The Poisoned Pen(Fiscle Part-3) - Arthur B. Reeve (best detective novels of all time TXT) 📗
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White-Capped Uniformed Inspectors And Plain-Clothes Appraisers.
The Comedy And Tragedy Of The Customs Inspection Had Begun.
We Were Among The First To Land. Herndon Took Up A Position From
Which He Could See Without Being Seen. In The Semi-Light Of The
Little Windows In The Enclosed Sides Of The Pier, Under The Steel
Girders Of The Arched Roof Like A Vast Hall, There Was A Panorama
Of A Huge Mass Of Open Luggage.
At Last Number 140 Came Down, Alone, To The Roped-Off Dock. He
Walked Nonchalantly Over To The Little Deputy Surveyor's Desk, And
An Inspector Was Quickly Assigned To Him. It Was All Done Neatly
In The Regular Course Of Business Apparently. He Did Not Know That
In The Orderly Rush The Sharpest Of Herndon's Men Had Been Picked
Out, Much As A Trick Card Player Will Force A Card On His Victim.
Already The Customs Inspection Was Well Along. One Inspector Had
Been Assigned To About Each Five Passengers, And Big Piles Of
Finery Were Being Remorselessly Tumbled Out In Shapeless Heaps And
Exposed To The Gaze Of That Part Of The Public Which Was Not Too
Much Concerned Over The Same Thing As To Its Own Goods And
Chattels. Reticules And Purses Were Being Inspected. Every Trunk
Was Presumed To Have A False Bottom, And Things Wrapped Up In
Paper Were Viewed Suspiciously And Unrolled. Clothes Were Being
Shaken And Pawed. There Did Not Seem To Be Much Opportunity For
Concealment.
Herndon Now Had Donned The Regulation Straw Hat Of The Appraiser,
And Accompanied By Us, Posing As Visitors, Was Sauntering About.
At Last We Came Within Earshot Of The Spot Where The Inspector Was
Going Through The Effects Of 140.
Out Of The Corner Of My Eyes I Could See That A Dispute Was In
Progress Over Some Trifling Matter. The Man Was Cool And Calm.
"Call The Appraiser," He Said At Last, With The Air Of A Man
Standing On His Rights. "I Object To This Frisking Of Passengers.
Uncle Sam Is Little Better Than A Pickpocket. Besides, I Can't
Wait Here All Day. My Partner Is Waiting For Me Uptown."
Herndon Immediately Took Notice. But It Was Quite Evidently, After
All, Only An Altercation For The Benefit Of Those Who Were
Watching. I Am Sure He Knew He Was Being Watched, But As The
Dispute Proceeded He Assumed The Look Of A Man Keenly Amused. The
Matter, Involving Only A Few Dollars, Was Finally Adjusted By His
Yielding Gracefully And With An Air Of Resignation. Still Herndon
Did Not Go And I Am Sure It Annoyed Him.
Suddenly He Turned And Faced Herndon. I Could Not Help Thinking,
In Spite Of All That He Must Be So Expert, That, If He Really Were
A Smuggler, He Had All The Poise And Skill At Evasion That Would
Entitle Him To Be Called A Cast Master Of The Art.
"You See That Woman Over There?" He Whispered. "She Says She Is
Just Coming Home After Studying Music In Paris."
We Looked. It Was The Guileless Ingenue, Mademoiselle Gabrielle.
"She Has Dutiable Goods, All Right. I Saw Her Declaration. She Is
Trying To Bring In As Personal Effects Of A Foreign Resident Gowns
Which, I Believe, She Intends To Wear On The Stage. She's An
Actress."
There Was Nothing For Herndon To Do But To Act On The Tip. The Man
Had Got Rid Of Us Temporarily, But We Knew The Inspector Would Be,
If Anything, More Vigilant. I Think He Took Even Longer Than
Usual.
