DON MANUEL'S RECOLLECTIONS
Santiago entered the room quite unsuspiciously. His step was light,
his eyes were bright, and he had evidently been successfully plotting
some new and lucrative villainy. In a moment his astonished eyes
lighted upon Herrick, standing tall and smiling on the hearth-rug. A
Spanish oath of the coarsest slipped from his mouth, and he looked
about as evil as a man can look who knows that the game is up. However
he was plucky enough to show fight. He even attempted bluff.
"What are you doing in my rooms Señor?" he demanded in Spanish. "If
you----"
"Don't you think we had better keep to English?" said Herrick blandly.
"I know you speak it so well, and of course we have our mutual friend
Joyce to consider. You are surprised to see me. Natural, very
natural."
Joyce sat in his chair silent and white. He was too frightened to open
his mouth for he knew something of Don Manuel's rages, and dreaded the
tornado which would ensue when the Mexican learned how Herrick had
been told everything by his weak-kneed coadjutor. For a moment
Santiago (still in ignorance as to the true state of affairs), ground
his teeth. Then by an effort of will he recovered his smile, and to
all appearances his usual temper. "You will excuse me if I spoke
rudely Señor," he said with a polite how, "it is not my custom. But I
am rather taken aback at meeting you here. I do not remember having
asked you to come."
"That's all right," replied Jim cheerfully. He did not sit down, for
Santiago was still on his feet. And one can use a revolver better when
standing. "I heard that you had been suddenly called to Town
yesterday. I therefore made it my business to follow."
"Very kind of you," said Santiago slipping his hand into his breast
pocket, an action which was imitated by Herrick, "but how did you find
out my address? I never gave it to you."
"An oversight on your part my dear Don Manuel," replied Jim politely
but watchful of the man's slightest action, "but the fact is my friend
Joyce left Beorminster yesterday as you know--that was after his talk
with you I believe. I thought that it was possible you might ask him
to stop with you for a day or so in place of returning to his own
home. Therefore I telegraphed to town asking certain friends of mine
to keep a watch on him and--you."
"What am I to understood from all this Señor?"
"This much. That your game is up. Joyce has told me much; I have
waited to see if you will tell me more."
Don Manuel cast a black look at Robin who began to 'whimper. "I could
not help it," he said, "it's all over. I had to tell him."
"You told him what?" demanded the Mexican livid with rage.
"All about the conspiracy--Frisco, and a few other--ah, would
you"--for Don Manuel had whipped out his revolver. Herrick was just as
quick and the two men faced one another. Robin gave a shriek like a
frightened woman. The sight was an unpleasant one.
"For God's sake!" cried Joyce wringing his hands.
"One moment before you fire Señor," said Herrick coolly, "I would have
you know that the firing of a single shot will bring up the police."
Santiago dropped his revolver with a start. "The police," he muttered;
then after a pause he returned his weapon to his pocket. "You can do
the same Señor," he said calmly.
"I don't think we shall have much use for them," said Herrick putting
away his weapon and sitting down. "I think we may talk now that these
preliminaries are ended. Will you not be seated Señor Manuel."
"In my own house!" exclaimed the Spaniard between his teeth but sat
nevertheless.
"Quite so; I have to ask you pardon for that. But you see my friend, I
must stand if you do, and I am tired. You might use that pretty little
weapon in your pocket."
"I may do so yet," said Santiago with an ugly look.
"Possibly. All the same I would point out that your intention has its
disadvantages. In the first place I am a good and a quick shot. In the
second as my shot or yours would summon the police, you might get into
trouble."
"The police can do nothing to me."
"If you attempt to kill me I think they can do a lot. We are not in
Mexico now, Señor Santiago. Come, let us talk sensibly. I am sure you
must see that I am in a position to dictate my own terms. You will not
find them hard I assure you always provided--"
"Provided what?"
"That you did not murder Colonel Carr. If you did, I fear--I fear I
shall be obliged to hand you over to the police. We have a prejudice
against people being killed in this country, Don Manuel."
"Oh, curse your fine speeches!" growled the Don. "I did not kill Carr
if that is what you are driving at." He paused and cast a look at
Joyce. "I see that you have got the better of me. If that
white-livered cur had held his tongue--however I must make the best of
a bad job. Come, if I answer your questions freely and frankly will
you promise not to inform the police of what I tell you?"
"No, I can't promise that. If you know where Frisco is you must tell
me. I want to have that man hanged." Joyce started up with a cry. "I
am sorry Robin, if he is your father, but as he is a murderer also he
must--"
"One moment," interposed Santiago coolly, "Frisco is no murderer."
"Indeed? Then, as you were in possession of the pistol with which
Colonel Carr was shot, perhaps you can tell me who used it. That is,"
said Herrick significantly, "if you did not use it yourself."
