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SYNOPSIS
„„„ STORY so far: Janice Trent
T ,«av from wedding Ned Paxton,
runS ‘hnt'a gay blade. Unbeknown to
B “p, secretary of an Alaska camp of
c 0 ® h h( , is chief engineer. Mllllcent
ip wife of the man whom he sue
rted is also attracted to him. Bruce
C » first' wants to send Janice back. On a
fl to the city, she encounters Paxton
' 'p “ells him she Is married to Bar
* i The latter hears It and Insists on
‘"wedding that day. After a wedding
* , v arranged by the Samp sisters, who
P ,,„ the Waffle Shop, Bruce and Janice
" home, only to be disturbed shortly
Millicent who tells them her husband,
L Hale, has been shot dead. “If you
had only waited,” she exclaims to Bruce,
!„d crumples. Bruce spends the night
in investigation. The commissioner ar
rives and a probe is on. He is asking
Kadyaraa, Indian, about Hale and Ta
tima, his girl friend.
NoW continue with the story.
CHAPTER XII
■'Well? She’s not your squaw, is
she?” continued the Commissioner.
■•She promise to marry on me. She
work for Meester Hale. She say she
lak dark mans no more, she lak gol’
hair.” * J o>.
"Where were you yesterday?
"In mornin’ cleanin’ out hangar.”
"Did that take all day?”
•‘No sirree. Word come dat chief
marry. Mees Samp seesters, they
sen’ me to woods. I cut every
t’ing green. Bring to H house and
put ’em round room.”
"Yourself?”
"Mees Hale come an’ Meester
Chester. Bruder, seester, dey work
togedder, oder mens come too.”
"Were Mrs. Hale and Chester in
the H house all the time you were?”
"No sirree. Meester Chester go
first. Say to her, ‘You feenish.’ She
sen’ me for more green. W’en I
come back—she gone too.”
"Gone, had she? Where were you
last night?”
"Squaw-dance.”
"Was your girl friend” he
amended—“was Tatima, this girl
you expect to marry, with you?”
"No. She stay at Waffle Shop for
beeg marriage party there.” He
qualified, “She come to dance late,
stay long night through.”
The Indian girl was called next.
Tatima swaggered in, head back.
Her face had the curious color dark
skin has when drained of blood.
"Have a good time at the Indian
dance last night?”
Tatima straightened. “Who, me?
Me go to Indian dance?” Her con
tempt was superb. “I stay at Waf
fle Shop all night, help Mees Samp
seesters clear up after marriage
party.”
* * *
The Commissioner grinned at Ka
dyama.
“Sit down.”
Tatima favored him with a dis
dainful glance. “Who, me? I stan’
up.”
“Suit yourself. You work for Mr.
Hale?”
“Who, me? I work for Mees Samp
seesters.”
“What do you do there?”
“Wait on table. Wash deeshes,
sweep, do much t’ings. Work hard.”
“Yet, you had time to take care
of Mr. Hale’s cabin?”
She tossed her head, set her lips
in a heavy red line of defiance.
Harcourt commanded:
“Answer the Commissioner’s ques
tions, Tatima. We all know that
you worked for Mr. Hale. Tell the
truth,”
She regarded him from under low
ered lids. Hunched her fine shoul
ders.
“Who, me? Tell truth? You not
like it p’raps much as you t’ink. I
tell. I work for Meester Hale.” A
spasm of feeling twisted her face.
She bit her lips. A drop of blood
stained her teeth as she went on.
“I tak’ care of cabin w’ile Mees
Hale gone away.”
“Been there since her return?”
“One tam, p’raps.”
“Remember losing this?”
