Nick Carter returned to the Wilton House at one o’clock. He found Chick
and Patsy waiting for him, both of whom quickly told him what they
had learned that morning, and then heard his own brief report of the
inquest.
“By Jove, you were right!” Chick then said seriously. “It now is a
cinch that Todd was murdered.”
“I felt reasonably sure of it from the first,” the detective replied.
“But who killed him?” put in Patsy. “That’s the question. You say you
are sure, chief, that Paulding did not do it.”
“Yes, absolutely.”
“What’s your game, then? Why did you frame up a deal with him, telling
him he might not be suspected and afterward advise having him arrested?”
“Superficially, Patsy, that does appear quite inconsistent,” said Nick,
smiling. “In reality, however, I called on Paulding only to get his
measure and convince myself of his innocence. I want him arrested,
nevertheless, in order that Todd’s assassin, as to whose identity and
motive we are entirely in the dark, may think the police are sure they
have the right man. That will relieve him of fears that otherwise
would put him on his guard. We then can get in our work with much less
difficulty.”
“There is something in that, chief, all right,” Patsy quickly allowed.
“It’s up to us to find the right man, however, and now a word about
your report,” Nick added. “From what little the telephone girl heard,
it is very evident that Todd was called to the Waldmere Chambers and
directed to wait in the corridor either by the man who killed him or by
a man in league with or acting under the instructions of the assassin.
In other words, Todd was lured there only to be murdered.”
“Plainly enough,” Chick agreed. “We can safely bank on that.”
“We know, too, that Paulding then was in the building to confer with a
client,” Carter continued. “Being convinced of his innocence, I know it
was not he who telephoned to Todd.”
“Surely not.”
“The fact that he was there, however, is very significant.”
“Of what, chief?” questioned Patsy.
“He may have been seen by some person anxious to kill Todd and who,
knowing their unfriendly relations, and that Paulding would presently
leave, took advantage of the situation to lure Todd there, taking a
chance that he could kill him unobserved by others immediately after
Paulding departed, believing that the latter then would be suspected.”
“That’s plausible,” Chick nodded.
“And that’s why Todd was directed to wait in the corridor,” Carter
pointed out. “The assassin wanted him to be there when Paulding left
the building. The fact that he was not seen by Paulding, however,
and that he could confidently plan such a crime, as well as commit
it, without being seen or heard, shows that he must have had several
advantages. He may be a tenant in the building. It would not be easy or
discreet for an outsider to have undertaken it.”
“That’s true, by Jove, and quite suggestive.”
“Furthermore, he evidently knew that Todd would obey his instructions
or his commands, which indicates that he may have had a hold on him of
some kind. Otherwise, Todd might not have left his desk in business
hours to keep the appointment.”
“True again, chief.”
“He referred to himself as Todd’s running mate, moreover, if the
telephone girl heard correctly,” said Nick. “Plainly, then, they
have been intimately related in some way, either in business or as
friends, and Todd naturally would not have apprehended anything like
assassination.”
“Surely not, chief,” said Patsy.
“We next must learn, therefore, with whom Todd was specially friendly,
and whom he has been visiting in the Waldmere Chambers.”
“That’s the stuff, chief, for fair.”
“You set about it this afternoon, Patsy,” Carter directed. “Now, Chick,
concerning Nellie Fielding. You have not seen her?”
“Not yet,” said Chick. “It was nearly one o’clock when I left the
Alhambra, and I decided to report to you and have a bite to eat
before seeking the girl. I warned Hewitt and his ticket seller not to
communicate with her.”
“See her after lunch, then, and be governed by what she says and how
she appears,” Carter directed. “It may be wise to shadow her, in case
she is playing a deeper game than appears on the surface. If alarmed by
your inquiries, she may attempt to warn others.”
“Possibly. I’ll keep an eye on her, chief, at all events.”
“There may be a connection between the several cases, Todd’s murder and
the mystery involving these four girls,” Carter added. “I shall see
Doctor Devoll this afternoon. I want to know just what he thinks about
them, and the strange condition in which they were found.”
