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Chapters (40)
  1. Cover Page
  2. Title Page
  3. Dedication
  4. HISTORICAL NOTE
  5. Part One
  6. CHAPTER 1
  7. CHAPTER 2
  8. CHAPTER 3
  9. CHAPTER 4
  10. CHAPTER 5
  11. CHAPTER 6
  12. CHAPTER 7
  13. CHAPTER 8
  14. CHAPTER 9
  15. CHAPTER 10
  16. CHAPTER 11
  17. CHAPTER 12
  18. Part Two
  19. CHAPTER 13
  20. CHAPTER 14
  21. CHAPTER 15
  22. CHAPTER 16
  23. CHAPTER 17
  24. CHAPTER 18
  25. CHAPTER 19
  26. CHAPTER 20
  27. CHAPTER 21
  28. CHAPTER 22
  29. CHAPTER 23
  30. Part Three
  31. CHAPTER 24
  32. CHAPTER 25
  33. CHAPTER 26
  34. CHAPTER 27
  35. CHAPTER 28
  36. CHAPTER 29
  37. CHAPTER 30
  38. CHAPTER 31
  39. CHAPTER 32
  40. EPILOGUE

Though I was, at that instant, entirely unconscious of my facial expression, it must have been of a most remarkable character to have brought the frontiers-man’s soliloquy to such an abrupt halt. But however singular my aspect, it could only have been a faint representation of the exceedingly agitated sensations that were swirling within my bosom.

“What the devils the matter, Cricket?” repeated the frontiersman.

“Of course!” I exclaimed, staring down at the sheet of paper in my lap. “It is not one word but two!”

Rising swiftly from his place, Crocked: stepped behind my chair and peered over my shoulder, “Slow down, Cricket,” he said. “You’re movin’ a mite fast for me.”

“The letters above Mrs. Macready’s bed! I have been proceeding under the assumption that they formed a single word. But let us suppose that there were, in fact, two. In view of the intensely feverish circumstances under which he was undoubtedly operating, the author of the cryptic message—who, as I continue to believe, was the perpetrator of the deed and not the unfortunate victim—may easily have omitted the space between them, thus running the words together”

“I still ain’t altogether followin’ you, Cricket”

“Look!” I exclaimed. Taking my pencil, I quickly filled in the four blank spaces with the characters “W,” “X,” “P” and “T,” thus producing the following lexical formation:

NEW EXPORT

“Why, what in tarnation does it signify, Cricket? I can’t cipher it nohow.”

“New Export!”

“You mean like that building I seed this morning—the whaddayacallit?”

“Precisely! The New Export-Import Mercantile Association Building. Indeed, it was your allusion to it a moment ago that gave rise to my deduction.”

“But what in blue blazes does that buildin’ have t’do with poor ol’ Mrs. Macready?” inquired the frontiersman in a tone of deep perplexity.

“Indeed, Colonel Crocked,” I replied as the frontiersman walked back to the elbow chair and reseated himself upon it. “That—to quote the immortal Bard of Avon—is the question. As for the answer—while I am at a loss to propound a definitive reply, I can, at the very least, offer an educated surmise”

“Go ahead, Cricket. I am all ears.”