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By PAUL AND MABEL THORNE
_Authors of "The Sheridan Road Mystery"_
NEW YORK DODD,
MEAD AND COMPANY
1922
COPYRIGHT, 1922
BY DODD, MEAD AND COMPANY, INC.
THE PLIMPTON PRESS, NORWOOD, MASS
PRINTED IN THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA
CONTENTS
CHAPTER I--THE TOLL IS EXACTED
CHAPTER II--"FRIENDS OF THE POOR"
CHAPTER III--ENGINEERING-CRIMINOLOGY
CHAPTER IV--THE CAR IN THE FOG
CHAPTER V--THE HAUNTED TREE
CHAPTER VI--THE FLAMING HAND
CHAPTER VII--SPIRIT CLUES
CHAPTER VIII--THE GIRL ON THE HORSE
CHAPTER IX--LUCY
CHAPTER X--CROSSED THEORIES
CHAPTER XI--TELEPHONE CALLS
CHAPTER XII--SATURDAY
CHAPTER XIII--A PUZZLING WARNING
CHAPTER XIV--THE INTRUDERS
CHAPTER XV--THE MASK OF DEATH
CHAPTER XVI--THE FATAL DANCE
CHAPTER XVII--AT THE DOORSTEP
CHAPTER XVIII--TRIANGULATION
CHAPTER XIX--FACE TO FACE
CHAPTER XX--THE INVISIBLE DETECTIVE
THE SECRET TOLL
CHAPTER I--THE TOLL IS EXACTED
"I'm damned if I give up a cent! I'll die first!"
"You very likely will. Others have. To refuse these people is the first
step toward suicide."
"But are the police so impotent that a gang like this one can operate
unmolested right under their very noses?"
"The police are efficient in ordinary cases. These people, however,
operate mysteriously. So far, the police have been helpless."
The two men who thus discussed a criminal clique which was extorting
money from prominent and wealthy citizens were seated in an exclusive
Michigan Avenue club. From their deeply upholstered leather chairs they
looked out across the busy street, with its hundreds of automobiles and
strolling pedestrians, to the green lawns and leafing trees of Grant
Park, awakened into renewed life by the soft breezes and warm sunshine
of early June.
To the first speaker, Robert Forrester, lately returned from army
service in Europe, and familiar with the privations, struggles and
horrors of the great war, it seemed ridiculous that a band of criminals
could endanger life in the heart of this bustling, crowded, well-policed
city. Yet the threat was in his hand, and his older and presumably wiser
companion assured him that they could make good the threat.
Robert Forrester was a young man of thirty--tall, dark and broad
shouldered; his face deeply tanned by long army service. As a member of
an old and wealthy family, of which he was the sole male survivor and
head, Forrester might have followed the path selected by many of his
boyhood chums and spent his life in the pursuit of pleasure or more or
less indifferent occupations. He had chosen, however, to become a civil
engineer; was graduated with honors, and had taken active part in the
completion of several big railroad projects before the great war.
When the United States entered the war he at once enlisted and went to
France as an army engineer. He had been home now for several months and
was planning to resume work in his profession at the first opportunity.
The financial and business condition of the country did not favor large
construction work at this time, so he was still lingering in Chicago,
spending much of his time at the club, where he could keep in close
touch with some of the far-sighted and influential men who planned and
made possible the big undertakings which would give him the opportunity
he sought.
His companion and confidant of the moment, Frederick Prentice, was past
middle age. The possessor of large, inherited wealth, he was totally
unlike the younger and more energetic man. He had never entered
business, and the only times he ever condescended to visit a business
office were occasioned by infrequent plunges into speculation through a
broker friend, or the necessity of calling on his lawyer.
In his easy-going, well-financed existence he had had few problems or
worries. To Prentice the easiest way out was the logical course.
Forrester knew this as well as any man, and was therefore little
inclined to heed the well-meant advice which Prentice was giving him--to
yield without a murmur to the outrageous and exorbitant demand that had
been made upon him.
