Arthur Upfield - The Mountains have a Secret

Bony Takes a Gun

WHEN beyond Glenthompson, Detective-Inspector Napoleon Bonaparte first saw the Grampians. They rose from the vast plain of golden grass; in the beginning, isolated rocks along the north-west horizon, rising to cut sharply into the cobalt sky. The rocks united and upon that quarter of the plain it could be seen that a cosmic hurricane had lashed the earth and created a sea, a sea of blue-black waves poised to crash forward ingraphitical suds.

Distance presented mystery, released the imagination, stirred the memory. Beneath those curling wave crests surely dwelt the Beings of Australias Alcheringa Era, or where perhaps await theValkyries of the Norsemen to carry the remains of heroes into the Halls of their Valhalla.

Bonaparte had observed mountains rise above the limits of Inland Plains; rounded mountains and rugged mountains, but never mountains like these. The straight and level road seemed to be afraid of these Grampians, appeared to edge him away from them.

It was early in March and the day was hot and still. The highway was lost before and behind in the heat mirage which had no power over the advancing mountains. After the old tourer came a voice which had spoken these words in Melbourne early the previous day:

Got a gun in your kit? No! Ill get you one. One of my own. Easy to handle-easy to conceal. Take my car. Ill have New South Wales number-plates put on it. Youd better be a Riverina pastoralist on holiday. Keep what happened to Price in your mind all the time youre among those mountains.

The blue-black waves came rolling over the golden plain towards the eager Bonaparte. He was inclined to stop and watch them. The voice of Superintendent Bolt, Chief of the C.I.B., again came winging along the road.

Persons are always disappearing. Most of embecause they want to, and some because they are bumped off and successfully planted. Persons disappear singly; its rare that two or more disappear together. Two young women went by train to Dunkeld and from there set off on a hike through the Grampians. They reached a pub called Baden Park Hotel, stayed there a couple of days. After they left that pub they were never seen again.

That was October twenty-second last. They werent fools in the bush. They carried camping gear, and they had tucker for emergencies. The country is laced with running streams. Not a solitary sign of them was found after they left Baden Park Hotel.

Weeks after the search was stopped, young Price went into the Grampians. He was one of our promising young men. Born in the Gippsland mountains. Stayed at the Baden Park Hotel for ten or eleven days. He was found dead in his car twenty-five miles away. Shot dead. No connection with the young women, so my officers think. I dont know. Im not sure about that. If youre interested, memorise the summary. Take a gun-take a gun-take this one. It comes easy into your fist.

Dunkeld came swimming through the heat-waves to welcome Bony, a township old and crinkly, but natty as were the men and the women who first came this way with their bullock drays. Just beyond the shallow valley to the north stood the first of the mountains, facing sheerly to the east, its long western slope massed with trees.

Bony found the hotel, before which he parked his borrowed car on the place where, for a hundred years, coaches had stood whilst the passengers took refreshment and the horses were changed. The small bar being empty of customers, he drank a glass of beer with the landlord and discussed the district so beloved by artists. Following lunch, he announced that he would look round the township, and so came to the police station and entered.

Glad to meet you, sir, Senior Constable Groves told him. Heard about your coming from Headquarters. Anything I can do?

His visitor having seated himself beside the littered desk, Groves surveyed him, noting with shrewd grey eyes the gabardine slacks, the open-necked shirt, the dark brown arms, and the fingers which at once were employed making a cigarette. Without raising his gaze from the task, Bony said:

Yes. Please report that I arrived here today and left again this afternoon. I am going on to Baden Park Hotel. Dyou know why I am here?

No, sir, although I could make an easy guess. Ive been instructed to render all assistance and to supply you with everything you may call for.

A match was held to the cigarette and, through the resultant smoke, Groves saw a pair of brilliant blue eyes examining him with expressionless intensity. The smoke driftedceilingwards and warmth entered the blue eyes. The policeman wondered. The slight, lounging figure was not in focus with the picture of a detective-inspector painted for him by his superiors.

I am interested in the fate of the two young ladies who disappeared in the Grampians last October, Bony slowly said. After the thorough search for them, I dont expect to discover much of value. Still, I have succeeded in similar cases. Might I expect your collaboration?

Certainly, sir, Senior Constable Groves replied warmly. Ill be only too glad to do whatever I can.

Thank you. Please begin by giving me your private opinion of the motive for the murder of Detective Price.

I believe that Price was killed because he chanced to meet and recognise a dangerous criminal who was touring or who was a member of a large road gang camped near the place where he was shot.

You dont think it might have any connection with the disappearance of the two girls?

Groves shook his head and glanced towards the large-scale map affixed to the wall. Bony abruptly left his chair and crossed to the map, Groves standing beside him.

Theres the Grampians, he said. Fifty-odd miles from north to south and twenty-five-odd miles from east to west. Heres Dunkeld down here at the southern edge. Theres Halls Gap away up on the northern edge. Three miles from Halls Gap was where they found Detective Price. The girls were lost twenty-five miles south of the place where Price was murdered, and approximately in the middle of the mountains. Have you ever been in them?

No. Point out the road taken by the two girls.

Well, from Dunkeld down here, they took the road northward past Mount Abrupt, which you can see through the window. They left about nine in the morning, and at eight that night a truck-driver saw them camped beside the road where theres a little creek. Twenty miles from Dunkeld. The next-

The truck-driver? Where had he come from?

From Baden Park Station-here.

Oh! Proceed.

The next morning the girls followed the road to Halls Gap for a further ten miles where theres a bridge and a turn-off track to the Baden Park Hotel. There! See the creek?

Yes. That turn-off track appears to be secondary to the road to Halls Gap.

Yes, it is, Groves agreed. When they left the hotel here, the girls said they were going through to Halls Gap, but on reaching the turn-off at the bridge they must have changed their minds. Theres a signpost there saying that Baden Park Hotel is four miles away. They had a road map, and therefore they probably saw that they could take that turn-off track, stay at the hotel, go on to the guest-house at Lake George, and from there follow a track which would bring them again to the Halls Gap Road. I suppose you know all this, sir?

Never mind. You tell the story.

Well. The girls reached the Baden Park Hotel the day after they left Dunkeld. They stayed at the hotel for two days. The licensee telephoned to the guest-house at Lake George and arranged accommodation for them for one night. They left his hotel about ten and had to walk only three and a half miles to the guest-house.

The next afternoon the guest-house rang the hotel to say that the girls hadnt arrived, but no anxiety was felt at the hotel because the girls had camp equipment and tucker. Two further days passed before the hotel licensee set out to look for them. He could not find them, and the following day he organised a search. They-