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CLUE OF THE
DOG CLAW
Judge Steele Story
by Lon Williams
was Vigie hang ropes that had taught probably figured that worrying would neither
murderers and cutthroats respect for law and enlarge nor abbreviate his time upon earth.
order. But judge he was, by thunder, and so Steele growled fiercely, “You got a
long as there were scoundrels to be hung lawyer?”
there’d still be ropes with which to hang A tall, slender, axe-faced gentleman in
‘em. black suit, white vest and dark four-in-hand
He gave his straw-colored mustache a necktie got up. His face was smoothly
couple of quick jerks and nodded at Sheriff shaved, his black hair meticulously brushed.
Jerd Buckalew. “Call court, Sheriff.” He arched his eyebrows and said in a calm,
Buckalew, tall, rawboned and though clear, firm voice, “I am his lawyer,
pokerfaced, pounded with his forty-five. your honor. French Demeree.”
“Court’s now in session; don’t nobody Taste turned sour on Judge Steele’s
get his head busted trying to prove it ain’t.” tongue. Here, in his opinion, was law and
Several deputies hitched up their order’s worst obstacle. “Yeah,” he snarled.
sixshooters and nodded grimly. Ex-vigies “Demeree from Tennessee. Well, Demeree, I
here and there looked on in silent approval, suppose you brought along your bag of
ready as ever to lend a hand, if needed. tricks, as usual?”
Steele glanced at Clerk James Demeree retained his calm demeanor.
Skiffington. “Skiffy, call fust case.” “No, your honor, unless you have reference
A long, loose sheaf of rags and bones to my earnest and consistent desire to see
scarecrowed up., His voice was as loud and justice done. What may appear as tricks to
harsh as that of an angry jackdaw. “People you are to me honorable weapons to be used
versus Oakley, alias Dog-claw, Mullen. in defense of innocence.”
Charge, first degree murder.” His emphasis “Humph! Are you insinuatin’ that sorrel-
on murder had such sharp, bone-chilling top settin’ thar is innocent?”
qualities that Judge Steele himself felt cold. “Insinuating? No, your honor; but I do
Skiffy reminded him of a corpse anyhow, entertain profound sentiments to that effect.”
and his voice seemed always to have a last- “Whar’s our man?” Steele inquired in
judgment quality. disgust.
But Judge Steele tightened his courage A stocky redhead arose and directed his
and glared down at a puncheon bench noble front toward Judge Steele. “Wade
reserved for scoundrels unfortunate enough Claybrook, your honor, prosecuting attorney.
to get caught in their rascalities. There sat an And if I may express an opinion, this trial
overgrown lamebrain with red, shaggy should proceed without more expressions of
hair—whose benign expression suggested fine sentiment from Mr. Demeree; I suggest
that he looked upon his impending end not defendant be required to plead.”
as dreaded and horrifying doom, but as Sarcasm prowled and clamored to be
pleasantly-anticipated deliverance and peace. expressed, but Steele subdued it to harmless
Be-consarned if it wasn’t downright proportions. “Mr. Claybrook, I’m obliged to
infuriating to be cooperated with in such you for your timely and commendable
fashion. suggestion.” He beamed blue-eyed savagery
“Murder, eh!” Steele stormed. “I reckon at Dog-claw Mullen. “All right, you self-
you consider murder something to be proud satisfied son of a polecat, what’s your plea?”
of.” Demeree had remained erect. “Defendant
Defendant Mullen continued pleads not guilty, your honor.”
unperturbed. Well, in his situation, he “They all do, consarn ‘em. Why they put
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people to so much trouble is beyond me; Anger and hostility leaped into
panel a jury, Bucky.” Claybrook’s countenance, but he bridled his
Buckalew nodded over his shoulder. tongue and nodded at a deputy sheriff. “Call
“Call names, Skiffy.” Deputy Dan Trewhitt.”