The young man opened the clenched hand in which he had crushed the
warning message when making his vehement declaration. He smoothed out
the offending paper on his knee and glared at it--reading again the
words that enraged him more each time he studied them. The message was
crudely hand-printed on a square of ordinary wrapping paper such as can
be found in any store. At the top was the rough drawing of a human
skull. Forrester read the words aloud.
In Jasper lane two hundred feet west of Sheridan Road
you will see a great oak tree on the left side. Before midnight
Saturday place$10,000 in the opening you will find in this tree.
Failure to comply means death. Be warned!
_Friends of the Poor_
"On the other side," declared Forrester, "we lived and tramped and
fought with spies and informers at our elbows. Enemy agents, ready to
turn a dastardly trick at any moment, were on every hand. Though
conditions were just ripe for them, sooner or later we spotted
them--practically every one. Do you mean to tell me that here, in a
peaceful, law-abiding city, with trained police and intelligent
detectives, we can't run down a blackmailing crew like this one?"
"That is exactly what has happened," said Prentice.
"And you want me to believe that every one of the victims has given up
without a fight; that no real effort has been made to apprehend these
desperadoes?"
"My, no!" exclaimed Prentice. "Several of the men threatened went to the
police. The police put their best men on the case for weeks, but so far
as I know, they never discovered a worth while clue."
"What happened to those men who resisted?" inquired Forrester.
"They either finally acceded to the demands, or were found dead. That is
why I warned you to pay and say nothing. Remember, Bob, you have been
away for a long period, while I have stayed on right here in the city a
greater part of the time. I know exactly what has transpired in this
matter; I speak from _actual experience_."
"Experience?" questioned Forrester, noting something significant in the
stress which Prentice laid on his last words.
"Young man," said Prentice, shaking a finger at Forrester, "you may have
had wider experience with some angles to life than I have had. On the
other hand, I possess the calmer judgment that comes with advancing
years. And I know more about _this_ situation than you do. I advise you
to draw ten thousand dollars from that ample bank account of yours, put
it in that tree before midnight Saturday, and consider yourself lucky to
get off so easily."
"I'll not do it!" declared Forrester.
Prentice extended his hand. "Let me see that paper, Bob," he requested.
The paper was handed over and Prentice studied it carefully.
"Yes," commented Prentice, slowly, as he handed back the message. "It is
unquestionably from the same people. That is a duplicate of the warning
which I received."
"Did you get one, too?" exclaimed Forrester.
"A year ago--just about this time," divulged Prentice. "In fact, so far
as I know, I was the first man upon whom the demand was made. When I
went to the police about it, they claimed that it was the first time
anything of the kind had come to their attention."
"Tell me about it, Prentice," urged Forrester.
"I will," agreed Prentice. "After you have heard _my_ experience, you
will realize more fully why I have told you to pay and say nothing.
"As I said before, it was just about this time last year that a
duplicate of that notice was fastened to my front door with a knife. A
maid found it when she went to bring in the morning paper, and presented
it to me at the breakfast table. I had much the same feeling that you
have regarding it; although I did not take it quite so seriously. As a
matter of fact, I regarded it as a joke, until a few days later a second
warning came in the mail.
"I had, of course, destroyed the first warning, but the second I took to
the police, and laid the matter before them. They arranged with me to
try to trap these people. The night that my time expired I took a dummy
package and placed it in that tree. The police kept watch in the woods
all night without seeing or hearing anyone. In the morning, they found
the package still in the tree, but attached to it was a note stating
that these people were not to be fooled, and allowing me three days in
which to pay or take the consequences.
"For two weeks after that the police watched the tree, and a detective
accompanied me whereever I went. There was no attack upon me, and the
police assured me that it was undoubtedly the practical joke of some
friend. They withdrew my detective guard and I thought the matter had
ended.