The Indian girl bent forward to
stare at his extended hand. In the
center lay a blue glass bead. She
clutched at the string about her
ccck. Inscrutability veiled the fright
which had flamed in her eyes. She
drawled:
Lose bead two days ago. Same
tarn she there. ff
With a nod she indicated the girl
st the typewriter desk. Janice felt
16 color mount to her hair as the
tour men looked at her.
desk°" mean that young lady at the
Sure, I mean she. Meester Hale
c phone for her to come. Say he
vf e secret letter. First he send
™ees Hale to Wafpe Shop. Mees
. ,f n ‘ come. He tell her letter. He
l her she beautiful. After w’ile
"?vj’ 1 kees yo’ ban’s. I—’ ”
Didn’t like Hale to tell Miss
you’" slie was beautiful, did
to - He say
. , er, ‘You run away from marry
tn u 85 an ’ run kin’.’ An’ she say,
m «P to bees-ness. He talk more,
k.. c , m °re. Then beads break. I
r ' r Peking them up. I hear no
agvr’"' 1 ear lss Trent’s voice
P . r - k m uch questions, don’t you?
detou 5 y ° U thnk Tatima some leetle
that* 1 ‘ 1 116311 h er speak outside,
3 • She speak very mad to
com Tin ~J immy Chester, ’fore he
cabin’ 6 " 101 * 1 116 come * nto tlie
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Tatima swaggered in.
“Sure, he come. He say very
loud, ‘W’at you mean sending for
Mees Trent, Joe? Try any funny
business an’ I’ll shoot.’ An’ then
Mees Hale come in an’ say, ‘W’at
you doin’ with that pistol, Jimmy?
Joe’s frightened!’ An’ then she
laughed an’ laughed ’sthough she
didn’t know what she doin’, an’ I
went to Waffle Shop an’ wash
deeshes.”
“You didn’t see Mr. Hale again
alive?”
“Who, me? I not see heem again,
never.”
“That’s all. You may go.”
She swung out, head up, the Yaku
tat blanket trailing from one hand.
The Commissioner watched her till
the door closed. Made a note on
his pad.
“You take stenographic notes,
don’t you, Grant? Take Miss Trent’s
testimony.”
He looked at Janice. “Sorry to
bring you into this, but I want to
hear about your visit to Hale’s cab
in.”
“Mr. Hale phoned me to come
and take a letter from his dicta
tion. A codicil.”
“Codicil! Did he sign it?”
“I don’t know. I put it in shape
and sent two copies to him by one
of the men.”
“Make a rough draft for me when
we get through this afternoon. While
you were at the Hale cabin, what
happened?”
“Tatima has given an exact ac
count.”
“You met Chester as you went
out?”
“Yes.”
“What did he say to you?”
“He asked what I was doing in
Hale’s cabin.”
“And you answered?”
“That it was none of his busi
ness. The suspicion in his voice
made me furious.”
“Mm! All the next day you were
away from headquarters, I under
stand. There was a party here in
the evening. Did you dance with
Chester?”
“Yes.”
“Did he mention your meeting of
the day before?”
“Yes. He apologized for his man
ner and I explained why I answered
as I did.”
“You parted good friends?”
“The best.” Thank heaven that
was over! She had squeezed by
without telling what Jimmy had said
in reply.
“Was that all that was said?”
Her 'assurance crashed. Good
grief! She wasn’t under oath, she
hadn’t sworn to tell the truth, the
whole truth. She would say nothing
which could incriminate nice Jimmy
Chester. She smiled engagingly at
the Commissioner.
“Anything more would have been
anti-climax, wouldn’t it?”
His smile was bland, too bland.
“You were in the H house when
Mrs. Hale came last night, weren’t
you? Sorry to remind you of what
must have been a gruesome intru
sion on your happiness, but I want
to know what happened.”
‘‘We were sitting by the fire talk
ing when someone beat furiously at
the door. Mrs. Hale stumbled into
the room. She was breathless as
though she had been running. She
braced herself against the wall, tried
to speak. Mr. Harcourt said,
‘Steady, Millicent. What has hap
pened?’ Her eyes were wide with
horror as she called out, ‘Joe’s
dead! Shot!’ She pitched forward to
the floor.”
‘‘You can remember nothing more
that was said? See who’s knocking,
Grant.”
Janice’s eyes met Harcourt s. He
must be intensely relieved that she
had been reprieved from answering
that question. Tubby Grant opened
the door. Martha Samp stood on
the threshold. In one hand she held
a box. Harcourt rose.
“We were to send for you later,
Miss Martha.”