"I don't use weapons of that sort," said Santiago scornfully, "besides
it was my game to frighten Carr, not to kill him."
"I see. It was you who sent those warnings in cipher."
"You know that do you. Yes, it was I, and to make Carr afraid. He had
few good nights after he got those warnings I know."
"They were all bluff?"
"So far as I was concerned," replied Santiago easily, "but had I
chosen they could have been sent in deadly earnest."
"I do not understand."
"I do not think you will until I explain. But first I must be assured
of my own safety before I speak."
"Well," said Dr. Jim pulling out his pipe, "its this way you see. I
want to get to the bottom of this conspiracy. Also to learn who killed
Carr. I could have you arrested on a charge of trying to kill Marsh,"
here the Mexican muttered a curse on Robin's head and the little man
winced. "But if you will prove to me that you did not kill Carr and
tell me the whole truth, why I will let you go back to Mexico
unharmed."
"And if I refuse?" demanded Don Manuel. "In that case I'll call up the
police and give you and Joyce in charge for conspiracy and assault
with intent to kill."
"I did not wish to kill him," protested Manuel, "I only wanted to
prevent him going to the vault."
"And so allow the money to pass to Frisco," put in Herrick, "very
clever. I know all about that. Tell me something new."
"If I had only been here before you intimidated this--"
"You would have done as he has done," said Herrick; then changing his
tone, he spoke sharply. "We are wasting time. Tell me all I want to
know; answer my questions, and you shall go free, save that I shall
have you watched until the true murderer of Colonel Carr has been
found. If you refuse you shall be arrested forthwith."
"And if I were to shoot you?" cried Santiago savagely half rising.
"You would be hanged, or else you would have to end your own life.
Don't I tell you the sound of the shot will bring up the men I have
had posted?"
Santiago reflected for a moment, then he took out his revolver and
tossed it carelessly on to the table. "You are the stronger Señor. I
give in. Allow me to roll a cigarette, and I will answer all your
questions. I am not afraid, for I can swear by the Holy Mother that I
did not kill Carr and--" added Santiago with a gay laugh, "I rather
regret I did not."
"Come," said Herrick lighting his pipe, "the story. In the first place
where did you meet Colonel Carr?"
"In Mexico about twenty years ago. You would not think it to look at
me. But I am not young, Señor Herrick."
"Did you meet Frisco at the same time?"
"Joyce's father? I did."
"Wait a moment," said Robin, "I wanted to tell Herrick the precise
relationship between myself and Colonel Carr, but I grew confused. Was
not my mother his niece? I forget. I am so muddled."
"No. It is this way. The uncle of Colonel Carr, a younger brother of
his father was turned out of doors by the grandfather. He went to the
States and married. He died leaving a widow and daughter. The widow
died and the daughter married an American. Your father was the son,
and he married your mother. You are their son. Therefore you were a
kind of third or fourth cousin to Carr. Your father Frisco was a
second cousin. I think it is this way, but," Santiago shrugged his
shoulders "your English relationships are so very confusing."
"Cousins will do," said Herrick. "Did Carr know that Frisco--we will
continue to call him so as it is rather confusing--did Carr I say,
know that Frisco was his second cousin?"
"Yes! For that reason he allowed Mrs. Joyce an annuity of five hundred
a year."
"Why was it not continued to our friend here?"
Don Manuel laughed. "I think the Colonel and Frisco had quarrelled by
then, and Carr had told him to look after his own brat."
"How dare you?" cried Robin jumping up.
"My friend, I repeat what the Colonel said. That is all."
Herrick interposed. "Did Mrs. Joyce know that Frisco was with Carr?"
"Oh, dear me no. She thought she was a widow."
"That is true," said Robin gloomily, "my mother always said that my
father had died in America. I could not believe that Frisco was my
father until he convinced me."
"I think we both convinced you," said the Mexican with a laugh, "but
it strikes me Dr. Herrick that we are beginning the story at the wrong
end. Let me tell it in my own way. It will be much clearer."
"I hope it will be true."
"Oh, as to that I have no reason to conceal anything now," said Don
Manuel with a shrug, "you may as well know all. The money is lost and
I shall return to Mexico as poor as I set out. Well?"
"Tell the story in your own way," growled Herrick disliking the
coolness of the man yet half admiring his nerve. "Well then," said
Santiago placing a cigarette in his mouth and crossing his legs, "it
is this way. Twenty years ago I met Colonel Carr. He was in the war
between Chili and Peru, and a brave soldier he was. A brute also.
There was nothing he would not do to get money. He had left his home a
pauper, and he swore he would go back a millionaire. But when the war
was at an end, he had not got the fortune he wanted. It was about that
time that Frisco fell in with Carr."