Mademoiselle Gabrielle And Her Maid Pouted And Fussed Over The
Renewed Examination Which Herndon Ordered. According To The
Part 3 Chapter 10 (The Smuggler) Pg 119Inspector Everything Was New And Expensive; According To Her, Old,
Shabby, And Cheap. She Denied Everything, Raged And Threatened.
But When, Instead Of Ordering The Stamp "Passed" To Be Placed On
Her Half Dozen Trunks And Bags Which Contained In Reality Only A
Few Dutiable Articles, Herndon Threatened To Order Them To The
Appraiser's Stores And Herself To Go To The Law Division If She
Did Not Admit The Points In Dispute, There Was A Real Scene.
"Generally, Madame," He Remonstrated, Though I Could See He Was
Baffled At Finding Nothing Of The Goods He Had Really Expected To
Find, "Generally Even For A First Offence The Goods Are
Confiscated And The Court Or District Attorney Is Content To Let
The Person Off With A Fine. If This Happens Again We'll Be More
Severe. So You Had Better Pay The Duty On These Few Little
Matters, Without That."
If He Had Been Expecting To "Throw A Scare" Into Her, It Did Not
Succeed. "Well, I Suppose If I Must, I Must," She Said, And The
Only Result Of The Diversion Was That She Paid A Few Dollars More
Than Had Been Expected And Went Off In A High State Of Mind.
Herndon Had Disappeared For A Moment, After A Whisper From
Kennedy, To Instruct Two Of His Men To Shadow Mademoiselle
Gabrielle And, Later, Pierre. He Soon Rejoined Us And We Casually
Returned To The Vicinity Of Our Tall Friend, Number 140, For Whom
I Felt Even Less Respect Than Ever After His Apparently Ungallant
Action Toward The Lady He Had Been Talking With. He Seemed To
Notice My Attitude And He Remarked Defensively For My Benefit,
"Only A Patriotic Act."
His Inspector By This Time Had Finished A Most Minute Examination.
There Was Nothing That Could Be Discovered, Not A False Book With
A Secret Spring That Might Disclose Instead Of Reading Matter A
Heap Of Almost Priceless Jewels, Not A Suspicious Bulging Of Any
Garment Or Of The Lining Of A Trunk Or Grip. Some Of The Goods
Might Have Been On His Person, But Not Much, And Certainly There
Was No Excuse For Ordering A Personal Examination, For He Could
Not Have Hidden A Tenth Part Of What We Knew He Had, Even Under
The Proverbial Porous Plaster. He Was Impeccable. Accordingly
There Was Nothing For The Inspector To Do But To Declare A Polite
Armistice.
"So You Didn't Find 'Mona Lisa' In A False Bottom, And My Trunks
Were Not Lined With Smuggled Cigars After All," He Rasped Savagely
As The Stamp "Passed" Was At Last Affixed And He Paid In Cash At
The Little Window With Its Sign, "Pay Duty Here: U. S. Custom
House," Some Hundred Dollars Instead Of The Thousands Herndon Had
Been Hoping To Collect, If Not To Seize.
All Through The Inspection, An Extra Close Scrutiny Had Been Kept
On The Other Passengers As Well, To Prevent Any Of Them From Being
In League With The Smugglers, Though There Was No Direct Or
Indirect Evidence To Show That Any Of The Others Were.
We Were About To Leave The Wharf, Also, When Craig's Attention Was
Called To A Stack Of Trunks Still Remaining.
"Whose Are Those?" He Asked As He Lifted One. It Felt Suspiciously
Light.
"Some Of Them Belong To A Mr. Pierre And The Rest To A Miss
Gabrielle," Answered An Inspector. "Bonded For Troy And Waiting To
Be Transferred By The Express Company."
Here, Perhaps, At Last Was An Explanation, And Craig Took
Advantage Of It. Could It Be That The Real Seat Of Trouble Was Not
Here But At Some Other Place, That Some Exchange Was To Be Made En
Route Or Perhaps An Attempt At Bribery?