Clerk Skiffington called twelve names, Trewhitt, almost seven feet tall and of no
and twelve citizens scrouged and shoved less than two hundred-fifty pounds, was
their way up, swore truly to find and proper shown in. He sat down heavily and fixed
verdict to render, and sat down. cool eyes upon Claybrook. “At your service,
Mr. Claybrook.”
except when defense counsel, in justice to nor necessary to make him out an inhuman
his client, must raise timely objections.” monster, a weird prowler who perpetrates
Claybrook nodded with much solemnity. strange murders upon sleeping, hence
“Mr. Demeree has spoken learnedly and unwary citizens. If given free rein, next thing
correctly; I am grateful for his honesty and you know he will be speaking of ogres who
fairness.” move silently through barred windows and
Judge Steele’s pop-off valve was pushing locked doors to stab and murder their lonely
up. “You Blackstonians talk as if you’d been victims.”
putting your heads together. By thunder, “Your honor,” said Claybrook
you’ll be thankful if you don’t get ‘em indignantly, “I must object to this exhibition
knocked together. If you think this trial can of ghostly oratory; moreover, I move that
be turned into a dogfight between two book- Mr. Demeree’s remarks be stricken.”
bound lawyers, you got it all wrong. Judge Steele roped and hog-tied .his
Whoever thought up lawyers anyhow? temper. He turned to Deputy Trewhitt. “Dan,
Claybrook, question your witness.” what do you know about this murder?”
Claybrook’s natural pinkness had Trewhitt twisted round. “Judge, I shore
intensified. He glared at Deputy Trewhitt. don’t know much. There’s been four of these
“Mr. Trewhitt, have you recently had queer murders hereabouts, and in every case,
occasion to investigate a series of strange from tracks scattered about, it looks like
murders in Flat Creek?” murder’s been done by some barefooted
baboon with a dog-claw on his left little toe.
from Hard Scrabble when I was about to get don’t please, Mr. Claybrook. You go on and
on my horse to ride after a wanted catamount handle your lawsuit in whatever manner
who’d beat up Josh Abercrumbie’s woman suggests itself as seemly and proper.”
on account of a board bill, and these gold- Claybrook sulked fleetingly then glared
diggers said to me, ‘Trewhitt,’ they said, at Trewhitt. “You are not permitted to say
‘there’s been another of them spooky that Luckner had been murdered, but you
murders.’ may tell what you did and what you saw.”
“ Demeree was up, objecting. “He may Trewhitt scratched his forehead. “Then
refer to murders as ‘spooky’, if he so desires; let me tell what I saw. I rode up to that
but I would like to have it understood that hogan with deputies Nugent and Rosser. Lip
my client is not charged with having done Luckner was dead, all right, he was lying on
anything spooky.” his pallet, which was one wool blanket
“They shore was spooky, all right,” spread on dirt. There was that stabbed place
declared Trewhitt. in his back, pointing straight to his heart.
Judge Steele remained impartially Blood had poured out and spattered right
neutral. Be-consarned if he wasn’t enjoying generally. From how things looked, I’d say
himself right sharply. Lip had kicked and rolled after he was
stuck.”
“Go right ahead, Mr. Demeree.” of power had obviously inflated him, but he
Demeree, at his table, assumed a casual was more than ready to do his part.
attitude. “Mr. Trewhitt—and you are Mr. Claybrook observed him respectfully.
Dan Trewhitt, aren’t you?” “Your name is Boaz Welfare?”
Trewhitt grinned. “Shore am, Mr. “It is, yes, sir.”
Demeree.” Claybrook glanced at Judge Steele and
Demeree continued soberly, “I’m glad gave up further tediousness. “Did you, Mr.
that’s settled. Now, Mr. Trewhitt, you Welfare, go out to Lippy Luckner’s hut
mentioned you had seen defendant Mullen shortly after his body was discovered?”
going barefooted.” “I certainly did.”
“Shore did.” “Why did you go?”
