CHAPTER IV.
WHAT WAS FOUND IN THIS GARDEN.
Nick received Deever's startling intelligence with every evidence ofsatisfaction.
"You are doing great work, Mr. Deever," said he. "We shall soon havethis affair straightened out."
As Nick pronounced these words he signaled to Chick in their signlanguage as follows:
"What do you think of this witness?"
Chick promptly returned the answer:
"He seems to be telling the truth."
Then Deever turned toward the new witness.
"Mr. Haskell, Mr. Colton," said he, in hasty introduction. "Now,Haskell, tell what you know."
"Wait," said Nick, "who is this man?" And he pointed to Chick.
"He's a fellow that knows my brother. We met him just below, and broughthim along to help in the identification. There are two more coming."
"Then you purpose to disinter your brother's body at once?"
"Of course I do."
"You have no tools."
"The others will bring them. That's what they're after."
"Where is the place?"
"The hospital garden. Haskell, tell your story. But, no; I'll tell itfor you to save time."
He took Nick by the arm and led him along the hospital wall on thesouthern side of the ground. They followed the wall in the direction ofthe river, until they came to the corner.
Between them and the river was a large piece of ground nearly as wild inappearance as it was a hundred years ago. Many trees and bushes grewupon it.
"This place," said Deever, "is a sort of lovers' walk. Any pleasantevening in summer you can see dozens of couples walking down that path.
"Haskell was here Monday evening with a young lady. They sat for a whileon the trunk of a fallen tree, looking off toward the river.
"It was nearly eleven o'clock when Haskell walked home with her. Then hediscovered that he had lost his knife. He had been whittling thetree-trunk with it.
"It was a good knife, and he thought it worth while to go back and tryto find it. He went back, and after quite a hunt, found it beside thetree.
"By this time it was after midnight. On his way home he passed the spotwhere we are now standing.
"Just as he got here, he heard a peculiar noise on the other side of thewall. It seemed strange that anybody should be at work in the garden atthat hour, but the sound was as if somebody was using a shovel.
"Haskell has more curiosity than a woman. He resolved to find out whatwas going on inside that garden.
"The wall here is pretty high, as you see, but with the help of a pieceof board he climbed up so that he could look over. Now, Haskell, tell usjust what you saw."
Chick and Haskell had come up just as Deever finished his introductionto the story.
"I saw Dr. Jarvis digging," said Haskell.
"How did you know it was he?" asked Nick.
"He had on his dressing-gown and cap," Haskell replied. "I guess prettynear everybody who lives up this way knows those things."
"What did you do?"
"I watched him a couple of minutes. He seemed to be hard at work digginga hole. I never thought then that it was a grave."
"Could you see how big a hole he was making?"
"No; he was under the shadow of the trees. I could hardly see him at allthere, but just as I got on the top of the wall, he came out for asecond or two into the moonlight. Then I saw the old cap anddressing-gown."
"Did you see any object lying upon the ground which looked like a body?"
"No; it was dark under the tree. The body was probably there."
"Why do you say that?"
"Well, it couldn't have been anywhere else."
"How do you know there was any body ?"
"Mr. Deever has told me about his brother. I take it for granted thatthe doctor was burying him."
"Did you tell anybody about this occurrence?"
"No."
"Why not? It was strange enough."
"I didn't think it was strange for him. Everybody knows that the doctoris a sort of crank. When I saw who it was, I just slid down off the walland went home. I never would have thought of it again if Mr. Deeverhadn't spoken to me about his brother."
"You can point out the spot where the doctor was digging?"
"Sure."
"We will make an examination at once."
"I thought you'd find out that murder had been done," said Deever."You'll find out, if you stick to me, that I pretty generally know whatI'm talking about."
"That's right," said Haskell.
"Here come your friends," said Chick, who had not spoken up to thattime.
Two men were seen coming from St. Nicholas avenue. They carried spadesand pickaxes.
Thus reinforced, the party proceeded to scale the wall. Just as they didso, the moon, which had been very bright, was obscured by a heavy cloud.
It was in darkness, then, that they descended into the garden.
