The Valley of Fear eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 171 pages of information about The Valley of Fear.

“Well, I know nothing about them.  It’s only what I have read.”

“And I’m not saying that you have not read the truth.”  The man looked nervously round him as he spoke, peering into the shadows as if he feared to see some lurking danger.  “If killing is murder, then God knows there is murder and to spare.  But don’t you dare to breathe the name of Jack McGinty in connection with it, stranger; for every whisper goes back to him, and he is not one that is likely to let it pass.  Now, that’s the house you’re after, that one standing back from the street.  You’ll find old Jacob Shafter that runs it as honest a man as lives in this township.”

“I thank you,” said McMurdo, and shaking hands with his new acquaintance he plodded, gripsack in hand, up the path which led to the dwelling house, at the door of which he gave a resounding knock.

It was opened at once by someone very different from what he had expected.  It was a woman, young and singularly beautiful.  She was of the German type, blonde and fair-haired, with the piquant contrast of a pair of beautiful dark eyes with which she surveyed the stranger with surprise and a pleasing embarrassment which brought a wave of colour over her pale face.  Framed in the bright light of the open doorway, it seemed to McMurdo that he had never seen a more beautiful picture; the more attractive for its contrast with the sordid and gloomy surroundings.  A lovely violet growing upon one of those black slag-heaps of the mines would not have seemed more surprising.  So entranced was he that he stood staring without a word, and it was she who broke the silence.

“I thought it was father,” said she with a pleasing little touch of a German accent.  “Did you come to see him?  He is down town.  I expect him back every minute.”

McMurdo continued to gaze at her in open admiration until her eyes dropped in confusion before this masterful visitor.

“No, miss,” he said at last, “I’m in no hurry to see him.  But your house was recommended to me for board.  I thought it might suit me—­and now I know it will.”

“You are quick to make up your mind,” said she with a smile.

“Anyone but a blind man could do as much,” the other answered.

She laughed at the compliment.  “Come right in, sir,” she said.  “I’m Miss Ettie Shafter, Mr. Shafter’s daughter.  My mother’s dead, and I run the house.  You can sit down by the stove in the front room until father comes along—­Ah, here he is!  So you can fix things with him right away.”

A heavy, elderly man came plodding up the path.  In a few words McMurdo explained his business.  A man of the name of Murphy had given him the address in Chicago.  He in turn had had it from someone else.  Old Shafter was quite ready.  The stranger made no bones about terms, agreed at once to every condition, and was apparently fairly flush of money.  For seven dollars a week paid in advance he was to have board and lodging.

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