Tangled Trails eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 271 pages of information about Tangled Trails.

Tangled Trails eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 271 pages of information about Tangled Trails.

She found herself entangled in a net from which there was no easy escape.  Part, at least, of the evidence against Kirby, or at least the implication to be drawn from it, did not fit in with what she knew to be the truth.  He had not been in the apartment of James Cunningham from 9.30 until 10.15.  He might have been there at both times, but not for the whole interval between.  Rose had the best reason in the world for knowing that.

But what was she to do?  What ought she to do?  If she went with her story to the district attorney, her sister’s shame must inevitably be dragged forth to be flaunted before the whole world.  She could not do that.  She could not make little Esther the scapegoat of her conscience.  Nor could she remain silent and let Kirby stay in prison.  That was unthinkable.  If her story would free him she must tell it.  But to whom?

She read in the “Post” that James Cunningham was endeavoring to persuade the authorities to accept bond for his cousin’s appearance.  Swiftly Rose made up her mind what she would do.  She looked up in the telephone book the name she wanted and made connections on the line.

“Is this Mr. Cunningham?” she asked.

“Mr. Cunningham talking,” came the answer.

“I want to see you on very important business.  Can I come this morning?”

“I think I didn’t catch your name, madam.”

“My name doesn’t matter.  I have information about—­your uncle’s death.”

There was just an instant’s pause.  Then, “Ten o’clock, at the office here,” Rose heard.

A dark, good-looking young man rose from a desk in the inner office when Rose entered exactly at ten.  In his eyes there sparked a little flicker of surprised appreciation.  Jack Cunningham was always susceptible to the beauty of women.  This girl was lovely both of feature and of form.  The fluent grace of the slender young body was charming, but the weariness of grief was shadowed under the long-lashed eyes.

She looked around, hesitating.  “I have an appointment with Mr. Cunningham,” she explained.

“My name,” answered the young man.

“Mr. James Cunningham?”

“Afraid you’ve made a mistake.  I’m Jack Cunningham.  This is my uncle’s office.  I’m taking charge of his affairs.  You called his number instead of my brother’s.  People are always confusing the two.”

“I’m sorry.”

“If I can be of any service to you,” he suggested.

“I read that your brother was trying to arrange bond for Mr. Lane.  I want to see him about that.  I am Rose McLean.  My sister worked for your uncle in his office.”

“Oh!” A film of wary caution settled over his eyes.  It seemed to Rose that what she had said transformed him into a potential adversary.  “Glad to meet you, Miss McLean.  If you’d rather talk with my brother I’ll make an appointment with him for you.”

“Perhaps that would be best,” she said.

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