The Poisoned Pen(Fiscle Part-3) - Arthur B. Reeve (best detective novels of all time TXT) 📗
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Next To His Was Vacant.
Our Interview With Hanford Was Short And Unsatisfactory. He Either
Was Or At Least Posed As Representing A Third Party In The Affair,
And Absolutely Refused To Permit Us To Have Even A Glance At The
Photographs.
"My Dealings," He Asserted Airily, "Must All Be With Mr. Bennett,
Or With Mr. Travis, Direct, Not With Emissaries. I Don't Make Any
Secret About It. The Prints Are Not Here. They Are Safe And Ready
To Be Produced At The Right Time, Either To Be Handed Over For The
Money Or To Be Published In The Newspapers. We Have Found Out All
About Them; We Are Satisfied, Although The Negatives Have Been
Destroyed. As For Their Having Been Stolen From Travis, You Can
Put Two And Two Together. They Are Out And Copies Have Been Made
Of Them, Good Copies. If Mr. Travis Wishes To Repudiate Them, Let
Him Start Proceedings. I Told Bennett All About That. To-Morrow Is
The Last Day, And I Must Have Bennett's Answer Then, Without Any
Interlopers Coming Into It. If It Is Yes, Well And Good; If Not,
Then They Know What To Expect. Good-Bye."
It Was Still Early In The Forenoon, And Kennedy's Next Move Was To
Go Out On Long Island To Examine The Library At Travis's From
Which The Pictures Were Said To Have Been Stolen. At The
Laboratory Kennedy And I Loaded Ourselves With A Large Oblong
Black Case Containing A Camera And A Tripod.
His Examination Of The Looted Library Was Minute, Taking In The
Window Through Which The Thief Had Apparently Entered, The Cabinet
He Had Forced, And The Situation In General. Finally Craig Set Up
His Camera With Most Particular Care And Took Several Photographs
Of The Window, The Cabinet, The Doors, Including The Room From
Every Angle. Outside He Snapped The Two Sides Of The Corner Of The
House In Which The Library Was Situated. Partly By Trolley And
Partly By Carriage We Crossed The Island To The South Shore, And
Finally Found Mcloughlin's Farm Where We Had No Trouble In Getting
Half A Dozen Photographs Of The Porch And House. Altogether The
Proceedings Seemed Tame To Me, Yet I Knew From Previous Experience
That Kennedy Had A Deep Laid Purpose.
We Parted In The City, To Meet Just Before It Was Time To Visit
Miss Ashton. Kennedy Had Evidently Employed The Interval In
Developing His Plates, For He Now Had Ten Or A Dozen Prints, All
Of Exactly The Same Size, Mounted On Stiff Cardboard In A Space
With Scales And Figures On All Four Sides. He Saw Me Puzzling Over
Them.
"Those Are Metric Photographs Such As Bertillon Of Paris Takes,"
He Explained. "By Means Of The Scales And Tables And Other Methods
That Have Been Worked Out We Can Determine From Those Pictures
Distances And Many Other Things Almost As Well As If We Were On
The Spot Itself. Bertillon Has Cleared Up Many Crimes With This
Help, Such As The Mystery Of The Shooting In The Hotel Quai
D'orsay And Other Cases. The Metric Photograph, I Believe, Will In
Time Rank With The Portrait Parle, Finger Prints, And The Rest.
"For Instance, In Order To Solve The Riddle Of A Crime The
Detective's First Task Is To Study The Scene Topographically.
