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In The Purchase Of The Plate From The Photographer A Few Days
Before.
The Mail Also Contained A Message From Williams Of The Surety
Company With The Interesting Information That Bolton Brown's
Attorney Had Refused To Say Where His Client Had Gone Since He Had
Been Released On Bail, But That He Would Be Produced When Wanted.
Adele Demott Had Not Been Seen For Several Days In Chicago And The
Police There Were Of The Opinion That She Had Gone To New York,
Where It Would Be Pretty Easy For Her To Pass Unnoticed. These
Facts Further Complicated The Case And Made The Finding Of The
Photograph Even More Imperative.
If We Were Going To Do Anything It Must Be Done Quickly. There Was
No Time To Lose. The Last Of The Fast Trains For The Day Had Left
And The Photograph, Even Though It Were Found, Could Not Possibly
Reach Us In Time To Be Of Use Before The Steamer Sailed From
Brooklyn. It Was An Emergency Such As Kennedy Had Never Yet Faced,
Apparently Physically Insuperable.
But, As Usual, Craig Was Not Without Some Resource, Though It
Looked Impossible To Me To Do Anything But Make A Hit Or Miss
Arrest At The Boat. It Was Late In The Evening When He Returned
From A Conference With An Officer Of The Telegraph And Telephone
Company To Whom Williams Had Given Him A Card Of Introduction. The
Upshot Had Been That He Had Called Up Chicago And Talked For A
Long Time With Professor Clark, A Former Classmate Of Ours Who Was
Now In The Technology School Of The University Out There. Kennedy
And Clark Had Been In Correspondence For Some Time, I Knew, About
Some Technical Matters, Though I Had No Idea What It Was They
Concerned.
"There's One Thing We Can Always Do," I Remarked As We Walked
Slowly Over To The Laboratory From Our Apartment.
"What's That?" He Asked Absent-Mindedly, More From Politeness Than
Anything Else.
"Arrest Every One With A Van Dyke Beard Who Goes On The Boat To-
Morrow," I Replied.
Kennedy Smiled. "I Don't Feel Prepared To Stand A Suit For False
Arrest," He Said Simply, "Especially As The Victim Would Feel
Pretty Hot If We Caused Him To Miss His Boat. Men With Beards Are
Not So Uncommon, After All."
We Had Reached The Laboratory. Linemen Were Stringing Wires Under
The Electric Lights Of The Campus From The Street To The Chemistry
Building And Into Kennedy's Sanctum.
That Night And Far Into The Morning Kennedy Was Working In The
Laboratory On A Peculiarly Complicated Piece Of Mechanism
Consisting Of Electromagnets, Rolls, And A Stylus And Numerous
Other Contrivances Which Did Not Suggest To My Mind Anything He
Had Ever Used Before In Our Adventures. I Killed Time As Best I
Could Watching Him Adjust The Thing With The Most Minute Care And
Precision. Finally I Came To The Conclusion That As I Was Not
Likely To Be Of The Least Assistance, Even If I Had Been Initiated
Into What Was Afoot, I Had As Well Retire.
"There Is One Thing You Can Do For Me In The Morning, Walter,"
Said Kennedy, Continuing To Work Over A Delicate Piece Of
Clockwork Which Formed A Part Of The Apparatus. "In Case I Do Not
See You Then, Get In Touch With Williams And Carroll And Have Them
Come Here About Ten O'clock With An Automobile. If I Am Not Ready
For Them Then I'm Afraid I Never Shall Be, And We Shall Have To
Finish The Job With The Lack Of Finesse You Suggested By Arresting
All The Bearded Men."
Kennedy Could Not Have Slept Much During The Night, For Though His
Bed Had Been Slept In He Was Up And Away Before I Could See Him
Part 3 Chapter 8 (The Forger) Pg 94Again. I Made A Hurried Trip Downtown To Catch Carroll And
Williams And Then Returned To The Laboratory, Where Craig Had
Evidently Just Finished A Satisfactory Preliminary Test Of His
Machine.
"Still No Message," He Began In Reply To My Unspoken Question. He
Was Plainly Growing Restless With The Inaction, Though Frequent
Talks Over Long-Distance With Chicago Seemed To Reassure Him.
Thanks To The Influence Of Williams He Had At Least A Direct Wire
From His Laboratory To The City Which Was Now The Scene Of Action.
As Nearly As I Could Gather From The One-Sided Conversations I
Heard And The Remarks Which Kennedy Dropped, The Chicago Post-
Office Inspectors Were Still Searching For A Trace Of The Package
From Atlantic City Which Was To Reveal The Identity Of The Man Who
Had Passed The Bogus Checks And Sold The Forged Certificates Of
Stock. Somewhere In That Great City Was A Photograph Of The
Promoter And Of The Woman Who Was Aiding Him To Escape, Taken In
Atlantic City And Sent By Mail To Chicago. Who Had Received It?
Would It Be Found In Time To Be Of Use? What Would It Reveal? It
Was Like Hunting For A Needle In A Haystack, And Yet The Latest
Reports Seemed To Encourage Kennedy With The Hope That The
Authorities Were At Last On The Trail Of The Secret Office From
Which The Stock Had Been Sold. He Was Fuming And Wishing That He
Could Be At Both Ends Of The Line At Once.
"Any Word From Chicago Yet?" Appealed An Anxious Voice From The
Doorway.
We Turned. There Were Carroll And Williams Who Had Come For Us
With An Automobile To Go Over To Watch At The Wharf In Brooklyn
For Our Man. It Was Carroll Who Spoke. The Strain Of The Suspense
Was Telling On Him And I Could Readily Imagine That He, Like So
Many Others Who Had Never Seen Kennedy In Action, Had Not The
Faith In Craig's Ability Which I Had Seen Tested So Many Times.
