Quintus Oakes: A Detective StoryJackson, Charles Ross
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Quintus Oakes: A Detective Story
Jackson, Charles Ross
Detective and mystery stories; Fiction
To my look of surprise he answered: "Oh, that's all right; I had a visit
from your friend before he went to the Mansion."
Again I recognized the work of careful Oakes, and understood why he did
not hesitate to send the cipher--a thing unusual in a small town.
The indications of impending trouble in town were quite impressed upon
me. The little hotel was the centre of a lounging crowd, large, and
composed of representative men as well as the usual hangers-on. There
were evidences of much interest around the police building also--much
more than would occur under normal circumstances in a town of this size,
and even more than was present the night before.
I noticed a couple of brawls, and considerable raising of voices; many
men were walking about as though watching the others. The prairie fire
had been lighted; the sparks were burning near the roots of the grass;
the air was uneasy--ready to rush in as wind, to fan and feed the first
flame.
I visited the Chief, who was with his subordinates. He invited me into
the private room, and then said:
"Mr. Stone, I am doing all I can to detect this murderer and to satisfy
the public demand for his apprehension, but the clues are practically
worthless. The populace is uneasy and suspicious."
Then he detailed to me all that he knew. I then told him how the
people's actions had impressed me.
"I am going to have all I can do to keep order. I am going to ask your
friend Oakes to take a hand."
"He will do it," I said, "for he is greatly interested."
"It is for the welfare of the town which I serve that I ask him to join
me in this matter. Go to him, and tell him I shall see him in the
morning if possible."
I was glad that affairs were taking such a turn, for I knew the facts
in our possession, and that Oakes's counsel would be valuable.
I then requested an escort of two men to accompany me on my return to
the Mansion, as Oakes had suggested.
"Certainly! I had no intention of letting you go back alone," he said;
and then he summoned two of his men clad in citizen's clothes and
introduced them to me. "Now take a walk to the outskirts, and return the
same way by which you came. My men will follow you at a short distance."
Before I left I noticed my companions--fine-looking fellows both of
them--and saw the tell-tale pouching of the hip pockets, and knew that
we were all well armed.
"In order not to attract attention, we will walk some distance behind
you. We will keep you within sight and hearing. If we fire a shot,
return to us."
I started across the rolling country, and saw the two figures behind me.
Why were they so careful? Why did they not accompany me? They separated,
and we advanced, I myself following the narrow path.
The night was still. I halted occasionally and looked back--a dim figure
would halt on my left and on my right. It was lonesome, but I felt I had
company.
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