the woman in the alcove-第30节
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st and in New York he had been known as a waiter； or should I say steward； he was known here as a manufacturer of patent medicine designed to rejuvenate the human race。 He had not been long in town and was somewhat of a stranger yet； but he wouldn't be so long。 He was going to make things hum； he was。 Money for this； money for that； a horse where another man would walk； and mailwell； that alone would make this post…office worth while。 Then the drugs ordered by wholesale。 Those boxes over there were his； ready to be carted out to his manufactory。 Count them； some one； and think of the bottles and bottles of stuff they stand for。 If it sells as he says it willthen he will soon be rich： and so on； till Sweetwater brought the garrulous Dick to a standstill by asking whether Wellgood had been away for any purpose since he first came to town。 He received the reply that he had just come home from New York； where he had been for some articles needed in his manufactory。 Sweetwater felt all his convictions confirmed； and ended the colloquy with the final question：
〃And where is his manufactory？ Might be worth visiting； perhaps。〃
The other made a gesture； said something about northwest and rushed to help a customer。 Sweetwater took the opportunity to slide away。 More explicit directions could easily be got elsewhere； and he felt anxious to return to Mr。 Grey and discover； if possible； whether it would prove as much a matter of surprise to him as to Sweetwater himself that the man who answered to the name of Wellgood was the owner of a manufactory and a barrel or two of drugs； out of which he proposed to make a compound that would rob the doctors of their business and make himself and this little village rich。
Sweetwater made only one stop on his way to Mr。 Grey's hotel rooms； and that was at the stables。 Here he learned whatever else there was to know； and； armed with definite information； he appeared before Mr。 Grey； who； to his astonishment； was dining in his own room。
He had dismissed the waiter and was rather brooding than eating。 He looked up eagerly； however； when Sweetwater entered； and asked what news。
The detective； with some semblance of respect； answered that he had seen Wellgood； but that he had been unable to detain him or bring him within his employer's observation。
〃He is a patent…medicine man；〃 he then explained； 〃and manufactures his own concoctions in a house he has rented here on a lonely road some half…mile out of town。〃
〃Wellgood does？ the man named Wellgood？〃 Mr。 Grey exclaimed with all the astonishment the other secretly expected。
〃Yes； Wellgood； James Wellgood。 There is no other in town。〃
〃How long has this man been here？〃 the statesman inquired； after a moment of apparently great discomfiture。
〃Just twenty…four hours； this time。 He was here once before； when he rented the house and made all his plans。〃
〃Ah！〃
Mr。 Grey rose precipitately。 His manner had changed。
〃I must see him。 What you tell me makes it all the more necessary for me to see him。 How can you bring it about？〃
〃Without his seeing you？〃 Sweetwater asked。
〃Yes； yes； certainly without his seeing me。 Couldn't you rap him up at his own door； and hold him in talk a minute； while I looked on from the carriage or whatever vehicle we can get to carry us there？ The least glimpse of his face would satisfy me。 That is； to…night。〃
〃I'll try；〃 said Sweetwater； not very sanguine as to the probable result of this effort。
Returning to the stables； he ordered the team。 With the last ray of the sun they set out； the reins in Sweetwater's hands。
They headed for the coast…road。
XVIII
THE CLOSED DOOR
The road was once the highway； but the tide having played so many tricks with its numberless bridges a new one had been built farther up the cliff； carrying with it the life and business of the small town。 Many old landmarks still remainedshops； warehouses and even a few scattered dwellings。 But most of these were deserted； and those that were still in use showed such neglect that it was very evident the whole region would soon be given up to the encroaching sea and such interests as are inseparable from it。
The hour was that mysterious one of late twilight； when outlines lose their distinctness and sea and shore melt into one mass of uniform gray。 There was no wind and the waves came in with a soft plash； but so near to the level of the road that it was evident； even to these strangers； that the tide was at its height and would presently begin to ebb。
