WHARF 32.
Harris Burnett, who was merely an agent sent by Kelly, by order of
William Dow, had exactly followed the latter’s instructions. In spite
of the courage and strength of the captain and detective, he reinforced
them none too soon, for Gobson, mad with anger, was becoming difficult
to hold. He foamed at the mouth, gave horrible shrieks, poured out the
most frightful curses upon his wife and rolled upon the floor, and,
for lack of other weapons, used his teeth like a wild beast. However,
his three adversaries succeeded in mastering him, and he was so firmly
bound and gagged that he could have been left alone without danger. As
for Kitty Bell, she sank sobbing on the bed.
“Madam,” said William Dow, “I am obliged to arrest you, but I renew the
promise I made you. I shall speak to the judges about you in a manner
to render them as indulgent as possible, on account of your frankness
and the services you have rendered.”
“Ah! do as you will with me, sir,” answered the young woman.
“Mr. Young will accompany you to my house, that you may resume your
own dress, and he will afterwards bring you here, where you will rest a
few hours. We will go to New York by the first train in the morning.”
Mrs. Gobson obediently took Young’s arm, for without this support she
could hardly have sustained herself, and left the room without daring
to look back.
As for Saunders, his love for Miss Ada had returned, and kneeling
beside her bed he was still weeping. William Dow forced him to rise,
and led him to the boudoir, in order to take him as much as possible
from his sad memories, by keeping him from the statue which so cruelly
reminded him of the past.
The captain and Mrs. Gobson returned about a quarter of an hour
later. The young woman sank exhausted on an arm-chair, hiding her
face in both hands. It was a singular tableau which this elegant and
mysterious sleeping-room presented, now transformed into a field of
combat; and he, whose intelligence had so quickly made it the theatre
of his justice, glanced around it with just pride. On one side sat Mrs.
Gobson, perhaps weeping more for her vanished dreams than for her dread
of reality; on the other, reduced to powerlessness, the wretch who had
been conquered by the same weapons he had made use of.
“Burnett,” said William Dow to the agent, after a few moments’ silence,
“watch this man. We will return in a moment.”
And then, leaving the prisoner and his wife in the care of the chief
of detectives, William and Burnett raised the woman of wax and carried
her into the adjoining villa, and placed her on the same lounge where
Kitty Bell first saw her.
“Now, Young,” said William Dow to his friend, “return to Gobson, and in
a few moments I will join you.”
The captain obeyed, and the detective went up to see Miss Jane. The
young girl was pale and trembling, as well as her governess, for she
wondered if anything had happened to her friend, having heard the
pistol-shot in the next house. On perceiving him she gave a cry of joy
and threw herself into his arms.
“Come, my dear child,” he said, “and you, too, Mrs. Wandright; I have
an explanation to make.”
And preceding the teacher and her pupil, who followed him without
understanding what it was all about, he led them into his study. At
sight of the wax figure on the lounge, Miss Jane stepped back.
“Do not be afraid,” said William Dow, taking her hand, “but come and
look at her. Here, Jane, is the Mrs. Gobson whom you saw here one day
when curiosity tempted you. It is only the statue of Miss Ada Ricard,
the victim of the mysterious murder whose author I discovered.”
Ashamed to find that William Dow had learned what jealousy had caused
her to do, the pretty child hung her head, blushing, but gave her
friend a happy, grateful look, murmuring, “Forgive me,” and her friend
returned it with a smile and affectionate caress.
Having informed Miss Jane and her governess that he should be absent
a few days, Mr. Dow begged them to go up to their rooms and he joined
Young and Burnett. They had dragged James Gobson up against the wall,
and for humanity’s sake had slipped a cushion under his head. The
wretch was foaming at the mouth and his eyes glared, but he did not try
to cry out or to combat with them.
The captain and agent watched him in turn that night, and at daybreak
William Dow hastened to the chief of police at Boston to inform him of
what had passed, and to ask his aid in order to convey the prisoner to
New York without further delay.
