Treasure Mountain (1972) Read Online Free Page A
Author: Louis - Sackett's 17 L'amour
mind. You see, Orrin's been missing for four days."
Well, they exchanged a look, and it was a scared look.
"If you could tell me just what happened, it might help," I suggested. "I've heard a good deal as far as Baston is concerned, but what happened there in the dining room?"
Betwixt them, they laid it out for me, and all of it made sense except that last question about what happened to Pierre. When I brought that up they told me Orrin said he was interested in some mining claims out in the San Juans, which is about what Orrin would say to cover his reasons for asking questions. It might give him a lead on somebody who left New Orleans for the wild lands to the west, as it seemed likely to have done.
It began to look like Orrin had thrown that Pierre question in there on chance.
It was one of his lawyer's tricks, and it had taken Andre Baston off guard ... but it might have gotten Orrin killed, too. A body just didn't play games with a man like Baston.
"This Andre Baston now? Was he alone?"
"He was joining his niece, Fanny, and nephew at a table near your brother."
"And this Pierre they spoke of?"
"Pierre Bontemps. He was Andre's brother-in-law. He went west on some wild venture. Pierre was that way, always going off somewhere at the least excuse. He was killed out there, by Indians, it was said. Andre got back."
It still didn't shape up to much. Orrin had exchanged a few words with a man with a reputation as a duelist, and he had said something to which I gathered Baston's reaction was mighty strong.
A few more questions, and it began to look like when pa went west it was with Pierre Bontemps, Andre Baston, and some others. I had no idea how many others and who they were.
After a little more talk I got into a carriage and returned to the Saint Charles. When I stepped down from the carriage, Hippo Swan was standing on the curb opposite the hotel. And when I saw him I remembered where I'd heard the name Baston before. The girl in the coffee shop had said he had once worked for someone named Baston.
When I reached the door, I glanced back. Hippo Swan was lighting a cigar, but he was holding the match up higher than necessary, or so it seemed to me.
A signal? If so, to whom?
Well, now. Chances were I was just seeing shadows where none existed, but it costs nothing to play if safe. Nobody had left any messages at the desk for me so I started on up to my room.
The window, I recalled, looked over the street out front. A body standing in that window could easily see a match struck down there on the street. Turning around on the stairs I went back down to the desk. The clerk was gone, but the Negro I'd talked to earlier was standing there.
"Is there anyone in the room adjoining mine? The one with the door opening into mine?"
He consulted the register. "Not at present, suh."
I put a silver dollar on the desk. "Could you let me have it for a few minutes?"
He looked straight into my eyes. "What seems to be the trouble, Mr. Sackett?"
"Well, now. I'm kind of a cautious man. It seems to me that one Sackett disappearing is enough, and if somebody was inside my room now, somebody who was waiting for me, he'd be likely to be waiting beside the hall door."
"It is likely, suh." He pushed the key toward me and my dollar as well. "Would you like me to call the hotel officer, suh?"
"Thank you ... no."
Turning away I started for the steps. He spoke after me. "Good hunting, suh."
I walked softly down the carpeted hall and opened the room next to mine, then ever so gently I put the key into the lock, careful to make no sound. I ran quickly around to my own door, fumbled with the knob, then swore softly, muttering something about the key.
I ran back to the door in the adjoining room and opened it suddenly.
There was a little light from the window, and the bulk of a man waiting by the door. A shadow moved as the door swung wide ... there was another man!
They came for me, both of them. They were big men and were probably
Well, they exchanged a look, and it was a scared look.
"If you could tell me just what happened, it might help," I suggested. "I've heard a good deal as far as Baston is concerned, but what happened there in the dining room?"
Betwixt them, they laid it out for me, and all of it made sense except that last question about what happened to Pierre. When I brought that up they told me Orrin said he was interested in some mining claims out in the San Juans, which is about what Orrin would say to cover his reasons for asking questions. It might give him a lead on somebody who left New Orleans for the wild lands to the west, as it seemed likely to have done.
It began to look like Orrin had thrown that Pierre question in there on chance.
It was one of his lawyer's tricks, and it had taken Andre Baston off guard ... but it might have gotten Orrin killed, too. A body just didn't play games with a man like Baston.
"This Andre Baston now? Was he alone?"
"He was joining his niece, Fanny, and nephew at a table near your brother."
"And this Pierre they spoke of?"
"Pierre Bontemps. He was Andre's brother-in-law. He went west on some wild venture. Pierre was that way, always going off somewhere at the least excuse. He was killed out there, by Indians, it was said. Andre got back."
It still didn't shape up to much. Orrin had exchanged a few words with a man with a reputation as a duelist, and he had said something to which I gathered Baston's reaction was mighty strong.
A few more questions, and it began to look like when pa went west it was with Pierre Bontemps, Andre Baston, and some others. I had no idea how many others and who they were.
After a little more talk I got into a carriage and returned to the Saint Charles. When I stepped down from the carriage, Hippo Swan was standing on the curb opposite the hotel. And when I saw him I remembered where I'd heard the name Baston before. The girl in the coffee shop had said he had once worked for someone named Baston.
When I reached the door, I glanced back. Hippo Swan was lighting a cigar, but he was holding the match up higher than necessary, or so it seemed to me.
A signal? If so, to whom?
Well, now. Chances were I was just seeing shadows where none existed, but it costs nothing to play if safe. Nobody had left any messages at the desk for me so I started on up to my room.
The window, I recalled, looked over the street out front. A body standing in that window could easily see a match struck down there on the street. Turning around on the stairs I went back down to the desk. The clerk was gone, but the Negro I'd talked to earlier was standing there.
"Is there anyone in the room adjoining mine? The one with the door opening into mine?"
He consulted the register. "Not at present, suh."
I put a silver dollar on the desk. "Could you let me have it for a few minutes?"
He looked straight into my eyes. "What seems to be the trouble, Mr. Sackett?"
"Well, now. I'm kind of a cautious man. It seems to me that one Sackett disappearing is enough, and if somebody was inside my room now, somebody who was waiting for me, he'd be likely to be waiting beside the hall door."
"It is likely, suh." He pushed the key toward me and my dollar as well. "Would you like me to call the hotel officer, suh?"
"Thank you ... no."
Turning away I started for the steps. He spoke after me. "Good hunting, suh."
I walked softly down the carpeted hall and opened the room next to mine, then ever so gently I put the key into the lock, careful to make no sound. I ran quickly around to my own door, fumbled with the knob, then swore softly, muttering something about the key.
I ran back to the door in the adjoining room and opened it suddenly.
There was a little light from the window, and the bulk of a man waiting by the door. A shadow moved as the door swung wide ... there was another man!
They came for me, both of them. They were big men and were probably
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