“Have you seen any other man going “Because I am Flat Creek’s coroner. I
barefooted in Flat Creek?” went to all of those murder scenes, and I
“Shore haven’t; if there’s any other certainly took a good look around at
clodfoot in Flat Creek, I’ve never heard of everything—doors, pallets, windows, if any;
him.” dead bodies, blankets, clothes, blood-stains;
Judge Steele’s lips crimped. His nostrils signs of struggle, if any; indications of
dilated. “Consarn you, Demeree, you’ve got robbery, if any. Every last one of those
some sneakin’ trick up your sleeve, or you victims was murdered exactly alike, by some
wouldn’t’ve let that damaging evidence get sharp instrument planted in one identical
in hyar.” spot in each man’s back and driven straight
Demeree arched but one eyebrow. “Your to his heart. In sandy spots near each man’s
honor, neither defendant nor his attorney has dwelling were those barefooted tracks, each
anything to hide.” He considered further, left-footed track showing its owner’s little
then added, “I’m through with Mr. Trewhitt, toe was a dog claw. No fiendish murderer
except to say he impresses me as being an ever left a plainer or more damning clue
honorable and upstanding gentleman.” behind him. And that fiend could have been
Steele swung his head. “Dan, excuse nobody but Oakley Mullen, for everybody
yourself before Demeree tries to kiss you.” knows he goes barefooted, and everybody
He looked down at Wade Claybrook, who knows he’s got a dog claw. Besides, he’s a
had assumed an air of disinterest. “Mr. queer one. And. what is more, he’s been
Prosecutor, call your next witness.” right free with his spending money since
those murders were committed. If there was
“Certainly not; what a lot of rot!” wrong with letting somebody else dig for it?’
Demeree looked whipped. He backed Then he winked at me.
off, returned to his place beside Dog-claw “ ‘Who?’ I said.
Mullen and sat down. “Smarter than I “ ‘Why not old Lip Luckner?’ said he.
thought, your honor.” And he winked at me again. “ ‘No,’ I said.
Judge Steele was of similar opinion. ‘That would be wicked.’
Here was a pretty keen jaybird. “ ‘Humph!’ said he. ‘Everything is
“Go ahead, Claybrook.” wicked.’
Claybrook took up his task considerately. Then next day after poor Mr. Luckner
“Now, Vinnie, I want you to tell his honor was murdered, he showed me some more
and these jurors whether you are acquainted gold—just a lot of it.
with Oakley Mullen; if so, how you became “ ‘Didn’t I tell you?” he said. ‘Why
acquainted with him; also, such behavior on should anybody waste time digging for gold,
his part as caused you to come to me with when there’s other ways much easier?’ That
information that it was he who killed Lippy scared me, and I ran away. When I heard that
Luckner.” poor Mr. Luckner had been murdered, I
Steele stared at Demeree, astonished at knew then who had done it, and who had
his silence. “Demeree, are you asleep?” “No, murdered all those poor gold-diggers, too.”
your honor; I’ve merely learned when to “Vinnie,” said Claybrook, “was Mullen
keep my mouth shut. “ barefooted?”
Claybrook nodded at his star witness. “Yes, he was, sir.”
“Go ahead, Vinnie.” “Did you notice whether he had a dog
claw on one of his toes?”
a few questions I’d like to ask that clever you have heard, but which I can prove more
little monkey.” convincingly in due time, if required to. Here
“It’s your privilege, Demeree.” in Flat Creek—”Demeree clipped at a deputy
Demeree came round and confronted sheriff, “Don’t let that brat get away.”
Vineyard Valentine. “Where are you living
now?”
Vinnie quailed slightly before Demeree’s
cold, pulsating eyes. “I live with two good
V INNIE was promptly fenced in by
deputies.
“Here in Flat Creek,” said Demeree, “has
people in Flat Creek. They are Mr. and Mrs. been residing a—a harpy, a viper, a
Portlington.” diminutive jackal, who has posed as a child.
Demeree glanced at Jerd Buckalew. He has gone at night, when no citizen would
“Better make a note of that, Sheriff.” He likely see him, knocked on an unsuspecting
turned to Vinnie, eyed him c1osely, then miner’s door, called and begged to be let in
backed a step. “You’re no child,” he said for reasons of professed hunger or
angrily. “You’re as shriveled as a last-year’s loneliness. It is common knowledge that
potato; and you’re so old, you stink.” many gold-diggers live alone. They, too, are
Vinnie Valentine sprang up, eyes ablaze lonely. Moreover, they have that gentle
with anger, voice mature and raucous. instinct which all normal men have for
“Thassa lie! I don’t stink. Anybody who says children. This harpy has been taken in not
I stink is a dirty, lying, foul-tongued, flea- once, but four times recently. He has been
bitten dog.” fed, entertained and bedded down in what
“Set down thar!” Judge Steele raged. appeared to be an atmosphere of mutual trust
“You, I mean,” he stormed at Vinnie. “One and happiness. Then, while our unsuspecting
more show like that, and I’ll have you miner slept, his vicious-minded little guest
ducked in a horse-trough.” crept upon him, planted a stiletto, and drove
Vinnie sat down, but he was a small it into his heart. No doors or windows were
container full of hot fury. broken, because none needed to be.”