It was three o’clock when Chick approached Boyden’s restaurant in
Middle Street. A man of middle age was standing in the doorway, whose
interest in the appearance of one of the adjoining windows denoted that
he was the proprietor. He walked out, and was to leave in a moment,
when Chick, without having approached near enough to be seen from
within, paused and asked:
“Are you Mr. Boyden?”
“I am,” said the latter. “Were you looking for me?”
“I want to inquire about a girl in your employ. It is in connection
with some legal investigations, but in which the girl figures only
indirectly,” Chick blandly explained. “Her name is Nellie Fielding.”
“What do you wish to learn about her?” Boyden questioned.
“How long has she been working for you?”
“About a year.”
“Is she married?”
“No, indeed. She is only nineteen, and is the only support of a
crippled sister.”
“That speaks well for her,” Chick remarked tentatively.
“Not more so than she deserves,” Boyden quickly assured him. “Nellie
is a very good girl, none better, sir, as far as that goes. She has no
means beyond what she earns, but she is strictly honest and reliable.”
“Her character and habits are good?”
“Yes, indeed, or she would not be in my employ.”
“I want to talk with her for a few moments.”
“Go ahead. You’ll find her at the office counter. She acts as my
cashier when I am out. I have an appointment, or I would go in and
introduce you.”
“Thank you, but that is not necessary,” said Chick. “I want only a few
words with her.”
Boyden bowed and departed without replying, and Chick turned toward the
restaurant door. The information he had received was all to the girl’s
credit. It denoted that evil and deception were entirely foreign to her
nature. Chick knew that she had lied to Doctor Devoll, nevertheless,
and he was determined to learn for what reason.
There were only a few scattered patrons in the restaurant at that
hour, and he found Nellie Fielding at leisure, standing behind a small
counter on which were a cash register and a cigar case. He approached
and bought some cigars from her, at once favorably impressed with her
neat appearance and modest bearing.
“You are Miss Fielding, I believe,” he remarked while paying her.
“Yes, sir,” she replied, smiling at him over the cash register. “That
is my name.”
“There is a little matter about which I wish to question you,” said
Chick. “I refer to what occurred last evening when you--there, don’t be
alarmed!” he quickly digressed. “There is nothing for you to fear, Miss
Fielding, if you have done nothing wrong, and I feel quite sure that
you have not.”
She had turned very pale, with a frightened expression leaping up in
her eyes. She shrank from him, trembling perceptibly, until his hasty
assurance somewhat relieved her.
“No, no, I have done nothing wrong, sir,” she protested, with quite
pathetic fervor. “How did you know--how did you learn about it? I did
only what I--oh, sir, I could see nothing else to do! I--I wanted to
avoid publicity.”
“Compose yourself,” Chick said quietly. “I can see quite plainly that
you were more sinned against than sinner. You have nothing to fear from
me, Miss Fielding, if you tell me the truth, and I think there will be
no need for any publicity.”
“Are you a policeman?” she asked tremulously.
“I am a detective,” Chick admitted. “You must not mention it to others,
however, or the fact that I have questioned you. There have been other
cases very like your own, Miss Fielding, and I am quietly investigating
them. You must tell me the truth, therefore, and I think I can safely
assure you that it will be only to your advantage. Will you do so?”
“Yes, yes,” she replied, much relieved by Chick’s kindly voice and
manner. “As a matter of fact, sir, I really have nothing to conceal. I
am anxious only to avoid publicity.”
“That is why you gave Doctor Devoll a fictitious name?” Chick asked,
smiling.
“Yes, yes,” Nellie admitted, coloring deeply. “But I had one other
reason also.”
“What was that?”
“I will tell you just what occurred. You then will understand and
perhaps will appreciate my feelings.”
“I think so.” Chick bowed. “Tell me frankly. I would be glad to
befriend you in any way.”
