A SILVER-BANDED PIPE
Instinctively Ralph Endicott drew away from the shabby man, but stared
at him curiously.
"I beg your pardon," he said. "If you wish to speak with me, come up to
the house later. Anybody will tell you where I live."
"Say, young fellow, don't you get flossy with me," snarled the
detective. "I been waiting for you some time. We want to know what you
know about that bank burglary."
"About what bank burglary?" repeated the young man, and his surprise was
so genuine that Lorna sighed her audible relief.
"The Clinkerport Bank. You know well enough. Don't make it worse for
yourself by denying knowledge of it. You've got to go to town with me
and see Mr. Arad Thompson."
"Arad Thompson?" Ralph repeated. "At the bank? Why----"
The detective turned to shout to Rafe Silver: "Hey, you Portuguese! Get
that car. You can get her around the hole in the road now. Come
alive!"
Ralph stared wonderingly from Tobias to Lorna.
"What does the fellow mean?" he demanded, as the detective moved away to
hasten Silver's movements.
"I cal'late you ain't heard the news, then," said the lightkeeper
slowly. "The bank's been robbed."
"Well? What has that to do with me?"
"I give it as my opinion, Ralph, that some folks think you had a deal to
do with it--yessir!"
"Nonsense!"
"Oh, Ralph! it is true. That--that man is a detective," gasped Lorna.
The young man reddened angrily. He demanded:
"Why do they pick on me? Tell me about it. Where is the evidence?"
A good deal can be said in a few moments, and Lorna gave the particulars
of the discovery of the robbery and the evidence pointing to Ralph's
complicity in it briefly and succinctly.
"Why, I haven't seen that address book of mine, nor the penknife, for a
week," finally said Ralph, shaking his head.
"Where did you have 'em last, for sure?" was Tobias's shrewd question.
"I--I---- Well, I lost them."
"You did, heh? Do you know where you lost 'em?"
"Oh, I suppose so," grumbled the young man.
"Oh, sugar!" ejaculated the lightkeeper. "Out with it! This here has
gone too far for you to dodge any questions, boy. I tell ye folks
really think you know more'n you ought to about that burglary. Every
little thing has got to be explained."
Ralph glanced at Lorna sheepishly.
"I got into a fist fight with a fellow out on the road to Harbor Bar two
days before I started to join the crew of the _Nelly G._"
"With Conny Degger!" murmured Lorna.
"Yes, it was with him," admitted Ralph. "After I got home I saw my
watch chain had been broken and the knife was gone. The address book
had fallen out of my vest pocket, too. When I went back there the next
morning I could find neither, of course. Right on the public road, you
see. Anybody might have picked them up."
"Oh, sugar!" rejoined Tobias before Lorna could speak. "_Any_body
wouldn't have left the knife and the book right where they'd p'int
suspicion at you as robbing the bank. But _some_body would."
"Oh, Tobias!" gasped Lorna.
"Yes, I been having my suspicions right along," said the lightkeeper.
"Tell us something more, Ralphie. Why did you start for New Bedford,
and then come back to town again? All these things seem to p'int to
trouble."
The young man, hesitating, flashed another deprecatory glance at Lorna.
He cleared his throat.
"Why, you see, Tobias, I got a bunch of mail at the post-office just
before I boarded the train. Among the letters was one from a--er----
Well, from a person whom I knew to be in trouble. Serious trouble.
Er--the person needed help at once--financial help. I could give that
help by returning, drawing some money I had in the Clinkerport Bank, and
sending it, registered, to this needy person.
"So, you see," Ralph continued, with more confidence, "I did that. I
could not then get to New Bedford in time to join the _Nelly G._ at the
hour Cap'n Pritchett had told me she would slip her cable. I sent him a
telegram explaining that I would try to pick the _Nelly G._ up off the
coast down yonder. I went down past Peehawket on an empty freight train,
and found Gyp Pellet and his _Gullwing_."
"We know all about that, Ralphie," said Tobias. "How you went out and
was picked up by Cap Pritchett. But you can see yourself it looked
suspicious--'specially to the gossips. Ho--hum! Wal, now, lemme tell
you, I had my own suspicions--and I have 'em yet."
"What do you mean?" Ralph asked, still scowling in a puzzled way. "I
don't see who could have put that book and that penknife there."
"Wake up!" exclaimed the lightkeeper. "Lemme tell you. I heard that
feller talking to Lonzo Burtwell one day. Burtwell's a bad egg if ever
I see one. And that other feller is like enough under Burtwell's
thumb."
