THE TRAPPING OF BIRDY
AS MCMURDO had said, the house in which he
lived was a lonely one and very well suited for such a crime as they had planned. It was
on the extreme fringe of the town and stood well back from the road. In any other case the
conspirators would have simply called out their man, as they had many a time before, and
emptied their pistols into his body; but in this instance it was very necessary to find
out how much he knew, how he knew it, and what had been passed on to his employers.
It was possible that they were already too late and that the
work had been done. If that was indeed so, they could at least have their revenge upon the
man who had done it. But they were hopeful that nothing of great importance had yet come
to the detectives knowledge, as otherwise, they argued, he would not have troubled
to write down and forward such trivial information as McMurdo claimed to have given him.
However, all this they would learn from his own lips. Once in their power, they would find
a way to make him speak. It was not the first time that they had handled an unwilling
McMurdo went to Hobsons Patch as agreed. The police
seemed to take particular interest in him that morning, and Captain Marvinhe who had
claimed the old acquaintance with him at Chicagoactually addressed him as he waited
at the station. McMurdo turned away and refused to speak with him. He was back from his
mission in the afternoon, and saw McGinty at the Union House.
He is coming, he said.
said McGinty. The giant was in his shirt sleeves, with chains and seals gleaming athwart
his ample waistcoat and a diamond twinkling through the fringe of his bristling beard.
Drink and politics had made the Boss a very rich as well as powerful man. The more
terrible, therefore, seemed that glimpse of the prison or the gallows which had risen
before him the night before.
Do you reckon he knows much? he asked anxiously.
McMurdo shook his head gloomily. Hes been here
some timesix weeks at the least. I guess he didnt come into these parts to
look at the prospect. If he has been working among us all that time with the railroad
money at his back, I should expect that he has got results, and that he has passed them
Theres not a weak man in the lodge, cried
McGinty. True as steel, every man of them. And yet, by the Lord! there is that skunk
Morris. What about him? If any man gives us away, it would be he. Ive a mind to send
a couple of the boys round before evening to give him a beating up and see what they can
get from him.
Well, there would be no harm in that, McMurdo
answered. I wont deny that I have a liking for Morris and would be sorry to
see him come to harm. He has spoken to me once or twice over lodge matters, and though he
may not see them the same as you or I, he never seemed the sort that squeals. But still it
is not for me to stand between him and you.
Ill fix the old devil! said McGinty with an
oath. Ive had my eye on him this year past.
Well, you know best about that, McMurdo answered.
But whatever you do must be to-morrow; for we must lie low until the Pinkerton
affair is settled up. We cant afford to set the police buzzing, to-day of all
True for you, said McGinty. And well
learn from Birdy Edwards himself where he got his news if we have to cut his heart out
first. Did he seem to scent a trap?
McMurdo laughed. I guess I took him on his weak
point, he said. If he could get on a good trail of the Scowrers, hes
ready to follow it into hell. I took his money, McMurdo grinned as he produced a wad
of dollar notes, and as much more when he has seen all my papers.
Well, there are no papers. But I filled him up about
constitutions and books of rules and forms of membership. He expects to get right down to
the end of everything before he leaves.
Faith, hes right there, said McGinty grimly.
Didnt he ask you why you didnt bring him the papers?
As if I would carry such things, and me a suspected man,
and Captain Marvin after speaking to me this very day at the depot!
Ay, I heard of that, said McGinty. I guess
the heavy end of this business is coming on to you. We could put him down an old shaft
when weve done with him; but however we work it we cant get past the man
living at Hobsons Patch and you being there to-day.
McMurdo shrugged his shoulders. If we handle it right,
they can never prove the killing, said he. No one can see him come to the
house after dark, and Ill lay to it that no one will see him go. Now see here,
Councillor, Ill show you my plan and Ill ask you to fit the others into it.
You will all come in good time. Very well. 
He comes at ten. He is to tap three times, and me to open the door for him.
Then Ill get behind him and shut it. Hes our man then.
Thats all easy and plain.
Yes; but the next step wants considering. Hes a
hard proposition. Hes heavily armed. Ive fooled him proper, and yet he is
likely to be on his guard. Suppose I show him right into a room with seven men in it where
he expected to find me alone. There is going to be shooting, and somebody is going to be
And the noise is going to bring every damned copper in
the township on top of it.
I guess you are right.
This is how I should work it. You will all be in the big
roomsame as you saw when you had a chat with me. Ill open the door for him,
show him into the parlour beside the door, and leave him there while I get the papers.
That will give me the chance of telling you how things are shaping. Then I will go back to
him with some faked papers. As he is reading them I will jump for him and get my grip on
his pistol arm. Youll hear me call and in you will rush. The quicker the better; for
he is as strong a man as I, and I may have more than I can manage. But I allow that I can
hold him till you come.