But Haskell seemed to be in doubt about the direction to be followed. Hestarted off at once.
They had gone less than a hundred feet when suddenly Haskell shrankback. Deever, who was next to him, ran against him violently.
"What's the matter?" whispered Deever, in an anxious tone.
"There's somebody here ahead of us."
All looked where Haskell pointed, and they were able to make out thefigure of a man standing in one of the numerous paths which woundthrough the garden. He appeared not to have noticed the advancing party.
"He isn't ten feet from the grave," whispered Haskell. "It's under thattree right beside him."
At this moment the moon broke through the cloud. Its light fell roundthe figure in the path.
It was Dr. Jarvis.
Nick's first thought was that this was another sleep-walking wonder, butin a second this idea was dispelled.
The doctor saw the intruders. He uttered an exclamation, and seemedabout to retreat in the direction of the hospital. Then summoning up hiscourage, he paused, and confronted them as they came forward.
"Who are you?" he asked, in a trembling voice.
"I'll soon show you who I am?" cried Deever, angrily, "and I'll showthese gentlemen what you are, in a few minutes."
"Lawrence Deever!" cried the doctor.
"Yes; I'm Lawrence Deever," was the reply, "and I've come to find mybrother."
"You are a fool and a knave," the doctor exclaimed. "Your brother is nothere."
"We'll see about that."
"I order you to leave this garden."
"I wouldn't do that if I were you," said Nick, stepping forward. "I havethe proper authority, and what we shall do here will not harm you."
In a few words he showed Dr. Jarvis the futility of resistance. Nickexplained in a few words the evidence of Haskell, and made no attempt toconceal its true bearing upon the case.
He spoke with his customary calm and steady tone, and his words seemedto reassure the doctor.
"The fellow is a liar and the tool of a liar," said the doctor, glaringat Deever. "I shall challenge you to find that body in this garden."
"It's here, unless you've taken it away," said Deever, roughly. "Now,Haskell, show us the spot, and we'll go to work."
Thus urged, Haskell, who had hung back, as if afraid, stepped forwardwith no sign of hesitation, and pointed to the ground under one of thetrees.
"He was at work just under this long limb," said Haskell.
Nick bent down to examine the ground. It was a flower-bed which lookedas if it had recently been sown.
The spot was excellently chosen for concealment. It was impossible totell whether the earth there had recently been disturbed.
Deever seized a spade and began to dig. He was a man of enormousstrength, and he worked furiously.
The two men who had brought the tools joined in the work, but they didless than half as much as Deever alone.
In an incredibly short time the hole was four feet deep. Then Nicksuggested that they procee
d with greater caution.
"The body," he said, "was probably buried without protection. If youstrike it with your spades you may increase the difficulty ofidentification."
Thus warned, Deever's two assistants worked with care, but Deeverhimself continued to ply his spade like a madman.
Not knowing the exact spot, they dug a hole much larger than a grave,and thus the three men were able to work at the same time withadvantage.
Suddenly Deever cried:
"Here it is!"
His spade had struck something more solid than the soft earth.
All sprang forward, and the doctor uttered a cry as of terror.
Hastily the earth was removed from the buried object, until it could belifted to the surface.
Chick stepped forward, and brushed the last of the earth from the facewith his handkerchief. Then it was dragged to where the moon shone fullupon it.
A murmur arose from the little party. The face of the dead man was cutand mangled with many wounds.
"It's Pat," said one of those who had assisted in the digging. "There'sno doubt about it."
"Yes," said Haskell, who was shivering with fear, "I recognize theclothes he had on."
"He's got no coat," said one of the men; "where's that?"
"It was hanging on a tree in this garden," said Deever.
Then he bent forward over the corpse, and took from around the neck astring to which a little cheap locket was attached.
"He always wore that, poor boy," said one of the men.
Deever turned to where Dr. Jarvis stood. The face of the doctor waswhiter than paper, as the moon shone down upon it.
"What do you say now, Jarvis?" said Deever, coldly. "Do you confess yourcrime?"
The doctor recovered himself with a mighty effort.
"No," he cried. "I deny all responsibility for this man's death."