"Conny Degger!" exclaimed Ralph suddenly.
"Oh! _That_ is how he got that page out of your address book," murmured
Lorna. But neither of the men heard this observation.
Ralph's face expressed anger now, but no uncertainty. He looked over
Tobias's head toward the south. The detective was standing by the road,
looking in the same direction. In the distance sounded the explosion of
an automobile cut-off. Rafe Silver had got the big limousine again into
action.
"Where is he?" asked Ralph with sudden decision.
"Where is who?" drawled the lightkeeper.
"Degger."
"I cal'late he and Burtwell air still at the Clinkerport Inn. They was,
the last I heard. If they are at the bottom of this business, I give it
as my opinion that they are hanging around to throw dust in the eyes of
Arad Thompson and this here detective."
"What is the matter with that fellow?" broke in Ralph, starting for the
roadside. "He can get that car down here on the beach if he tries."
The blue car had stopped. Rafe Silver got out. Ralph hurried nearer and
Tobias followed in his wake.
"I'll drive it for him," the young fellow said over his shoulder to the
lightkeeper. "I see his arm's in a sling. I want to get to town as
quick as I can. If Dagger is still at the hotel----"
Tobias trotted to keep up with him. "Dad fetch it, boy!" he gasped,
"I've got interest in this business, too, I cal'late. Hey, Rafe! Get
out'n his way."
The Portuguese stepped aside. Ralph whirled the crank, and as the spark
caught he leaped in behind the steering wheel.
"Hey, you!" yelled the detective, suddenly waking up. "I want you!
Hey! you're under arrest."
But the only person near enough to join Ralph on the front seat of the
car was Tobias Bassett. He plunged in just as Ralph shot the limousine
over the guttered brink of the road and down upon the sands.
The big car jounced and groaned, but its engine did not balk. The
detective ran after it for a few yards, shouting for Ralph to stop. But
when the car got back into the road he gave it up.
Lorna was left on the shore in a fog of amazement. It was several
minutes before she thought of Miss Heppy. Then she went back to the
lighthouse. The storm had been abating for an hour or more.
It was not yet half past five when the big automobile swung into the
head of Main Street. The round, red face of the sun was just breaking
through the drab cloud banks overhanging the sea. Its first beams
washed the empty village in a rosy glow. After the turmoil of the night
the townspeople were late in rising.
"What do you cal'late on doing?" demanded Tobias, as Ralph halted the
car in front of the hotel.
"See if those fellows are here yet. If they're not----"
"I'm with you!" exclaimed the lightkeeper, alighting with alacrity. "If
they robbed the bank, why, dad fetch it! they got all my and Heppy's
savings, too. I never did like that Degger."
He was right at Ralph's heels when the latter strode into the hotel
office. A yawning clerk stopped in the middle of a mighty stretch, and,
with mouth agape, stared at the visitors.
"Are Con Degger and Burtwell here?" demanded Ralph.
"Why--why----"
"Are they?"
"Yes. I just got 'em up. The cook's getting them some breakfast, for
they are going out on the clam train."
"Where are their rooms?"
"Right upstairs. One flight. At the rear of the hall. Number eight."
This staccato information followed Ralph as he started up the stairs.
Tobias lingered long enough to say to the clerk:
"They needn't hold the clam train for 'em this morning. And you tell
the cook his breakfast won't likely be eat by them two scalawags unless
he serves it to 'em in jail."
Puffing after his exertions, Tobias was right behind Ralph when the
young man reached the door of number eight. Ralph did not stop to
knock, but flung the door open.
Conny Degger and his friend were fully dressed, even to their coats and
hats. Two strapped valises stood at the foot of one of the beds. The
attitude of the men showed that they were more than ordinarily startled
by the entrance of the visitors.
"Look out for that Burtwell, Tobias. He carries a pistol," called out
Ralph, as he made for Degger.
As Ralph slammed Degger against the wall, Burtwell made a motion toward
his hip. There was a heavy water pitcher in the bowl on the washstand.
As Tobias came through the doorway he saw this and grabbed it.
"Ye would, would ye?" he shouted, and, catching the pitcher up and at
full arm's length, he broke the heavy piece of crockery over Burtwell's
head.
The man crashed to the floor amid the shower of broken crockery, and the
subsequent proceedings--even after the constable came to take both
Degger and him to the local jail--interested Alonzo Burtwell not at all.