This officer, who had faith in our hero, immediately gave the necessary
orders, and toward noon, without the same being made known at Jamaica
Plain, for Young had given orders to the servants in the house, James
Gobson was conveyed on the railroad under charge of Burnett and two
agents from Boston who had joined him.
The assassin was calmer, but what they knew of his past led his guards
to mistrust him. They kept handcuffs on him, telling him that at the
first cry, or attempt at rebellion, they would tie his legs and gag him
again.
Young took a seat in a car reserved for him with Mrs. Gobson, who was
resigned to her fate, and William Dow, after telegraphing to Kelly,
seated himself with Saunders, whose mind was again off the balance.
The journey was marked by no incident, and at eight o’clock that same
day all the characters of our story reached New York.
The first face William Dow espied on the wharf was the expansive one
of Fat Kelly, who was accompanied by Mortimer and Davis, who had been
notified. It is useless to say how these gentlemen greeted the skilful
detective. James Gobson was captured--that was the most important fact;
but they were eager to know the details of his capture, and they plied
William Dow with questions.
“Pardon, gentlemen,” said the latter, “we must first attend to the
prisoner, or prisoners; we will talk afterwards.”
James Gobson did not attempt resistance, but it would be impossible to
describe the look he gave his wife. She could hardly stand, and had to
be carried into the waiting-room.
The assassin, after having his identity proved, entered a carriage
waiting for him, and Mr. Kelly ordered Young to take him at once to
Blackwell’s Island, where he was to be imprisoned until he was called
before the criminal court a second time.
The worthy Saunders did not know what to make of it when William Dow
said to him:
“My dear sir, return home, resume business, and think of this tragedy
only as a bad dream, until the law has need of you again. But before
then I shall come and see you.” And clasping the hand that with a sigh
was held out to him, he joined Kelly, Davis, and Mortimer, who were
impatiently waiting for him.
It was decided that owing to Mrs. Gobson’s exhausted condition and the
services that she had rendered the cause of justice, that she should
have comparative liberty, but under the surveillance of the two agents,
and she had already left for No. 17 East Twenty-third Street.
Everything being settled thus, Mr. Kelly quickly went with William Dow
to the central office. He was eager, as well as Mortimer and Davis, to
know the whole story and all the details.
William Dow told them from beginning to end, and then said to Kelly,
who was almost shaking his hands off:
“Well, have I done right--have I kept my promise?”
“You are a splendid man, my dear Dow,” he answered. “How the devil came
you to have your suspicions? You can tell me now.”
“Certainly; besides, nothing is simpler or less mysterious. I must
first confess that I had in my possession a certain report of your
rival, Robertson which contained precious information. Ah! his agents
are keen and smart.”
“It is no more trouble for them to be so than for that great blockhead,
Young,” observed Mr. Kelly, shrugging his shoulders.
“I agree with you. Well,” continued Dow, “and while in yours, trace of
Miss Ada was lost in her entrance to Yorkville, in that of Robertson,
on the contrary, they mention her as being in Colonel Forster’s yacht,
at Staten Island, three days before the body of the drowned woman was
found at Shakespeare’s tavern. Saunders told me that a boat, in which
were the Colonel and Miss Ada, had been run down and capsized, and that
the latter was drowned; but I questioned the best seamen in the harbor,
and I myself made experiments with floating objects, and while learning
about submarine currents I obtained the almost complete certainty that
a human body could not be carried in so short a time from Staten Island
to the top of the river. Besides, nothing was less certain than the
fatal consequences of the accident of which Saunders accused himself.
I concluded from that that either Miss Ada was not drowned at Staten
Island; or, that if she had perished on these shores, her body could
not have been brought by the current to Wharf 32. Therefore the woman
who was in Forster’s yawl was not Miss Ada, although Robertson’s agent,
who had her photograph--the only one Saunders possessed--might have
recognized her on board the Gleam, unless there were two women on the
yacht; but the colonel talked of only one, the Miss Ada whom he carried
off.”
