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thought he wasn’t going to like
rolling his own. But now he
says he’d never smoke any
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SYNOPSIS
Concerned over the disappearance of
the young wife of his wealthy
friend, Crandall White, Aaron Glaenzer
engages Motherwell, private investiga-
tor, to find her. A note from the miss-
ing woman warns her husband not to
call in the police, saying she “hoped
to come back." Mrs. White is younger
than her husband, and his devotion
has been the talk of New York. She is
known to have with her a remarkable
jewel, the "Medusa’s Head,” but her
maid, Coggeshall, thinks she had little
else of value. It is found that Mrs.
White has all her jewelry with her.
Coggeshall talks mysteriously of her
mistress being “worried." Through an
advertisement Motherwell secures the
Medusa’s head, which, he is told, an
"old woman” had thrown out of a cab.
From the finder he gets a clew which
sends him to the office of Doctor
Wentzel, consulting chemist. There
Motherwell secures a package which
he recognizes as coming from the
White home.
-Continued
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CHAPTER IV
—6—
“Why, excuse me, sir, but It’s so
clear what you think!”
“What do I think?”
Motherwell sighed impatiently.
“See here,” he said. “Here’s a girl.
Married at what—twenty-two—twen-
ty-one? That’s near enough. All ac-
counted for since then, and, perhaps,
from when she got to Paris. Perhaps
before. But a lot can happen to a
girl before she’s twenty-one. Before
she’s nineteen. Before she’s eighteen.
Well, suppose it’s happened, happened
and forgotten.
“Now, here she is, happy and se-
cure. Brilliantly secure. Everything
going her way. And then—the old
story. It turns up. Or, of course, he
turns up. A lover? Perhaps. A hus-
band? Maybe. Maybe she thought he
was dead. Maybe—in prison. Oh, yes
—it happens, you know!
“Now, in that case, it’s blackmail,
or it’s just plain principle—principle
and conscience—or it’s sheer funk.
Of course, everything she has she’ll
give up. But maybe that^s not enough.
Maybe he just wants her, and there’s
no bribe at all.”
The jeweler’s mobile face stopped
him. “I tell you, yes!” the young man
cried, “men are that way about wom-
en ! It’s happened! Anyway, she
went. And didn’t want to. Because
she hoped to come back. That is, ac-
cording to you, she wants to eat her
cake and have it, too! And all you
want to know, now, is, how much he’ll
take? Isn’t that so?”
Glaenzer threw up his hands.
“I’m afraid it is,” he said softly,
“I’m afraid it is! And can you see
any other picture, you extraordinary
boy?”
“I can’t see any picture at all,” said
Motherwell slowly, “none at all.
There’s one, the obvious one. And of
course it may be the actual one. I
don’t say that. But I do say that If I
let it get in my way, I couldn’t do any-
thing. You think Coggeshall knows
all about it. Now, I don’t. I think
she knows something, a little, a lead,
a clew. But she’s afraid to tell it.
Why? I think she had no idea that
her mistress had gone. I think she
hasn’t any idea where she has gone,
but believes she can find something
out from Wentzel. I believe if she
knew, she’d tell me.”
Mr. Glaenzer shook his head.
“Well,” he said heavily, “my head
Is too old a head to make a new pic-
ture, perhaps. But Clelia would never
have parted willingly with this,” and
he stared, half bitterly, half delight-
edly, at the frozen smile on the won-
derful lips encircled by the tiny toss-
ing serpents. “Whoever took that
from her, took the thing she loved the
best, Motherwell.”
He sighed.
“I’ll put this away,” he added and
opened the box. Lifting out the heavy,
opalescent half-globe of onyx, he shook
it free from the tissue wrappings.
“I gave her that last Christmas,” he
said. “See, the frame has slipped.”
He gathered up a handful of paper
from the bottom of the box and stared
questioningly at the young man.
“What’s this?” he asked and shook
it free.
A dark blue flashed from the paper,
and as something slipped from his
hand he seized another roll of it and
shook it out. A tnree-strand pearl
necklace fell on his lap.
“What?” cried Motherwell, and fall-
ing on the rest they unrolled them:
cool emerald and bleeding ruby, and
lace work of platinum and spray of
icy diamonds.
