and continued:
"The gentleman who paid the money remained here from four until nine
o'clock while I, personally, counted it. As I counted it I placed it in
canvas bags and when he had gone I took these bags from this room into
that," he indicated a closed door to his right, "and personally stowed
them away in the safe. I closed and locked the door of the safe myself;
I _know_ that it _was_ locked. And that's all, except this morning the
money was gone--every dollar of it."
"Safe blown?" inquired Mr. Grimm.
"No, Señor!" exclaimed the diplomatist with sudden violence. "No, the
safe was not blown! It was _closed and locked_, exactly as I had left
it!"
Mr. Grimm was idly twisting the seal ring on his little finger.
"Just as I left it!" Señor Rodriguez repeated excitedly. "Last night
after I locked the safe door I tried it to make certain that it _was_
locked. I happened to notice then that the pointer on the dial had
stopped precisely at number forty-five. This morning, when I unlocked
the safe--and, of course, I didn't know then that the money had been
taken--the pointer was still at number forty-five."
He paused with one hand in the air; Mr. Grimm continued to twist the
seal ring.
"It was all like--like some trick on the stage," the minister went on,
"like the magician's disappearing lady, or--or--! It was as though I had
not put the money into the safe at all!"
"Did you?" inquired Mr. Grimm amiably.
"Did I?" blazed Señor Rodriguez. "Why, Señor--! I did!" he concluded
meekly.
Mr. Grimm believed him.
"Who else knows the combination of the safe?" he queried.
"No one, Señor--not a living soul."
"Your secretary, for instance?"
"Not even my secretary."
"Some servant--some member of your family?"
"I tell you, Señor, not one person in all the world knew that
combination except myself," Señor Rodriguez insisted.
"Your secretary--a servant--some member of your family might have seen
you unlock the safe some time, and thus learned the combination?"
Señor Rodriguez did not quite know whether to be annoyed at Mr. Grimm's
persistence, or to admire the tenacity with which he held to this one
point.
"You must understand, Señor Grimm, that many state documents are kept
in the safe," he said finally, "therefore it is not advisable that any
one should know the combination. I have made it an absolute rule, as did
my predecessors here, never to unlock the safe in the presence of
another person."
"State documents!" Mr. Grimm's lips silently repeated the words. Then
aloud: "Perhaps there's a record of the combination somewhere? If you
had died suddenly, for instance, how would the safe have been opened?"
"There would have been only one way, Señor--blow it open. There is no
record."
"Well, if we accept all that as true," observed Mr. Grimm musingly, "it
would seem that you either didn't put the money into the safe at all,
or--please sit down, there's nothing personal in this--or else the money
was taken out of the safe without it being unlocked. This last would
have been a miracle, and this is not the day of miracles, therefore--!"
Mr. Grimm's well modulated voice trailed off into silence. Señor
Rodriguez came to his feet with a blaze of anger in his eyes; Mr. Grimm
was watching him curiously.
"I understand then, Señor," said the minister deliberately, "that you
believe that I--!"
"I believe that you have told the truth," interrupted Mr. Grimm
placidly, "that is the truth so far as you know it. But you have stated
one thing in error. Somebody besides yourself _does_ know the
combination. Whether they knew it or not at this time yesterday I can't
say, but somebody knows it now."
Señor Rodriguez drew a deep breath of relief. The implied accusation had
been withdrawn as pleasantly and frankly as it had been put forward.
"I ran across a chap in New York once, for instance," Mr. Grimm took the
trouble to explain, "who could unlock any safe--that is, any safe of the
kind used at that time--twelve or fourteen years ago. So you see. I
doubt if he would be so successful with the new models, with all their
improvements, but then--! You know he would have made an ideal burglar,
that chap. Now, Señor, who lives here in the legation with you?"
"My secretary, Señor Diaz, my daughter Inez, and just at the moment, a
Miss Thorne--Miss Isabel Thorne," the señor informed him. "Also four
servants--two men and two women."
"I've had the pleasure of meeting your daughter and Miss Thorne," Mr.
Grimm informed him. "Now, suppose we take a look at the safe?"
"Certainly."
Señor Rodriguez started toward the closed door just as there came a
timid knock from the hall. He glanced at Mr. Grimm, who nodded, then he
called:
"Come in!"
The door opened, and Miss Thorne entered. She was clad in some filmy,
gossamer-like morning gown with her radiant hair caught up on her white
neck. At sight of Mr. Grimm the blue-gray eyes opened as if in
surprise, and she paused irresolutely.