Soon they had passed the last forsaken dwelling； and the town proper lay behind them。 Sand and a few rocks were all that lay between them now and the open stretch of the ocean； which； at this point； approached the land in a small bay； well…guarded on either side by embracing rocky heads。 This was what made the harbor at C。
It was very still。 They passed one team and only one。 Sweetwater looked very sharply at this team and at its driver； but saw nothing to arouse suspicion。 They were now a half…mile from C； and； seemingly； in a perfectly desolate region。
〃A manufactory here！〃 exclaimed Mr。 Grey。 It was the first word he had uttered since starting。
〃Not far from here；〃 was Sweetwater's equally laconic reply； and； the road taking a turn almost at the moment of his speaking； he leaned forward and pointed out a building standing on the right…hand side of the road； with its feet in the water。 〃That's it。〃 said he。 〃They described it well enough for me to know it when I see it。 Looks like a robber's hole at this time of night；〃 he laughed； 〃but what can you expect from a manufactory of patent medicine？〃
Mr。 Grey was silent。 He was looking very earnestly at the building。
〃It is larger than I expected；〃 he remarked at last。
Sweetwater himself was surprised； but as they advanced and their point of view changed they found it to be really an insignificant structure； and Mr。 Wellgood's portion of it more insignificant still。
In reality it was a collection of three stores under one roof： two of them were shut up and evidently unoccupied； the third showed a lighted window。 This was the manufactory。 It occupied the middle place and presented a tolerably decent appearance。 It showed； besides the lighted lamp I have mentioned； such signs of life as a few packing…boxes tumbled out on the small platform in front； and a whinnying horse attached to an empty buggy； tied to a post on the opposite side of the road。
〃I'm glad to see the lamp；〃 muttered Sweetwater。 〃Now； what shall we do？ Is it light enough for you to see his face； if I can manage to bring him to the door？〃
Mr。 Grey seemed startled。
〃It's darker than I thought；〃 said he。 〃But call the man and if I can not see him plainly； I'll shout to the horse to stand； which you will take as a signal to bring this Wellgood nearer。 But do not be surprised if I ride off before he reaches the buggy。 I'll come back again and take you up farther down the road。〃
〃All right； sir；〃 answered Sweetwater； with a side glance at the speaker's inscrutable features。 〃It's a go！〃 And leaping to the ground he advanced to the manufactory door and knocked loudly。
No one appeared。
He tried the latch； it lifted； but the door did not open； it was fastened from within。
〃Strange！〃 he muttered； casting a glance at the waiting horse and buggy； then at the lighted window； which was on the second floor directly over his head。 〃Guess I'll sing out。〃
Here he shouted the man's name。 〃Wellgood！ I say； Wellgood！〃
No response to this either。
〃Looks bad！〃 he acknowledged to himself； and； taking a step back； he looked up at the window。
It was closed； but there was neither shade nor curtain to obstruct the view。
〃Do you see anything？〃 he inquired of Mr。 Grey； who sat with his eye at the small window in the buggy top。
〃Nothing。〃
〃No movement in the room above？ No shadow at the window？〃
〃Nothing。〃
〃Well； it's confounded strange！〃 And he went back； still calling Wellgood。
The tied…up horse whinnied； and the waves gave a soft splash and that was all；if I except Sweetwater's muttered oath。
Coming back； he looked again at the window； then； with a gesture toward Mr。 Grey； turned the corner of the building and began to edge himself along its side in an endeavor to reach the rear and see what it offered。 But he came to a sudden standstill。 He found himself on the edge of the bank before he had taken twenty steps。 Yet the building projected on； and he saw why it had looked so large from a certain point of the approach。 Its rear was built out on piles； making its depth even greater than the united width of the three stores。 At low tide this might be accessible from below； but just now the water was almost on a level with the top of the piles； making all approach impossible save by boat。
Disgusted with his failure； Sweetwater returned to the front； and； finding the situation unchanged； took a new resolve。 After measuring with his eye the height of the first story； he coolly walked over to the strange horse； and； slipping his bridle； brought it back and cast it over a projection of the door； by its aid he succeeded in climbing up to the window； which was the sole eye to the interior；
Mr。 Grey sat far back in hi
