Jasper County Democrat, Volume 16, Number 99, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 14 March 1914 — The Hollow of Her Hand [ARTICLE+ILLUSTRATION]

The Hollow of Her Hand

by George Barr M c Cutcheon

Author of “Gran stark 7 “Truxton King^etc.

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CHAPTER I.

March Comes in Like the Lion. The train, which had roared through a withering gale of sleet all the way up from New York, came to a standstill, with many an ear-splitting sigh, alongside the little station, and a reluctant porter opened his vestibule door to descend to the snow-swept platform: a solitary passenger had reached the journey’s end. The swirl of snow and sleet screaming out of the blackness at the end of the station building enveloped the porter in an instant, and cut his, ears and neck with stinging force as he turned his back against the gale. A pair of lonely, half-obscured platform lights gleamed fatuously at the top of their icy posts at each end of the station;, two or three frost-incrusted window’s glowed dully in the side of the building, while one shone brightly where the operator sat waiting for the passing of No. 33. An order had been issued for the stopping of the fast express at B- , a noteworthy concession in these days of premeditated haste. Not in the previous career of flying 33 had it even so much as slowed down for the insignificant little station, through which it swooped at midnight the w'hole year round. Just before pulling out of New York on this eventful night the conductor received a command to stop 33 at B and let down a single passenger, a circumstance which meant trouble for every dispatcher along the line.

The woman who got dowm at B in the wake of the shivering but deferential porter, and who passed by the conductors without lifting her face, was without hand luggage of any description. She was heavily veiled, and warmly clad in furs. At eleven o’clock that night she had entered the compartment in New York. Throughout the thirty miles or more she had sat alone and inert beside the snowclogged window, peering through veil and frost into the night that whizzed past the pane, seeing nothing yet apparently intent on all that stretched beyond. As still, as immobile as death itself she had held herself from the moment of departure to the instant that brought the porter with the Avord that they were whistling for B . Without a word she arose and followed him to the vestibule, Avhere she watched him as he unfastened the outer door and lifted the trap. A single Avord escaped her lips and he held out liis hand to receive the crumpled bill she clutched in her glqved fingers. He did not look at it. He knew that it would amply reward him for the brief exposure he endured on the lonely, wind-swept platform of a station, the name of which he did not know.

She took, several uncertain steps in the direction of the station windows and stopped, as if bewildered. Already the engine was pounding the air with quick, vicious snorts in the effort to get under way; the vestibule trap and door closed with a bang; the wheels were creaking. A bitter wind smote her in the face; the wet, hurtling sleet crashed against the thin veil, blinding her. The door of the waiting room across the platform opened and a man rushed toward her. “Mrs. Wrandall?” he called above the roar of the wind. She advanced quickly. “Yes.” “What a night!” he said, as much to himself as to her. “I’m sorry you would insist on coming tonight. Tomorrow morning would have satisfied the —” "Is this Mr. Drake?” They were being blown through the door into the waiting room as sl'ie put the question. Her voice was muffled. The man in the great fur coat put his ■Weight against the door to close it. “Yes, Mrs. Wrandall. 1 have done all that could be done under the circumstances. I ain sorry to tell you that we still have two miles to go bymotor before we reach the- inn. My car is open—l don’t possess a limousine—but if you will lie down in the tonneau you will find some protection from—” She broke in sharply, impatiently. Pray do not consider me, Mr. Drake. I am not afraid of the blizzard.” “Then We’d better be off,” said he, a note of anxiety in his voice—a certain touch of nervousness. “I drive my own car. The road is good, but I shall drive cautiously. Ten minutes, perhaps. I—l am sorry you thought best to brave this wretched—” “I am not sorry for myself. .Mr. Drake, but for you. You have been most kind. 1 did not expect you to meet me.” ■... , v “I took,the liberty of telephoning to ’.you. It was well that I did it early in the evening. The wires are down now, I fear.” He hesitated for a moment, staring at. her as if trying to penetrate the thick, wet veil. “I may