"I beg your pardon, Señor," she said, addressing the diplomatist. "I did
not know you were engaged. And Mr. Grimm!" She extended a slim, white
hand, and the young man bowed low over it. "We are old friends," she
explained, smilingly, to the minister. Then: "I think I must have
dropped my handkerchief when I was in here yesterday with Inez. Perhaps
you found it?"
"_Si, Señorita_," replied Señor Rodriguez gallantly. "It is on my desk
in here. Just a moment."
He opened the door and passed into the adjoining room. Mr. Grimm's eyes
met those of Miss Isabel Thorne, and there was no listlessness in them
now, only interest. She smiled at him tauntingly and lowered her lids.
Señor Rodriguez appeared from the other room with the handkerchief.
"_Mil gracias, Señor_," she thanked him.
"_No hay de que, Señorita_," he returned, as he opened the door for
her.
"_Monsieur Grimm, au revoir_!" She dropped a little curtsey, and still
smiling, went out.
"She is charming, Señor," the diplomatist assured him enthusiastically,
albeit irrelevantly. "Such vivacity, such personality, such--such--she
is charming."
"The safe, please," Mr. Grimm reminded him.
X
A SAFE OPENING
Together they entered the adjoining room, which was small compared to
the one they had just left. Señor Rodriguez used it as a private office.
His desk was on their right between two windows overlooking the same
pleasant little garden which was visible from the suite of tiny
drawing-rooms farther along. The safe, a formidable looking receptacle
of black enameled steel, stood at their left, closed and locked. The
remaining wall space of the room was given over to oak cabinets,
evidently a storage place for the less important legation papers.
"Has any one besides yourself been in this room to-day?" Mr. Grimm
inquired.
"Not a soul, Señor," was the reply.
Mr. Grimm went over and examined the windows. They were both locked
inside; and there were no marks of any sort on the sills.
"They are just as I left them last night," explained Señor Rodriguez. "I
have not touched them to-day."
"And there's only one door," mused Mr. Grimm, meaning that by which they
had entered. "So it would appear that whoever was here last night
entered through that room. Very well."
He walked around the room once, opening and shutting the doors of the
cabinets as he passed, and finally paused in front of the safe. A brief
examination of the nickeled dial and handle and of the enameled edges of
the heavy door satisfied him that no force had been employed--the safe
had merely been unlocked. Whereupon he sat himself down, cross-legged on
the floor, in front of it.
"What are the first and second figures of the combination?" he asked.
"Thirty-six, then back to ten."
Mr. Grimm set the dial at thirty-six, and then, with his ear pressed
closely against the polished door, turned the dial slowly back. Señor
Rodriguez stood looking on helplessly, but none the less intently. The
pointer read ten, then nine, eight, seven, five. Mr. Grimm gazed at it
thoughtfully, after which he did it all over again, placidly and without
haste.
"Now, we'll look inside, please," he requested, rising.
Señor Rodriguez unlocked the safe the while Mr. Grimm respectfully
turned his eyes away, then pulled the door wide open. The books had been
piled one on top of another and thrust into various pigeonholes at the
top. Mr. Grimm understood that this disorder was the result of making
room at the bottom for the bulk of gold, and asked no questions.
Instead, he sat down upon the floor again.
"The lock on this private compartment at the top is broken," he remarked
after a moment.
"_Si, Señor_," the diplomatist agreed. "Evidently the robbers were not
content with only fifty thousand dollars in gold--they imagined that
something else of value was hidden there."
"Was there?" asked Mr. Grimm naively. He didn't look around.
"Nothing of monetary value," the señor explained. "There were some
important state papers in there--they are there yet--but no money."
"None of the papers was stolen?"
"No, Señor. There were only nine packets--they are there yet."
"Contents all right?"
"Yes. I personally looked them over."
Mr. Grimm drew out the packets of papers, one by one. They were all
unsealed save the last. When he reached for that, Señor Rodriguez made a
quick, involuntary motion toward it with his hand.
"This one's sealed," commented Mr. Grimm. "It doesn't happen that you
opened it and sealed it again?"
Señor Rodriguez stood staring at him blankly for a moment, then some
sudden apprehension was aroused, for a startled look came into his eyes,
and again he reached for the packet.
"_Dios mio_!" he exclaimed, "let me see, Señor."
"Going to open it?" asked Mr. Grimm.
