The Guests Depart
NEXT MORNING the gathering at Coolibah broke up. Dr Stanisforth again conferred with Dr Knowles, suggesting a certain course of treatment which might overcome the patient’s condition. For the first time in years, the Golden Dawn doctor took his morning tea without a liberal addition of whisky and, in consequence, his nerves were visibly tormented.
The consultation took place in the morning-room and, at its close, the specialist scribbled on his prescription pad. Tearing off the leaf, he presented it to Knowles, saying:
“We will agree that it is not usual for a medical man to give unasked-for advice. I knew a man-an extraordinary case-who had sufficient mental power abruptly to stop takingmorphia. He died. You will have to take care of yourself. Do not regard me as an interfering old fool, but make up the mixture I have prescribed for you and curtail theother mixture gradually, not suddenly. Now I must be off. I would like to keep in touch with this case, and I would consider it kind of you if you let me know how it goes. If I am able I will come out again in a fortnight’s time.”
“Good!” said Knowles, with a faint catch in his voice. “I will be following you to Golden Dawn with Sergeant Cox, and I will make up the prescription you have given me.
“Do. And have a drink now, old man. You must not shock your nervous system too severely. Good-bye-and good luck!”
While Elizabeth and her father were farewelling the specialist from the east veranda, Knowles was in his room measuring out a stiff dose of “that other mixture,” and Bony was seated in the study in conference with Sergeant Cox.
“I would be pleased,” he was saying, “if you would sound the Golden Dawn butcher to find out from whom he has purchased sheep and when, and to whom he has sold his skins over the last five weeks. You made notes relative to the nitro-glycerine and the examination of the people at Gurner’s Hotel?”
“Yes. I will attend to that.”
“Good! I may be away for several days on a walkabout undertaken with modern transport. Should anything of importance crop up do not call for me. I will communicate with you from time to time. Meanwhile keep your eye on that exchange girl and the night operator, her brother. I cannot lose sight of the fact that the destruction of the aeroplane, following so closely on its discovery by Nettlefold, may be due to some leakage in the telephone system. Either through the exchange operator, or by the line being tapped. Is there a policeman at St Albans?”
“A mounted man is stationed there.”
“Perhaps, then, after dealing with Gurner about road traffic, you could run on into St Albans and ascertain if a strange car passed through there one week or two weeks prior to 28 October, when the plane was stolen. I would also like to know if there were any unusual visitors to the place.”
“Right! I’ll do that.”
The door was opened to admit Dr Knowles.
“Hope I am not disturbing you, but I rather want to know the time you are leaving, Cox.”
“By no means, Doctor. Come in,” invited Bony, on his feet and beaming friendliness. “How is the patient this morning?”
Knowles crossed the room after closing the door and seated himself. His hands now were less palsied. Beneath his eyes, however, were patches of significant hue.
“The condition of the patient remains unchanged,” he replied in tones that were almost harsh. Regarding Bony steadily, he added: “Yesterday afternoon you said you thought you knew some method by which we could know what is in the patient’s mind.”
“That is so,” agreed Bony gravely.
“Then why thedevil don’t you out with it? If you can read her mind, why don’t you?”
“I did not state that I could read her mind, Doctor. But I have sent for a man who I think is able to do so.”
“Ah!” Knowles sighed, as though experiencing relief. “When will he be here?”
“That I am unable to say,” Bony replied regretfully. “I will confide in you both when I really should confide in no one. The man for whom I have sent lives north-west of Burketown, on the southern tip of the Gulf of Carpentaria. His name is Illawalli, and he is a tribal chief of great importance and power. He is in possession of inherited secrets which are older than the Pyramids. By merely touching a man he is able to read that man’s mind. I know this because he has demonstrated his power to me. I am glad to observe that neither of you are laughing. More than once he had offered to impart his secrets to me. In possession of them, I might easily become the world’s greatest detective, but he imposes a condition I cannot accept.
“The date of his arrival will depend on whether he can be quickly located. He may be with his own tribe, or he may be with a distant tribe, not his own but of his nation.”
“Every effort will be exerted to locate this extraordinary blackfellow?” Knowles pressed.
“We may depend on that being so.”
“But could I not locate him and bring him here direct much more quickly?”
