The Vanishing of Betty Varian

  CHAPTER IV The Search

  Doctor Herbert Varian was a man accustomed to responsibilities; more, hewas accustomed to the responsibilities of other people as well as hisown. Yet it seemed to him that the position in which he now found himselfwas more appalling than anything he had ever before experienced, and thatit was liable to grow worse rather than better with successivedevelopments.

  Varian had what has been called "the leaping mind," and without beingunduly apprehensive, he saw trouble ahead, such as he shuddered to thinkabout. His brother dead, there was the hysterical widow to be cared for.And Betty in hiding----

  He paused, his hand on the latch of the door at the top of the stair.

  Then, squaring his shoulders, he shook off his hesitation and opened thedoor.

  He found himself in a small turret room, from which he went on to otherrooms on that floor. They were, for the most part, quite evidentlyunoccupied bedrooms, but two gave signs of being in use by servants.

  Varian paid little heed to his surroundings, but went rapidly abouthunting for the missing girl.

  "Betty,----" he called, softly; "Betty, dear, where are you? Don't beafraid,--Uncle Herbert will take care of you. Come, Betty, come out ofhiding."

  But there was no answer to his calls. He flung open cupboard doors, hepeered into dark corners and alcoves, but he saw no trace of any one, norheard any sound.

  Two other tiny staircases led up to higher turrets, but these were empty,and search as he would he found no Betty, nor any trace of her.

  Unwilling to waste what might be valuable time, Doctor Varian wentdownstairs again.

  Then, one after another, he visited all the rooms on the second floor butfound no sign of his niece.

  He went again to the room where the women were and beckoned his wifeoutside.

  "Minna is asleep?" he asked, in a whisper.

  "Yes," Janet replied, "but, of course, only as an effect of that strongopiate you gave her. She tosses and moans,--but, yes, she is asleep."

  "I dread her waking. What _are_ we to do with her? And, Janet, where isBetty? I've been all over these upper floors,--and now I'll tackle therooms downstairs, and the cellar. The girl must be found----"

  "Herbert! Did you ever know such a fearful situation? And--asto--Frederick--don't you have to----"

  "Yes, yes, of course; the authorities must be called in. Don't think Ihaven't realized that. But first of all we must find Betty--dead oralive!"

  "Don't say that!" Janet clutched at his arm. "I can't bear any morehorrors."

  "Poor girl,--you may have to. Brace up, dear, I've all I can do to----"

  "Of course you have," his wife kissed him tenderly. "Don't be afraid. Iwon't add to your burdens, and I will help all I can. Thank heaven thatkind woman took Eleanor away with her."

  "Yes; but I daresay we ought to have kept them all here. There's crime tobe considered, and----"

  "Never mind, they're gone,--and I'm glad of it. You can get them backwhen necessary."

  "But it's a mystery,--oh, what shall I do first? I never felt soabsolutely unable to cope with a situation. But the first thing is tohunt further for Betty."

  Pursuant of his clearest duty, Doctor Varian went on through the yetunsearched rooms, on to the kitchen, and on down to the cellar. He made ahasty but careful search, flinging open closets, cupboards andstorerooms, and returned at last to the hall where Ted Landon sat withfolded arms, keeping his lonely vigil.

  "I can't imagine where Betty can be," and Varian sank wearily into achair.

  "She must be in the house," said Landon, wonderingly, "for there's no wayout, except down the path where we all were."

  "There's a back door, I suppose."

  "I mean no way off the premises. Yes, there must be a back door--you knowI've never been in this house before."

  "No; well, look here, Landon; the authorities must be notified; the localdoctor ought to be called in,--and all that. But first, I want to findBetty. Suppose I stay here,--I'm--I admit I'm pretty tired,--and you takea look out around the back door, and kitchen porch. By the way, theservants will be coming home soon----"

  "No, they were to stay out for the evening, I think Mrs Varian said."

  "But those people who went back to the village will, of course, tell ofthe matter, and soon we'll have all kinds of curious visitors."

  "All right, Doctor Varian, I'll do just what you say."

  The younger man went on his errand, and going through the kitchen, foundthe back porch. To reach it he had to unlock the outside door, thusproving to his own satisfaction that Betty had not gone out that way.