The woman’s grim lips twisted in
a smile. “Which’s polite for sayin’,
‘What you doin’ here?’ Mr. Bruce,
I came to save you wastin’ the gov
ernment’s time,” She stepped into
the center of the room. Her voice
quavered with excitement. “Found
the revolver that shot Joe Hale?
Must be somewhere.”
“Obviously.” The Commissioner’s
voice dripped sarcasm. Martha
Samp frowned at him
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“What do you mean speakin’ like
that to me, to a woman old enough
to be your mother? I want you
should understand that the engi
neers in this camp didn’t leave their
manners behind in the States. You
et ten waffles for your lunch, Mary
told me. I ain’t under any obliga
tions to feed you an’ your assist
ants while you’re here on this case.
If you try to be a smarty with me,
you’ll eat with the men or the Eski
mos, understand?”
Tubby Grant camouflaged an exu
berant chuckle with a racking
cough. Dauntless Martha Samp bel
ligerently faced the Commissioner.
A smile tempered the amazement
on his face as he rose. He was de-i
cidedly attractive when he stepped
outside his official self, Janice de
cided.
“Miss Samp, if it’s a case of love
my waffles, love me, I’m eating out
of your hand. I never tasted any
thing so good. Sit down. We’ll lis
ten so long as you’ll talk.”
She sat down.
“Sakes alive, I guess you don’t
know what you’re promising. I’m
quite a talker when I get goin’. How
soever, I haven’t got so much to
say unless I get started on crime or
matrimony. Surprisin’ how often
you’ll find ’em related. I’ve found
the pistol.” From the box she cau
tiously extracted a revolver
wrapped in a soft white cloth. A
revolver with a gleaming mother
of-pearl butt.
The office whirled before Janice’s
incredulous eyes. Bruce Harcourt’s!
“I found it on the shore when the
tide went out,” Martha continued.
“When I heard about Mr. Hale, an’
there not being any weapon found,
I says to myself, ‘First thing’ll be
done will be to examine and check
up on every pistol at headquarters.
’Tisn’t likely though that whoever
did it will keep it by him, he’ll get
rid of it. No place I know of better
than the shore.’ So every chance I
had I ran down to the shingle while
the tide was low. I had what you
call a hunch that it wouldn’t be far
away, and it wasn’t.”
The Commissioner broke the re
volver. “One cartridge gone.” He
replaced it on the table. “Ever
seen this gun before, Miss Samp?”
“Yes.”
“Where?”
“It belonged to my nephew, Ar
chie Harper.”
“Who owned the revolver after
your nephew—went?”
“Mr. Bruce.”
“Did you know that it was miss
ing, Harcourt?”
“Yes.” Curtly Bruce Harcourt told
of his discovery of the empty holster
on his wall, added that he had in
quired among the engineers if any
one of them had borrowed it.
“Mm. Didn’t connect it with the
shooting, I suppose?”
“The shooting hadn’t occurred at
the time I missed it.”
The door swung slowly open. A
man with dazed eyes swayed on
the threshold. His face was bruised,
his clothing torn. The Commission
er stared at him, open-mouthed.
“Parks! Where did you come
from? Plane crack-up?”
The man’s head achieved a wobbly
shake. “Never got off. Fella grabbed
me as I was climbing into the cock
pit, He flung me down with such
force that I was stunned. I heard
a roar an’ then I didn’t know any
thing.”
“What did he look like?” The
Commissioner shook the dazed man
in his eagerness.
“Go easy. I fell on that arm.
Couldn’t tell what he looked like,
goggles on. But when he grabbed
me I noticed a big black seal-ring
on his finger.”
“Who wears a seal-ring in this
outfit, Harcourt?”
“Chester, the second engineer.”
“Mrs. Hale is Chester’s sister?”
“Yes.”
“I’ll talk with her next. Is she
able to see anyone, Miss Martha?”
“ ’Twill do her good to rouse out
of her daze. If M’s. Hale isn’t
roused I’m ’fraid she’ll get lower an’
lower in her mind. ’Twould be a
pity. She’s got a lot to live for.”
“What d’you mean, she’s got a
lot to live for?”
“Joe Hale was a rich man, I’ve
heard. He didn’t need to work,
but he was crazy over bridge-build
ing /TO BE CONTINUED >
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