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He held several mortgages but they, of course, revert to his heirs." "I understood that Radnor was the only heir." "He is, practically. There are a few minor bequests to the servants and to some old friends." "Did the servants know that anything was to go to them?" "No, I don't think they did." "And this Cat-Eye Mose, did he receive a share?" "Yes, larger than any of the others."
Radnor was not called again and that was the end of the testimony in regard to him. The rest of the time was taken up with a consideration of Cat-Eye Mose and some further questioning of the negroes in regard to the ha'nt. Old Nancy created considerable diversion with her account of the spirited roast chicken. It had changed materially since I heard it last.
I dismounted, turned my horse over to the stable boy, and announced that the cave must be searched. This request was received with some amusement. The idea of getting out a search party for Cat-Eye Mose struck them as peculiarly ludicrous.
I have been suspicious of him from the moment I laid eyes on him. You may think it unfair to judge a man from his physical appearance, but I wish you could once see Cat-Eye Mose yourself, and you would know what I mean. The people around here are used to him and don't notice it so much, but his eyes are yellow positively yellow, and they narrow in the light just like a cat's.
It's the Colonel I'm after. Neither he nor Cat-Eye Mose have come back, and I'm afraid they're lost in the cave." The men laughed at this. People didn't get lost in the cave, they said. All anyone had to do was to follow the path; and besides, if the Colonel was with Mose he couldn't get lost if he tried. Mose knew the cave so well that he could find his way around it in the dark.
The only approximately calm one among them was Cat-Eye Mose who sat in the doorway watching the scene with half furtive eyes and something resembling a grin on his face. The Colonel, observing that it was a good deal of commotion for the sake of one small chicken, disgustedly dropped the inquiry.
The question which returned most persistently to my mind was "What has become of Cat-Eye Mose?" It was clear now that upon the answer to this question hinged the ultimate solution of the mystery. I still clung to the belief that he was guilty and in hiding. But five days had elapsed since the murder, and no trace of him had been discovered.
It was a most convincing chain of circumstantial evidence. Considering the data that had come to light, there seemed to be only one alternative, and that was that Cat-Eye Mose had committed the murder. I clung tenaciously to this belief; but I found, in the absence of any further proof or any conceivable motive, that few people shared it with me.
Radnor was occupied a good deal of the time spring on a big river plantation is a busy season and as I had professed myself fond of shooting, the Colonel turned me over to the care of Cat-Eye Mose. Had I myself been choosing, I should have selected another guide.
And afterward the Pedlar murmured with an oddly twisted face: "Cat-eye, Joe. He can see in the dark! But I told you he was worth savin'." "Speakin' in general," said Joe, "which you ain't hardly ever wrong when you get stirred up about a thing." "He's something new," the Pedlar said wisely. "Ay, he's rare." "But talkin' aside, suppose he was to meet up with Lord Nick?"
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