  But he went out and looked about. He saw nothing indicative. The porchwas pleasant and in neat order. A knitting-bag and a much be-thumbednovel were evidently the property of the cook or waitress, and an old capon a nail was, doubtless, the butler's.

  He took pains to ascertain that there was no path or road that led downto the gate but the path that also went from the front door, and which hehad been on when Betty returned to the house.

  He had seen her enter the house, had seen her father go in a few momentslater, now where was the girl?

  Back to the kitchen Landon went, and in the middle of the floor, henoticed a yellow cushion. It was a satin covered, embroidered affair,probably, he thought, a sofa cushion, or hammock pillow, but it seemedtoo elaborate for a servant's cushion. Surely it belonged to the family.

  The kitchen was in tidy order, save for a tray of used glasses and emptyplates which was on a table.

  Landon picked up the pillow,--and then, on second thoughts, laid it backwhere he had found it. It might be evidence.

  An open door showed the cellar stairs. Conquering a strongdisinclination, Landon went down. The cellar was large, and seemed tohave various rooms and bins, and some locked cupboards. But there wasnothing sinister, the rooms were for the most part fairly light, and theair was good.

  Remembering that Doctor Varian had already searched down there for Betty,Landon merely went over the same ground, and returned with the news ofhis unsuccessful search.

  "No way out?" queried the doctor, briefly.

  "None, except by passing the very spot where we all were when Betty ranback to the house."

  "Where is she, Landon?"

  The two men stared at each other, both absolutely at a loss to answer thequestion.

  "Well," and Varian pulled himself together, "this won't do. It's a casefor the police,--how shall we get at them?"

  "I don't know anything about the police, but if you telephone the inn orthe clubhouse they'll tell you. The local doctor is Merritt,--I know him.But he couldn't do anything. Why call him when you're here?"

  "It's customary, I think. You call Merritt, will you, and then I'll speakto the innkeeper."

  The telephoning was just about completed, when a fearful scream fromupstairs announced the fact that Minna Varian had awakened from heropiate sleep and had returned to a realization of her troubles.

  Slowly Doctor Varian rose and went up the stairs.

  He entered the bedroom to find Minna sitting up in bed, wild-eyed andstruggling to get up, while Janet urged her to lie still.

  "Lie still!" she screamed, "I will not. Come here, Herbert. Tellme,--where is my child? Why is Betty not here? Is she dead, too? Tell me,I say!"

  "Yes, Minna," Varian returned, quietly, "I will tell you all I can. I donot know where Betty is, but we've no reason to think she is dead----"

  "Then why doesn't she come to me? Why doesn't Fred come? Oh,--Fred isdead,--isn't he?"

  And then the poor woman went into violent hysterics, now shrieking like amaniac and now moaning piteously, like some hurt animal.

  "The first thing to do," said Doctor Varian, decidedly, "is to get anurse for Minna."

  "No," demurred his wife, "not tonight, anyway. I'll take care of her, andthere will be some maid servant who can help me. There was a nice lookingwaitress among those who went off this afternoon." r />
  "The servants will surely return as soon as they hear the news," Variansaid, and then he gave all his attention to calming his patient.

  Again he placed her under the influence of a powerful opiate, and by thetime she was unconscious, the local doctor had come.

  Varian went down to find Doctor Merritt examining the body of hisbrother.

  The two medical men met courteously, the local doctor assuming animportant air, principally because he considered the other his superior.

  "Terrible thing, Doctor Varian," Merritt said; "death practicallyinstantaneous."

  "Practically," returned the other. "May have lived a few moments, butunconscious at once. You know the sheriff?"

  "Yes; Potter. He'll be along soon. He's a shrewd one,--but,--my heavens!Who did this thing?"

  Doctor Merritt's formality gave way before his irrepressible curiosity.He looked from Doctor Varian to Ted Landon and back again, with anexasperated air of resentment at being told so little.

  "We don't know, Doctor Merritt," Landon said, as the other doctor saidnothing. "We've no idea."

  "No idea! A man shot and killed in this lonely, isolated house and youdon't know who did it? What do you mean?"

  In a few words Varian detailed the circumstances, and added, "We don'tknow where Miss Varian is."