Its a good plan, said McGinty. The
lodge will owe you a debt for this. I guess when I move out of the chair I can put a name
to the man thats coming after me.
Sure, Councillor, I am little more than a recruit,
said McMurdo; but his face showed what he thought of the great mans compliment.
When he had returned home he made his own preparations for the
grim evening in front of him. First he cleaned, oiled, and loaded his Smith & Wesson
revolver. Then he surveyed the room in which the detective was to be trapped. It was a
large apartment, with a long deal table in the centre, and the big stove at one side. At
each of the other sides were windows. There were no shutters on these: only light curtains
which drew across. McMurdo examined these attentively. No doubt it must have struck him
that the apartment was very exposed for so secret a meeting. Yet its distance from the
road made it of less consequence. Finally he discussed the matter with his fellow lodger.
Scanlan, though a Scowrer, was an inoffensive little man who was too weak to stand against
the opinion of his comrades, but was secretly horrified by the deeds of blood at which he
had sometimes been forced to assist. McMurdo told him shortly what was intended.
And if I were you, Mike Scanlan, I would take a night
off and keep clear of it. There will be bloody work here before morning.
Well, indeed then, Mac, Scanlan answered.
Its not the will but the nerve that is wanting in me. When I saw Manager Dunn
go down at the colliery yonder it was just more than I could stand. Im not made for
it, same as you or McGinty. If the lodge will think none the worse of me, Ill just
do as you advise and leave you to yourselves for the evening.
The men came in good time as arranged. They were outwardly
respectable citizens, well clad and cleanly; but a judge of faces would have read little
hope for Birdy Edwards in those hard mouths and remorseless eyes. There was not a man in
the room whose hands had not been reddened a dozen times before. They were as hardened to
human murder as a butcher to sheep.
Foremost, of course, both in appearance and in guilt, was the
formidable Boss.  Harraway,
the secretary, was a lean, bitter man with a long, scraggy neck and nervous, jerky limbs,
a man of incorruptible fidelity where the finances of the order were concerned, and with
no notion of justice or honesty to anyone beyond. The treasurer, Carter, was a middle-aged
man, with an impassive, rather sulky expression, and a yellow parchment skin. He was a
capable organizer, and the actual details of nearly every outrage had sprung from his
plotting brain. The two Willabys were men of action, tall, lithe young fellows with
determined faces, while their companion, Tiger Cormac, a heavy, dark youth, was feared
even by his own comrades for the ferocity of his disposition. These were the men who
assembled that night under the roof of McMurdo for the killing of the Pinkerton detective.
Their host had placed whisky upon the table, and they had
hastened to prime themselves for the work before them. Baldwin and Cormac were already
half-drunk, and the liquor had brought out all their ferocity. Cormac placed his hands on
the stove for an instantit had been lighted, for the nights were still cold.
That will do, said he, with an oath.
Ay, said Baldwin, catching his meaning. If
he is strapped to that, we will have the truth out of him.
Well have the truth out of him, never fear,
said McMurdo. He had nerves of steel, this man; for though the whole weight of the affair
was on him his manner was as cool and unconcerned as ever. The others marked it and
You are the one to handle him, said the Boss
approvingly. Not a warning will he get till your hand is on his throat. Its a
pity there are no shutters to your windows.
McMurdo went from one to the other and drew the curtains
tighter. Sure no one can spy upon us now. Its close upon the hour.
Maybe he wont come. Maybe hell get a sniff
of danger, said the secretary.
Hell come, never fear, McMurdo answered.
He is as eager to come as you can be to see him. Hark to that!
They all sat like wax figures, some with their glasses
arrested halfway to their lips. Three loud knocks had sounded at the door.
Hush! McMurdo raised his hand in caution. An
exulting glance went round the circle, and hands were laid upon hidden weapons.
Not a sound, for your lives! McMurdo whispered, as
he went from the room, closing the door carefully behind him.
With strained ears the murderers waited. They counted the
steps of their comrade down the passage. Then they heard him open the outer door. There
were a few words as of greeting. Then they were aware of a strange step inside and of an
unfamiliar voice. An instant later came the slam of the door and the turning of the key in
the lock. Their prey was safe within the trap. Tiger Cormac laughed horribly, and Boss
McGinty clapped his great hand across his mouth.
Be quiet, you fool! he whispered.
Youll be the undoing of us yet!
There was a mutter of conversation from the next room. It
seemed interminable. Then the door opened, and McMurdo appeared, his finger upon his lip.
He came to the end of the table and looked round at them. A
subtle change had come over him. His manner was as of one who has great work to do. His
face had set into granite firmness. His eyes shone with a fierce excitement behind his
spectacles. He had become a visible leader of men. They stared at him with eager interest;
but he said nothing. Still with the same singular gaze he looked from man to man.
cried Boss McGinty at last. Is he here? Is Birdy Edwards here?
