The Valley of Fear (Sherlock Holmes 7)

There was a small room there, lined with barrels. McGinty carefullyclosed the door, and then seated himself on one of them, bitingthoughtfully on his cigar and surveying his companion with thosedisquieting eyes. For a couple of minutes he sat in complete silence.McMurdo bore the inspection cheerfully, one hand in his coat pocket,the other twisting his brown moustache. Suddenly McGinty stooped andproduced a wicked-looking revolver.

"See here, my joker," said he, "if I thought you were playing any gameon us, it would be short work for you."

"This is a strange welcome," McMurdo answered with some dignity, "forthe Bodymaster of a lodge of Freemen to give to a stranger brother."

"Ay, but it's just that same that you have to prove," said McGinty,"and God help you if you fail! Where were you made?"

"Lodge 29, Chicago."

"When?"

"June 24, 1872."

"What Bodymaster?"

"James H. Scott."

"Who is your district ruler?"

"Bartholomew Wilson."

"Hum! You seem glib enough in your tests. What are you doing here?"

"Working, the same as you--but a poorer job."

"You have your back answer quick enough."

"Yes, I was always quick of speech."

"Are you quick of action?"

"I have had that name among those that knew me best."

"Well, we may try you sooner than you think. Have you heard anything ofthe lodge in these parts?"

"I've heard that it takes a man to be a brother."

"True for you, Mr. McMurdo. Why did you leave Chicago?"

"I'm damned if I tell you that!"

McGinty opened his eyes. He was not used to being answered in suchfashion, and it amused him. "Why won't you tell me?"

"Because no brother may tell another a lie."

"Then the truth is too bad to tell?"

"You can put it that way if you like."

"See here, mister, you can't expect me, as Bodymaster, to pass into thelodge a man for whose past he can't answer."

McMurdo looked puzzled. Then he took a worn newspaper cutting from aninner pocket.

"You wouldn't squeal on a fellow?" said he.

"I'll wipe my hand across your face if you say such words to me!" criedMcGinty hotly.

"You are right, Councillor," said McMurdo meekly. "I should apologize.I spoke without thought. Well, I know that I am safe in your hands.Look at that clipping."