  "Disappeared! Then she must have shot her father----"

  "Oh, no!" interrupted Landon, "don't say such an absurd thing!"

  "What else is there to say?" demanded Merritt. "You say there was nobodyin the house but those two people. Now, one is here dead, and the otheris missing. What else can be said?"

  "Don't accuse a defenseless girl,----" advised Varian. "Betty must befound, of course. But I don't for a minute believe she shot her father."

  "Where's the gun?" asked Doctor Merritt.

  "Hasn't been found," returned Varian, briefly. "Mrs Varian, my brother'swife, is hysterical. I've been obliged to quiet her by opiates. DoctorMerritt, this is by no means a simple case. I hope your sheriff is a manof brains and experience. It's going to call for wise and competenthandling."

  "Potter is experienced enough. Been sheriff for years. But as to brains,he isn't overburdened with them. Still, he's got good horse sense."

  "One of the best things to have," commented Varian. "Now, I don't knowthat we need keep Mr Landon here any longer. What do you think?"

  "I don't know," said Merritt, thoughtfully. "He was here at the time ofthe--crime?"

  "Yes; but so were several others, and they've gone away. As you like, MrLandon, but I don't think you need stay unless you wish."

  "I do wish," Ted Landon said. "I may be of use, somehow, and, too, I'mdeeply interested. I want to see what the sheriff thinks about it, and,too, I want to try to find or help to find Miss Betty."

  "Betty must be found," said Varian, as if suddenly reminded of the fact."I am so distracted between the shock of my brother's death and theanxiety regarding his wife's condition, that for the moment I almostforgot Betty. That child must be hiding somewhere. She must have beenfrightened in some fearful way, and either fainted or run away and hidout in the grounds somewhere. I'm positive she isn't in the house."

  "She couldn't have gone out the back door," said Landon. "It was lockedwhen I went to it."

  "She couldn't have gone out at the front door or we should have seenher," Varian added, "She stepped out of a window, then."

  "Are you assuming some intruder?" asked Merritt, wonderingly.

  "I'm not assuming anything," returned Varian, a little crisply, for hisnerves were on edge. "But Betty Varian must be found,--my duty is to theliving as well as to the dead."

  He glanced at his brother's body, and his face expressed a mute promiseto care for that brother's child.

  "But how are you going to find her?" asked Landon. "We saw Miss Varianenter this house----"

  "Therefore, she is still in it,--or in the grounds," said Varian,positively. "It can't be otherwise. I shall hunt out of doors first,before it grows dusk. Then we can hunt the house afterward."

  "You have hunted the house."

  "Yes; but it must be hunted more thoroughly. Why, Betty, or--Betty's bodymust be somewhere. And must be found."

  Doctor Merritt listened, dumfounded. Here was mystery indeed. Mr Variandead,--shot,--no weapon found, and his daughter missing.

  What could be the explanation?

  The hunt out of doors for Betty resulted in nothing at all. There was nokitchen garden, merely a drying plot and a small patch of back yard,mostly stones and hard ground. This was surrounded by dwarfed and stuntedpine trees, which not only afforded no hiding place, but shut off nopossible nook or cranny where Betty could be hidden. The whole tablelandwas exposed to view from all parts of it, and it was clear to be seenthat Betty Varian could not be hiding out of doors.

  And since she could not have left the premises, save by the road wherethe picnic party was congregated, there was no supposition but that shewas still in the house.

  "Can you form any theory, Doctor Varian?" Landon asked him.

  "No, I can't. Can you?"

  "Only the obvious one,--that Miss Varian killed her father and then hidsomewhere."

  "But where? Mind you, I don't for a moment admit she killed her father,that's too ridiculous! But whoever killed him, may also have killed her.It is her body I think we are more likely to find."

  "How, then, did the assassin get away?"

  "I don't know. I'm not prepared to say there's no way out of thisplace----"

  "But I know that to be the fact. There comes the sheriff, Doctor Varian.That's Potter."

  They went into the house again, and found the sheriff and another manwith him.

  Merritt made the necessary introductions, and Doctor Varian looked atPotter.

  "The strangest case you've ever had," he informed him, "and the mostimportant. How do you propose to handle it?"

  "Like I do all the others, by using my head."

