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CHILD OF EVIL
OKT .=c c r By 0CTAVUS ROY COHEN
CHAPTER IX—Continued
— 10 —
Mr. Forrest answered Kay’s unspo¬
ken question. He said, almost apol¬
ogetically, “We were just driving
by . . .” and then went on to ex¬
plain that he had been compelled to
make a trip to some tiny cross-roads
hamlet to straighten out the family
tree of a deceased gentleman who
had left considerable property.
"Like all these swamp angels,"
smiled Mr. Forrest ruefully, "they
never seem to remember all their
relatives. Andy drove me out this
afternoon and I’ve been talking to
uncles and aunts and cousins for
hours."
She conversed nervously. She
wanted them to go, to go quickly.
She was afraid all over again—
afraid that Kirk might come while
they were with her.
Actually, they remained at the
house less than 20 minutes . . . but
it seemed like that many hours. And
when they told her good night and
walked off toward the parking place
under the live oaks some 200 yards
back of the house, Kay dropped onto
a chair and sat staring. She was
trembling with nervous reaction.
Margaret came downstairs first.
She crossed the room and put her
hand on Kay’s shoulder. She said,
"You’ve got to pull yourself togeth¬
er, Kay.”
“Yes. I know . . . But I was so
afraid that Kirk might walk in on
them ...”
“But he didn’t. And now I’m go¬
ing to say my last word on this.
I’m pretty fond of you, and I’m old¬
er. I think you’re making a mis¬
take—”
"You don’t understand."
“No?” The voice of the slim,
blonde girl was gentle. "I wonder
if you do?"
"Yes . . .”
"Then you’ve got to play it as you
see it. I just wanted you to re¬
member that we all want to help."
"I know you do.”
"And any time you’ll let us in on
the secret . . .”
Mrs. Hamilton joined them. The
three women tried to talk. Time
dragged. Then the front door opened
and Barney came in. His face was
white and stern and he said, “You
still here?"
"Kirk hasn’t shown up."
"I see. And you haven’t changed
your mind?"
"No, Barney.”
He fidgeted uncomfortably. “Think
I’ll run along upstairs.”
Kay noticed that he walked heav¬
ily. She was dreadfully sorry for
him. She was glad when Jim Owen-
by returned. At least there were
two men in the house now. Jim
settled his big figure on the arm of
Margaret’s chair, and Margaret
Whispered to him that they had
heard nothing from Kirk.
Jim’s dark face was grave. He
6aid, "He’d have ’phoned if he’d
changed his mind.”
"You think so?”
“Sure. I know that lad.”
Kay’s nerves were jumpy. She
fought against a crazy impulse to
laugh; not mirthfully, but with hys¬
teria. Anything, she felt, would be
better than this: this sitting around
waiting for a ghastly inevitability.
At 11 o’clock Kay felt that she
could stand it no longer. She said.
"Kirk’s had time to get here a dozen
times over. I’m going to ’phone the
hotel.”
She went to the telephone on the
landing halfway between the first
and second floor. She called the
White Star Hotel and asked for Mr.
Reynolds’ room. A man’s voice at
the other end said, "Hello."
She said, "I’d like to speak to
Mr. Reynolds.”
"Who is it wants him?"
"This is Kay Forrest.”
"Oh!” The tone changed. "I’m
Dan Creedon. I work for him.”
“Yes. I know.”
"Kirk ain’t here.”
"Do you know where he is?”
"No’m. He said he’d be back
before 10 o’clock at the latest. Shall
I tell him to call you?"
"Yes. Please.”
Again they settled into the awk¬
ward tedium of waiting. Conversa¬
tion lagged. Even for persons like
these, it was not easy to simulate
interest in ordinary things.
Eleven-thirty. Midnight . . . with
the ancient grandfather’s clock toll¬
ing the hour with nerve-racking
slowness. They were exhausted with,
the strain of it. At one o’clock Mar¬
garet said, "He evidently changed
his mind."
"Don’t you think he’d have
'phoned me?”
"Maybe not."
At one-thirty Mrs. Hamilton sug¬
gested that they all go to bed. "He’s
certainly not coming tonight, Kay.
There’s no sense waiting any long¬
er."
"But suppose Jie does?”
"Then you can dress and go vith
him—if you still think you must.”
Jim Owenby remained in the liv¬
ing-room with Margaret. Kay and
Mrs. Hamilton walked upstairs. At
the door of the girl’s room, Mrs.
