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First thing we knowed it was getting along toward supper time. And nothing would do but we must stay to supper, too. We was pinted toward a place on the railroad called Smithtown, but when we found we couldn't get a train from there till ten o'clock that night anyhow, and it was only three miles away, we said we'd stay. After supper we calculated we'd better move.
Rawlins came back from the telephone. He took in the tableau. "What's the rumpus?" "Run this man to Smithtown," Robinson directed. "Lock him up, and tell the judge, when he's arraigned in the morning, that I want him held as a material witness." "He was at the hotel in Smithtown all right," Rawlins said. He tapped Paredes's arm. "You coming on this little joy ride like a lamb or a lion?
"I'm right so far, am I not, Jenkins?" Jenkins bobbed his head jerkily. "Then," Paredes went on, "you might answer one or two questions. When did the first letter that frightened your master come?" "The day he went to Smithtown and talked to the detective," the butler quavered. "You can understand his reflections," Paredes mused. "Money was his god.
So I went on into Smithtown and sent a costly cable to my father. His answer came to-night just before Silas Blackburn walked in. He had talked with several of the survivors of those evil days. He gave me a confirmation of everything I had gathered from the papers. The Blackburns had quarrelled over a contract. Robert had been struck over the head.
We'll have to see it through." "Why should he give me a chance to slip away?" Bobby asked. But before long he realized that Robinson was taking no chances. At the junction of the road from Smithtown a car picked them up and clung to their heels all the way to the city. "Rawlins must have telephoned," Graham said, "while we went to the stable. They're still playing Howells's game.
I went to New York, bought a press and types, hired some little help, but did most of the work myself, including the press-work. I never had happier jaunts going over to south side, to Babylon, down the south road, across to Smithtown and Comac, and back home.
As in a long-forgotten dream he remembered Tesla's tower near Smithtown, on Long Island. And this was Tesla's tower, naught else! It is a strange thing, how at great crises of our lives come feelings of anticipatory knowledge. There is, indeed, nothing new under the sun; else had Bennie been more afraid. As it was, he saw only Tesla's Smithtown tower with its head like a young mushroom.
Paredes's questions had clearly added to the uncertainty of his manner. Katherine spoke softly: "We are afraid." The others came down. Robinson walked close to Silas Blackburn and for some time gazed at the gray face. "Yes," he said. "You are Silas Blackburn. You came to my office in Smithtown the other day and asked for a detective, because you were afraid of something out here."
"Isn't that an automobile coming through the woods?" he asked. "Maybe Rawlins back from Smithtown, or the minister." The car stopped at the entrance of the court. They heard the remote tinkling of the front door bell. Jenkins passed through. The cold air invading the hall and the dining room told them he had opened the door.
Suddenly he repeated the apparently absurd formula he had used with Howells. "You know the court seems full of unfriendly things what the ignorant would call ghosts. I'm Spanish and I know." After a moment he added: "The woods, too. I shouldn't care to wander through them too much after dark." Robinson stared, but Rawlins brushed the question aside. "What hotel did you go to in Smithtown?"
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