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"But you have not told me all of your story up to that time," said Eddring. "It is not easy for one absolutely to steal a child, and never be detected and punished for it. Moreover, you have not explained to me how you came by the name under which you were known to all of us. You say you were not Mrs. Decherd. Then who were you?" The woman's lip half-curled in scorn.
They were rapidly running over the new links in the strange chain of evidence which had now for some time been forging, Eddring being especially curious now as to Blount's discoveries in connection with the girl Delphine. "It's plain enough," said Blount, finally, "that this thing between Decherd and Delphine had been going on for a long time.
"No, things do go wrong sometimes, Mrs. Wilson," said Eddring, soothingly. "Now, I know that horse. Mr. Wilson drove me behind her the other day when I was down at your town. Good horse. A little old and a trifle lame, if I remember right." He smiled pleasantly. "Lame! Why, Molly never was lame a day in her whole life.
To her Eddring now sent his message, which brought both the ladies to the lower deck, for the first time in two days. "What," cried madame, "we go in that leedle boat! Ah, non! I stay by the ship; also mademoiselle." Miss Lady said nothing; she looked at the frail skiff, the turbulent river, and the great woods beyond, already growing mysterious beneath the veil of coming evening.
They get as much to eat, and more time to rest." "Well, they did raise trouble that time, didn't they?" said Eddring. "What do you suppose started them, Colonel? Who was it put them up to do it?" Blount shook his head. "That's the puzzle," said he. "It was some one with brains; and not the kind of brains that grows under kinky hair, either." The two men sat silent for a time.
Eddring, himself agitated, completed his hurried writing. She signed. He called a notary, and she made oath with a hand that shook as she uplifted it. John Eddring, possessed at length of the last thread of his mystery, helped down the stairs the trembling and terror-stricken woman who had been the final agent of a justice long deferred.
Behold all! You know so much as any gentleman of Nouvelle Orleans you have the tenderloin of trout?" After breakfast Eddring strolled over to the box office of the Odeon; but though he made diligent inquiry of the young man who met him at the window, the latter could give him no satisfaction beyond the mention of the address on the Esplanade where dwelt Madame Delchasse.
We'll go hunting b'ah together. Why, man, I'm mighty glad to make your acquaintance." "But wait," said Eddring, "there may be two ways of looking at this." "Well, there's only one way of looking at a julep," said Blount, "and that's down the mint. Now, I'll show you how we make them down here in the Sunflower country."
"Mas' Edd'ern," said he, finally, "kin you tell me why de rivah is out all ovah de lan' down below, and why dere's so many people wu'kkin' tryin' to stop de breaks?" "No," said Eddring. "I know there's a big overflow, and it's getting worse." "Mas' Edd'ern," said Jack, stepping close to him, "dar's been a heap of devil-ment to wu'k down dah." "What do you know about it?" "I knows a heap about it.
Blount's face took on its red fighting-hue. "Wait!" cried Eddring, speaking to Blount, "this is an officer of the law. This is the law." He rose and stepped between the two, even as the sheriff fumbled in his pocket for the paper which had lately been the bolster of his courage, the warrant which in grim jest had been issued by the court of that county to its duly instituted executive officer.
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