I Hamilton put her hands on Kay’s
shoulders. She looked ten years
younger than her age, confident,
competent—and even beautiful. She
said, "You poor child.”
Kay blinked back the tears. She
■aid, "Oh! Mrs. Hamilton, I don’t
know wlv*‘ •>- in. ”
DADE COUNTY TIMES: THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 21, 1929
“And you still feel that you can’t
trust even me?”
"I know I can’t. It would mean
danger to everyone. To Dad . . .
and to Barney.”
Mrs. Hamilton smiled gently.
"Barney’s a pretty lucky boy ... to
have you caring for him that way.”
Kay tried to shake off the horrible
oppression. "Thanks, Mrs. Hamil¬
ton. And anyway, it seems as
though I’ve got another night to
think it over.”
"Yes, dear. But you must try to
sleep.”
Not until four o’clock did she
sleep, and then her slumber was
mocked by evil dreams. At seven-
thirty Flagrant, the overly buxom
cook, rapped on the bedroom door
and then entered bearing a break¬
fast tray: crisp waffles and butter
and maple syrup, poached eggs and
bacon, orange juice and a pot of
steaming coffee.
"Goodness goshness Miss Agnes!”
exclaimed Flagrant as she deposit¬
ed the tray on the bed—"You sho'
looks peaked this mawnin’, Miss
Kay.”
"I—I didn’t sleep very well.”
"Shuh! When I was yo’ age—
sleepin’ is the most thing I always
done good.”
Kay heard sounds from the park¬
ing place. Tourists arriving. She
heard them calling to one another,
heard them pass the house on the
way to the lagoon where the little
boats nuzzled against the bank. It
seemed so normal, so gay, so bright
. . . the sun was so clear and warm.
The tourists were early this morn¬
ing. Lots of them. There was a
thin little man and his angular wife.
Mrs. Parkes was insisting loudly
that the Gardens were divine, ex¬
quisite, superb.
Mr. and Mrs. Parkes went to the
edge of the lagoon and seated them¬
selves in a tiny craft which was
propelled by a very black Negro
who announced that his name was
Joshua. He followed the regular
sight-seeing route, and the stupen¬
dous beauty of the place eventually
silenced even the loquacious Mrs.
Parkes. Only occasionally did she
feel called upon to voice her «p-
proval of Nature, only occasionally
did she remember to chide her nerv¬
ous husband for his inarticulateness.
And then suddenly the morning
air was split by a shriek from the
throat of Joshua. He screamed,
"Oh! my Gawdi”
Mr. Parkes jumped and almost
overturned the bateau. Mrs. Parkes,
who was made of sterner stuff,
swung on Joshua. The boatman’s
face was ashen. His craft had
ceased to move and he was sitting
in rigid horror, mouth agape, eyes
popping. One palsied finger was
pointing downward, into the shallow
water.
"Oooooh Gawd . . . Oooooh Gawd
t9
• • •
The passengers followed the di¬
rection of his eyes. They saw some¬
thing which made them ill.
They saw, just below the ebony
surface of the water, the body of a
man. It was Kirk Reynolds.
It wasn’t pretty, that scene at the
edge of the lagoon after they had
dragged Kirk Reynolds’ body from
the black, shallow water and
stretched it out on the grass near
the wisteria-covered log-cabin where
the Negro boatmen lounged during
their hours of unemployment.
The white boatmen stood and
stared. Tourists crowded around in
fascinated horror. They said that
it was terrible and that they weren’t
going through the Gardens any more
that day. But they didn’t return to
Beverly, either. Not immediately.
They were too impressed by this
sight of stark tragedy against a
jetting so unbelievably beautiful, as
though a generous nature had pro¬
vided the flowers for Kirk Reynolds’
passing.
And so he lay alone on the grass,
and Barney looked down at him and
spoke to the tourists, and tried to
comfort Mrs. Parkes, who had
helped discover the body and was
indulging in violent hysterics; and
Mr. Parkes, who was silent and
frightened and bewildered. Barney’s
face was pallid, and he tried to keep
himself under control, but it wasn’t
easy. He insisted on escorting Mrs.
Parkes and her husband to the
house, where he bestowed them in
the living-room. Mrs. Hamilton pro¬
duced smelling-salts and aromatic
spirits of ammonia and then joined
the group on the veranda, Barney
and Kay and Margaret. She said,
"I just telephoned Sheriff Griffin.
He’s coming right out.”
"Did you tell him what hap¬
pened?”