Yes, McMurdo answered slowly. Birdy Edwards
is here. I am Birdy Edwards!
There were ten seconds after that brief speech during which
the room might have been empty, so profound was the silence. The hissing of a kettle upon
the stove rose sharp and strident to the ear. Seven white faces, all turned upward to this
man who dominated them, were set motionless with utter terror. Then, with a sudden
shivering of glass, a bristle of glistening rifle barrels broke through each window, while
the curtains were torn from their hangings.
At the sight Boss McGinty gave the roar of a wounded bear and
plunged for the half-opened door. A levelled revolver met him there with the stern blue
eyes of Captain Marvin of the Mine Police gleaming behind the sights. The Boss recoiled
and fell back into his chair.
Youre safer there, Councillor, said the man
whom they had known as McMurdo. And you, Baldwin, if you dont take your hand
off your pistol, youll cheat the hangman yet. Pull it out, or by the Lord that made
me There, that will do. There are forty armed men round this house, and you
can figure it out for yourself what chance you have. Take their pistols, Marvin!
There was no possible resistance under the menace of those
rifles. The men were disarmed. Sulky, sheepish, and amazed, they still sat round the
Id like to say a word to you before we
separate, said the man who had trapped them. I guess we may not meet again
until you see me on the stand in the courthouse. Ill give you something to think
over between now and then. You know me now for what I am. At last I can put my cards on
the table. I am Birdy Edwards of Pinkertons. I was chosen to break up your gang. I
had a hard and dangerous game to play. Not a soul, not one soul, not my nearest and
dearest, knew that I was playing it. Only Captain Marvin here and my employers knew that.
But its over to-night, thank God, and I am the winner!
The seven pale, rigid faces looked up at him. There was
unappeasable hatred in their eyes. He read the relentless threat.
Maybe you think that the game is not over yet. Well, I
take my chance of that. Anyhow, some of you will take no further hand, and there are sixty
more besides yourselves that will see a jail this night. Ill tell you this, that
when I was put upon this job I never believed there was such a society as yours. I thought
it was paper talk, and that I would prove it so. They told me it was to do with the
Freemen; so I went to Chicago and was made one. Then I was surer than ever that it was
just paper talk; for I found no harm in the society, but a deal of good.
Still, I had to carry out my job, and I came to the coal
valleys. When I reached this place I learned that I was wrong and that it wasnt a
dime novel after all. So I stayed to look after it. I never killed a man in Chicago. I
never minted a dollar in my life. Those I gave you were as good as any others; but I never
spent money better. But I knew the way into your good wishes, and so I pretended to you
that the law was after me. It all worked just as I thought.
So I joined your infernal lodge, and I took my share in
your councils. Maybe they will say that I was as bad as you. They can say what they like,
so long as I get you. But what is the truth? The night I joined you beat up old man
Stanger. I could not warn him, for there was no time; but I held your hand, Baldwin, when
you would have killed him. If ever I have suggested things, so as to keep my place among
you, they were things which I knew I could prevent. I could not save Dunn  and Menzies, for I did not know
enough; but I will see that their murderers are hanged. I gave Chester Wilcox warning, so
that when I blew his house in he and his folk were in hiding. There was many a crime that
I could not stop; but if you look back and think how often your man came home the other
road, or was down in town when you went for him, or stayed indoors when you thought he
would come out, youll see my work.
You blasted traitor! hissed McGinty through his
Ay, John McGinty, you may call me that if it eases your
smart. You and your like have been the enemy of God and man in these parts. It took a man
to get between you and the poor devils of men and women that you held under your grip.
There was just one way of doing it, and I did it. You call me a traitor; but I guess
theres many a thousand will call me a deliverer that went down into hell to save
them. Ive had three months of it. I wouldnt have three such months again if
they let me loose in the treasury at Washington for it. I had to stay till I had it all,
every man and every secret right here in this hand. Id have waited a little longer
if it hadnt come to my knowledge that my secret was coming out. A letter had come
into the town that would have set you wise to it all. Then I had to act and act quickly.
Ive nothing more to say to you, except that when
my time comes Ill die the easier when I think of the work I have done in this
valley. Now, Marvin, Ill keep you no more. Take them in and get it over.
There is little more to tell. Scanlan had been given a sealed
note to be left at the address of Miss Ettie Shafter, a mission which he had accepted with
a wink and a knowing smile. In the early hours of the morning a beautiful woman and a much
muffled man boarded a special train which had been sent by the railroad company, and made
a swift, unbroken journey out of the land of danger. It was the last time that ever either
Ettie or her lover set foot in the Valley of Fear. Ten days later they were married in
Chicago, with old Jacob Shafter as witness of the wedding.