"Yes, Señor. I had not thought of it before."
Mr. Grimm rose and walked over to the window where the light was better.
He scrutinized the sealed packet closely. There were three red splotches
of wax upon it, each impressed with the legation seal; the envelope was
without marks otherwise. He turned and twisted it aimlessly, and peered
curiously at the various seals, after which he handed it to the frankly
impatient diplomatist.
Señor Rodriguez opened it, with nervous, twitching fingers. Mr. Grimm
had turned toward the safe again, but he heard the crackle of parchment
as some document was drawn out of the envelope, and then came a deep
sigh of relief. Having satisfied his sudden fears for the safety of the
paper, whatever it was, the señor placed it in another envelope and
sealed it again with elaborate care. Mr. Grimm dropped into the swivel
chair at the desk.
"Señor," he inquired pleasantly, "your daughter and Miss Thorne were in
this room yesterday afternoon?"
"Yes," replied the diplomatist as if surprised at the question.
"What time, please?"
"About three o'clock. They were going out driving. Why?"
"And just where, please, did you find that handkerchief?" continued Mr.
Grimm.
"Handkerchief?" repeated the diplomatist. "You mean Miss Thorne's
handkerchief?" He paused and regarded Mr. Grimm keenly. "Señor, what am
I to understand from that question?"
"It was plain enough," replied Mr. Grimm. "Where did you find that
handkerchief?" There was silence for an instant. "In this room?"
"Yes," replied Señor Rodriguez at last.
"Near the safe?" Mr. Grimm persisted.
"Yes," came the slow reply, again. "Just here," and he indicated a spot
a little to the left of the safe.
"And _when_ did you find it? Yesterday afternoon? Last night? This
morning?"
"This morning," and without any apparent reason the diplomatist's face
turned deathly white.
"But, Señor--Señor, you are mistaken! There can be nothing--! A woman!
Two hundred pounds of gold! Señor!"
Mr. Grimm was still pleasant about it; his curiosity was absolutely
impersonal; his eyes, grown listless again, were turned straight into
the other's face.
"If that handkerchief had been there last night, Señor," he resumed
quietly, "wouldn't you have noticed it when you placed the gold in the
safe?"
Señor Rodriguez stared at him a long time.
"I don't know," he said, at last. He dropped back into a chair with his
face in his hands. "Señor," he burst out suddenly, impetuously, after a
moment, "if the gold is not recovered I am ruined. You understand that
better than I can tell you. It's the kind of thing that could not be
explained to my government." He rose suddenly and faced the impassive
young man, with merciless determination in his face. "You must find the
gold, Señor," he said.
"No matter who may be--who may suffer?" inquired Mr. Grimm.
"Find the gold, Señor!"
"Very well," commented Mr. Grimm, without moving. "Do me the favor,
please, to regain possession of the handkerchief you just returned to
Miss Thorne, and to send to me here your secretary, Señor Diaz, and your
servants, one by one. I shall question them alone. No, don't be alarmed.
Unless they know of the robbery they shall get no inkling of it from me.
First, be good enough to replace the packet in the safe, and lock it."
Señor Rodriguez replaced the packet without question, afterward locking
the door, then went out. A moment later Señor Diaz appeared. He remained
with Mr. Grimm for just eight minutes. Señor Rodriguez entered again as
his secretary passed on, and laid a lace handkerchief on the desk. Mr.
Grimm stared at it curiously for a long time.
"It's the same handkerchief?"
"_Si, Señor_."
"There's no doubt whatever about it?"
"No, Señor, I got it by--!"
"It's of no consequence," interrupted Mr. Grimm. "Now the servants,
please--the men first."
The first of the men servants was in the room two minutes; the
second--the butler--was there five minutes; one of the women was not
questioned at all; the other remained ten minutes. Mr. Grimm followed
her into the hall; Señor Rodriguez stood there helpless, impatient.
"Well?" he demanded eagerly.
"I'm going out a little while," replied Mr. Grimm placidly. "No one has
even an intimation of the affair--please keep the matter absolutely to
yourself until I return."
That was all. The door opened and closed, and he was gone.
At the end of an hour he returned, passed on through to the
diplomatist's private office, sat down in front of the locked safe
again, and set the dial at thirty-six. Señor Rodriguez looked on,
astonished, as Mr. Grimm pressed the soft rubber sounder of a
stethoscope against the safe door and began turning the dial back toward
ten, slowly, slowly. Thirty-five minutes later the lock clicked. Mr.