“Good heavens above!” cried Moth-
erwell, “they’re all here!”
The great jeweler stared at him,
pearls in his limp hand, a collar of
rubies flaming on his trouser leg.
“And I left them in the checkroom
at the club!” the young man gasped.
“And she left them in a half-wrapped
pasteboard box, on an office table!”
said Mr. Glaenzer slowly. “Poor Cran-
dall! My poor old boy!”
W. N. U HOUSTON, NO. 17-1932,
Brucca’s. parked his machine around
the corner, and hailed a lounging,
lanky boy to watch it for him.
“No nonsense, now,” he said, “no
fussing with her, mind! And give me
the horn five times if he, or anybody
like him, gets out ahead of me.”
“Yes, sir. I’ll look after it all right,
sir. Thank you, sir.”
The young man strolled into the
restaurant and peered about among
the tables.
Dissatisfied, apparently, he returned
to the street, and louqged about near
the entrance. At six twenty-five, a
stocky little German-American with a
sandy mustache hurried in, and the
cyclist entered a moment after.
“Anybody for Hunter, yet?” he
a^ked of the head waiter.
“No, sir, would you want a table?”
“If Doctor Schaffner is wanted, I
am in the corner,” the sandy mustache
interrupted. “Schaffner—don’t forget.”
The cyclist, refusing several' tables
In the center of the room, ended by
sitting next to the sandy mustache,
his back turned squarely on him. Slip-
ping out of his heavy coat, he pulled
a newspaper from his pocket and be-
gan to read.
“If anybody’s for Hunter, I’m here,”
he said loudly. “I’ll order when my
friend comes.”
Doctor Schaffner drummed Impa-
tiently on the table, and ordered cig-
arettes.
After a little he dashed out to the
entrance again, returning triumphant-
ly with a tall, dark man.
“You see,” he explained as they
seated themselves, “I have so little
time. Have you any good news for
me? Could you get any?”
“It’s my belief, doctor, there’s not a
gram in the country—not a centi-
gram,” the dark man replied.
“Oi, oi, oi! To think of that! Aw-
ful ! Awful!”
“I wired to Pittsburgh, and they
referred me to Baltimore, but—noth-
ing doing. You might as well ask for
radium—”
“Ach! Radium! I can get all the
radium I want!” fumed the little man.
“What a country! What a country!”
He played with the menu.
“Bring me some ham and eggs,” the
cyclist commanded loudly, “I can’t
wait any longer.”
Brucca’s begins to dine early. The
dark, oak-trimmed room was well
filled by now, and the rattle and clat-
ter were under way.
The two lowered their voices and
the cyclist shifted his shoulders slight-
ly but gained little by it.
“He’s nearly crazy—it’s incompre-
hensible—in-com-pre-hen-si-ble!” the
German’s voice emerged in bursts.
“After all these years—to have come
on us so suddenly—no warning—not
a hint!”
The other murmured unintelligibly.
“It’s not the money—we would give
It all back—my G—d, Hennike, she
keeps offering—”
Again the murmur.
“It’s the reputation! His reputa-
tion! What is a settled income, even,
to that—for him! And the awkward-
ness—du Liebe, see what she threat-
ens! And she means it, too. Of
course, death, that is all very well.
That is easy. But where does It leave
us?”
The dark man talked for some time.
“And so I say!” the doctor cried.
“So I tell him. These things cannot
be done! Simply, not He is as
crazy as she is. I am sorry—it is
awful. But—there are limits to hu-
man power, Hennike. It will have to
be explained. It will have to come some
time, I suppose? After all—a person’s
death is his own affair. But if we are
not careful, it will be ours!”
Silence, and hasty eating.
“You couldn’t possibly get White—
even now?” the dark man asked.
Sandy mustache cackled into irre-
pressible nervous laughter.
“White?” he mimicked, “get White!
That’s good! Man, if you could get
White, it would be worth a million
to us—a million. He’d make his for-
tune. Do
tried?”
More eating.
“I have to telephone at quarter past
seven,” Schaffner began suddenly,
“I’m getting some one out there.
We’ve only an old woman there, you
know, and she’s worn out. I’ll be
back.”
The cyclist beckoned his waiter and
paid quickly.