“It was like this, sir.” The girl leaned nearer to him over the show
case and spoke with lowered voice. “I had been alone to the Alhambra,
and the show was an unusually long one. It was after eleven o’clock
when it ended. I came out with the crowd and turned up Main Street to
go home. I had walked only a short distance, not more than a block,
and the sidewalk still was quite crowded, when I felt something touch
my hand. I turned quickly and glanced at the nearest person, but none
seemed to have any interest in me or to be the one who had left it.”
“Left what?” Chick inquired curiously.
“The leather bag.” Miss Fielding gazed at him more intently, as if
really glad to have found some one in whom she could confide and depend
upon for advice. “The leather bag--it had been placed in my hand by
some person. That is to say, sir, I now think that it was, though I
then was not quite sure of it.”
“Why so? Explain,” said Chick attentively.
“Well, sir, there were many people passing in each direction at the
time, and it all occurred so quickly and was so very singular that I
was quite confused. But there was the leather bag in my right hand,
and I thought at first that I might accidentally have torn it from the
belt or the long neck chain of some passing woman. I could see no woman
near me, however, and I now feel sure that the bag was quickly and
stealthily placed in my hand.”
“That was, indeed, a strange experience,” said Chick. “What did you do
about it? What followed?”
“I looked for some one from whom I could have accidentally taken it or
who might have given it to me,” Nellie continued. “As I already have
said, however, no one appeared to have any interest in me, and there
was no woman near me.”
“Was it a woman’s hand bag or a purse?”
“It was more like a small purse, one that could be easily held in one
hand,” Nellie explained. “I felt the shape and heard the clink of coins
in it, moreover, which made me think it was a purse. And then I--oh,
sir, I’m only a poor girl, dependent upon what I earn to support myself
and a crippled sister--I thought I had come into possession of some
money. I did wrong. I was impelled to keep it. I yielded to temptation.
I----”
“All that was perfectly natural, Miss Fielding, under the
circumstances,” Chick kindly interposed when tears suddenly appeared in
her blue eyes. “You cannot be consistently blamed. Tell me what you did
and what followed?”
“When I saw that I was not observed, or so it then appeared, I
concealed the bag under my coat and hurried on for a short distance,
until I could safely look into it and learn what it contained. I did so
under a lamp on a corner, when well away from the crowd that had left
the theater.”
“What did you find in the bag?” Chick inquired.
“It contained a small handkerchief, some gold coins, and a diamond
ring. Oh, how it glittered!” she exclaimed, with quiet enthusiasm. “I
gasped with amazement when I saw it. I bent my head nearer to peer into
the bag, and then--oh, what a strange feeling came over me!”
“Explain,” said Chick. “Describe it.”
“I don’t know that I can,” Miss Fielding replied. “I never felt so
before. I seemed to be losing myself, so to speak, and everything
suddenly grew dim.”
“Did you feel ill or----”
“No, sir, not at all. The sensation was only momentary, as when one
suddenly faints. Then all became dark. I don’t know what I did or what
followed. I knew nothing more, sir, until I revived on a cot in the
hospital and saw the physician and the nurse bending over me. That is
all I know about it, sir, all I can tell you.”
Chick had been watching her intently, and he was sure that she had
told the truth. It was a strange story, nevertheless, a remarkable
experience, and he began to rack his brain for an explanation.
“I believe all you have said, Miss Fielding,” he assured her. “Have you
any idea what overcame you?”
“No, sir,” said she earnestly. “Not the slightest idea. It is terribly
mysterious.”
“Did it occur immediately after you opened the bag?”
“Yes, sir, almost immediately; surely within two or three seconds.”
“When you bent nearer to look into the bag?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Had you removed the handkerchief?”
“No, sir. The gold coins and ring were on top of it.”
“Had you detected any odor from it, that of perfumery or----”
“No, sir, nothing,” Nellie interposed. “I would have done so, perhaps,
if there had been any, for I held it quite near my face.”
“That is the very point,” said Chick, smiling. “I now suspect that the
handkerchief was impregnated with some odorless, but very powerful
drug, which instantly affected you. Naturally, in your surprise, you
would have inhaled it freely, and I think that is how you were so
quickly overcome.”
