A SUCCESSFUL DISGUISE
When Josie and her little friends reached the Children's Home they
found Mary Louise waiting for them.
"It is all right," she whispered to Josie. "Dr. Weston and I have had
the whole board on the line one by one and we have talked them into
letting the poor kiddies stay. It is against the rules of the board to
take children who can give no credentials but all the same we have
worked it. Poor lambs, where else can they go? If Danny and I had not
moved into such a tiny flat we might have taken them, but as it is--"
"As it is you and Danny had better be by yourselves awhile," asserted
Josie. "You had better interest yourself in the institution and in
children in general and not particularize too much. Poor Danny has had
a hard enough time to deserve a little honeymooning period before he
adopts a lot of orphans."
Although she was so independent, Josie had a strong feeling of
sentiment and was essentially feminine in spite of her rather boyish
attire. She was a firm believer in what she called "old-fashioned love."
Danny Dexter had no better friend than the girl detective, and nobody
had understood better or sympathized more in the trials Danny had
endured the first few months of his married life than did Josie
O'Gorman.
Peter was delighted at again seeing the "story-telling lady." "I was
wondering about the robins all night," he said. "That was one reason I
stopped crying when Cousin Dink told us we must come here. You see,
Cousin Dink used to tell me if we didn't behave she would put us in a
'sylum and that folks in 'sylums didn't give you nothin' to eat but
calf neck an' sheep's tails an' sour bread an' scorched oatmeal.
Somehow, when we saw you yesterday an' you tol' me about the robins I
thought Cousin Dink might have been tellin' one of her whoppers."
By degrees Josie got from the little waifs as much of their story as
they could remember. Polly thought they had been with Cousin Dink for
about a year. She had taken them from place to place, sometimes
stopping in small villages, sometimes in great cities, but never for
more than a few weeks anywhere.
Cousin Dink semed to be a relation of Chester Hunt, and Chester Hunt,
as near as Josie could make out, was either a half-brother or
stepbrother to Stephen Waller, the father of the children. Stephen
Waller evidently was among those missing in one of the battles in the
Great War. The mother was perhaps crazed by grief and uncertainty. Why
the children should have been put in charge of such a person as Cousin
Dink remained a mystery that Josie O'Gorman was determined to solve.
Why she should have left them for the Children's Home Society to take
care of and where she had flitted in the meantime were other questions
Josie was determined to have answered. It was a case that appealed to
her detective instincts.
As was her habit, she took her story to Captain Charlie Lonsdale, chief
of police, and asked his advice. He listened carefully to all her
points.
"Sounds shady, very shady. Evidently this Dink is a bad 'un, but who is
employing you on this case?"
"Nobody. I'm just on my own, but I can't sit still and see two clever
little kids done out of home and mother and maybe a fortune just
because nobody makes it his business to dig out the evidence. I'd like
to travel a little, anyhow, so I'm going on a trip to Atlanta and see
for myself who these Wallers are and what this Chester Hunt is doing
and if the father is really dead. Sooner or later somebody is going to
want to know and your Aunt Josie is going to have that information when
it is called for."
Captain Lonsdale smiled. "The real spirit of a detective, my child, is
to be interested in every mystery whether it is your business or not. I
give you all honor because of it. But tell me, who is to defray
expenses? One can't live on curiosity."
"Almost!" laughed Josie. "But this time Mary Louise is to help me out.
I am going to take a holiday, I tell you, and go on a trip for my
health, so why shouldn't I pay for my own jaunt?"
"No reason at all. I wish I had a few like you on the force. My men are
afraid to take a taxi when it is of paramount importance to get to a
spot in a hurry. Afraid somebody won't reimburse them."
"That's not their fault," declared Josie. "I fancy they have families
to support and maybe the city is slow to recognize their expense
accounts. I have nobody to support but myself and I would pay out my
whole income just for the satisfaction of getting ahead of some crook.
This Cousin Dink is the limit for selfishness and impertinence. You
haven't advised me yet."
"Tell me first what your plans are?"
"Well, first I'm going to find out all I can here in Dorfield about
this woman. I'm thinking of staying a few days in that greasy Todgers
to get on to her all I can from the standpoint of her fellow boarders."
"Good! Then what?"
"Then I'll go on to Atlanta and see what I can see."
"Will you be traveling for your health ostensibly?"
"No indeed! I'm going to get a job as saleslady for some kind of
household novelty, house-to-house canvass."
"Good. What next?"
"When I find out all I want to know I'll come back and tell you about
it."
"Fine!"
"Any other advice to offer?" asked Josie, trying to hide a sly little
smile. One of her quiet jokes was that Captain Lonsdale always labored
under the impression that he gave her advice. Of course, his habit was
to applaud her decision, but the kindly police officer really thought
Josie's plans of campaign originated with him. She always came to him
and he always backed her up. She declared the moral support he gave her
was better than the good advice he thought he gave her.
"Nothing else," replied the kind chief. "But don't run any risks. A man
like this Chester Hunt and a woman like this Dink person are often
capable of any crime to attain their ends."
