BILL WILY REPENTS.
McGlory motioned Wily to take a seat on the floor, near Dhondaram, and
then turned toward Twomley.
"So you put the kibosh on our brown friend all by yourself, did you?"
he asked.
"It wasn't much," was the diffident answer. "I know these Hindoos
somewhat."
"You're the clear quill," said McGlory, "and I've got a different
estimate of you. What do you think?" he added to Burton. "They had my
pard down in the spud cellar, covered with ropes and gagged."
"Nice how-d'ye-do!" growled Burton. "What sort of a way is that to act,
Bill Wily?" and he flashed a look of anger and contempt at the "barker."
"I've made a holy show of myself," mumbled Bill Wily. "That comes of
gettin' confidential with these here chocolate-colored crooks. They're
no good."
"What do you think of yourself, hey?"
"Not much, Burton, an' that's a fact. I'm down and out, and just
because I wanted to shake your show an' not have any trouble. What a
lot of excitement over nothin' at all!"
"Fancy that!" remarked Twomley, mildly surprised. "I guess the man
doesn't know the true state of affairs."
"He'll know everything before we're done with him," snapped Burton.
"You're not goin' to bear down too hard on me, are you, Burton?"
pleaded Wily.
"Why shouldn't I?"
"What've I done?"
"I can't tell that till I hear what happened to Motor Matt. If these
disgraceful proceedings get out, it will be a black eye for the show."
Boss Burton was a queer fish. He had always a high regard for carrying
out every promise he made in his show "paper," and was also solicitous
about the good name of the Big Consolidated; at the same time, he had
done a number of things which gave Matt a poor opinion of his character.
Matt, taking advantage of the opening afforded him, told what had
happened after he had left Burton on the motor cycle. The rough
treatment he had received brought scowls to the faces of McGlory and
Burton.
"That Hindoo might have knifed you, and all on account of Wily there!"
breathed the showman.
"But he didn't," returned Matt, "and that was on account of Wily, too.
Keep that in mind, Burton."
"Your head, pard," said the cowboy solicitously. "You've had a couple
of good hard raps, and I'll bet that block of yours feels as big as a
barrel."
"I'm like Twomley," smiled Matt, "and couldn't expect to come through
such a tussle without a few marks. But it's nothing serious. Another
thing, Burton," he added, turning to the showman, "just recollect that,
if Wily wanted to, he could have used that thing Joe has in his hand.
But he wouldn't, and he fought with Dhondaram rather than let him use
it."
"Wily hadn't the nerve," commented Burton. "He's in the parlor class
when it comes to strong-arm work. He's more of a shell worker and a
confidence man."
"Don't be rough, Burton," begged Wily Bill.
"What've you got to say for yourself?"
"I'm blamed sorry things turned out like they did. That's all."
"Just how sorry are you? Sorry enough to make a clean breast of
everything?"
"That depends on what'll happen to me. You let the ticket man off when
he and Dhondaram tried to loot the Jackson proceeds. I didn't do half
as much as him."
"Tell me what you've done, and then I'll tell you what I'm goin' to
do," said Burton.
"I knew Ben Ali pretty well when he was with the show," returned Wily,
"but he didn't put it up with _me_ to help steal the ticket-wagon
money. I'm not makin' such a terrible sight as spieler for that
side-show outfit, and when I get a letter in Kalamazoo, inclosin'
another in Hindoostanee and askin' me to deliver same, what am I goin'
to do? That letter contained a money order for ten dollars."
"And it was from Ben Ali?" asked Motor Matt.
Wily nodded.
"We got into Kalamazoo about three in the morning," proceeded Wily
Bill, "and when I dropped off the train, Dhondaram stepped out from
between a couple o' box cars----"
"It was the night we left Jackson that we had Dhondaram lashed and
lying in the aisle of the sleeper on section two of the show train,"
interrupted Burton. "He got loose and skipped. I fired a shot at him,
but he jumped off the train. How could he have done that and then shown
up in Kalamazoo the morning we got there?"
The showman was trying to pick flaws in Wily's narrative, but the
"barker" was equal to the emergency.
"For the reason, Burton, that he didn't jump off the train. Dhondaram
rode the platform, and now and then he dodged down on the bumpers when
the train men came too close. As I say, he met me as I dropped off, and
we had a bit of a chin together."
"Why didn't you grab him," demanded Burton, "and turn him over to me?"
"That's where I was lame, I expect, but you forget I was a friend of
Ben Ali's, and Dhondaram was also a friend. That made a sort of hitch
between us. Then, too, Dhondaram told me he was expecting word from
Ben Ali in my care. I hadn't received any word, and I told him so.
Dhondaram said that I would get a letter, sooner or later, and that
he'd like to meet me somewhere near Grand Rapids. That's when I told
him about this house and gave him one of my keys to it."
"What have you got to do with this house?" queried Burton.
"I happen to own it," was the surprising answer. "It ain't worth much,
an' it's been condemned by a railroad that intends runnin' a line of
rails and ties right over the place where it stands. For that reason
it's closed up. I'm to get twelve hundred dollars for the property any
day now. Why," and Wily Bill looked around, "when I was a kid I used to
live here. When the folks died I rented the house an' took to roamin'
around. It was a good place to meet Dhondaram and give him a letter if
there was any come from Ben Ali. I wasn't expectin', though, to call
here before night. The letter from Ben Ali reached me in Kalamazoo in
the afternoon, at a time when Dhondaram must have been travelin' north."