Grimm rose, turned the handle, and pulled the safe door open.
"That's how it was done," he explained to the amazed diplomatist. "And
now, please, have a servant hand my card to Miss Thorne."
XI
THE LACE HANDKERCHIEF
Still wearing the graceful, filmy morning gown, with an added touch, of
scarlet in her hair--a single red rose--Miss Thorne came into the
drawing-room where Mr. Grimm sat waiting. There was curiosity in her
manner, thinly veiled, but the haunting smile still lingered about her
lips. Mr. Grimm bowed low, and placed a chair for her, after which he
stood for a time staring down at one slim, white hand at rest on the arm
of the seat. At last, he, too, sat down.
"I believe," he said slowly, without preliminaries, "this is your
handkerchief?"
He offered the lacy trifle, odd in design, unique in workmanship,
obviously of foreign texture, and she accepted it.
"Yes," she agreed readily, "I must have dropped it again."
"That is the one handed to you by Señor Rodriguez," Mr. Grimm told her.
"I think you said you lost it in his office yesterday afternoon?"
"Yes?" She nodded inquiringly.
"It may interest you to know that Señor Rodriguez's butler positively
identifies it as one he restored to you twice at dinner last evening,
between seven and nine o'clock," Mr. Grimm went on dispassionately.
"Indeed!" exclaimed Miss Thorne.
"The señor identifies it as one he found this morning in his office,"
Mr. Grimm explained obligingly. "During the night fifty thousand dollars
in gold were stolen from his safe."
There was not the slightest change of expression in her face; the
blue-gray eyes were still inquiring in their gaze, the white hands still
at rest, the scarlet lips still curled slightly, an echo of a smile.
"No force was used in opening the safe," Mr. Grimm resumed. "It was
unlocked. It's an old model and I have demonstrated how it could have
been opened either with the assistance of a stethoscope, which catches
the sound of the tumbler in the lock, or by a person of acute hearing."
Miss Thorne sat motionless, waiting.
"All this means--what?" she inquired, at length.
"I'll trouble you, please, to return the money," requested Mr. Grimm
courteously. "No reason appears why you should have taken it. But I'm
not seeking reasons, nor am I seeking disagreeable publicity--only the
money."
"It seems to me you attach undue importance to the handkerchief," she
objected.
"That's a matter of opinion," Mr. Grimm remarked. "It would be useless,
even tedious, to attempt to disprove a burglar theory, but against it is
the difficulty of entrance, the weight of the gold, the ingenious method
of opening the safe, and the assumption that not more than six persons
knew the money was in the safe; while a person in the house _might_ have
learned it in any of a dozen ways. And, in addition, is the fact that
the handkerchief is odd, therefore noticeable. A lace expert assures me
there's probably not another like it in the world."
He stopped. Miss Thorne's eyes sparkled and a smile seemed to be tugging
at the corners of her mouth. She spread out the handkerchief on her
knees.
"You could identify this again, of course?" she queried.
"Yes."
She thoughtfully crumpled up the bit of lace in both hands, then opened
them. There were two handkerchiefs now--they were identical.
"Which is it, please?" she asked.
If Mr. Grimm was disappointed there was not a trace of it on his face.
She laughed outright, gleefully, mockingly, then, demurely:
"Pardon me! You see, it's absurd. The handkerchief the butler restored
to me at dinner, after I lost one in the señor's office, might have been
either of these, or one of ten other duplicates in my room, all given to
me by her Maj--I mean," she corrected quickly, "by a friend in Europe."
She was silent for a moment. "Is that all?"
"No," replied Mr. Grimm gravely, decisively. "I'm not satisfied. I shall
insist upon the return of the money, and if it is not forthcoming I dare
say Count di Rosini, the Italian ambassador, would be pleased to give
his personal check rather than have the matter become public." She
started to interrupt; he went on. "In any event you will be requested to
leave the country."
Then, and not until then, a decided change came over Miss Thorne's face.
A deeper color leaped to her cheeks, the smile faded from her lips, and
there was a flash of uneasiness in her eyes.
"But if I am innocent?" she protested.
"You must prove it," continued Mr. Grimm mercilessly. "Personally, I am
convinced, and Count di Rosini has practically assured me that--"
"It's unjust!" she interrupted passionately. "It's--it's--you have
proved nothing. It's unheard of! It's beyond--!"
