Quintus Oakes: A Detective StoryJackson, Charles Ross
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Quintus Oakes: A Detective Story
Jackson, Charles Ross
Detective and mystery stories; Fiction
"Yes," put in Moore, "and all about the suspected motives in the Smith
affair."
Oakes smiled. "Don't be too previous, my boy. If Hallen looks for our
help, well and good. Otherwise, remember, I have given my word not to
interfere with his search at present. Meanwhile, we must get into town
and look around."
"You must remain here," said Moore. "You cannot go out until that wound
begins to heal--in a day or so."
"That is so," said Oakes. "But perhaps Stone can find out what is going
on."
So it was arranged that I should call on Chief Hallen that evening and
spend a few hours in Mona.
At supper, Oakes said that tomorrow he would have men from the city who
would make a complete search of the walls, and perhaps tear down some
partitions. "Masons, and other workmen, you know," said he; and I saw a
twinkle in his eyes and realized that he was going to surround himself
with men, in case of an emergency.
"Are you expecting trouble?" I asked.
"No," said he, grave again in a second, "but I believe in being
forearmed. This matter is capable of developing into a very serious
affair for all hands, especially if we have a band of conspirators
against us."
"_A band!_" said I.
"Yes, certainly. Has it never occurred to you that there may be several
desperate characters in this affair and the murder? This is no boy's
play; we are facing unknown dangers. Now, Stone, go about town
carefully, and send this cipher to New York first thing. When you come
back, tell Chief Hallen that I want you escorted to the Mansion by two
men. Remember! He will understand, for he spoke to me of the
advisability of giving me aid."
It all seemed strange to me, but I was not fearful when I left just at
seven for the town.
I took the short cut over the bridge, and up the hill beyond, and they
watched me as I crossed the rolling plains to Mona.
It was a clear night, and I could see well over the hills, the
three-quarters moon giving me excellent light. I could not help thinking
how careful was this man Oakes, and what a peculiar nature was his;
alert, severe even to austerity at times; then solicitous, friendly and
even fond of a joke. I was more than glad that I came, although I
realized that perhaps it was foolish to interfere in such affairs. Of
course, that murder of Mark had been cast upon our notice by curious
circumstances, and unexpectedly.
As I walked over the rolling ground, I kept my eyes well upon my
surroundings; but not a living thing did I see except myself and the
night birds until I entered the town.
There was an air of subdued excitement about the place. As I walked to
the post-office to send my despatches the loungers seemed numerous, and
some were amiss in their greetings; others, whom I knew, approached in
an affable manner enough, but there seemed no genuine friendliness.
The telegraph manager took the cipher and smiled when he saw it. Then he
said to me in a whisper: "Tell Mr. Clark there is trouble coming."
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