“This is well reasoned,” said the officers.
“There was then, either with Colonel Forster or drowned at Staten
Island, a woman who was or was not Miss Ada, at the very moment when
at the bottom of East River was lying a woman who was soon also to be
recognized as Miss Ada Ricard. This coincidence was too strange and
complete, and improbable, not to lead me at once to think that I had
found an absolutely planned crime, a substitution of persons. Now, as
we could not substitute an Ada dead for an Ada living, for what would
have been the object, it was for an Ada dead that a living Ada had been
substituted.”
“Very true, Mr. Dow, very true,” said the magistrates, bowing before
this logic.
“This first reasoning,” continued the detective, “naturally led me to
suppose that it was really Gobson, the jealous husband, who had taken
a woman to Colonel Forster, but not Miss Ada, his wife. It must be
another woman, and since I admitted that he was the man who took her
off he must also be the assassin.
“As for the hour when the crime was committed, nothing was easier
to certify; it was in the carriage itself, for in the boat in which
James Gobson crossed the East River was but one woman, and that woman
was living. The officer on watch on the Liberia heard a cry when the
steamer came near running it down. What Kitty Bell told me later proved
to me that I had reasoned justly, and fixed the place and moment of the
crime. Gobson smothered his victim in the carriage, and if he spoke
the words reported by the driver Katters it is nothing astonishing;
for his cunning and skill we know very well. He wished that this man
might some day affirm, if necessary, that Miss Ada was living when
she left the carriage, but she was dead. Kitty Bell waiting for James
Gobson in a house at Yorkville, the murderer would never have committed
the blunder of carrying into the house a living woman who might have
screamed, called for help or betrayed her presence, and make the one
who was to take her place fear that she was becoming the accomplice
of a murderer. But the dead Ada he murdered at his ease, took off her
jewels, excepting the gold bracelet, which he found among the Sioux,
and which one of those Indians, no doubt, picked up on the young
woman’s door-step, as it probably fell off when she was carried away;
then, having done this, Gobson dressed Kitty Bell in his victim’s
dress, and took her to Forster as Miss Ada, and when he returned he had
accomplished the last act in his tragedy. That is to say, he took away
the corpse, embarked with it again and threw it in the water, after
fastening to it the barrel of tar which he found in his boat, or which
he stole, it matters little. When, later, after escaping the gallows in
spite of Kitty Bell, who would have been delighted to have him hanged,
James Gobson married that woman, it was both to have his share of Miss
Ada’s fortune and to make sure of the silence of his accomplice. Mrs.
Gobson could not denounce her husband without destroying herself. This
marriage of itself would have sufficed to awaken my suspicions; was it
like a woman to do what the one supposed to be Mrs. Gobson did? Miss
Ada would have let her husband be hanged, for she feared him, and if
she had saved him she would never have become his wife. Between Gobson
who would have remembered, and Saunders who asked only to be forgiven,
she would not have hesitated. This, gentlemen, was how it happened; you
know the rest.”
“You are an astonishing detective, my dear Dow,” cried Fat Kelly, in
the utmost enthusiasm.
“That is perhaps saying a great deal,” said William, smiling; “but what
is more certain, is that I am a man, and being such I can do no more. I
will ask you and these gentlemen, therefore, for permission to go home.
It is forty-eight hours since I have been in bed.”
“Certainly, my friend. Only one word more. Since you knew all this, why
did you not simply arrest Gobson instead of taking the trouble to bring
about that dramatic episode at Jamaica Plain?”
“Dear Mr. Kelly, I will explain to you, but I am sure that Mr. Mortimer
and Davis, who are lawyers, have already divined my reason.”