Herndon, Too, Was Willing To Run A Risk. He Ordered The Trunks
Opened Immediately. But To Our Disappointment They Were Almost
Part 3 Chapter 10 (The Smuggler) Pg 120Empty. There Was Scarcely A Thing Of Value In Them. Most Of The
Contents Consisted Of Clothes That Had Plainly Been Made In
America And Were Being Brought Back Here. It Was Another False
Scent. We Had Been Played With And Baffled At Every Turn. Perhaps
This Had Been The Method Originally Agreed On. At Any Rate It Had
Been Changed.
"Could They Have Left The Goods In Paris, After All?" I Queried.
"With The Fall And Winter Trade Just Coming On?" Kennedy Replied,
With An Air Of Finality That Set At Rest Any Doubts About His
Opinion On That Score. "I Thought Perhaps We Had A Case Of--What
Do You Call It, Herndon, When They Leave Trunks That Are To Be
Secretly Removed By Dishonest Expressmen From The Wharf At Night?"
"'Sleepers.' Oh, We've Broken That Up, Too. No Expressman Would
Dare Try It Now. I Must Confess This Thing Is Beyond Me, Craig."
Kennedy Made No Answer. Evidently There Was Nothing To Do But To
Await Developments And See What Herndon's Men Reported. We Had
Been Beaten At Every Turn In The Game. Herndon Seemed To Feel That
There Was A Bitter Sting In The Defeat, Particularly Because The
Smuggler Or Smugglers Had Actually Been In Our Grasp So Long To Do
With As We Pleased, And Had So Cleverly Slipped Out Again, Leaving
Us Holding The Bag.
Kennedy Was Especially Thoughtful As He Told Over The Facts Of The
Case In His Mind. "Of Course," He Remarked, "Mademoiselle
Gabrielle Wasn't An Actress. But We Can't Deny That She Had Very
Little That Would Justify Herndon In Holding Her, Unless He Simply
Wants A Newspaper Row."
"But I Thought Pierre Was Quite Intimate With Her At First," I
Ventured. "That Was A Dirty Trick Of His."
Craig Laughed. "You Mean An Old One. That Was Simply A Blind, To
Divert Attention From Himself. I Suspect They Talked That Over
Between Themselves For Days Before."
It Was Plainly More Perplexing Than Ever. What Had Happened? Had
Pierre Been A Prestidigitator And Had He Merely Said Presto! When
Our Backs Were Turned And Whisked The Goods Invisibly Into The
Country? I Could Find No Explanation For The Little Drama On The
Pier. If Herndon's Men Had Any Genius In Detecting Smuggling,
Their Professional Opponent Certainly Had Greater Genius In
Perpetrating It.
We Did Not See Herndon Again Until After A Hasty Luncheon. He Was
In His Office And Inclined To Take A Pessimistic View Of The Whole
Affair. He Brightened Up When A Telephone Message Came In From One
Of His Shadows. The Men Trailing Pierre And Mademoiselle Gabrielle
Had Crossed Trails And Run Together At A Little French Restaurant
On The Lower West Side, Where Pierre, Lang, And Mademoiselle
Gabrielle Had Met And Were Dining In A Most Friendly Spirit.
Kennedy Was Right. She Had Been Merely A Cog In The Machinery Of
The Plot.
The Man Reported That Even When A Newsboy Had Been Sent In By Him
With The Afternoon Papers Displaying In Big Headlines The Mystery
Of The Death Of Mademoiselle Violette, They Had Paid No Attention.
It Seemed Evident That Whatever The Fate Of The Modiste,
Mademoiselle Gabrielle Had Quite Replaced Her In The Affections Of
Pierre. There Was Nothing For Us To Do But To Separate And Await
Developments.
It Was Late In The Afternoon When Craig And I Received A Hurried
Message From Herndon. One Of His Men Had Just Called Him Up Over
Long Distance From Riverledge. The Party Had Left The Restaurant
Hurriedly, And Though They Had Taken The Only Taxicab In Sight He
Had Been Able To Follow Them In Time To Find Out That They Were
Going Up To Riverledge. They Were Now Preparing To Go Out For A
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