Tobias and Ralph Endicott carried the two bags over to the bank, to
which Mr. Arad Thompson had been wheeled in his chair to meet them at
this early hour. When the bags were opened the money taken from the
bank vault was found packed underneath the clothing of Degger and
Burtwell.
"That's a relief, Tobias," the bank president said. "I've had the books
examined, for I did not know but one of the employees might be crooked,
too. This clears everything up."
It was plain that Burtwell and Conny Degger had committed the burglary
without other assistance. Later the Bankers' Protective Association
learned that Burtwell was known in the West as one of the most skillful
bank burglars who ever "felt out" the combination of a vault doorlock.
The writing of that combination in Ralph Endicott's address book had
merely been an attempt made by Conny Degger to throw suspicion on his
enemy.
"And o' course," said the lightkeeper, as Ralph turned the prow of the
limousine toward the Twin Rocks, steering carefully through the crowd of
townsfolk that had gathered before the bank, "the rascal dropped your
knife there where I found it. I cal'late he is a reg'lar snake in the
grass, that Degger. And to think of his trying to shine up to our
Lorny. Oh, sugar!"
Ralph flashed the old man a sharp glance.
"What do you think, Tobias? Do you suppose Lorna really cared for the
fellow?"
"Humph!" was the lightkeeper's non-committal reply.
"For I tell you what it is," the young man went on with earnestness.
"I've been thinking a good deal about it lately----"
"Humph!" said Tobias again. "About it, or about her?"
"Why, confound you, Tobias Bassett, of course I mean I've been thinking
of Lorna. And I think a whole lot of her. But she doesn't care enough
about me----"
"Oh, sugar!" drawled Tobias. "I should say not. Risked her life and
all. _Would_ go with me in that motor-boat to get them life savers.
Ran all the way to Upper Trillion when my old pumps plumb give out. No,
no! Of course she don't think nothing at all about you, Ralph."
"Well----"
"And when she knowed for sure you was aboard that haddocker and it was
in danger, she didn't get down on her knees and pray for you by
name--oh, no! I cal'late I dreamed that!"
"Tobias!"
"Oh, sugar!" observed the lightkeeper with scorn in his voice. "I
cal'late you are purt' near as blind as a bat, Ralph Endicott. Yessir!
That gal loves ye so hard it hurts--jest like I said she would under
proper encouragement."
"Lorna?" murmured Ralph, his eyes suddenly suffused.
The car swerved and Tobias grabbed the driver's arm.
"Hey! Do ye want to have us in the ditch? She won't like ye no better
with a broken neck. And me--I cal'late I want to live a leetle longer.
In spite o' Hephzibah Bassett I mean to have some good out o' our
recovered savings before I die."
"If she does love me," Ralph went on, "we'll get married right away and
I can save her from all the privation she might suffer now that the
Nicholets have lost their money."
Tobias suddenly groaned. He turned in the seat to face his companion.
"I give it as my opinion that I'm an awful sinner--the good Lord forgive
me! I did it for the best. And Lorna never would have found out she
loved you, nor you that you loved her, if ye each hadn't thought t'other
was in trouble."
"What do you mean?" asked Ralph, puzzled.
For a second time the old lightkeeper made his confession. Ralph showed
at first nothing but wonder.
"And she isn't poor at all?" he finally asked.
"Not so fur as I know."
Ralph Endicott suddenly burst into laughter. "You old fox!" he shouted.
"I believe you were right. I never did think so much about Lorna till I
began to worry over her losing her fortune. You are a wonderful
psychologist, Tobias Bassett."
"Huh! Me? There, now, Ralph, you needn't call me such names, even if I
did tell a couple of whoppers to you and Lorny for the good of your
souls. You ought to thank me."
Before they arrived in sight of the light another car purred up behind
them. The chauffeur of this was Jackson, the Nicholets' man.
"Cap'n Bassett!" he shouted, "is Miss Lorna still over at the light?"
"I cal'late," replied Tobias.
"Will you take a letter that I got at the post-office just now for her?
I know she must be expecting it. Oh, Mr. Endicott! is it you?"
He had run his car up beside the limousine. He drove on the right side,
and so easily handed the missive to Ralph.
"I know she's looking for it," Jackson repeated.
"Very well, I'll give it to her," said Ralph.
He looked a second time at the handwriting on the envelope. Then he put
it into his pocket. He withdrew the letter from his pocket again when,
an hour or so later, he and Lorna were walking across the sands toward
the path to the summit of the Clay Head. Ralph offered the letter to
her with a little hesitation.