Plans And Elevations Of A Room Or House Are Made. The Position Of
Each Object Is Painstakingly Noted. In Addition, The All-Seeing
Eye Of The Camera Is Called Into Requisition. The Plundered Room
Is Photographed, As In This Case. I Might Have Done It By Placing
A Foot Rule On A Table And Taking That In The Picture, But A More
Scientific And Accurate Method Has Been Devised By Bertillon. His
Camera Lens Is Always Used At A Fixed Height From The Ground And
Forms Its Image On The Plate At An Exact Focus. The Print Made
From The Negative Is Mounted On A Card In A Space Of Definite
Size, Along The Edges Of Which A Metric Scale Is Printed. In The
Way He Has Worked It Out The Distance Between Any Two Points In
Part 3 Chapter 12 (The Campaign Grafter) Pg 145The Picture Can Be Determined. With A Topographical Plan And A
Metric Photograph One Can Study A Crime As A General Studies The
Map Of A Strange Country. There Were Several Peculiar Things That
I Observed To-Day, And I Have Here An Indelible Record Of The
Scene Of The Crime. Preserved In This Way It Cannot Be Questioned.
"Now The Photographs Were In This Cabinet. There Are Other
Cabinets, But None Of Them Has Been Disturbed. Therefore The Thief
Must Have Known Just What He Was After. The Marks Made In Breaking
The Lock Were Not Those Of A Jimmy But Of A Screwdriver. No
Amazing Command Of The Resources Of Science Is Needed So Far. All
That Is Necessary Is A Little Scientific Common Sense, Walter.
"Now, How Did The Robber Get In? All The Windows And Doors Were
Supposedly Locked. It Is Alleged That A Pane Was Cut From This
Window At The Side. It Was, And The Pieces Were There To Show It.
But Take A Glance At This Outside Photograph. To Reach That Window
Even A Tall Man Must Have Stood On A Ladder Or Something. There
Are No Marks Of A Ladder Or Of Any Person In The Soft Soil Under
The Window. What Is More, That Window Was Cut From The Inside. The
Marks Of The Diamond Which Cut It Plainly Show That. Scientific
Common Sense Again."
"Then It Must Have Been Some One In The House Or At Least Some One
Familiar With It?" I Exclaimed.
Kennedy Nodded. "One Thing We Have Which The Police Greatly
Neglect," He Pursued, "A Record. We Have Made Some Progress In
Reconstructing The Crime, As Bertillon Calls It. If We Only Had
Those Hanford Pictures We Should Be All Right."
We Were Now On Our Way To See Miss Ashton At Headquarters, And As
We Rode Downtown I Tried To Reason Out The Case. Had It Really
Been A Put-Up Job? Was Travis Himself Faking, And Was The Robbery
A "Plant" By Which He Might Forestall Exposure Of What Had Become
Public Property In The Hands Of Another, No Longer Disposed To
Conceal It? Or Was It After All The Last Desperate Blow Of The
Boss?
The Whole Thing Began To Assume A Suspicious Look In My Mind.
Although Kennedy Seemed To Have Made Little Real Progress, I Felt
That, Far From Aiding Travis, It Made Things Darker. There Was
Nothing But His Unsupported Word That He Had Not Visited The Boss
Subsequent To The Nominating Convention. He Admitted Having Done
So Before The Reform League Came Into Existence. Besides It Seemed
Tacitly Understood That Both The Boss And Cadwalader Brown
Acquiesced In The Sworn Statement Of The Man Who Said He Had Made
The Pictures. Added To That The Mere Existence Of The Actual
Pictures Themselves Was A Graphic Clincher To The Story.
Personally, If I Had Been In Kennedy's Place I Think I Should Have
Taken Advantage Of The Proviso In The Compact With Travis To Back
Out Gracefully. Kennedy, However, Now Started On The Case, Hung To
It Tenaciously.
Miss Ashton Was Waiting For Us At The Press Bureau. Her Desk Was
At The Middle Of One End Of The Room In Which, If She Could Keep
An Eye On Her Office Force, The Office Force Also Could Keep An
Eye On Her.
Kennedy Had Apparently Taken In The Arrangement During Our Morning
Visit, For He Set To Work Immediately. The Side Of The Room Toward
The Office Of Travis And Bennett Presented An Expanse Of Blank
Wall. With A Mallet He Quickly Knocked A Hole In The Rough
Plaster, Just Above The Baseboard About The Room. The Hole Did Not
Penetrate Quite Through To The Other Side. In It He Placed A Round
Disc Of Vulcanised Rubber, With Insulated Wires Leading Down Back
Of The Baseboard, Then Out Underneath It, And Under The Carpet.