"And Frisco introduced himself as a cousin?"
"Just that," said Santiago briskly. "They soon found out the
relationship. Joyce--I am speaking of your father my friend," this in
an aside to Robin, "Joyce came from San Francisco, so the Colonel one
day being drunk, called him Frisco--the name stuck to him. After that
they were what you English call pals, and hung round Lima trying to
make money. I was in the army then and saw much of them. Frisco was as
anxious as Carr to be rich. He said he had left a wife and son in
California."
"That was you Robin," put in Herrick much interested.
"Yes. That was Robin," said Don Manuel with a sour glance at the
little man whom he had not yet forgiven for his cowardly confession.
"Well Señor, the two tried to make money and could not. Then they
heard of the treasures buried by the Indians when Pizarro conquered
Peru. They went off to Cuzco; afterwards up into the mountains. For
some months they were gone. One day they came back to Lima to see me,
ragged and poor. They had caught an Indian who knew of a large
treasure in gold and jewels. He told them where it was hidden, and
gave them a plan."
"But I thought the Indians would not tell," said Herrick, who knew
something of the country of which Santiago was speaking.
"This one did," said the Mexican with a smile, "they tortured him with
a red-hot gun barrel. Don't look so astonished Señor. Indians are not
much above the beasts, and I told you Carr was a devil. They tortured
him till he gave them the plan. Carr was afraid of losing it, so he
made Frisco tattoo it on his breast, and then burnt the original
plan."
"Ah!" Herrick started to his feet, "I see now why Carr wanted his body
watched for a year! At the end of that time the plan--'
"Would not be recognisable," finished Santiago quietly. "Exactly so,
Señor. Carr knew from the ciphers I sent him that I was in the country
and would in some way try to get a sight of that plan. For that, he
shut himself up in the tower, and"----
"Wait a bit," said Herrick, "he built that tower when he came home ten
years ago. Your coming did not make him build it."
"He knew that someone would come and try to kill him," said Don Manuel
coolly, "but I am telling the end before the beginning. Let me go on.
Well, Dr. Herrick, as I said, Colonel Carr had that plan tattooed on
his breast. He would not show it to me, but wanted me to join in an
expedition to get the treasure. I got the money and fitted out the
expedition. We started off to Cuzco, then up the Apurimac and on the
mountains. I told you something of this before Señor. On the way they
betrayed me into the hands of some Indians, and went on themselves. I
cursed my fate when I learned their treachery. I was held captive for
two, three years. To revenge myself on Carr I told the Indians how he
had found the treasure. They were furious, and sent out men to protect
it. But Carr fought them and got away to the coast with a quantity of
jewels, and gold. He went to the States, and afterwards came on to
England where he settled down at 'The Pines.' But at Lima he was twice
nearly assassinated, and knew that the Indians had appointed some of
their more civilised countrymen to follow and kill him and to cut the
plan of the hiding-place out of his flesh. He knew also that these
appointed would follow him across the water to the ends of the earth.
But he managed to give them the slip, and never thought that in an
obscure country village he would be in danger. All the same he built
the tower that he might keep himself safe while asleep."
"And are you one of these emissaries?" asked Herrick. Santiago shook
his head. "I might have been had I so chosen," said he, "but I
wanted a share of the money myself, or at all events a plan of the
hiding-place, that I might search for it."
"How did you hear all this, when you were a captive?"
"I did not--then. It was when I got back to Lima that I heard. I could
not learn where Carr had gone. I did not know even if Carr was his
real name. I hunted for him both in North and South America, but he
had so cleverly concealed his trail that I could not trace him. Then I
was ill for a long time after the privations I had suffered amongst
the Indians. It was only within the last year that I discovered the
whereabouts of Carr. I then came to England to frighten him. So I sent
those cipher warnings. I wanted a share of the money' or the plan.
Carr refused to give me either."
"Ah! you saw him then?"
"No! he wrote me a letter defying me to do my worst. Of course he
thought that I was one of those appointed to kill him. That was why he
lived in the Tower, and arranged that his body should be watched after
his death. Dead or alive you see he was determined that I should get
nothing."
"You came down to Saxham to break into the vault?" suggested Herrick.
"No, I should have done so, had I not hit upon this other plan--what
you call the conspiracy. But I thought that through this little fool I
might get the money. I deserve it more than Stephen Marsh."
There was silence for a few minutes. Santiago was regretting the
downfall of his hopes. Robin was wondering about his own future, and
Dr. Jim reflected on the strange story which had been told to him.
"Did you never go down to Saxham?" he asked. "Oh, yes, Señor," replied
the Mexican airily "on the night when Colonel Carr was murdered, I was
at the rectory."
"With Pentland Corn," said Herrick, "then you knew him before?"
