“No; I didn’t even open it.”
“And he has it?”
“He had it the last I saw of the paper. He read it. First, he was going to burn it up because it made him angry, then he changed his mind, saying he would take it to show to you, as he thought you would be interested. Is there anything else you wish to know, Mr. Sorenson?”
“Where did he go from there?”
“He drove away. From something he said, I judged that he planned to be away from home several days.”
Revolting as it was to Janet to put so fair a face on Ed Sorenson’s conduct, nevertheless she had braced herself to go through with the part and presented to the cattleman a clear, natural countenance. The very simplicity of her story, its directness, its accord with the facts as he knew them, carried conviction. Innocently drawn into the affair, she had, in his view, been quickly guided out again by Ed’s luck and wit.
Ed had the deadly document. The four men concerned might breathe easily once more. Ed himself, in all 199 probability, did not realize the true menace of old Saurez’ deposition, or he would at once have brought it to him instead of continuing on his trip: the boy no doubt thought it sufficient to keep it until he returned or mailed it back from somewhere; he perhaps had taken it along for a more careful reading. Good boy, anyway. He had got possession of the thing, that was the main consideration.
“He told me too that he was leaving last evening for a few days’ jaunt,” Sorenson said, rising to go. “You’ll likely have a whole basketful of letters from him. Finest boy going, Ed, even if it’s his own father who says it. But he’s the lucky one, Janet.” The girl lowered her eyelids, for at this flattery she felt she could no longer dissemble her feelings. “Sorry to have bothered you about the matter,” he concluded. “Fellows like this Martinez are always making us trouble. Run over and eat dinner with us soon.”
He went down the walk, large, dominant and still with a trace of his early cowman’s walk. Both his step and his erectness bespoke the buoyant effect of the talk upon his spirits, which was not to be wondered at as he had splendid news to import to his confrères in crime. They would get rid of Martinez, destroy the paper when Ed delivered it, and their skeleton––this one (of a number) which had unexpectedly kicked the door open and started to dance in public––would be safely locked up forever. For Saurez, the only witness (as they believed) was now dead: he would make no more depositions. Certainly Sorenson had reason to walk briskly away from Doctor Hosmer’s dwelling.
Janet had somberly watched him till he was out of sight, then had gone inside.