Some Plaster Quickly Closed Up The Cavity In The Wall, And He Left
It To Dry.
Next He Led The Wires Under The Carpet To Miss Ashton's Desk.
There They Ended, Under The Carpet And A Rug, Eighteen Or Twenty
Huge Coils Several Feet In Diameter Disposed In Such A Way As To
Attract No Attention By A Curious Foot On The Carpet Which Covered
Them.
"That Is All, Miss Ashton," He Said As We Watched For His Next
Move. "I Shall Want To See You Early To-Morrow, And,--Might I Ask
You To Be Sure To Wear That Hat Which You Have On?"
It Was A Very Becoming Hat, But Kennedy's Tone Clearly Indicated
That It Was Not His Taste In Inverted Basket Millinery That
Prompted The Request. She Promised, Smiling, For Even A
Suffragette May Like Pretty Hats.
Craig Had Still To See Travis And Report On His Work. The
Candidate Was Waiting Anxiously At His Hotel After A Big Political
Mass Meeting On The East Side, At Which Capitalism And The Bosses
Had Been Hissed To The Echo, If That Is Possible.
"What Success?" Inquired Travis Eagerly.
"I'm Afraid," Replied Kennedy, And The Candidate's Face Fell At
The Tone, "I'm Afraid You Will Have To Meet Them, For The Present.
The Time Limit Will Expire To-Morrow, And I Understand Hanford Is
Coming Up For A Final Answer. We Must Have Copies Of Those
Photographs, Even If We Have To Pay For Them. There Seems To Be No
Other Way."
Travis Sank Back In His Chair And Regarded Kennedy Hopelessly. He
Was Actually Pale. "You--You Don't Mean To Say That There Is No
Other Way, That I'll Have To Admit Even Before Bennett--And Others
That I'm In Bad?"
"I Wouldn't Put It That Way," Said Kennedy Mercilessly, I Thought.
"It Is That Way," Travis Asserted Almost Fiercely. "Why, We Could
Have Done That Anyhow. No, No,--I Don't Mean That. Pardon Me. I'm
Upset By This. Go Ahead," He Sighed.
"You Will Direct Bennett To Make The Best Terms He Can With
Hanford When He Comes Up To-Morrow. Have Him Arrange The Details
Of Payment And Then Rush The Best Copies Of The Photographs To
Me."
Travis Seemed Crushed.
We Met Miss Ashton The Following Morning Entering Her Office.
Kennedy Handed Her A Package, And In A Few Words, Which I Did Not
Hear, Explained What He Wanted, Promising To Call Again Later.
When We Called, The Girls And Other Clerks Had Arrived, And The
Office Was A Hive Of Industry In The Rush Of Winding Up The
Campaign. Typewriters Were Clicking, Clippings Were Being Snipped
Out Of A Huge Stack Of Newspapers And Pasted Into Large Scrap-
Books, Circulars Were Being Folded And Made Ready To Mail For The
Final Appeal. The Room Was Indeed Crowded, And I Felt That There
Was No Doubt, As Kennedy Had Said, That Nothing Much Could Go On
There Unobserved By Any One To Whose Interest It Was To See It.
Miss Ashton Was Sitting At Her Desk With Her Hat On Directing The
Work. "It Works," She Remarked Enigmatically To Kennedy.
"Good," He Replied. "I Merely Dropped In To Be Sure. Now If
Anything Of Interest Happens, Miss Ashton, I Wish You Would Let Me
Know Immediately. I Must Not Be Seen Up Here, But I Shall Be
Waiting Downstairs In The Corridor Of The Building. My Next Move
Depends Entirely On What You Have To Report."
Downstairs Craig Waited With Growing Impatience. We Stood In An
Angle In Which We Could See Without Being Readily Seen, And Our
Impatience Was Not Diminished By Seeing Hanford Enter The
Elevator.
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