Tangled Trails: A Western Detective StoryRaine, William MacLeod
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Tangled Trails: A Western Detective Story
Raine, William MacLeod
Detective and mystery stories; Western stories
The old gentleman searched rather helplessly among the papers
overflowing his desk. He did not succeed in finding what he looked for.
Kirby and Rose walked back to the court-house. They had omitted to
arrange with the license clerk to forward a copy of the marriage
certificate when it was filed.
The rough rider left the required fee with the clerk and a bank note to
keep his memory jogged up.
"Soon as Mrs. Rankin comes home, will you call her up and remind her
about lookin' for the certificate?" he asked.
"Sure I will. I've got to have it, anyhow, for the records. And say,
what's the name of that fresh guy who came in here and cut the page
from the register? I'm going after him right, believe you me."
Kirby gave his cousin's name and address. He had no animosity whatever
toward him, but he thought it just as well to keep Jack's mind occupied
with troubles of his own during the next few days. Very likely then he
would not get in his way so much.
They were no sooner clear of the court-house than Rose burst out with
what was in her mind.
"It's just as I thought. Your uncle married Esther and got her to keep
quiet about the marriage for some reason. Your cousins are trying to
destroy the evidence so that the estate won't all go to her. I'll bet
we get an offer of a compromise right away."
"Mebbe." Kirby's mind was not quite satisfied. Somehow, this affair
did not seem to fit in with what he knew of his uncle. Cunningham had
been always bold and audacious in his actions, a law to himself. Yet
if he were going to marry the stenographer he had wronged, he might do
it secretly to conceal the date on account of the unborn child.
The eyes of Rose gleamed with determination. Her jaw set. "I'm gonna
get the whole story out of Esther soon as I get back to town," she said
doggedly.
But she did not--nor for many days after.
CHAPTER XXV
A CONFERENCE OF THREE
Kirby heard his name being paged as he entered his hotel.
"Wanted at the telephone, sir," the bell-hop told him.
He stepped into a booth and the voice of Rose came excited and
tremulous. It was less than ten minutes since he had left her at the
door of her boarding-house.
"Something's happened, Kirby. Can you come here--right away?" she
begged. Then, unable to keep back any longer the cry of her heart, she
broke out with her tidings. "Esther's gone."
"Gone where?" he asked.
"I don't know. She left a letter for me. If you'll come to the
house--Or shall I meet you downtown?"
"I'll come. Be there in five minutes."
He more than kept his word. Catching a car on the run at the nearest
corner, he dropped from it as it crossed Broadway and walked to
Cherokee.
Rose opened the house door when he rang the bell and drew him into the
parlor. With a catch of the breath she blurted out again the news.
"She was gone when I got home. I found--this letter." Her eyes sought
his for comfort. He read what Esther had written.
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