The two magistrates smilingly bowed, and the detective continued:
“Acquitted and reinstated by the criminal court, Gobson could no longer
be pursued for the same crime, evident as his culpability might become,
and had he even confessed all. Now, I, William Dow, had sworn that this
man should be punished for murdering Miss Ada, and I made him murder
her a second time. By striking that wax statue, which he took for his
wife, James Gobson made himself guilty of an attempt to murder, the
effect of which was destroyed only by a circumstance independent of
his will. He, then, is under the jurisdiction of the criminal court,
and, as I wished, the murder was really attempted upon Miss Ada. Do you
understand now?”
“My God, my dear friend,” said the chief of police, “I am only a
blockhead like that stupid Young while you, you----”
“I only kept my promise to you and the vow I made to myself.”
Mr. Mortimer and Davis joined their thanks and congratulations to those
of Kelly, and knowing that William Dow needed rest, they gave him his
liberty.
The next day, as will be understood, nothing else was talked of in New
York but the new arrest of James Gobson; for the papers, being covertly
informed by order of the chief of police, could completely satisfy the
curiosity of their readers by relating to them the smallest details of
the events that had happened at Boston.
The mystery with which the murder had been enveloped was at last
unveiled; this horrible crime was going to be punished. The public
conscience was satisfied, and Kelly, who since James Gobson’s discharge
had lost so much ground with his electors, was in the way to become a
great man. For, although all had been told about the tragedy at Jamaica
Plain, the name of William Dow had remained a secret; the latter
exacted it from motives best known to himself.
Only the political adversaries of the chief of police were in despair,
and the head of the agency of Robertson Brothers & Co., who was up for
Congress, found that he had no chance for success owing to the sudden
change in affairs.
Kelly’s partisans profited so well by the event, as the election day
approached, that the victory of Mr. Kelly became more certain.
During this time Mr. Davis and Mortimer were preparing the case
of James Gobson, who was still in prison at Blackwell’s Island,
and awaiting to be transferred to the Tombs, a few days before his
appearance before the jury. He had completely broken down, losing all
that bravado and assumed indifference which so cunningly characterized
him at his previous incarceration for the murder of Miss Ada Ricard.
Kitty Bell renewed her confessions before the examining magistrates,
and a hearing had been appointed for the day after election, when one
morning Captain Young plunged like an avalanche into Kelly’s office,
crying:
“Oh! Mr. Kelly, Mr. Kelly, such a misfortune has happened!”
“What is it?--what is it?” asked Kelly.
“James Gobson is drowned!”
“Drowned! What do you mean?”
“Yes, drowned. Just as he was crossing the planking at Blackwell’s
Island to enter the government boat to come to the Tombs, he pushed
against the guards and leaped into the water, dragging one of the
unhappy men after him.”
“And did that man also disappear?”
“No; fortunately he was saved, but they could not fish up Gobson.”
“That is a pity, for I should really have taken pleasure in seeing
him at the end of a rope; but what can be done? Has the river been
searched?”
“They are still working at it.”
“Well, let them continue to search, and if the rascal’s body is found,
let it be sent to Bellevue Hospital, to Dr. O’Neel. It will at least
be of some use after his death.”
Having said this, Kelly dismissed the captain, who did not understand
the philosophy with which his chief took James Gobson’s death. The
officer immediately reflected as follows: That the assassin would
have made revelations to his judges that would have brought to notice
William Dow, and would have lessened the role of Kelly. He was
therefore delighted that the accused had disappeared.
Kitty Bell, it is true, remained, but he knew that by promising
her the indulgence of the court she would say only what he wished.
Nevertheless, at the news of this suicide, the disappointment was
general, and the opponents of Mr. Kelly tried to profit by it, but the
movement was started in his favor, and election day for Mr. Kelly was
one of triumph.
William Dow was in the latter’s office when they came to tell him the
result of the voting. He was elected with twenty thousand votes more
than at the last time. The effect of this announcement upon Mr. Kelly
can well be imagined.
“To you I owe this victory, my dear friend,” he said to the detective,
embracing him with enthusiasm; “how can I prove my gratitude to you for
all this?”