"What did you do with your part of the letter?"
Wily's profession of repentance seemed to be sincere, and Burton and
Matt were doing their utmost to find out everything he was able to
tell. Dhondaram, sitting on the floor with his back against the wall,
glared at Wily fixedly while he talked. The savage menace of the
Hindoo's look, however, seemed to make not the slightest impression on
the "barker."
"I tore up my part o' the letter, Burton," replied Wily. "Didn't think
it best to carry it around. If I'd torn up Dhondaram's part, too, I
guess I'd have been a whole lot better off."
"I guess you would," agreed the showman dryly. "What had Ben Ali to say
to you?"
"He told me where he wanted Dhondaram to meet him. You see, Ben Ali's
been busy, an' hasn't been payin' much attention to what's been goin'
on in the show."
"By Jove," put in Twomley, "I should say he had been busy."
"Ben Ali didn't know Dhondaram had cooked his goose, so far as the show
was concerned, in Jackson, the same day he joined on."
"Where did Ben Ali send his letter from?" inquired Matt.
"Lafayette."
"And where does he want to meet Dhondaram?"
"Five miles west of the Rapids, on the wagon road to Elgin. There's an
openin' in the woods, somewhere there, and Ben Ali wants Dhondaram to
join him at the place to-morrow morning. I don't know what's up, but I
guess it's somethin' mighty important for the Hindoos."
"Does Ben Ali know about this house of yours?"
"Not a thing. I never told him. I guess I was foolish to jump off the
car and run over here, but the ruction in the side show and the loss
o' that Hindoostanee letter sure got me on the run. I thought mebby,
if I couldn't dodge Motor Matt in the woods, I could get him somewhere
and have a talk with him that would let me out. But things didn't come
out as I wanted. I couldn't shake him in the timber, so I rushed for
the house. Dhondaram was here, ahead o' schedule, an' he complicated
matters a-considerable."
"Do you think," asked Matt, "that we could go to that place on the
Elgin road and meet Ben Ali instead of letting Dhondaram do it?"
Twomley started, for he instantly caught Matt's idea. Dhondaram
likewise showed much concern, and undoubtedly he surmised what was at
the back of the young motorist's head.
"I don't think you could," replied Wily. "Ben Ali ain't nobody's fool,
and he'll have the road watched to see that only the right party comes.
If the wrong party comes, then Ben Ali, more'n likely, 'll fade out of
the oak openin'. You can't get there any way by road without Ben Ali
findin' out just who's after him. That's my notion."
"Suppose we should come in on him from both sides at once?" suggested
Burton.
"Then he'd slide out between you. Oh, he's a slippery proposition, that
boy!"
Twomley nodded affirmatively.
"He speaks the truth," he averred. "A man who can do what Ben Ali has
done is a rogue of the first water."
"There's a way to get at him," said Matt confidently. "Here, in a
thickly populated country, that scoundrel can't have things his own
way."
"He's takin' chances," put in Wily, "but that's his stock in
trade--takin' chances an' throwin' in a little hypnotism now an' then.
Why he's so particular about meetin' Dhondaram is what gets me."
"He needs money," said Burton sarcastically, "and he has to run a few
risks to get it."
"I've got a plan," said Matt, starting toward the door.
"What is it?" asked Burton and McGlory.
Matt turned around in the doorway and cast a suggestive glance at Wily
and Dhondaram.
"I'll not go into it now," said he, "but it all depends on the
truthfulness of Bill Wily. If Wily has given us a straight story,
then the plan will work. If it does, then I shall insist that Wily be
allowed to go free, without any punishment for what he has done. If
the plan doesn't succeed, and Ben Ali is not out on the Elgin road
to-morrow morning, I think Wily can be put through for the work he has
done here in this old house."
"I'm willin' to leave it that way," said Wily, "providin' you're
careful how you come onto Ben Ali, so as not to scare him away, an'
providin' Boss Burton gives me his word to back up Motor Matt's."
"I'm in on the deal," declared Burton.
"Both Wily and Dhondaram will have to be left here under suitable guard
until after the plan is executed," continued Matt.
"Count me in as one of the guard," spoke up Twomley, lighting a
cigarette, "but send over some food and something to sit on. And," he
finished, pointing to the weapon in the cowboy's hand, "Mr. McGlory
might lend me that."
"McGlory will stay and help you with your guard duty," said Matt. "I'll
have to hurry off now. I suppose Ping and Carl are at the show grounds
and are looking after the aëroplane?"
"Ping!" exclaimed McGlory, looking around. "Why, where the nation is
he? He was the one who brought us here, and I haven't thought of him
until this minute. But Carl's at the grounds, Matt. Anyhow, one of the
canvasmen is on duty at the aëroplane's berth."
"Don't fret about the machine," reassured Burton. "I'm going right back
to the grounds and I'll look after it personally."
"Just a minute, gents," called Wily. "How did you fellows know we were
under the floor."
"You walked in the soot," laughed Burton derisively. "McGlory can tell
you all about that."
Thereupon he and Motor Matt left the room. They passed the trap in the
hall floor, and Matt observed that it was flush with the boards and
difficult to locate for any one who did not know it was there.
"I guess the trouble I had here, Burton," remarked Matt, as he and the
showman passed through the front door, "will turn out to be a pretty
good thing, after all."
"Not for Ben Ali," returned Burton, "if he is caught and turned over to
Twomley."
"I was thinking of Margaret Manners," said Matt.