The trial of the Scowrers was held far from the place where
their adherents might have terrified the guardians of the law. In vain they struggled. In
vain the money of the lodgemoney squeezed by blackmail out of the whole
countrysidewas spent like water in the attempt to save them. That cold, clear,
unimpassioned statement from one who knew every detail of their lives, their organization,
and their crimes was unshaken by all the wiles of their defenders. At last after so many
years they were broken and scattered. The cloud was lifted forever from the valley.
McGinty met his fate upon the scaffold, cringing and whining
when the last hour came. Eight of his chief followers shared his fate. Fifty-odd had
various degrees of imprisonment. The work of Birdy Edwards was complete.
And yet, as he had guessed, the game was not over yet. There
was another hand to be played, and yet another and another. Ted Baldwin, for one, had
escaped the scaffold; so had the Willabys; so had several others of the fiercest spirits
of the gang. For ten years they were out of the world, and then came a day when they were
free once morea day which Edwards, who knew his men, was very sure would be an end
of his life of peace. They had sworn an oath on all that they thought holy to have his
blood as a vengeance for their comrades. And well they strove to keep their vow!
From Chicago he was chased, after two attempts so near success
that it was sure  that
the third would get him. From Chicago he went under a changed name to California, and it
was there that the light went for a time out of his life when Ettie Edwards died. Once
again he was nearly killed, and once again under the name of Douglas he worked in a lonely
caņon, where with an English partner named Barker he amassed a fortune. At last there
came a warning to him that the bloodhounds were on his track once more, and he
clearedonly just in timefor England. And thence came the John Douglas who for
a second time married a worthy mate, and lived for five years as a Sussex county
gentleman, a life which ended with the strange happenings of which we have heard.
THE POLICE trial had passed, in which the case of John Douglas was
referred to a higher court. So had the Quarter Sessions, at which he was acquitted as
having acted in self-defense.
Get him out of England at any cost, wrote Holmes
to the wife. There are forces here which may be more dangerous than those he has
escaped. There is no safety for your husband in England.
Two months had gone by, and the case had to some extent passed
from our minds. Then one morning there came an enigmatic note slipped into our letterbox.
Dear me, Mr. Holmes. Dear me! said this singular epistle. There was neither
superscription nor signature. I laughed at the quaint message; but Holmes showed unwonted
Deviltry, Watson! he remarked, and sat long with a
Late last night Mrs. Hudson, our landlady, brought up a
message that a gentleman wished to see Holmes, and that the matter was of the utmost
importance. Close at the heels of his messenger came Cecil Barker, our friend of the
moated Manor House. His face was drawn and haggard.
Ive had bad newsterrible news, Mr.
Holmes, said he.
I feared as much, said Holmes.
You have not had a cable, have you?
I have had a note from someone who has.
Its poor Douglas. They tell me his name is
Edwards; but he will always be Jack Douglas of Benito Caņon to me. I told you that they
started together for South Africa in the Palmyra three weeks ago.
The ship reached Cape Town last night. I received this
cable from Mrs. Douglas this morning:
- Jack has been lost overboard in gale off St. Helena. No one
knows how accident occurred.
Ha! It came like that, did it? said Holmes
thoughtfully. Well, Ive no doubt it was well stage-managed.
You mean that you think there was no accident?
None in the world.
He was murdered?
I think also. These infernal Scowrers, this cursed vindictive nest of criminals
No, no, my good sir, said Holmes. There is a
master hand here. It is no case of sawed-off shotguns and clumsy six-shooters. You can
tell an old master by the sweep of his brush. I can tell a Moriarty when I see one. This
crime is from London, not from America.
But for what motive?
Because it is done by a man who cannot afford to fail,
one whose whole unique position depends upon the fact that all he does must succeed. A
great brain and a huge organization have been turned to the extinction of one man. It is
crushing the nut with the triphammeran absurd extravagance of energy but the
nut is very effectually crushed all the same.
How came this man to have anything to do with it?
I can only say that the first word that ever came to us
of the business was from one of his lieutenants. These Americans were well advised. Having
an English job to do, they took into partnership, as any foreign criminal could do, this
great consultant in crime. From that moment their man was doomed. At first he would
content himself by using his machinery in order to find their victim. Then he would
indicate how the matter might be treated. Finally, when he read in the reports of the
failure of this agent, he would step in himself with a master touch. You heard me warn
this man at Birlstone Manor House that the coming danger was greater than the past. Was I
Barker beat his head with his clenched fist in his impotent
anger. Do not tell me that we have to sit down under this? Do you say that no one
can ever get level with this king devil?
No, I dont say that, said Holmes, and his
eyes seemed to be looking far into the future. I dont say that he cant
be beat. But you must give me time you must give me time!
We all sat in silence for some minutes while those fateful
eyes still strained to pierce the veil.