have brought you on a fool’s errand. You see. I—l have seen Mr. Wrandall but once, in town somewhere, and 1 may be wrong. Still, the coroner—and the sheriff —eeemed to think you should be notified—l might say questioned. That is why I called you up: I trust, madam, that I am mistaken.” “Yes,” she said shrilly, betraying the intensity of her emotion. It was as if she lacked the power to utter more than a single word, which signified neither acquiescence nor approval. He was ill at ease, distressed. “1 have engaged a room for you at the inn, Mrs. Wrandall. You did not bring a maid, I see. My wife will come over from our place to stay with you if you- ” She shook her head. "Thank you, Mr. Drake. It will not be necessary’. I came alone by choice. I shall return to New York tonight.” “But you—why, you can’t do that,” he cried, holding back as they started toAvard the door. “No trains stop here after ten o’clock. The locals begin running at seven in the morning. Besides-^”

She interrupted him. “May we not start noAv, Mr. Drake? I am—well, you must see that I am suffering. I must sefe, I must know. The suspense—” She did not complete the sentence, but hurried past him to the door, throAving it open and bending her body to the gust that burst in upon them. ■ 1

He sprang after her, grasping her arm to 'lead her across the icy platform to the automobile that stood in the lee of the building. Disdaining his command to enter the tonneau, she stood beside the car and Avaited until he cranked it and took his place at the wheel. Then she took her seat beside him and permitted him to tuck the great buffalo robe about her. No Avord was spoken. The man was a stranger to her. She forgot his presence in the car. Into the thick of the storm the motor chugged. Grim and silent, the man at the wheel, ungoggled and tense, sent the whirring thing swiftly over the trackless village street and out upon the open country road. The Avoman closed her eyes and waited. L You would know the month was March. He said: ‘ l lt comes in like a lion,” but apparently the storm swallowed the words for she made no response to them: - *

i They crossed the valley and crept up the tree-covered hill, where the force of the gale was broken. If she heard him say: “Fierce, wasn’t it?” she gave no sign, but sat hunched forward, peering ahead through the snow at the blurred lights that seemed so far away and yet were close at hand. “Is that the inn?” she asked as he swerved from the road a few moments i later. | “Yes, Mrs. Wrandall. We’re here.” “Is—is he in there?” “Where you see that lighted window upstairs.” He tooted the horn vig- . orously as he drew up to the long, low porch. Two men dashed out from the doorway and clumsily assisted her from the car. “Go right in, Mrs. Wrandall,” said ; Drake. “I will join you in a jiffy.” She walked between the two men into the feebly lighted office of the i inn. The keeper of the place, a dreary looking person with dread in his eyes, hurried forward. She stopped, stock , still. Some one was brushing the stlibborn, thickly caked snow from her I long chinchilla coat, i “You must let me get you something hot to drink, madam,” the landlord was saying dolorously. She struggled with her veil, finally tearing it away from her face. Then she took in the rather bare, cheerless room with a slow, puzzled sweep of her ey&s “No, 1 thank you,” she replied. “It won’t be any trouble, madam,” : urged the other, “It’s right here. The J sheriff says it’s all right to seme it, I although it is after hours. Irun a | respectable, law-abiding house. I wouldn't think of offering it to anyj one if it was in violation—” j “Never mind, Burton,” interposed a big man, approaching. “Let the lady choose for herself. If she wants it, she’ll say so. lam the sheriff, madam. This gentleman is the coroner. Dr. Sheef. We waited up for you after I Mr. Drake said you'd got the fast train ito 1 stop for you. Tomorrow morning I would have done quite as well. I'm sorry you came tonight in all this blizzard?’ * He was staring as if fascinated at I the white, colorless face of the woman ! who with nervous fingers-unfast* red the heavy coat that enveloped her j Slender figure. She was young and ! strikingly beautiful, despite the ini tense pallor that overspread her face. I: Her dark, dreading eyes looked up into bis with an expression jhe was never to forget. It combined I dread, horror, doubt and a smoldering ' anger that seemed to overcast all

other emotions that lay revealed to him. “This is a—what is commonly called a Toad house’?” she asked dully, her eyes narrowing suddenly as if in p&tn. “It is an inn during the winter, Mrs. Wrandall, and a road house in the summer, if that makes it plain to you. I will say, however, that- Burton has always kept well within the law. This is the first —er real bit of trouble he’s had, and I won’t say it’s his faulL Keep quiet, Burton. No one is accusing you of anything wrong. Don’t whine about iL”