"I'll be careful," said Josie, "but I can't promise not to run risks. I
don't see what fun there is in the business without some few risks."
"Bless me, child, you are surely your father's own daughter! Pity you
weren't a son!"
"Pity nothing!" answered Josie hotly. "You have plenty of sons on your
police force. I should think you'd be glad of an occasional daughter.
Slater is a son of somebody and didn't he let the Markles get off?
Don't talk to me about sons!"
"All right, daughter, never again!" grinned the chief.
From the police station Josie went back to the Higgledy-Piggledy Shop.
She found Elizabeth Wright and Irene attending to business, which was
flourishing.
"We are missing you a lot, but I fancy we can manage," said Elizabeth.
"The laundry work is not urgent and if it does become so we shall have
to turn it down. I'd do it if I could but I'm the bummest ever."
"Just tell them I'm off on a trip for my health," suggested Josie. "You
can call it lungs or heart or just plain head if you'd rather, but I've
got to be away for many days." She then told the girls all the
complications concerning the children who had recently been gent to the
home. "Keep your eyes and ears open for me, but your mouths shut,
please. You two girls might pick up a lot to help me out. Now I must
transform the plain Josie into a giddy miss after a job selling
household and jewel novelties."
"Have you got the job?" laughed Irene.
"No, but I'm going to fix up so pretty and talk so silly I'll be sure
to get it. There is an ad in the morning paper for canvassers for
southern cities."
"Why do you go after that kind of job?" asked Elizabeth.
"Because nobody can pick up so much information concerning neighbors as
a canvasser."
Josie disappeared into her sleeping compartment, packed her suitcase,
and in half an hour emerged a changed being. The henna wig again served
its turn and her countenance was so made up that her best friends had
difficulty in recognizing her. Mary Louise, who came in at that moment,
almost had hysterics when the same old Josie spoke from behind that
painted mask.
"I wish I didn't have such a blob of a nose," she said ruefully. "There
is mighty little to be done with a nose like mine unless I have
paraffin injected under the skin right on top. Of course, I could make
it up for the stage from the outside, but not for close inspection. Are
my skirts too short for decency?"
Josie grimaced comically at her friends.
"No shorter than some we see, but to think of our Josie looking like
that!" gasped Irene. "Let's see you walk."
Josie minced off with a good deal of hip movement according to the
fashion of the day.
"I'd like to wear run-down heels, but I can't afford to ruin my feet. I
have a pair of fancy blue and gray shoes I got at a second-hand shop
and I'll put those on for dress occasions, but I'll have to wear my own
decently sensible shoes when I am at work. I am going to be in town for
a few days yet, but won't be staying here but at a swell third-class
boarding house on Centre Street. If I should come in here and you have
customers do you think you can keep straight faces?"
"We'll try!" giggled the partners.
"Here comes somebody now," cried Elizabeth. "You'd better hide!"
But there was no time to hide. The visitors turned out to be Mrs.
Wright and a Mrs. Hasbrook, a rich woman who had recently moved to
Dorfield, and according to Mrs. Wright's custom she had been among the
first to call on the newcomer and now had her in tow telling her where
to buy and what to buy. She had conducted her to the Higgledy-Piggledy
Shop as a place where her fine damask could be laundered well. Mrs.
Wright had recovered from her mortification over Elizabeth's engaging
in this strange occupation and now that the shop was proving so
successful and so fashionable she was not only reconciled but very
proud of her daughter's connection with it and she took every
opportunity to come to the shop and to bring others there.
"Where is Miss O'Gorman?" demanded Mrs. Wright. "I want Mrs. Hasbrook
to talk with her concerning this work."
"She is not in," faltered Elizabeth.
"Not in! I saw her come in not half an hour ago. Mrs. Hasbrook was
having a shampoo just across the street and I certainly saw Miss
O'Gorman enter the building and I have not seen her depart."
Elizabeth looked hopeless under this relentless questioning of her
determined parent. She turned to Josie for help. Josie arose to the
occasion with such spirit that Mary Louise and Irene were taken
completely off their guard and almost exploded with laughter. With a
lisping drawl and a voice none of her friends had ever heard before
Josie said:
"You were going to show me one of those vanity boxes. Miss O'Gorman
told me you had some for seven dollars. I met her at the corner about
five minutes ago."
"Oh, you did?" asked Mrs. Wright. "Well, I fancy I must have looked
another way for a moment." She glanced curiously at Josie, who returned
her stare with the utmost composure.
Elizabeth opened a drawer of vanity boxes and Josie crossed the room to
inspect them with an exaggerated walk which reminded Mary Louise of a
movie vamp. Again she was moved to laughter and had to pretend to
sneeze.
"I am afraid you have caught cold," said Mrs. Wright. "You must take
five grains of aspirin and go to bed. Follow it up with a dose of
aromatic spirits of ammonia and let your diet be light."
Mary Louise listened politely and Josie made her escape with her
suitcase without purchasing the vanity box.