Steele nodded. “Proceed, Mr. Demeree.” Demeree paused, looked down at his
Demeree returned to his bench and table. client. “Oakley, hold up your left hand.”
“Your honor, I have no wish to encroach Mullen obeyed, thereby revealed a thumb
upon Mr. Claybrook’s domain, nor upon that with a nail like a dog claw. “When a small
of Sheriff Buckalew and his deputies. boy,” Demeree continued, “This defendant
Nevertheless, because my client’s interest sustained a crushed thumb. As a result, his
requires it and security of human life in Flat thumb-nail was deformed, giving it a dog-
Creek demands it, I should like to detail claw appearance. That is why, and for no
before you as diabolical a series of crimes as other reason, he has been called Dog-claw
were ever perpetrated.” Mullen. Yon small viper obviously has made
Claybrook got up. “Now, your honor, I a careful study of this nnocent man, whom
object. Demeree will have his opportunity to he had expected to destroy by his villainous
make a jury speech.” perjury.”
Steele’s anger was a flash of fire. “Set Demeree paused again, lifted his
down, Claybrook!” His voice was a briefcase, which bulged abnormally. He
thunderclap. opened it, lifted out two objects and held
Claybrook sat down. them up. Steele felt his eyes bugging. Be-
“What I shall say,” Demeree resumed, consarned if this wasn’t something!
“is amply corroborated by testimony which “False feet,” said Demeree. “Put them on
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that little harpy over there and you’ll find court room. Steele himself was stunned,
them a perfect fit. If a bit of unconstitutional momentarily uncertain what should be said
search may be forgiven, I got them in his or done.
room. They are man-size outside, but child- In that uncertain moment, Dog-claw
size inside. That pint-size scoundrel is a Mullen awoke as from a trance. “Well, I’ll
circus midget, and no doubt wore those big be damned!”
bare feet as part of his clown act. As you Judge Steele experienced an emergence
observe there is a dog claw on this left little too. His jaws knotted. He fixed his eyes
toe.” Demeree tossed them to a deputy savagely upon Oakley Mullen. “Consarn
sheriff. “Another thing,” he said, glancing at you, Dog-claw. After such unseemly remark
Vinnie Valentine, “if you will search that as that, I ought to fine you for contempt of
ravenous monster, I think you will find his court. And I would, by thunder, except I was
murder instrument.” thinking that very same thing. Case
Vinnie did not wait to be searched. He dismissed. Court stands recessed.”
leaped down from his seat. “Let me outta He got up, muttering to himself, and
here; nobody’s gonna search me.” shouldered himself out a back way. Be-
He made for an aisle but ran into a solid consarned if this wasn’t one time he’d let
wall of massed gold-diggers. They caught Axe-face Demeree give him a sure-enough
him by legs and arms and held him up, good whuppin’. But then he remembered,
kicking and squirming. A stiletto glittered in that justice had been served, the innocent
his right hand. spared, and the guilty condemned. The
“Want us to hang him, Judge?” asked a thought struck that had he been handling
big, bearded miner. Vigies, poor Dog-Claw might have been
“Turn him over to Bucky.” Steele swung hanged in pretty short order, and this Vinnie
round. “You jurors fetch in a verdict.” While would have been free to continue his
they were filing out, he said quietly, “We’ll killings.
hang that weasel soon enough.” Yes, Judge Steele decided, maybe French
A verdict was not long in coming. A big Demeree had his place after all; but be-
gold-digger was standing. “Dog-claw ain’t consarned if he was going to take any
guilty, Judge.” nonsense from the man!
Deputies had gone out with Vinnie
Valentine; his screams could no longer be Õ
heard. Silence inspired by awe from
unexpected events lay heavy upon Steele’s