"Oh! For me?" Then she saw the postmark, "Charlestown, Mass.," and
blushed.
"I think I recognize that handwriting, Lorna," Ralph said. "It is that
of a girl named Cora Devine. I do not know why she should write to you
unless you opened the correspondence. Is it so?" he added gravely.
"Ye-es," admitted Lorna.
"I do not just know what your desire was in writing to Miss Devine. If
it was to learn what my interest in her is, I will tell you that. She
was a Cambridge girl--a mill girl. Silly and showy. You know the kind.
She got into trouble with--with one of the college fellows, and lost her
job. Then her father was harsh to her. You know how many of that sort
of people are, I suppose. They are strict with their children when it
is too late."
"And who was the man, Ralph?" Lorna whispered.
"Well--I'm not much for telling tales out of school. But now that he
has gone so far and is in jail, I may as well tell you that it was
Degger."
"Oh! And he told me you were mixed up with Cora Devine, Ralph."
"I was." And Ralph smiled briefly. "He treated her like a dog. I had
a chance to help her. I merely lent her money. She worked and paid me
back--every cent. Then I managed to make her father reverse his
decision, and Cora went back to live at home. They moved to Charlestown
to escape gossip.
"Now, just lately, the old man has been ailing and they discovered that
to save his life he must be operated on. Cora wrote to me and asked me
for money to help. She says she will pay it back. I believe she
will----
"Why, Lorna! you are tearing that letter up without reading it."
"I don't need to read it."
"But you would see by what she writes that I tell you the truth," he
urged.
She allowed the bits of paper to flutter away across the sands. She
turned her piquant face toward him so that he might see her smile and
the light in her eyes.
"I need nobody to guarantee your word, Ralph Endicott," she said softly.
"I know you are one man without guile."
The old-fashioned fall flowers in Miss Heppy's garden (those which the
high sea had not torn away) made brilliant patches of color upon the
bleached sand before the lighthouse. Tobias o' the Light sat on the
bench beside the door nursing a well-colored pipe.
Out of the open kitchen door floated a delicious odor of frying
doughnuts. Miss Heppy, frying fork in hand and with glowing
countenance, presided over the kettle while the heap of brown rings and
twists grew higher in the bowl on the stove shelf.
"Heppy," her brother said reflectively, removing the pipe from between
his lips to look at it, "I cal'late I will buy me that silver-banded
pipe Si Compton's got in his store case, after all."
He said it tentatively, and then cocked his ear for her reply.
"Tobias Bassett! air you a plumb fool?"
"Not so's you'd notice it I ain't, Heppy," he rejoined, grinning.
"I think you be. You don't need a silver-banded pipe no more than our
old cat needs two tails."
"Oh, sugar! I dunno. A cat with two tails would be something dif'rent,
I do allow."
"You was born looking for trouble," his sister declared. "For love's
sake! ain't you satisfied? We got our money back safe. Now let it be
there----"
"To git stole again, mebbe?" he muttered.
"Better be stole than be frittered away, like you want to. You don't
show any sense."
"Not any?" he asked slyly. "Not even when it comes to matchmakin'? Was
I afraid to step in where you said angels was scare't to tread? Tell me
that, now!"
Miss Heppy was for the moment silenced. Tobias chuckled unctuously.
"And I killed two birds with one stone, didn't I? Four on 'em, to be
exact. Don't talk! If I hadn't started that story about the Nicholets
and Endicotts going stone broke, would there ever been a double wedding
last week in the First Church of Clinkerport, with Miss Ida and the
professor getting hitched, and Ralph and Lorna follerin' suit?
"Oh, sugar! I give it as my opinion neither wedding would have come off
if it hadn't been for me. I'm some little--er--well! whatever it was
Ralph Endicott called me. I cal'late on lookin' up that word in the
dictionary some day.
"Anyway," he concluded, "you got to agree, Heppy, that I'm a good
matchmaker. Those two young folks was drifting apart just as their
uncle and aunt did. And 'twas me got 'em back on the right track.
Ain't it a fact, Heppy?"
His sister had come to the door the better to hear his
self-congratulations. She brought a big brown doughnut on the fork and
this she dropped into his hand as she smiled down upon him.
"I dunno, Tobias. Maybe you was pretty shrewd that time, take it all
around. I know Lorna is going to be dreadful happy with her man. And
Miss Ida, too. Well, I dunno. Maybe you do deserve that silver-banded
pipe," she said.
THE END.