“But my place is ruined,” groaned the doleful one. “It’s got a black eye now. Not that I blame you, madam, but you can see how —” He quailed before the steady look in her eyes, and turned away mumbling. “There is a fire in the reception room, madam,” said the coroner; “and the proprietor’s Avife to look out for you if you should require anything. Will you go in there and compose yourself before going upstairs? Or, if you would prefer waiting until morning, 1 6hall not insist on the—er—ordeal tonight.” “1 prefer going up there tonight,” said she steadily. The men looked at each other, and the sheriff "Mr. Drake is quite confident the^—the man is your husband. It’s an ugly affair, Mrs. Wrandall. We had no means of identifying him until Drake came in this evening, out of curiosity you might say. For your sake, I hope he is mistaken.” “Would you mind telling me something about it before I go upstairs? I am quite calm. lam prepared for anything. You need not hesitate.” “As you wish, madam. You will go Into the reception room, if you please. Burton, is Mrs. Wrandall’s room quite ready for her?” "I shall not stay here tonight,” interposed Mrs. Wrandall. “You need not keep the room for me.” “But, my dear Mrs. Wrandall-r-” “I shall wait in the railway station until morning if necessary. But not here.” The coroner led the way to the cosy little room off the office. She followed with the sheriff. The men looked worn' and haggard in the bright light that met them, as If they had not known sleep or rest for many hours. “The assistant district attorney was here until eleven, but went home to get a little rest. It’s been a hard case for all of us—a nasty one,” explained the sheriff, as he placed a chair in front of the fire for her. She sank into it limply. “Go on. please,” she murmured, and shook her head at the nervous little woman who bustled up and inquired if she could do anything to make her more comfortable. The sheriff cleared-his throat. “Well, it happened last night. All day long welve been trying to find out who he is, and ever since eight o'clock this morning we’ve been searching for the woman who came here with him. She has disappeared as completely as if swallowed by the earth. Not a sign of a clew—not a shred. There’s nothing to show when she left the inn or by Avhat means. All we know is that the door to that room up there was standing' half open when Burton passed by it at seven o’clock thie morning—that is to say, yesterday morning, for this is now Wednesday. It is quite clear, from this, that she neglected to dose the door tightly when she came out, probably through haste or fear, and the draft in the hall blew it wider open during the night. Burton says the inn was closed for the night at half past ten. He went to bed. She must have slipped out after everyone was sound asleep. There were no other guests on that floor. Burton and his wife sleep on

this floor, and the servants are at the top of the house and in la wing. No one heard a sound. We have not the remotest idea when the thing happened, or when she left the place. Dr. Shoes says the man had been dead six or eight hours when he first saw him, apd that was very soon after Burton’s discovery. Burton, on finding the door open, suspected that his guests had skipped out during the night to avoid paying the' bill, and lost no time in entering the room. “He found the man lying on the bed, sprawled out, face upward and as dead as a mack—l should say, quite Ct-ad. He was partly dressed. His coat and vest hung over the back of a chair. A small service carving knife, belongfog to the inh, had been driven squarely into his heart and was found sticking there. Burton says that the man, on their arrival at the inn, about nine o'clock at night, ordered supper sent up to the room. The tray of dishes, with most of the food untouched, and an empty champagne bottle, was found on the servio*

table nea r the bed. One of the chairs ■was overturned. The servant who took the meal to the room says that the woman was sitting at the- window with her wraps on, motor veil and all, ji!6t as she was when she came into the place. The man gave all the directions, the woman apparently paying no attention to what was going on. The waitress left the room without seeing her face. She had instructions not to come for the tray until morning.

