MYSTERY & CRIME COLLECTION. Hay James

MYSTERY & CRIME COLLECTION - Hay James


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whitely in their sockets at the mention of arrest.

      “‘Deed, boss, you ain’ gwine to have no cause to ‘res’ me, no cause whatsomever. You knows how ‘tis, boss. Us coloured folks, we got a gif, jes’ a natchel gif’, foh nappin’ an’ sleepin’. Boss, dar ain’ no nigger in dis town whut would have kep’ wide awake—wide—all dat Monday night nor any yuther night.”

      "Very well. Think now. Try to remember. Were you asleep at all before midnight?"

      "Naw, suh, boss. Naw, suh!"

      "Not at all?"

      Roddy began to wilt again.

      "Well, it might uv been dis way, boss, possibilly. 'Long 'bout 'leven I kinder remembuhs jes' a sort uv nap, mo' like a slip, boss." He coughed and spoke desperately: "You see, boss, when it gits a little quiet at night, seems to me, why, right den, ev'y nigger I knows is got a hinge in his neck. 'Pears like he jes' gotter let his haid drap furward. Dar ain' no use talkin', boss, dat hinge wuks ovuhtime. I 'spec' mine done it, too, jes' like you say, 'long 'bout 'leven. Yas, suh, I reckon dat's right."

      "How about the time between midnight and two in the morning? Was the hinge working then?"

      “Aw, boss,” replied Roddy with something like reproach, “you knows ‘tain’ no queshun uv a hinge arftuh midnight. Arftuh midnight, boss, de screws drap right outen’ de hinge, an’ dar ain’ no mo’ hinge. You jes’ natchelly keeps your haid down an’ don’ lif’ it no mo’. Naw, suh, dar ain’ no hinge to he’p you dat late, onless—onless somebody hit you or stab you.”

      Braceway became stern. His eyes snapped.

      "Didn't you carry Mr. Morley's grips up to his room for him that night, room number four hundred and twenty-one?"

      "Yas, suh."

      "What time was that?"

      "Dat wuz jes' five minutes arftuh two, boss."

      "Had you been asleep during the two hours before that?"

      "I hates to say it, boss, but I wuz, almos' completely."

      "Then, how did you wake yourself up thoroughly enough to know that it was exactly five minutes past two?"

      "Lemme see, suh. Possibilly, 'twuz bekase uv whut I seen 'long about ha'fpas' one—possibilly, boss."

      "So you hadn't been asleep for two hours?"

      "Almos', suh. It wuz dis way: you see, boss, de bellboys' bench is right unduh de big clock in de lobby, off to de right uv de desk. I happen' dat night to let my haid slide ovuh 'g'in de glass case uv de clock, an when it stahted out to hit de ha'fpas' bell, it rattled an' whizzed, an' it jarred me. Golly, boss! I woke up an', when I seed how it wuz rainin' outside, I thought lightnin' had hit me. It skeered me—an' dat is one good way to wake up a nigger at night—skeer 'im, an' you don' have to stab him. I sorter hollered.

      "I got up an' went to de main entrance, jes' to make de night clerk think I wuz on de job in case he woke up. I looked down de street tow'rd de post-office, an' I seed a man goin' in dar.

      "'Bless de Lawd!' I says to myse'f. 'White people ain' got much to do—goin' to de post-office dis time uv night.' An' I went on back to de bellboys' bench and stahted in niggerin' it once mo'e."

      "Niggering it?"

      "Yas, boss; you know, dat means quick sleepin'. 'Peared to me I ain' no mo'e got my eyes shut when I wakes up ag'in, an' right dar in de lobby is dat same man what I seed gwine to de post-office."

      "What waked you up?"

      "I don' know, boss. I can' no mo'e figger dat out den I kin fly. Dat wuz de fust time in my life dat I done wake up at night when onmolested."

      "How did you know the man you saw in the lobby was the one you had seen going into the post-office?"

      "Dey wuz de same, boss; dat's all. Had de same buil', same long raincoat on, an' same thick beard. He had done pass' me by an' wuz on his way up de stairs 'stead uv waitin' foh me to run de elevatuh. I wouldn' nevuh seed his beard dat time, but he turn' 'roun' when he wuz nigh to de top uv de stairs an' look back at me. Den I seed foh a fac' dat he wuz de same as de yuther man I jes' done seed."

      Braceway gave no sign of how highly he valued the negro's words. Seated by the window, the dollar bill still on his knee, he kept his gaze on Roddy, holding him to his narrative.

      "You want me to believe that, when you saw this man two blocks away at half-past one in the morning, you noticed he wore a beard? Wasn't it too dark?"

      "Naw, suh. Dem post-office lights is pow'ful, boss. I seed de beard all right, an' I seed it once mo'e when he wuz on de stairs."

      "What did he do after he had looked back at you while he was going upstairs?"

      "Nothin', boss. He seed I wuz lookin' at him, an' he jes' went on up an' out uv sight, in a hurry, like."

      "What time was that?"

      "Dat wuz twenty-six minutes uv two."

      "How do you know that? You'd gone back to sleep, hadn't you?"

      "Yas, suh, a little niggerin'. But, when I woke up dat way widout no reason, I kinder jumped. I wuz afeer'd dat clock might be goin' to jar me ag'in, an' I took a look at it. Dat wuz how I seed de time. It wuz twenty-six minutes uv two."

      "What did you do then?"

      "Nothin', boss; jes' went on niggerin' it. Dat is, I went on till de night clerk giv' me a kick on de shins and tole me to take Mistuh Morley's bags up to fo'-twenty-one. I done tole you dat was five minutes arftuh two. Den, when we got up to de room, I says to him: 'I thought you wuz in dis hotel half-hour ago, boss, when you had a beard.'

      "An' right off de bat I wuz sorry I said dat. He look' at me kinder mad an' he said: 'Whut you talkin' 'bout, boy? You mus' be talkin' in yore sleep!'

      “I come on back downstairs. He didn’ have to say no mo’e. I tell you, boss, when a white man tell me I been talkin’ in my sleep, I is been talkin’ in my sleep—dar ain’ no argufyin’ ‘bout it—I is been doin’ dat ve’y thing.”

      "But you thought Mr. Morley, the man with the grips, was the one you had seen going up the stairs and, also, the one you had seen going into the post-office—and, when you saw him on the stairs and on the street, he wore a beard? Is that it?"

      "I ain' thought nothin' 'bout it, boss. I knowed it."

      "What did you think about his shaving off the beard at that time in the morning?" Braceway urged, fingering the dollar bill. "Didn't you think it was queer?"

      "I tryin' to tell you, suh, I ain' done no thinkin' 'bout dat. He done said I wuz talkin' in my sleep, an' I is a prudent nigger."

      "Did he have a gold tooth, Roddy?"

      "Naw, suh," said Roddy, "but he did look rich 'nough to have one. Leastways I ain' seen he had one."

      "Have you seen the man with the beard since?"

      "Naw, suh. I jes' tole you, boss, he done shave it off."

      "And Mr. Morley?"

      "Yas, suh, I done seen him. He's in de hotel now. He's de same man."

      "Did he wear rubber overshoes when he had the beard, and when he didn't have it?"

      "Yas, suh—bofe times."

      "Has he said anything to you since Monday night?"

      "Naw, suh."

      "Did you see anybody else that night—Monday night?"

      "Naw, suh."

      "Do you remember anything else about how the bearded man looked?"

      "Naw, suh, 'cep' he look' jes' like dis Mistuh Morley; dat's all I know, boss."

      Braceway


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