Suddenly she became silent. A minute, two minutes, three minutes passed;
Mr. Grimm waited patiently.
"Will you give me time and opportunity to prove my innocence?" she
demanded finally. "And if I _do_ convince you--?"
"I should be delighted to believe that I have made a mistake," Mr. Grimm
assured her. "How much time? One day? Two days?"
"I will let you know within an hour at your office," she told him.
Mr. Grimm rose.
"And meanwhile, in case of accident, I shall look to Count di Rosini for
adjustment," he added pointedly. "Good morning."
One hour and ten minutes later he received this note, unsigned:
"Closed carriage will stop for you at southeast corner of Pennsylvania
Avenue and Fourteenth Street to-night at one."
He was there; the carriage was on time; and my lady of mystery was
inside. He stepped in and they swung out into Pennsylvania Avenue,
noiselessly over the asphalt.
"Should the gold be placed in your hands now, within the hour," she
queried solicitously, "would it be necessary for you to know who was
the--the thief?"
"It would," Mr. Grimm responded without hesitation.
"Even if it destroyed a reputation?" she pleaded.
"The Secret Service rarely destroys a reputation, Miss Thorne, although
it holds itself in readiness to do so. I dare say in this case there
would be no arrest or prosecution, because of--of reasons which appear
to be good."
"There wouldn't?" and there was a note of eagerness in her voice. "The
identity of the guilty person would never appear?"
"It would become a matter of record in our office, but beyond that I
think not--at least in this one instance."
Miss Thorne sat silent for a block or more.
"You'll admit, Mr. Grimm, that you have forced me into a most remarkable
position. You seemed convinced of my guilt, and, if you'll pardon me,
without reason; then you made it compulsory upon me to establish my
innocence. The only way for me to do that was to find the guilty one. I
have done it, and I'm sorry, because it's a little tragedy."
Mr. Grimm waited.
"It's a girl high in diplomatic society. Her father's position is an
honorable rather than a lucrative one; he has no fortune. This girl
moves in a certain set devoted to bridge, and stakes are high. She
played and won, and played and won, and on and on, until her winnings
were about eight thousand dollars. Then luck turned. She began to lose.
Her money went, but she continued to play desperately. Finally some old
family jewels were pawned without her father's knowledge, and ultimately
they were lost. One day she awoke to the fact that she owed some nine or
ten thousand dollars in bridge debts. They were pressing and there was
no way to meet them. This meant exposure and utter ruin, and women do
strange things, Mr. Grimm, to postpone such an ending to social
aspirations. I know this much is true, for she related it all to me
herself.
"At last, in some way--a misplaced letter, perhaps, or a word
overheard--she learned that fifty thousand dollars would be in the
legation safe overnight, and evidently she learned the precise night."
She paused a moment. "Here is the address of a man in Baltimore, Thomas
Q. Griswold," and she passed a card to Mr. Grimm, who sat motionless,
listening. "About four years ago the combination on the legation safe
was changed. This man was sent here to make the change, therefore some
one besides Señor Rodriguez _does_ know the combination. I have
communicated with this man to-day, for I saw the possibility of just
such a thing as this instead of your stethoscope. By a trick and a
forged letter this girl obtained the combination from this man."
Mr. Grimm drew a long breath.
"She intended to take, perhaps, only what she desperately needed--but at
sight of it all--do you see what must have been the temptation then? We
get out here."
There were many unanswered questions in Mr. Grimm's mind. He repressed
them for the time, stepped out and assisted Miss Thorne to alight. The
carriage had turned out of Pennsylvania Avenue, and at the moment he
didn't quite place himself. A narrow passageway opened before
them--evidently the rear entrance to a house possibly in the next
street. Miss Thorne led the way unhesitatingly, cautiously unlocked the
door, and together they entered a hall. Then there was a short flight of
stairs, and they stepped into a room, one of a suite. She closed the
door and turned on the lights.
"The bags of gold are in the next room," she said with the utmost
composure.
Mr. Grimm dragged them out of a dark closet, opened one--there were
ten--and allowed the coins to dribble through his fingers. Finally he
turned and stared at Miss Thorne, who, pallid and weary, stood looking
on.
"Where are we?" he asked. "What house is this?"
"The Venezuelan legation," she answered. "We are standing less than
forty feet from the safe that was robbed. You see how easy--!"
"And whose room?" inquired Mr. Grimm slowly.
"Must I answer?" she asked appealingly.
"You must!"