recounted my conversation with the general manager aboard the Ginery Twitchell . McCarty listened patiently, and had a few questions of a scientific nature about the helio storms, which I could not answer.
âPerhaps it will clear by morning,â McCarty said.
I smiled.
âLet us hope,â I said.
But it wasnât hope that tugged at my guts.
âHere,â he said, handing me the key. âYou said youâd take this, and Mackieâs going to hold you to it.â
I said good night to McCarty, then walked down the street to the agency. Calder was inside, with his boots up on his desk, the toes so close to the lighted lamp I was afraid he would knock it over.
âYou left the door unlocked,â he said.
âThere was some excitement.â
âIâve heard,â he said. âAnd seen the lights in the sky. It is all mighty queer.â
âYes,â I said, opening the bottom drawer of the desk and dropping the key inside.
âWhatâs that?â
âA hunk of brass that speaks for the dead,â I said, easing myself into my chair. âA haunted telegraph key. Does the phrase âAvail Speedwellâ mean anything to you?â
âAre you speaking English?â
âIâll take that for a no,â I said. âItâs on the telegraph key, Jack.â
âYou were in no danger?â he asked.
âNothing to speak of.â
âWhenever you say that, Ophelia, it makes me nervous.â
âI am in one piece, Jack,â I said.
âAnd I am glad. Have you found a new case?â
âA mystery, perhaps, but no more,â I said.
Briefly, I described the events of the night.
âMackie is a nervous fellow,â Calder said. âHe might have misinterpreted that message about Hopkins being murdered at Florence. As for the dark train, who knows? Considering the confusion with the telegraph service and the operating schedules, a renegade train seems likely.â
There passed a few moments of silence between us.
âEarp walked down the tracks with you.â
âI told you he did.â
More silence.
âDid he act peculiar?â
âWhat do you mean by âpeculiarâ?â
âStrange, I reckon,â Calder said. â Bold would be a better word.â
âYou mean, was he forward with me?â I said. âNo, he assumed no liberties, and I offered him none. I do not understand the fuss that Marshal Earp generates in this town. Is it his looks? I have seen no sign that he is in any way exemplary, and he displayed tonight no special dash or daring.â
âHe is a good man in a tight spot.â
âPossibly,â I said. âBut his choice of friends is questionable.â
âThe dentist?â
âAmong other things, I understand.â
âHolliday is strung different.â
âI will rely on your word for it,â I said. âAnd Jackâare you jealous that Earp walked with me down the tracks?â
Calder laughed.
âJealous?â he asked. âNow, thereâs a rare idea. Iâve never had call to be jealous of any man. It is a weak emotion for weak men. A jealous man skulks, while a confident man acts.â
âNice speech,â I said. âBeen reading Horatio Alger again?â
âNo,â he said, his feelings riled. âWhile Ragged Dick is a very instructive book, it is a book for boys. Thereâs nothing about jealousy in it. My thoughts on the subject are my own.â
âIf it were anyone else protesting so strongly that he was not jealous,â I said, âI would be inclined to think that he was indeed filled with envy.â
âItâs good then that you donât think that of me.â
âWe are in perfect agreement,â I said.
âWe could not be more so,â he said.
Not long after, Calder bid me a chilly good night. I locked the door behind him, then took my lamp and went to the stairs.
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