"No. I said there had been an
accident . . . He’s coming alone.”
Kay Forrest had been standing
rigidly, staring at the group which
hovered over the body of Kirk Rey¬
nolds. She was trying to think. Then
words came through dry lips.
"How could he have drowned in
that shallow water?”
Margaret glanced swiftly at her
brother and hastened to answer. She
said, “He didn’t drown. He had
been stabbed.”
Back of the house a car whirled
into the parking place and Jim Ow¬
enby got out. He moved toward
the lagoon and met Zero, the house¬
man. Zero’s face was livid, He
said, "Golla! Mistuh, Jim, I sho’
is glad to see you.”
Jim frowned. “What’s wrong?”
"Plenty wrong, Mistuh Jim. They
jist found Mistuh Kirk Reynolds ly¬
in’ daid in the lagoon.”
"Drowned?”
"Drowned an’ stobbed. Stobbed
right thoo the neck.”
"Where’s Miss Margaret?”
"Standin’ on the front po’ch, suh.
Jist standin’ there lookin’ skeered.”
Jim circled the house and ap¬
proached the group on the veranda.
Margaret saw him coming and
moved forward to meet him. She
put her hand on his arm. “What
are you doing here, Jim?”
"I was worried.”
Fear was in her eyes. Fear and
doubt. She spoke in a whisper.
"Kirk Reynolds is dead.”
"I know.”
"How do you know?”
"Just met Zero. He told me.”
"You didn’t . . . ?” She had
started to ask, "You didn’t know be¬
fore?” but she bit the words back.
She said, “What were you worried
about?”
“Kay. I wondered what happened
after I left last night.”
"What made you think anything
happened?”
He answered carefully. "I tele¬
phoned the hotel this morning and
&
"Oh! my Gawd!”
asked for Kirk. Got that fellow
Creedon on the 'phone. He said
Kirk hadn’t showed up.”
"Why didn’t you 'phone here?”
"I thought I’d better come.”
She looked up into his eyes. They
were black and grim. His lips were
grim, too. Margaret didn’t like his
expression. It frightened her—
frightened her more than the mere
fact of Kirk’s death. There were a
hundred questions she wanted to
ask, a hundred doubts she desired
to voice.
Jim Owenby nodded to the others
and walked down to the lagoon.
They made way for him and he
looked down upon the body of the
man who had murdered his best
friend. It wasn’t a pleasant sight,
but Jim’s face gave no hint of his in¬
ner feelings. He did not touch the
body, simply looked. He saw the
narrow, deep gash in the throat. He
saw a cut under the right eye. A
cut and a bruise, as though it had
been caused by the impact of a fist.
Unimportant, that bruise. The knife
wound in the throat had caused
Kirk’s death.
Jim Owenby turned away abrupt¬
ly. He rejoined the others, and with
them greeted Sheriff Griffin. The
sheriff was short and broad and
stocky. He had keen gray eyes and
spoke with a pronounced drawl. He
talked with them for a minute and
then went to view the body.
“Plumb daid,” he announced
calmly. “Somebody hit him an’ then
stabbed him with a knife. Anybody
found the knife yet?”
They said No, they hadn’t heard
of anybody’s finding the knife.
Griffin’s bright eyes scrutinized
their faces.
“How come him to be heah last
night?”
Kay said, “He came for me.”
“Fo’ .you? What you mean by
that, Miss Kay?”
“He telephoned me about half¬
past eight. Said I had to go to
town with him.”
He paused long enough to rub his
hands on a large, red handkerchief.
He asked, “What happened when
Reynolds got here last night?”
Mrs. Hamilton answered. “We
never saw him.”
“None of you?”
“No.”
Sheriff Griffin was not stupid. He
asked, “Was all of you in the house
all the time?”
Barney spoke, “I was in the Gar¬
dens for an hour or so.”
“Doin’ what, Son?”
“Just walking around.”
••Why?”
Barney’s face was white. “I knew
he was coming out here and I didn’t
want to meet him.”
“Any special reason?”
“Yes. But I think you know the
answer.”
“Mmm-hmm! I reckon I do.” The
sheriff paused briefly. “Didn’t hap¬
pen to run across him, did you?”
“No.”
“I see . . . Anybody else leave
the house?”
“I did,” said Jim Owenby.
“Twice. Once to make a trip
through the Gardens and the second
time to go home.”
“What times was them trips,
Jim?”
“The first about nine-thirty. I
didn’t go home until after one-
thirty.”