“Is there a telephone booth here?”
he inquired, and made his way to the
front of the restaurant.
When Schaffner slipped into the
next but one to him, he was talking
loudly.
“Well, I waited enough,” he was
saying. “No, I’m leaving. This min-
ute. No, I can’t.”
He went to the shelf of telephone
books and fumbled the leaves while
the other man got his number, then
went back, but this time to the next
booth.
“What?” he heard. “Yes, Schaffner.
Did you get her? Not before noon to-
morrow? Well, It will have to do, I
suppose. She’s free at noon? Then
bring her down with you—twelve
forty-five from Hoboken—can you
catch that? I will meet you; wait
there at the station. I want a very
special nurse, you know—no nonsense
—oh, yes, entirely mental—a marked
case of collapse—she’s thoroughly
trusty? What’s that? What?”
There was a pause.
“One moment, doctor—this is the
doctor? Doctor Wentzel wants to be
sure that it is Dr. L. P. Jarvis and not
Doctor Joseph—you’re not the brother?
You will understand, doctor, it is a
little embarrassing for me, not having
met you— Of course, of course. No,
I can’t very well discuss it— Doctor
Wentzel will give you all the details—•
Well, I can’t say that, but one night
more, I suppose, we can man-
age. . . . Yes, he Is pretty bad—no
sleep at all— No, but sometimes
these things cannot be helped, you
understand— Twelve forty-five, then,
from Hoboken? You and Miss—what
is it? Lingstrom? Very well. We
shall expect yon. Good-by.”
He hurried out of the booth, with a
quick glance at his neighbor. The
cyclist was talking In a loud, harsh
voice. But the moment his neighbor
had left the telephone room, he
stepped out and found the lanky boy
around the corner.
“Follow the short, sandy one. If
he goes to the ferry all right, or the
Hudson tube, never mind. Anywhere
else, watch him.”
“All right, sir.”
Ten-thirty found the cyclist in the
Glaenzer library. The jeweler looked
tired.
“Yes,” he said, “I went down. I
had to see him, you know. He’s five
years older. If she doesn’t come back,
I don’t think he’ll bother to live very
long, Motherwell. No, not very long!”
The young man made a sympathetic
little noise in his throat.
“I asked if he wanted to see you,
and he said no. As a matter of fact,
he has nothing to tell us. He says she
was particularly bright and cheery
a little nervous, perhaps, and change-
able, but very bright.”
“Coggeshall admits she’s been wor-
ried for a month.”
“So you said. I told him that. He’s
not very fond of Coggeshall, but is
quite sure she’s devoted to Mrs. White.
You think you’ll go out there, Mother-
well?”
“Oh, yes, decidedly.”
“But the man—this Wentzel—after
all we know what he is—what he
handles—”
“Oh, I hardly think he’ll blow me
up? Explosives would be wasted on
me, you know.
“We’ve got to see where he fits In.
I don’t believe he has her there, but
if he has, why then, we needn’t look
any further. If he hasn’t, why did
she and Coggeshall both go there?
And who was the woman she gave the
Medusa to? Perhaps the old woman
Schaffner said they had out there—
I cannot get it into my head, Mr.
Glaenzer, just why she threw that
away!”
“Surely, because the other things
could be disposed of, and that—”
“But they didn’t have the other
things!”
“You mean they didn’t know—
“I don’t believe, Mr. Glaenzer, that
anybody in that office had the re-
motest idea what was in that box!”
“Not the clerk, perhaps, but sure-
ly—”
“Not anybody,” Motherwell per-
sisted. “Why, sir, imagine leaving
that there! What piffling idiocy! It’s
incredible. They have safes, drawers
—something! Anybody has.
“But she must have told them, by
now.”
“Maybe she couldn’t,” the young
man answered thoughtfully.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
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CHAPTER V
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The old English word “spon” means
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Spoons of gold and silver are men-
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During the Tudor i>eriod the apostle
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pear shaped, the handle six squared
or hexagonal and on the end was the
figure of an apostle. A complete set
of these spoons consisted of one of
each of the twelve apostles and the
“Master” spoon with the figure of
Christ. Spoons continued in this pear
shaped form with various shaped ends
such as the diamond, acorn, or seal,
until the time of Charles I.
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