Tearing away from Paradise Road, Jordan Morse drove madly up the hill. No one had seen him come; no one had seen him go. He must get in touch with Molly immediately. In his nervous state he had to confide in some one.
Molly had settled Mrs. King in an easy chair and was on the lawn, pacing restlessly to and fro, when Jordan swiftly drove his machine through the gate and up to the veranda. Catching one hasty glimpse of his haggard face, the woman knew something extraordinary had happened.
"I've put my foot in it, all right," he ejaculated, jumping to the soft grass. "My God! I don't know what I have done!"
Molly's face blanched.
"Tell me quickly," she implored.
Jordan repeated his conversation with Maudlin Bates, stating how his plans had suddenly matured on hearing the wood gatherer denounce King and Grandoken.
Then he proceeded a little more calmly.
"It seems I hadn't been at the side door of Grandoken's shack a minute before Theodore drove up."
Molly's hands came together.
"Theodore?" she repeated breathlessly.
"Yes, and the Bates man was with Grandoken. I heard loud talking, stole into the little hall, and found the back part of the house empty. Jinnie wasn't there; at least I didn't see her. Bates had already inveigled Mrs. Grandoken away. I opened the door into the cobbler's shop just as Theo was striking Bates in the face. I waited a minute, and as Theo struck out again, I fired----"
"Fired!" gasped Molly.
"Yes, at Grandoken. I wanted to kill him----"
"But Theo--you might have hit Theodore, Jordan."
"But I didn't, I tell you! I'm sure I didn't. If I hit any one, 'twas Bates or the cobbler.... Get back near the veranda for fear Theodore 'phones."
No sooner had the words left his lips than a bell sounded from the house. Molly ran up the steps. As she took down the receiver, she dropped it, but picked it up again.
"Halloa," she called faintly.
"Is this Theodore King's home?" shouted a voice.
"Yes."
"Mr. King's had an accident. He's in the hospital. Break the news carefully to his mother, please."
Dazedly, Molly slipped the receiver back to its hook. She stumbled to the porch and down the steps, her face ashen with anguish.
"You shot Theo, Jordan," she cried hysterically.
"Shut your head," growled Morse, glancing furtively about. "Don't talk so loud.... Now then, listen! There'll be hell to pay for this. But Bates won't peach, and I'm sure I clipped the cobbler's wings. Keep quiet till you hear from me."
He sprang again into the machine and was gone before the woman could gather her wits together.