"I know him better than anyone in his parish knows him," said
Santiago, "he is a gambler. Often he leaves his Church to come to the
Pimlico Club and gamble. It was there that I met him. He was the
friend I spoke of when I first saw you, Señor Herrick--the friend who
told me about Colonel Carr. As I had the secret of this padre I used
him as an intermediator between myself and Carr."
Herrick was surprised to hear this about Corn, and could easily see
how the unfortunate man had been kept under the thumb of this
adventurer. "You are certainly skilful in finding tools," said he
dryly and with a glance at the silent Joyce. "So you were at the
rectory on that night? How can I be sure that you were not at 'The
Pines?'"
"Oh! You want to accuse me of the murder!" said Don Manuel rather
amused. "I assure you I did not kill Carr. It was not my aim to do so.
I wished to get the money without danger from your laws. To be plain
Señor, I went to Pentland Corn, to see if he could bribe or force
Frisco into betraying Carr into my hands. I came to Beorminster by a
late train, and went to Saxham by the public coach. About nine I came
to the rectory. The Reverend Corn was out, but I waited for him."
"He could not have been out," said Herrick. "Mrs. Marsh was with him,
and her son had come to fetch her."
"You are right except as to the time, Señor. Mrs. Marsh had gone by
nine, and her son also. Corn came back and said that he had taken them
to the public conveyance. He was pale, and looked haggard. I told him
he lied. He lost his nerve and threw on the table a pistol--"
"Ha! The pistol you gave to Joyce?"
"The same," replied Santiago coolly, "the weapon with which Carr was
murdered."
"Do you mean to say that Corn killed the Colonel?" cried Herrick
starting to his feet. "It is a lie. I do not believe it."
"Then why ask me to tell you the truth. It was Corn who killed Carr.
He was a gambler, and deeply in the Colonel's debt. Those visits he
paid to 'The Pines' were not to convert Carr as he alleged, but to
gamble with him. He lost much money to Carr. The Colonel threatened if
he did not pay, to denounce him. Corn knew that he would lose his
position, if this was done. He knew also that Carr was a threatened
man; I had told him. It then occurred to him to kill Carr, and he
thought that the suspicion might be shifted on to those who had lost
the treasure. Thus his secret and himself would be safe."
"It is incredible!" said Herrick, and even Joyce looked amazed. "It is
true," replied the Mexican. "Of course if you will not believe me I
really cannot help it. I know that Corn is guilty. He told me so
himself, and I took from him the pistol by way of proof. Being thus in
my power, I forced him to do my bidding. You can see now, how he
declared that I had not left him on the night Señor Marsh was
assaulted. It was I who struck him, and Corn by my directions proved
the alibi. That is the whole story Señor. Is there anything else you
want to know?"
"The whereabouts of Frisco?"
"Ah I can't tell you that. Frisco trusts no one, not even me. When
Joyce or myself want to see him, we have to put a cipher into the
'Telegraph.'"
"Then you must do so now; I want to see the man."
"Why? He is innocent."
"So you say. But I have yet to be convinced of Pentland Corn's guilt."
Joyce jumped to his feet. "I am sure my father is innocent," he cried,
"but I will get him to see you if you like."
"I think it would be better," said Herrick dryly and took up his hat.
"One moment, Señor," said Santiago quietly, "how do we stand?"
"I shall do nothing until I see Corn, and learn if he really killed
Carr as you say. In the meantime Joyce can go back to his flat, and
you can remain here Don Manuel. You are perfectly safe from the
police."
"But you will have us watched?"
"Certainly," said Herrick with a nod, "you see I cannot trust you.
Besides I want you to write down all you have told me, and sign it. I
have Joyce's confession. I want yours."
"I will do so with pleasure," replied the Mexican after a pause, "I
have done nothing against your law."
"Nothing, except try to kill Marsh."
"Oh! you have promised to hold me guiltless of that."
"True enough. You are safe so far as that is concerned. There is
honour amongst thieves, Señor Manuel. I have come lately so much into
contact with people like you and Joyce, that I feel rather a bad lot
myself."
The Mexican drew himself up and his eyes glittered. "Señor, you shall
answer me for those words. I am a gentleman, and I challenge you to a
duel. You dare not refuse."
"We'll see about that, when this matter of Carr's death is settled,
Don Manuel. Meantime, remember that every move you make, I shall know
of and baffle."
Santiago shrugged his shoulders. "The fine scheme is ended," he said,
"this little fool has spoilt all. I will do what you wish Señor, since
you are too strong for me."
"Very good. And Joyce, you must get your father to see me."
"If I can," muttered Robin with a glance of hatred.
"You must," answered Herrick going to the door. "Good-bye gentlemen, I
shall leave you to settle your own affairs now." And he went out
laughing.