“That may explain it,” Miss Fielding admitted. “But it all was very,
very strange.”
“Can you recall anything that immediately followed?”
“No, sir, absolutely nothing.”
“But you can tell me just where it occurred?”
“Oh, yes,” Nellie nodded quickly. “It was on the corner of Main and
Maple Streets. There is an all-night lunch cart nearly opposite. I
remember seeing it, and that is why I am sure of the precise location.”
“Very good,” said Chick, smiling again. “Now tell me, Miss Fielding,
why you asked for the leather bag before leaving the hospital. You
claimed to have missed it.”
“I did, sir,” she readily admitted. “I suddenly remembered it and
thought I would take it and try to find the owner. I did not think of
its having been the cause of my trouble.”
“But why did you not explain the circumstances to Doctor Devoll and
insist upon searching for the bag? You afterward said you were not sure
you had it.”
“Well, sir, it suddenly occurred to me that I might be suspected of
stealing it,” Nellie explained, blushing again. “That thought alarmed
me, and I was anxious only to leave the hospital and go home as quickly
as possible. That is why, too, I gave the physician a false name and
address. I wanted to wash my hands of the whole affair and avoid any
publicity.”
“Very good. I don’t much blame you,” Chick laughed, with a nod of
approval. “I guess you have told me a straight story, Miss Fielding.”
“I have told you the truth, sir,” she said earnestly. “I hope nothing
more will----”
“Oh, there is nothing for you to fear,” Chick hastened to assure her.
“Say nothing about it to others or about me, and you probably will hear
no more of it. If you do learn anything more, however, write for me to
call and see you. A line to John Blaisdell, Wilton House, will reach
me.”
Miss Fielding promised to comply, and wrote the name on a sheet of
paper.
Chick said a few more words to reassure her, and he then departed
and hastened to the corner of Main and Maple Streets, where the girl
had so mysteriously lost consciousness. He saw at a glance that the
surroundings, aside from the lunch cart a few rods away, would have
been favorable at midnight for the knavish trick that he now was sure
had been turned.
Crossing over, he found the proprietor of the lunch cart alone, and he
called him to the door, a shrewd, keen-eyed Irish chap in the twenties.
“I’m looking into a job that was pulled off about twelve o’clock
night before last,” Chick informed him. “Did you happen to see a girl
standing alone on the opposite corner about that time?”
“Faith, sir, I did,” nodded the other quickly. “I was here at my door,
sir, hoping to hook onto some customers from the theater. The girl
stopped under the lamp and was looking at something.”
“That’s the one,” said Chick. “Do you know how long she remained there?”
“Not more than a couple of minutes. Then a man joined her and a motor
cab showed up. They got into it and rode away.”
“With the cabman?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Can you describe either man?” asked Chick.
“Faith, I don’t think so,” was the reply. “I didn’t notice them
closely, not thinking of anything wrong. Besides, the cabman didn’t
leave his seat. The other was about medium size, I’d say, and wore a
dark suit. I would not swear to it, but I think he had a dark beard,
too.”
“Quite likely,” Chick said dryly. “Do you know from which direction he
came?”
“Up the street, sir. I reckoned that he was following the girl, and
that she was waiting for him. That’s how it struck me.”
“Did the cab come from the same direction?”
“It did. I supposed the man had called it.”
“Did the girl go with him willingly?”
“She sure did, sir, for all I could see. The man took her arm and
helped her in, and then they rode away. That’s all there was to it.”
Chick saw that this man could tell him nothing more definite, and he
left him, to believe, as he had said, that there was nothing more to it.
“All the same, by Jove, the mystery seems only the deeper,” he said
to himself while walking away. “Why was Nellie Fielding, as well as
three girls before her, temporarily abducted and left unconscious in
the hospital grounds? Neither was subjected to any further harm, any
personal outrage, and robbery surely was not the motive. What was it,
then? What could be gained? Why were such chances repeatedly taken?
There must have been something to gain, but I’ll be hanged if I can
fathom what. Deeper mystery is right. There must be a big game or a
most knavish one, somewhere under the surface.”