“That waa the last time the man was seen alive. No one has seen the woman since the door closed after the servant, who distinctly remembers hearing the key turn in the lock as she went down the hall. It seems pretty clear that the man ate and drank but not the woman. Her food remained untouched on the plate and her glass was full. ’Gad, it must have been a merry feast! I beg your pardon, Mrs. Wrandall!” “Go on, please,” said she levelly. “That’s all there is to eay so far as the actual crime is concerned. There

were signs of a struggle—but It isn't necessary to go into that. Now, as to their arrival at the inn. The blizzard had not set in. Last night was dark, of course, as there is no moon, but it was clear and rather warm for the time of year. The couple came here about nine o’clock in a high power runabout machine, which the man drove. They had no hand baggage and apparently . had run out from New York. Burton 6ays he was on the point of refusing them accommodations when the man handed him a hundred-dollar bill. It was more than Burton’s cupidity could withstand. They did not register. The stale license numbers had been removed from the automobile, which was of foreign make. Of course it was only a question of time until we could have found out who the car belonged to. It is perfectly obvious why he. removed the numbers.” ' V ■<■■■:

At this juncture Drake entered the room. Mrs. Wrandall did not at first recognize him. “It has stopped snowing,” announced the newcomer.

“Oh, It is Mr. Drake,” she murmured. “We have a little French car, painted red,” abe announced to the sheriff without giving Drake another thought. “And this one is red, madam,” said the sheriff, with a glance at the coroner. Drake nodded his head. Mrs. Wrandall's body stiffened perceptibly, ae if deflecting a blow. “It is still standing in the garage, where he left it on his arrival. “Did no one eee the face of —of the woman?" asked Mrs. Wrandall, rather querulously. “It seems odd that no one should have seen her face,” she went on without waiting for an answer. v

“It’s not strange, madam, when you consider all the circumstances. She was very careful not to remove her veil or her coat until the door was locked. That proves that she was not the sort of woman we usually And gallavanting around with men regardless of —ahem, I beg your pardon. This must be very distressing to you.” “I am not sure, Mr. Sheriff, that it is my husband who lies up Please remember that,” she said steadily, "it is easier to hear the details now, before I know, than it will be afterward if it should turn out to be as Mr. Drake declares.” “I see,” said the sheriff, marveling. “Besides, Mr. Drake is not positive,” put in the coroner hopefully. “I am reasonably certain,” said Drake. “Then all the more reason why I should have the story first,” said she, with a shiver that no one failed to observe. The sheriff resumed his conclusions. “Women of the kind I referred to a moment ago don’t care whether they’re seen or not. In fact, they’re rather brazen about it. But this one was different. She was as far from that ae it was possible for her to be. We haven’t been able to find anyone who saw her face or who can give the least idea as to what she looks like, excepting a general description of her figure, her carriage and the'outdoor garments she wore. We have reason to believe she was young. She was modestly dressed. Her coat was one of those heavy ulster affairs, such as a woman uses in motoring or on a sea voyage. There was a small sable stole about her neck. The skirt was short, and she wore high black shoes of the thick walking type. Judging from Burton’s description she must have been about your size and figure, Mrs. Wrandall. Isn’t that so, Mrs. Burton?” The innkeeper’s wife spoke. “Yes, Mr. Harben, I’d say so myßelf. About five feet six, I’d judge; rather slim

and graceful like, In spite of the Mg coat” firs. Wrandall was watching tha woman’s face. "I am five feet six,** she eaid, as if answering a question. The Bheriff cleared his throat some* what needlessly. "Burton says she acted as If sha were a lady,” he went on. “Not the kind that usually comes out here on| such expeditions, he admits. She did| not epeak to anyone, except once ini very low tones to the man she waa with, and then she was standing byj the fireplace out in the main office* quite a distance from the desk. She went upstairs alone, and he gave some orders to Burton before following herj That was the last time Burton saw* her. The waitress went up with a spe* dally prepared supper about half ai* hour later.” “It seems quite clear, Mrs. Wrandall, that she robbed the man aftee stabbing him,” said the coroner. Mrs. Wrandall started. “Then sfiet was not a lady f after all,” she said! quickly. There was a note of relief in her voice. It was as if she had! put aside a half-formed conclusion. "His pockets were empty. Not at penny had been left. Watch, cuff links, scarf pin, cigarette case, purse and bill folder—all gone. Burton had seen most of these articles In the office.” , J ; “Isn’t it—but no! Why should I be the one to offer a suggestion that might be construed as a defense for this woman T" “You were about to suggest, madam, that Bonfe ono else might have takeni the valuables —is that it?” cried the sheriff. “Had you thought of it, Mr. Sherlffr 1 (TO BE CONTINUED.)

A Man Rushed Toward Her.

She Sank Into It Limply.