  "Yes, I know, but I mean what help do you expect to have?"

  "Dunno's I'll need any yet. Haven't got the principal facts. Dead man'syour brother, ain't he?"

  "Yes."

  "Shot dead and no weapon around. Criminal unknown. Now, about this younglady,--the daughter. Where is she?"

  "I don't know,--but I hope you can find her."

  And then Doctor Varian told, in his straightforward way, of his searchfor the girl.

  "Mighty curious," vouchsafed the sheriff, with an air of one stating anew idea. "The girl and her father on good terms?"

  "Yes, of course," Varian answered, but his slight hesitation made thesheriff eye him keenly.

  "We want the truth, you know," he said, thoughtfully. "If them two wasn'ton good terms, you might as well say so,--'cause it'll come out sooner orlater."

  "But they were,--so far as I know."

  "Oh, well, all right. I can't think yet, the girl shot her father. Iwon't think that,--lessen I have to. But, good land, man, you say you'velooked all over the house,--where's the murderer, then?"

  "Suicide?" laconically said the man who had come with the sheriff.

  It was the first time he had spoken. He was a quiet, insignificant chap,but his eyes were keen and his whole face alert.

  "Couldn't be, Bill," said the sheriff, "with no weapon about."

  "Might 'a' been removed," the other said, in his brief way.

  "By whom?" asked Doctor Varian.

  "By whoever came here first," Bill returned, looking at him.

  "I came here first," Varian stated. "Do you mean I removed the weapon?"

  "Have to look at all sides, you know."

  "Well, I didn't. But I won't take time, now, to enlarge on that plainstatement. I'll be here, you can question me, when and as often as youlike. Now, Mr Potter, what are you going to do first?"

  "Well, seems to me there's no more to be done with Mr Varian's body. Youtwo doctors have examined it, you know all about the wound that killedhim. Bill, here, has jotted down all the details of its positio
n and allthat. Now, I think you can call in the undertakers and have the bodytaken away or kept here till the funeral,--whichever you like."

  "The funeral!" exclaimed Doctor Varian, realizing a furtherresponsibility for his laden shoulders. "I suppose I'd better arrangeabout that, for my sister-in-law will not be able to do so."

  "Jest's you like," said Potter. "Next, I'll investigate for myself theabsence of this girl. A mysterious disappearance is as serious a matteras a mysterious death,--maybe, more so."

  "That's true," agreed Varian. "I hope you'll be able to find my niece,for she must be found."

  "Easy enough to say she must be found,--the trick is to find her."

  "Have you any theory of the crime, Mr Potter?" Landon asked.

  "Theory? No, I don't deal in theories. I may say it looks to me like thegirl may have shot her father, but it only looks that way because there'sno other way, so far, for it to look. You can't suspect a criminal thatyou ain't had any hint of, can you? If anybody, now, turns up who's seena man prowling round--or seen any mysterious person, or if any servant isfound who, say, didn't go to the circus, but hung behind, or----"

  "But if there's any such, they or he must be in the house now," Billsaid, quietly. "Let's go and see."

  The two started from the room and Landon, after a glance at DoctorVarian, followed them.

  "I don't see," Landon said to Potter as they went to the kitchen, "whyyou folks in authority always seem to think it necessary to take anantagonistic attitude toward the people who are representing the deadman! You act toward Doctor Varian as if you more than half suspected hehad a hand in the crime himself!"

  "Not that, my boy," and Potter looked at him gravely; "but that doctorbrother knows more than he's telling."

  "That's not so! I know. I came up here to the house with him. I was withhim when he found his brother's body----"

  "Oh, you were! Why didn't you say so?"

  "You didn't ask me. No, I don't know anything more. I've nothing to tellthat can throw any possible light, but I do know that Doctor Varian hadno hand in it and knows no more about it than I do."

  "Good land, I don't mean that he killed his brother,--I know better thanthat. But he wasn't frank about the relations between the girl and herfather. Do you know that they were all right? Friendly, I mean?"

  "So far as I know, they were. But I never met them until today. I canonly say that they acted like any normal, usual father and daughter."

  "Oh, well, it doesn't matter. It'll all come out,--that sort of thing.Now to find the girl."