"Not Yet," Replied Kennedy, Still Busy About His Apparatus On The
Table. "I Suppose You Have Heard Nothing?"
"Nothing Since My Note Of Last Night," Returned Williams
Impatiently. "Our Detectives Still Insist That Bolton Brown Is The
Man To Watch, And The Disappearance Of Adele Demott At This Time
Certainly Looks Bad For Him."
"It Does, I Admit," Said Carroll Reluctantly. "What's All This
Stuff On The Table?" He Asked, Indicating The Magnets, Rolls, And
Clockwork.
Kennedy Did Not Have Time To Reply, For The Telephone Bell Was
Tinkling Insistently.
"I've Got Chicago On The Wire," Craig Informed Us, Placing His
Hand Over The Transmitter As He Waited For Long-Distance To Make
The Final Connection. '"I'll Try To Repeat As Much Of The
Conversation As I Can So That You Can Follow It. Hello--Yes--This
Is Kennedy. Is That You, Clark? It's All Arranged At This End.
How's Your End Of The Line? Have You A Good Connection? Yes? My
Synchroniser Is Working Fine Here, Too. All Right. Suppose We Try
It. Go Ahead."
As Kennedy Gave A Few Final Touches To The Peculiar Apparatus On
The Table, The Cylindrical Drum Before Us Began Slowly To Revolve
And The Stylus Or Needle Pressed Down On The Sensitised Paper With
Which The Drum Was Covered, Apparently With Varying Intensity As
It Turned. Round And Round The Cylinder Revolved Like A
Graphophone.
"This," Exclaimed Kennedy Proudly, "Is The 'Electric Eye,' The
Telelectrograph Invented By Thorne Baker In England. Clark And I
Have Been Intending To Try It Out For A Long Time. It At Last
Makes Possible The Electric Transmission Of Photographs, Using The
Part 3 Chapter 8 (The Forger) Pg 95Telephone Wires Because They Are Much Better For Such A Purpose
Than The Telegraph Wires."
Slowly The Needle Was Tracing Out A Picture On The Paper. It Was
Only A Thin Band Yet, But Gradually It Was Widening, Though We
Could Not Guess What It Was About To Reveal As The Ceaseless
Revolutions Widened The Photographic Print.
"I May Say," Explained Kennedy As We Waited Breathlessly, "That
Another System Known As The Korn System Of Telegraphing Pictures
Has Also Been In Use In London, Paris, Berlin, And Other Cities At
Various Times For Some Years. Korn's Apparatus Depends On The
Ability Of The Element Selenium To Vary The Strength Of An
Electric Current Passing Through It In Proportion To The
Brightness With Which The Selenium Is Illuminated. A New Field Has
Been Opened By These Inventions Which Are Now Becoming More And
More Numerous, Since The Korn System Did The Pioneering.
"The Various Steps In Sending A Photograph By The Baker
Telelectrograph Are Not So Difficult To Understand, After All.
First An Ordinary Photograph Is Taken And A Negative Made. Then A
Print Is Made And A Wet Plate Negative Is Printed On A Sheet Of
Sensitised Tinfoil Which Has Been Treated With A Single-Line
Screen. You Know A Halftone Consists Of A Photograph Through A
Screen Composed Of Lines Running Perpendicular To Each Other--A
Coarse Screen For Newspaper Work, And A Fine Screen For Better
Work, Such As In Magazines. Well, In This Case The Screen Is
Composed Of Lines Running Parallel In One Direction Only, Not
Crossing At Right Angles. A Halftone Is Composed Of Minute Points,
Some Light, Some Dark. This Print Is Composed Of Long Shaded
Lines, Some Parts Light, Others Dark, Giving The Effect Of A
Picture, You Understand?"
"Yes, Yes," I Exclaimed, Thoroughly Excited. "Go On."
"Well," He Resumed As The Print Widened Visibly, "This Tinfoil
Negative Is Wrapped Around A Cylinder At The Other End Of The Line
And A Stylus With A Very Delicate, Sensitive Point Begins Passing
Over It, Crossing The Parallel Lines At Right Angles, Like The
Other Lines Of A Regular Halftone. Whenever The Point Of The
Stylus Passes Over One Of The Lighter Spots On The Photographic
Print It Sends On A Longer Electrical Vibration, Over The Darker
Spots A Shorter Vibration. The Ever Changing Electrical Current
Passes Up Through The Stylus, Vibrates With Ever Varying Degrees
Of Intensity Over The Thousand Miles Of Telephone Wire Between
Chicago And This Instrument Here At The Other End Of The Line.
"In This Receiving Apparatus The Current Causes Another Stylus To
Pass Over A Sheet Of Sensitised Chemical Paper Such As We Have
Here. The Receiving Stylus Passes Over The Paper Here
Synchronously With The Transmitting Stylus In Chicago. The
Impression Which Each Stroke Of The Receiving Stylus Makes On The
Paper Is Black Or Light, According To The Length Of The Very
Quickly Changing Vibrations Of The Electric Current. White Spots
On The Photographic Print Come Out As Black Spots Here On The
Sensitised Paper Over Which This Stylus Is Passing, And Vice
Versa. In That Way You Can See The Positive Print Growing Here
Before Your Very Eyes As The Picture Is Transmitted From The
Negative Which Clark Has Prepared And Is Sending From Chicago."
As We Bent Over Eagerly We Could Indeed Now See What The Thing Was
Doing. It Was Reproducing Faithfully In New York What Could Be
Seen By The Mortal Eye Only In Chicago.
"What Is It?" Asked Williams, Still Half Incredulous In Spite Of
The
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