THE BODY ON THE SLAB.
Nobody seemed to be much impressed by Jarvis' declaration of innocence.
The finding of the body in the exact spot indicated by Haskell looked like conclusive proof. Added to this was the doctor's presence beside the grave in the dead of night.
"It's a plain case," said Deever, turning toward Nick. "Will you make the arrest now?"
Dr. Jarvis shuddered as these words were spoken. It was easy to see that he was on the verge of despair.
"Let's not go too fast," said Nick.
"What stronger proof can you possibly desire?" exclaimed Deever.
He seemed to be dazed with surprise at Nick's delay, but Dr. Jarvis plucked up his courage.
"I wish first to examine the body," said Nick.
He bent over the corpse which lay in the bright moonlight. The cause of death was evident at a glance. The head had been beaten and cut in a frightful manner.
"See," said Deever, bending over the body, "these wounds were made with a spade."
"They have that appearance," said Nick.
"Why, it's as plain as the nose on your face," exclaimed Deever, utterly losing patience.
He seized a spade from the ground and applied it to the wounds.
"The first blow, the one which killed him," said Deever, "was struck with the side of the spade on the top of the poor boy's head. It was a terrible blow."
Nick examined the wound. It was plain that no person could live a minute after receiving such a fearful injury.
"The other blows," Deever continued, "were some of them made with the side, and some with the tip of the spade.
"I can see just how it happened. Pat angered Jarvis with the words that Klein heard. Jarvis rushed upon him, knocked him down with the spade, and then beat him like a maniac in his rage."
"And then buried him, eh?" said Nick, in a doubtful voice.
Chick looked inquiringly at his chief. He had never seen Nick conduct a case in that way before.
Instead of taking the lead in the investigation, the great detective seemed to wait for suggestions. After his first glance at the body, he had stood irresolute, as if he could not make up his mind about the value of the evidence.
This conduct of his chief interested Chick deeply.
"Watch Nick Carter," he said to himself, "and you'll always be learning something."
"Of course he didn't bury him then," Deever replied to Nick's question.
"Haskell saw him digging the grave after midnight."
"Where do you suppose your brother's body was in the meantime?" asked Nick.
"Hidden in the garden somewhere."
Nick shook his head.
"There is no place in the garden where it could have been hidden. I have searched the place thoroughly."
"He may have taken it into the hospital; into his laboratory, perhaps."
"That can't be," said Nick. "You remember that Burns met the doctor coming in from the garden. If he had already brought in the body he wouldn't have come out again. On the other hand, the body couldn't have been in the garden, or Burns would have seen it. He looked all around for your brother."
For the first time Deever looked puzzled. He hesitated a long time before he replied. Then he said:
"Jarvis must have thrown Pat's body over the wall. He must have hidden it among the bushes in the direction of the river."
"Yes," Nick rejoined; "that seems probable."
"Well," cried Deever, "will you make the arrest?"
"I think not. The evidence does not seem to warrant it."
Deever threw up his hands in utter amazement.
"Not sufficient!" he exclaimed. "What remains to be proved?"
"I should like some evidence bearing on the question where the body was hidden during the evening, and how it was got back to the garden."
"You don't mean to say that you will wait for that before taking this man into custody?"
"Yes," said Nick, slowly; "I shall wait for that."
"But, meanwhile, how will you guard against his escape?"
"I will take him back to the hospital, where one of my assistants is waiting. I will put him in charge of that officer, who will remain with him until I feel justified in taking him to headquarters."
"Then you practically put him under arrest," said Deever, with evident satisfaction.
"Yes; but it will not be known except to us who are here. I expect your friends to be silent for the present."
"I'll answer for them," said Deever. "I know them all well, except that man--where is that man?"
He looked around for Chick, but that individual had disappeared. He had caught a glance from Nick when the latter had spoken of his assistant at the hospital, and had immediately slipped away under the shadow of the trees.
"That fellow will give it away," cried Deever. "That's what he sneaked for. He'll sell the news to the papers."
"If he does we can't help it," said Nick. "And as for you, I judge that you would not be sorry if he did."
"You are right," said Deever, looking grimly at Dr. Jarvis, "the sooner this murderer is held up before the public the better I'll be pleased."