Ralph Brandt was admirably fitted for the task he had undertaken.
With fearlessness he united imperturbable coolness and unwearied
patience in pursuit of an object. Few knew him in his character of
detective, and no one would have singled him out as an expert in
his calling. The more difficult and dangerous the work, the more
careless and indifferent his manner, giving the impression to
superficial observers of being the very last person to be
intrusted with responsible duty. But his chief and others on the
force well knew that beneath Brandt's careless demeanor was
concealed the relentless pertinacity of a bloodhound on track of
its victim. With the trait of dogged pursuit all resemblance to
the bloodthirsty animal ceased, and even the worst of criminals
found him kind-hearted and good-natured AFTER they were within his
power. Failure was an idea not to be entertained. If the man to be
caught existed, he could certainly be found, was the principle on
which our officer acted.
He readily obtained permission to attempt the capture of the
escaped prisoner, Bute; but the murderer had disappeared, leaving
no clew. Brandt learned that the slums of large cities and several
mining camps had been searched in vain, also that the trains
running east had been carefully watched. We need not try to follow
his processes of thought, nor seek to learn how he soon came to
the conclusion that his man was at some distant mining station
working under an assumed name. By a kind of instinct his mind kept
reverting to one of these stations with increasing frequency. It
was not so remote in respect to mere distance; but it was
isolated, off the lines of travel, with a gap of seventy miles
between it and what might be termed civilization, and was
suspected of being a sort of refuge for hard characters and
fugitives from justice. Bute, when last seen, was making for the
mountains in the direction of this mine. Invested with ample
authority to bring in the outlaw dead or alive, Brandt followed
this vague clew.
One afternoon, Mr. Alford, the superintendent of the mine, was
informed that a man wished to see him. There was ushered into his
private office an elderly gentleman who appeared as if he might be
a prospecting capitalist or one of the owners of the mine. The
superintendent was kept in doubt as to the character of the
visitor for a few moments while Brandt sought by general remarks
and leading questions to learn the disposition of the man who
must, from the necessities of the case, become to some extent his
ally in securing the ends of justice. Apparently the detective was
satisfied, for he asked, suddenly:
"By the way, have you a man in your employ by the name of Bute?"
"No, sir," replied Mr. Alford, with a little surprise.
"Have you a man, then, who answers to the following description?"
He gave a brief word photograph of the criminal.
"You want this man?" Mr. Alford asked in a low voice.
"Well, really, sir, I would like to know your motive, indeed, I
may add, your authority, for--"
"There it is," Brand smilingly remarked, handing the
superintendent a paper.
"Oh, certainly, certainly," said Mr. Alford, after a moment. "This
is all right; and I am bound to do nothing to obstruct you in the
performance of your duty." He now carefully closed the door and
added, "What do you want this man for?"
Mr. Alford's brow clouded with anxiety, and after a moment he
said, "Mr.--how shall I address you?"
"You had better continue to call me by the name under which I was
introduced--Brown."
"Well, Mr. Brown, you have a very difficult and hazardous task,
and you must be careful how you involve me in your actions. I
shall not lay a straw in your way, but I cannot openly help you.
It is difficult for me to get labor here at best; and it is
understood that I ask no questions and deal with men on the basis
simply of their relations to me. As long as I act on this
understanding, I can keep public sentiment with me and enforce
some degree of discipline. If it were known that I was aiding or
abetting you in the enterprise you have in hand, my life would not
be worth a rush. There are plenty in camp who would shoot me, just
as they would you, should they learn of your design. I fear you do
not realize what you are attempting. A man like yourself, elderly
and alone, has no better chance of taking such a fellow as you
describe Bute to be than of carrying a ton of ore on his back down
the mountain. In all sincerity, sir, I must advise you to depart
quietly and expeditiously, and give no one besides myself a hint
of your errand."
"Will you please step into the outer office and make sure that no
one is within earshot?" said Brandt, quietly.
When Mr. Alford returned, the elderly man apparently had
disappeared, and a smiling smooth-faced young fellow with short
brown hair sat in his place. His host stared, the transformation
was so great.
"Mr. Alford," said the detective, "I understand my business and
the risks it involves. All I ask of you is that I may not be
interfered with so far as you are concerned; and my chief object
in calling is to prevent you being surprised by anything you may
see or hear. About three miles or thereabouts from here, on the
road running east, there is a fellow who keeps a tavern. Do you
know him?"
"I know no good of him. He's the worst nuisance I have to contend
with, for he keeps some of my men disabled much of the time."
"Well, I knew Bute years ago, and I can make him think I am now
what I was then, only worse; and I will induce him to go with me
to raid that tavern. If this plan fails, I shall try another, for
I am either going to take Bute alive or else get ample proof that
he is dead. There may be some queer goings-on before I leave, and
all I ask is that you will neither interfere nor investigate. You
may be as ignorant and non-committal as you please. I shall report
progress to you, however, and may need your testimony, but will
see to it that it is given by you as one who had nothing to do
with the affair. Now please show me your quarters, so that I can
find you at night if need be; also Bute's sleeping-place and the
lay of the land to some extent. You'll find that I can take
everything in mighty quick. See, I'm the elderly gentleman again,"
and he resumed his disguise with marvellous celerity.
Mr. Alford led the way through the outer office; and the two
clerks writing there saw nothing to awaken the slightest
suspicion. The superintendent's cottage stood on the road leading
to the mine and somewhat apart from the other buildings. On the
opposite side of the highway was a thicket of pines which promised
cover until one plunged into the unbroken forest that covered the
mountain-side.
Brandt observed this, and remarked, "I've studied the approaches
to your place a little at I came along; but I suppose I shall have
to give a day or two more to the work before making my attempt."
"Well," rejoined Mr. Alford, who was of rather a social turn and
felt the isolation of his life, "why not be my guest for a time?
I'll take the risk if you will remain incog, and keep aloof from
the men."
"That I should do in any event till ready to act. Thank you for
your kindness, for it may simplify my task very much. I will see
to it that I do not compromise you. When I'm ready to snare my
bird, you can dismiss me a little ostentatiously for New York."
Brandt's horse was now ordered to the stable. The two men entered
the cottage, and soon afterward visited the different points of
interest, Mr. Alford giving the natural impression that he was
showing an interested stranger the appliances for working the
mine. At one point he remarked in a low tone, "That's Bute's
lodging-place. A half-breed, named Apache Jack, who speaks little
English lives with him."
Brandt's seemingly careless and transitory glance rested on a
little shanty and noted that it was separated from others of its
class by a considerable interval.