“By giving me the first possible opportunity to make myself useful,”
answered William, with a sad smile, “for in attending to your affairs I
also attend to my own.”
“Oh, yes; that mystery in your life, a mystery in which the pretty and
charming Miss Jane must play a part. When will you have confidence and
friendship enough for me to judge me worthy of being your confidant?”
“Some time, my dear Kelly, some time. Jane has gone to New York with
her governess, but I wish to have her take a trip, for she is ill.
I will tell you some day what terrible tie attaches me to this dear
child, for whom I would give my life, and whom I make suffer, alas,
from a malady which to any one else would be an immense joy, for it
might cure her.”
Greatly puzzled at these words, spoken so sadly, Mr. Kelly was about,
perhaps, to beg for the key to the riddle, when, after knocking,
Captain Young appeared.
“Sir,” said the captain to his chief, after shaking hands with his
visitor, “they have just found James Gobson’s body.”
“Ah!” said the officer; “where?”
“Under Wharf 32, opposite Shakespeare’s tavern.”
“Under Wharf 32,” cried William Dow. “Well, my dear friends, was I
not right in stating that Ada Ricard’s body had been thrown into the
water at Blackwell’s Island, and on that side of the river. One would
say that Heaven itself wished to furnish the proof of my theories.
Having fallen into the water near the spot where he threw his wife,
James Gobson--and observe, after the same interval of time--James
Gobson reappeared just there where the corpse of the unhappy woman was
discovered, under Wharf 32.”
“This is, indeed, truly wonderful,” exclaimed Kelly.
As for Young, he could not find a word to express his thoughts; only
his looks plainly said that his former admiration for the intelligent
detective had become enthusiasm.
A few days after this conversation, Kitty Bell appeared alone before
the criminal court, for the maid Mary, supposed to be Gobson’s
accomplice, could not be found. Kitty Bell was simply convicted of
complicity in the kidnapping, and her judges, aware of the services she
had rendered in the cause of justice, condemned her to only a year’s
imprisonment. She received her sentence with utter composure, having
determined to submit to the decree of the court, whatever it might be,
without any show of feeling that he whom she had so dearly loved might
detect.
Ada, or rather Anna Bell’s fortune went to her father, who was still
living.
Six months later, Kitty Bell, at Mr. Kelly’s request, was released, and
entered a cafe in New York, where she made her fortune in less than a
year.
Then her success on the other side of the ocean led the still pretty
Mrs. Gobson to try her fortune in Paris, where we met her at the house
of the leader of the opera bouffe, who came near engaging her. She
would evidently have been a great attraction, but the impressario did
not dare risk the adventure, and the beautiful American disappeared.
Perhaps she will yet meet our stout friend, Mr. Saunders, who, after
keeping the Woman of Wax at his house several weeks, one day sacrificed
it for the benefit of Barnum’s Museum.
William Dow remained the true friend and aid of Mr. Kelly, until an
event occurred in his life which we may some day narrate--an event
which enabled him to finally take his place in society, which a
horrible adventure, followed by a promise, made him abandon.
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Transcriber’s Notes:
This novel is a translation of _La femme de cire : Mémoires d’un
détective_ by René de Pont-Jest, the middle part of a trilogy about
detective William Dow. It was first serialized in the _Boston Globe_
from May 3 to June 11, 1884 under the title _The woman of wax; or,
Memoirs of a detective_. When reprinted in book form, the original
author’s name was omitted and only the translator received credit.
Obvious typographical errors have been silently corrected.
Inconsistent hyphenation (e.g. bloodthirsty vs. blood-thirsty) has been
retained from the original.
In a few places, paragraph breaks in conversations seem to be in
the wrong places. These instances are present in both the original
newspaper serial and the later book reprint, so they have been left
unmodified.
The word “autonedon” is likely a typo for “automedon” but is reproduced
as printed in both the original newspaper series and the later book
reprint.