"A few days later, however, as I was returning home along the North
Shore in my car one night, a figure leaped upon each running board. They
wore long black hoods with nothing save their eyes visible through
openings cut in the hoods. These men pointed revolvers at me and ordered
me to stop. They said that they represented the 'Friends of the Poor,'
and told me that the time had come to pay the penalty for not complying
with their demands. You can imagine my state of mind. I saw that the
matter was really serious, and not a practical joke after all. I told
them that I had thought it a joke and pleaded with them. They finally
allowed me to go upon my promising to place the money in the tree the
following evening.
"After drawing the money from the bank, I informed the police about my
adventure, and they arranged to watch the tree again that night. I
placed the money in the tree, and although five detectives remained all
night only a little distance away, they heard and saw nothing. _In the
morning the money was gone!_
"During last summer several other wealthy men received demands for
money. So far as I have knowledge of the matter, they either paid the
money, or were later found dead. With the first fall of snow the
activities of this band ceased. A detective, detailed to the case, told
me he thought they had stopped operations because of the snow. When they
approached the tree, he explained, they would naturally leave tracks in
the snow, in that way giving some hint to the police. I was inclined to
believe, on the other hand, that they had obtained all the money they
wished; or else had concluded that the police were aroused to such an
extent that it would be dangerous to keep on. This notice to you,
however, seems to indicate that the detective with the snow-theory was
pretty nearly right. Probably this warning to you is the beginning of
another war to be waged upon the wealthy men of the city this summer."
"Your story is certainly interesting, Prentice," said Forrester, "but
something really ought to be done. If these men are allowed to prey upon
wealth in this mysterious way, there is no limit to the harm which they
may accomplish. Why, just think of it! Unmolested, they might become
bolder and bolder, and by steadily levying this secret toll, practically
ruin every wealthy man in Chicago."
"Well," returned Prentice, "probably sooner or later the police will get
them. So far as I am concerned, however, I would pay over the money at
any time rather than have another experience such as the one I described
to you. If you want to hire detectives, Bob, or stir up the police as I
did, do so, by all means, but in the meantime take my advice and pay the
money."
At this moment an attendant approached, informing Forrester that he was
wanted on the telephone. Excusing himself to Prentice, Forrester went to
the telephone to find that his mother was calling him.
"Son," she said, "Mr. Nevins has met with a serious accident. Josephine
and I are going over to see Mrs. Nevins. She has just telephoned, asking
us to call and stay with her the rest of the day; so we shall not be
home to dinner. I wanted you to know so you would not worry about us."
"All right, Mother," replied Forrester. "I'll phone the house later and
if Charlie is going to be in this evening I'll run over and bring you
home. Good-bye."
The Nevins family and his own had been close friends for years. This
friendship was about to be turned into relationship through the recently
announced engagement of Forrester's sister, Josephine, to Charles
Nevins, the banker's son.
Forrester hung up the receiver and returned to the lounging room to
rejoin Prentice. As he crossed the room he saw that Prentice was reading
one of the sensational evening papers, for even from a distance
Forrester could read the glaring headlines:
"FRIENDS OF THE POOR"
COMMIT NEW MURDER
Prentice held the paper out for Forrester to see when the young man
joined him, with the remark, "Evidently you did not get the first
warning of the season, Bob, as I thought. Here's a man who received a
notice two weeks ago, and assumed the same attitude that you did this
afternoon toward this mysterious band."
"Who was he?"
"George Nevins, the banker!"
"George Nevins!" repeated Forrester, aghast at the news.
"Yes, old George Nevins--the tightest man in Chicago. I'll wager _he_
fought as hard as any one could, but see what happened!" Prentice paused
a moment, then added, impressively, "Do _you_ still want to fight?"
"Harder than ever now!" asserted Forrester.
This was bringing it very close to home. Forrester wanted to be alone to
think it over, so he gave his telephone call as an excuse, and took
leave of Prentice.
"'Failure to comply means death!'" quoted Prentice, warningly, as
Forrester turned to go.