sheriff had left. He had opened the window by the fire escape, and had
looked down. The shade at the window in the room on the second floor was
only partially drawn, and Lawrence could see the light streaming out.
"Wonder what those chaps are up to?" he asked himself. "Mean of Verbeck
not to let me in on it. Ought to hear some sort of an explosion soon, I
fancy. Maybe there'll be a row--give the hotel a bad name--beastly
mess!"
He waited for half an hour longer, hanging out of the window and
watching below. He saw nothing, heard nothing. At the foot of the fire
escape a man was standing--the sheriff's deputy.
Then the lust for adventure was born in Lawrence's bosom. He chuckled at
the very idea. He opened the window wider, and got out on the landing of
the fire escape.
He began slowly descending the ladder, round by round, passed the
landing on the third floor, and continued to the second. He went close
to the window, and looked in.
He saw the sheriff and Roger Verbeck bound and gagged and lashed in
their chairs. He saw Landers walking around the room, a revolver in his
hand, and the two women packing the bag.
"Great Scott!" he breathed. "Verbeck and Kowen seem to have come a
cropper! Prisoners, eh? Ought to give them a bit of help, I suppose.
Can't let that other chap get away with this, of course."
Landers walked toward the window, and Lawrence drew back from it. He
waited a moment, then glanced in again--and met Verbeck's eyes. Lawrence
nodded his head. He went to the end of the fire-escape landing and
looked down at the deputy, who had been watching him carefully,
remembering his orders. He took a notebook from his pocket, and a pencil
from another, and scribbled a message:
Come up quick! Man and two women in room have Verbeck and sheriff
bound and gagged. They are packing bag and preparing to leave. I
can't tackle this alone. I'm Verbeck's friend, Lawrence. Either
come up the fire escape or go inside and to room 256 and nab them
at the door, and I'll watch here.
He tossed the note down, and the deputy picked it up and read it. The
deputy was not certain just what to do. If he went inside the hotel he
would disregard the sheriff's orders, which had been to watch the fire
escape. So the deputy decided to climb.
He sprang up and caught the bottom of the iron ladder, reached the first
landing, and worked his way up, watching Lawrence closely, a weapon held
ready if Lawrence proved to be foe instead of friend. Lawrence glanced
inside the room again, and gestured to Verbeck that he had reason to
hope.