And Link sailed in: "Mrs. Shafton, I got a message from your son, a very private message.
He said, would you please send your maid out of the room first before I
told you?"
She seemed annoyed and hesitant at this, but finally complied: "Now, Mrs. Shafton, you don't need to get worried at what I'm tellin'
you. Your son ain't dead, nor nothing like that you know, but he's just
met with a little accident. No, now, wait a minute till I tell you. You
don't need to get excited ner nothing. If you just keep calm an' do as
I tell you it'll all come out right in the end--"
He could tell by her voice that she was much excited and that so far
his scheme was working well. If he could only pull the rest off! He
winked one eye jauntily at Shorty who was standing wide-mouthed,
bulging-eyed listening, and went on: "No, he didn't have no collision, ma'am, he just got kidnapped you see.
And not wanting to get found out, natchelly the kidnappers give him a
little dope to keep his mouth shut fer a while. What's that? Who'm I?
Well, now, Mrs. Shafton, that's tellin,' ain't it? I wouldn't want to
go so far as that 'thout I was sure of your cooperation. What's that?
You'll reward me? Oh, thanks, that's what I was figgering about. You
see I'm in rather of a hole myself. That's what. You see, much against
my will I was one of the kidnappers myself ma'am. Yes ma'am, much
against my will! You see I'm a farmer's son myself, good an' honest and
respectable. Never had nothin' to do with such doin's in my life, my
word of honor, lady. But I come to town just to look around an' have a
bit of fun an' I got in with a bad lot, an' they pract'cally
compelled me to assist 'em in this here kidnappin.' Oh, I didn't
do nothin', jest helped to carry him--Oh, ma'am, it ain't that bad.
He's still livin' an' he'll be awwright if you just he'p me to get him
away 'thout their knowin'. Yes ma'am. I'm honest. I'm offerin' to help
you. You see, when I see him layin' there on the bed--Oh, yes, he's on
a bed, I ain't sayin' how comfortable it is, but it's a bed, an' he
ain't sufferin' now,--but of course if they don't get what they want
they may put him to the torture jest to get more outta you all--No,
ma'am don't scream that way ur I'll have to hang up. This is on the
q.t. you know. What? You don't understand? Why, I was sayin' you
mustn't let a soul know what's happened. Not a soul. If it
should get out an' his kidnappers should find it out they'd kill him
easy as a fly an' no mistake. You gotta go slow on this. Yes, lady,
they're desperate characters, I'm sayin' it! an' the sooner you
get your son outta their han's the better fer his future, lady, fer
even if he should escape after they'd been found out they'd probably
lame him fer life or put out his eyes or some little old thing like
that, so you see, lady, you gotta talk low an' take care you don't let
on to no one. If you should turn yella it ud be all up with little
Laurie an' no mistake, so keep yer mouth shet an' do as I tell ye, and
I'll help ye out. Yes, as I was sayin' when I seen little Laurie layin'
there so still an' white, my conscience--There, there, lady, don't you
take on--as I was sayin' my conscience troubled me, an' I says, I'm
agonta get this fella free! So I figgered out a way. You see lady,
there's two of us, me'n another feller set to watch 'im, an' feed him
dope if he tries to wake up, an' when I get feelin' worried about it I
says to the other fella I was agonta tell his folks, an' he says he'll
shoot me, but I keeps on tellin' him how sinful 'twas to make a poor
mother suffer--I gotta mother myself ma'am! Yes ma'am a good old
mother, an' she taught me to be honest, so I says to thother fella, I
says what'll you take an' git out, an' he says ten thousand dollars,
an' I says, awwright, I'll get it fer ya, an' so now lady, 'f I was you
I'd pay it right down quick 'fore he changes his mind. Cause the other
fellas they was goin' to ast a million, an' kill 'im if you didn't fall
fer it right to oncet. No ma'am I don't want nothin' fer myself. I just
want to go back to the old farm with a clean conscience. What? Oh, yes,
I want the money right away, that is before mornin'. If we can't get
him out before mornin' it ain't no use, fer the other fellas is comin'
back an' move him an' we can't do nothin'? What? Where is he? I
couldn't' really say, lady, it wouldn't be allowed, an' my mate he's
outside the telephone booth with a loaded revolver holdin' it up to my
head, and he's listenin' an' ef I give anythin' away he'd shoot me on
the spot. So where would your nice lookin' son be then? Mrs. Shafton
hadn't you better--? That's right lady, I knew you'd thank me, an' yes,
now I'll tell you what to do. First place, how much money ya got in the
house? No, that's not 'nough. That wouldn't do a mite of good, it
wouldn't be a drop in the bucket. Ain't ya got any bonds, ur jewels or
papers? Yes, that's the talk! Now yer shoutin'--Yes, lady, that would
do. No,--not that. You gotta have something that he can't get caught
with. I know you're loosin' a lot lady, but you got lots left, and
what's money an' jewels compared to your only son, ma'am? Why, think
how he used to look when he wore little white dresses an' used to come
to have his head kissed when he fell down! Wasn't he sweet, lady, and
he had a pair of little blue shoes didn't he? I thought so. Say, lady,
you'r the right sort! I knowed you must be to be a mother of such a
handsome son. Now, lady, could you hustle those things together you
spoke of an' any more you may happen to come on, and just put 'em in a
little box or basket, and tie a string on 'em an' let 'em down outta
yer winda? It's all I'll ask. Let 'em down outta yer winda. Then you
turn out the lights and turn 'em on again three times real quick, out
an' in, an' that'll be the signal. An' after ten minutes you look out
yer front winda an' off as fur as ye can see an' I'll flash a signal
light to ya jest to let ya know it's all right. An' I'll promise you on
my word of honor that you'll hear your own son's voice over the
telephone good an' early tomorrow mornin' an' no mistake. But lady, ye
mustn't turn yella an' holler ner nothin or we'll fling yer jewels an'
paper back in yer yard an' let yer son die. We ain't goin' to run no
chances ye know. You ain't got no dogs, have ye? And which side is yer
room on? The front? Yes, an' which is the easiest way to get to the
house without comin' near the servants' quarters? To the right? Yes, I
see. An' you'll play straight? All right lady. Your son's as good as
home now. I'll give you just one hour by the clock to get yer stuff
together, but mind ya, if ya weaken an' try to put the p'lice onto me,
I got a way to signal my pal, an' he'll have that boy o' yours shot
within five minutes after you call fer help? Understand? Oh, yes, I
know lady, you wouldn't do no such a thing, but my pal he made me say
that. He's a desperate man lady, an' there ain't no use toyin' with
him. All right. One hour. It's just quarter to 'leven. Good-bye!"