"Didn’t see Reynolds nowhere, did
you?”
"No.”
The sheriff blinked. “Anybody
else drop in durin’ the evenin’?
Friends or anybody?”
They looked at Kay. Her face
was chalky, but she answered firm¬
ly. "Dad was here. With Andy.”
"So? ’Bout what time, Miss Kay?”
“Around half-past nine. Maybe
ten o’clock. I’m not sure.”
"Did you tell them about Kirk tel¬
ephonin’?”
“No.”
"Why not?”
"Because . . . well, because . .
"Kind of ’fraid, eh?”
"Well, not exactly . . .”
"Sho’ you was. And I don’t blame
you. Now le’s see, Kirk could have
got heah any time after nine,
couldn’t he?”
"I suppose so.”
"And there was four men here
who wasn’t very fond of him. And
this mawnin’ he”s daid.” Sheriff
Griffin gestured. “Me—I still say it’s
good riddance.”
Barney spoke tensely. “What are
you going to do about it, Sheriff?”
"Me? Shuh! Son—I ain’t fixin’ to
do nothin’. Not now, anyway.” He
chuckled. "I don’t hardly reckon
you-all are fixin’ to run off.”
He moved toward the lagoon. Kay
touched Barney’s hand.
“I want to talk to you,” she said,
"Alone.”
"Right.”
They moved off together. Her
deep hazel eyes were wide with fear.
She said, "Tell me the truth, Bar¬
ney—did you meet Kirk in the Gar¬
dens last night?”
His gaze was level. He said,
"No.”
“If you had met him ... if there
had been trouble . . . wouldn’t you
be saying just what you’re saying
now?”
"I don’t know.”
"But you might lie to me, mightn’t
you?”
"It’s possible.”
Her voice was choky. She said,
"Oh, Barney—why don’t you tell me
the truth?”
"I am telling the truth.”
"But if you didn’t kill him . . .
who did?”
"I don’t know.”
"It could have been Jim. Or Dad.
Or Andy.”
He said, “I’m getting pretty cold¬
blooded, honey. I’d say something
if you’d promise not to think it was
rotten.”
She sighed. "I don’t believe words
matter. What is it?”
"If I said I was sorry about this
thing, you’d know I was lying. So
why pretend? Somehow, I can only
seem to think of one thing.”
"What . . . ?”
"I’ve been thinking—and I can’t
help it . . . I’ve been thinking,
‘Now Kay is free.’ ”
CHAPTER X
The coroner came: a cheerful,
smiling, cherubic person who was
addicted to telling jokes. In the car
with him were two deputy sheriffs,
whose trip to the Gardens had been
suggested by their chief.
The sheriff had waved the crowd
back and was looking down at the
sardonic face of Kirk Reynolds. He
said, “Whoever killed him took a
punch at him first. See that cut un¬
der his eye.”
‘‘Sho’ I see it. I also see that
stab wound in his throat.” Georgia
laughed lightly. "He wasn’t kilt by
no woman, Floyd.”
"No-o, he wasn’t killed by a wom¬
an.”
Coroner Gattles rubbed pink
palms together. “And he wasn’t no
loss to Beauregard County, neither.”
“Maybe not. But it’s always kind
of tough, getting murdered. Been
too all-fired many killin’s around
heah recently.”
Georgie asked, "Got any ideas,
Floyd?”
"P’raps.”
"Meanin’ you don’t aim to talk
right now?”
"Meanin’ just exactly that, Geor¬
gia.”
“Hmm! You always was tight-
lipped.” He gazed appreciatively
down a corridor arched by cypresJ
branches. "Real purty out heah,
ain’t it?”
"Yeah . . . Right nice.”
“Where’s the fam’ly at?”
"Up to the house, I reckon.”
They were sitting around the liv¬
ing-room, making a heroic effort to
hide the fear which oppressed all of
them. Barney perched on the arm
of the big easy-chair in which Kay’s
slender figure was almost lost. He
rose to answer a knock at the door,
and Kay heard his voice, "Good
morning, You, Mr. Forrest. Come in.
too, Andy.”
Kay’s father and brother entered,
the broad-shouldered figure of the
latter almost hiding Mr. Forrest’s
slender height. They said good
morning to the others and cams
straight across to Kay. Andrew
Forrest’s gentle voice was calm and
reassuring, though his tired eyes
were disturbed. He said, "George
Gattles told everybody in Beverly
why he had been called out her*.
We came right away.”
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