He eased back into the chair, slowly relaxing. His forehead was damp with perspiration, and he felt tired. He was still weak from that blow on the head and from the loss of blood.
Gradually his tenseness slackened, and presently he fell asleep.
Chapter Nine
He awoke suddenly, to find himself slouched down in the chair. The room was still in darkness, but there was light from an open door down a hallway. He got to his feet, listening.
In that lighted room he could hear the scratching of a pen. He went down the hall and stopped by the door.
Judge Niland sat at a table writing. He glanced up and gestured toward a chair. “Have a seat. I’ll be with you in a moment,” he said.
When he had finished what he was writing and had blotted the paper, he took off his glasses and put his hands on the table.
“I suppose you are wondering why I have done this,” he said, “and just where I fit into this picture.”
“Yes.”
“I heard you introduce yourself as Jonas Mandrin, and was surprised. But after a few minutes’ thought I knew I shouldn’t be at all surprised – except that you are alive.”
“You have told me nothing.”
“No, I suppose not. Then accept this as truth. I am your friend, and I should like to continue to be your friend. I also, it might be said, was a friend to Tom Davidge.”
“Then tell me: Why should Peg Cullane put those men on me?”
Judge Niland was surprised now. He threw a sharp glance at Noon, and said, “But you should understand that. Peg is money-hungry, and she wants that money. She was the one who egged Dean into making his try for it They are afraid of you because they are sure you know where it is.”
Money? What money?
“They could be wrong,” he said.
“Yes, but even if they are wrong, they know you were sent here to get rid of Ben Janish. . . . Oh, yes! I know who you are! That was why you surprised me when you said you were Jonas Mandrin.”
“Did you expect me to introduce myself as Ruble Noon?”
“Of course not. What I cannot understand is how Ruble Noon could use the name Jonas Mandrin. Unless – ”
“Yes?”
“Unless Ruble Noon’ and Jonas Mandrin were somehow connected.”
Ruble Noon offered no comment. He had no idea who Jonas Mandrin was, but he was very curious as to how Judge Niland knew he was Ruble Noon.
The Judge was obviously a man of property and of importance. The house which they were in gave evidence of luxury. It was more like an eastern house than a western house at this period. The furnishings of the East were expensive items west of the Mississippi, and the cost of transporting them was high. The walls of this house were lined with books, and not all of them were the Judge’s law library.
“I was Tom Davidge’s attorney,” Judge Niland said. “I am still his daugher’s attorney. I knew when he began liquidating his eastern holdings, and I knew why he did it. I wrote his will. I also took steps to eliminate Janish and his outfit. Those steps were failures.
“I am afraid that Tom was a believer in somewhat more violent methods than I would lend myself to.
When my way failed-I had gone to the law-he hired you.
“Tom never told me how he got in touch with you, or what he knew about you. All he would say was that he knew the man for the job. Had he been younger I do believe he would have tried it himself.
“The trouble seems to have been that he made arrangements for you to be paid by the worst man possible under the circumstances. You see, Tom Davidge never realized that anyone else knew of what he was doing with his money. We may never know how Peg Cullane found out, but she did. She thought she knew where the money was, but she was sure that you had been told that, too. And so you had to be killed before you rould recover it… either for Fan or for yourself.”
“So she told Ben Janish who I was, and why I was coming out there?”
“No, she didn’t. She had her brother do it. Dean pulled out of here suddenly after Tom died, and he hasn’t been seen since. Just the other day we received a report that he was dead.”
“And that I had killed him?”
“Something like that.” Niland looked at him inquiringly “Did you?”
“No.” Even as he said it, he knew he really didn’t know. But he did not believe he had, or did not want to believe it.
“You were accused of it.”
Did that explain the mob at the station? The men who searched the train?
“If you have not grasped the situation,” Judge Niland said slowly, “you must. Fan Davidge does not even know there is half a million dollars hidden on her ranch. She does not know there is any money at all.
“Dean Cullane knew, but he is dead. Peg Cullane knows, but she is not going to tell Fan. She wants that money for herself. And Peg does not know that I know, although she has probably wondered about it.
She would assume that if I knew I would tell Fan, but I haven’t done so, and she knows I have not.”
“How about Ben Janish?”
“A good question.” Judge Niland sat back in his chair and put the tips of his fingers together. “And if you did not kill Dean Cullane, who did? If it was Ben Janish who killed Dean, then Ben must know about the money. I can think of no other reason why he would kill him.”
“Then,” Ruble Noon commented thoughtfully, “if Ben Janish knows, and you and I know…”
The Judge smiled slightly. “It seems we have to get rid of Ben – and quickly.”
“Could Dean Cullane have known where the money was?”
“No.” Judge Niland was firm. “Tom Davidge knew just what sort of man Dean was. Dean came of a good family, but he was a jackleg lawyer, and one who dealt with men on the wrong side of the law in ways not concerned with the legal profession. Davidge might use Dean to act as a go-between to cover his own trail, but he would never confide in him. That, of course, does not rule out that Dean might know Davidge had the money.”
Ruble Noon was silent. Being silent had proved a good way to be, for he had learned almost all he needed to know-almost all.
“Tom Davidge was a shrewd man,” Judge Niland went on. “He suffered reverses in the East, though not such bad reverses that he had no money. What he did know, however, was that the wolves would be on his trail; so, as quietly as possible, he turned whatever he could into cash and negotiable securities. Negotiable,” he repeated, “but he would use someone who knows how to negotiate them, and who would not be questioned by those with whom he negotiated.” He smiled again. “Not a drifting gunman, for instance, or some unknown person from out of nowhere.”
Ruble Noon shrugged. “There are fences. There are always men who can handle such things.”
“But at great cost, my friend, a far greater cost, let us say, than an even split. With a fence, you’d be lucky to get forty cents on the dollar. On the other hand, you could have sixty-with forty for your partner.”
So there it was… out in the open.
Or was it? Suppose the Judge was merely testing him?
“I suppose you could look at it that way,” he said, “but there’s still Ben Janish.”
“A job for which you have already been paid. ”
“What about Tom Davidge’s daughter?”
“She will have the ranch, free and clear. It is all she expects to have.”
Then Judge Niland straightened up. “There it is, my friend. Although I am no longer a judge, I do have connections. It would be a simple thing for me to arrange that all charges against you are dropped. I could also handle the securities without trouble.”
“And I take care of the obstacle? Of Ben Janish?”
“Exactly. You, and only you, know where the money is hidden. I do not know why Tom Davidge trusted you, but he did. We need each other, you and I.”
He was impelled to laugh at the irony of it, but he held his face still. Only he knew where the half-million dollars was hidden, and he had lost his memory! He could just imagine trying to convince the Judge of that.
“It seems the first order of business is Janish,” he said; “but what about Peg Cullane?”
Niland looked straight at him. “I was thinking about her,” he said. “She could become a problem … if she lives.”