“By this time, Doctor, I feel sure an aeroplane already will have been dispatched for him. Meanwhile I may at any hour put my hands on the man responsible for the patient’s condition. By the way, Mr Nettlefold, at my request, has relieved Sharp from night guard duty.”
“Is it essential?” Cox asked.
“I believe it to be very much so. Do you know of any one who could be trusted to do it?”
Cox pondered. Then:
“My brother-in-law lives across at Yaraka,” he said slowly. “He was once in the Force, and had to retire when one foot was permanently injured. He is still an active man, however.”
“Ring him up and find out if he can leave for Coolibah to-day.”
While the sergeant was busy with the telephone, the detective asked Knowles if he would be remaining long at Golden Dawn.
“No. I have to obtain certain drugs and stimulants proposed by Dr Stanisforth,” Knowles explained. “It is my intention to fly back this afternoon. If Cox’s brother-in-law is unable to come, I will do guard duty. What leads you to think that another attempt will be made on that girl’s life?”
“Intuition. Probably you do not believe in intuition, but my wife does, and I am a firm believer, too. The purpose of the attempt to incinerate Miss Double M in Loveacre’s red monoplane was to silence her for ever. While she lives there is the possibility that medical science will cure her of her paralysis, and her silence will then beterminated. ”
“My brother-in-law will leave Yaraka at once,” Sergeant Cox interposed from the telephone. “I did not tell him what he is wanted for.”
“That was as well.” Bony rose. “I have to be off. I have borrowed Mr Nettlefold’s spare car.”
“And we must get on our way, too, Doctor,” the sergeant said, heaving himself to his feet. “Your bag packed?”
“I am taking nothing but a dispatch bag. I am ready now,” Knowles said like a man who finds inactivity unbearable.
The sergeant would have liked much to know how Bony intended to follow his planned walkabout, but by now he knew the uselessness of asking questions. He and the doctor having departed, Bony passed to his room to roll a swag, and his host went across to the store to set out rations and cooking utensils. Before leaving the house, the detective interviewed its mistress.
“I shall be away for a few days, Miss Nettlefold,” he told her with smiling gravity. “You need have no uneasiness on the score of Mr Sharp’s absence, because, later to-day, an ex-policeman will arrive to protect the house at night.”
“But my father-”
“Your father has quite enough to do. Now I must be off. Hope with me that the seasonal thunderstorms will not come down from the north-west for at least another week. And do not relinquish hope regarding your patient. I have never yet failed to finalize a case. I see no reason why I should fail to finalize this one. Aurevoir!”
“Good-bye!” she said slowly, returning his smile.
Five minutes later she saw him driving away along the track to Golden Dawn.
“I’d like to know what he’s up to now,” said her father, when he joined her from seeing Bony off. “Knowles is flying back this afternoon. An ex-policeman is coming to take Ted’s place. They appear to think that another attack will be made on the girl’s life.”
“If it is, I will be ready,” Elizabeth assured him. “I am going on night duty from to-night. Hetty has been unable to sleep properly these hot days.”
“Humph! Anyway, this affair has made life interesting. I think, though, I would prefer the quietness of ordinary times.”
“I do not. If only that poor girl was just ordinarily ill I would be enjoying it all.”
For some hours, at least, John Nettleford experienced the quietness of ordinary times. He laboured in his office for the rest of the morning. About four o’clock, when he was alone at afternoon tea, Dr Knowles rang up to say that he was leaving Golden Dawn immediately in his aeroplane and unhurriedly the cattleman drove out to the natural landing ground to await his arrival.
Seated in the car, he smoked away the waiting minutes. He heard the engine before he spotted the black-varnished plane high against the colour-stained sky. It came dropping earthwards like a falling leaf, down and down to within a thousand feet, and then it rolled out in a zooming curve, shot skyward in a perfect loop, circled and approached the ’drome at speed. Its wheels tore up the grey ground in dusty clouds, and then it tipped forward; tried to bury itself with screaming protest. When finally it settled, the propeller was smashed and the under-carriage was wiped away.
Before Nettlefold could reach the wrecked machine, the doctor had climbed out and was awaiting him.
“Can you tell me, Nettlefold,” he roared angrily, “why I can’t fly when I’m sober?”