A BIRD OF ILL OMEN.
“Neither did I,” his assistant answered. “Don’t forget, though, that
that young doctor down in South America insisted that Stone should
consult a specialist upon reaching New York. It looks as if Follansbee
were the man.”
“That seems probable,” Nick agreed, “but it doesn’t help matters very
much. For all I know, Floyd may be a scamp himself, and even if he
isn’t, and has communicated with Follansbee in good faith, the latter
may try some trick. Both Crawford and Stone are the sort of men who
would be looked upon as easy marks. They’ve been out of the country for
many years, and they now possess a million dollars between them. What’s
more, they’re almost friendless here in New York. That fact would
appeal to Follansbee. He made the mistake of aiming too high the last
time—of trying to victimize a man who was too well known. If he hasn’t
turned over a new leaf—and I fear he hasn’t—we may be pretty sure that
he’ll tackle a different proposition the next time.”
“Well, I didn’t feel easy about it,” Chick admitted. “That’s why I
hurried out without waiting for Crawford to return.”
A brief silence fell between them, although some of the others at the
table renewed in lower tones the conversation which Chick’s entrance
had interrupted. The chief was eating mechanically and hurriedly, and
the absent-minded expression on his face told Chick that something was
in prospect.
Presently the detective refused his dessert, and rose to his feet.
“What’s the number of Crawford’s room at the Windermere?” he asked.
“Twenty-one,” Chick answered.
Carter went out into the hall, where the nearest of the several
telephone connections in the house was located. The listening Chick
heard him shuffling over the pages of the directory, and then caught
the click as the receiver was removed from its hook.
The chief gave a number, and after a little delay asked: “Is this the
Windermere?” In another moment he went on: “I wish to engage a room for
a few days, and I’m particular about its location. Is number twenty-two
vacant?”
A slight grin parted his assistant’s lips. “It isn’t?” he heard his
chief ask. “Then how about twenty?” There was another pause, and then:
“Good! I’ll take it. Mortimer is the name—Thomas Mortimer. Got that?
Thanks!”
In a moment Carter put his head in at the dining room door. “I’d like
to see you in the study when you get through,” he said to Chick. “Don’t
hurry, though. There’s time enough.”
His assistant did justice to the meal, but wasted no time in
conversation with the rest. Fifteen minutes later he went up to the
study and found his chief seated at the desk.
“You think Crawford is in danger, then?” Chick asked, as he entered.
Carter’s face was grave. “I fear he is,” he said. “Something tells me
that I may be called on to save our friend’s life again before long—or
try to. It’s more than possible, of course, that my suspicions are
groundless. It isn’t likely that Stone knew Follansbee was a crook
before he called on him. He may not know it now, and Follansbee may
not be planning anything out of the way. The situation is full of
sinister possibilities, however, and I feel compelled to get on the
ground without much delay. It promises to be a complicated affair. If
Follansbee is running straight, all well and good. On the other hand,
he may be planning to victimize one or the other of the partners, or
both.”
Chick nodded. “He’s quite capable of doing them both,” he agreed.
“There’s no doubt about that,” Carter went on. “I hope I’m wrong,
but I have come to look upon him as a bird of ill omen. Whenever
his vulturelike face appears, I’m inclined to take it as a sign of
impending trouble. If I misjudge him, I’m sorry, but I don’t intend to
be caught napping this time if I can help it.”
“And you’re really going to stay at the Windermere for the present,
chief?”
“Yes, that’s the least I can do. If Stone has joined forces with
Follansbee, Crawford will have little chance against them. It would
not be so bad if Crawford would only realize his danger, and would
consent to take proper precautions. As you know, though, he has already
experienced no less than three attacks on the part of his old partner,
and yet he still sticks by him. I can’t help admiring the man for his
loyalty, but it’s very quixotic, and I feel that I’ll have to guard him
from himself.”
“Are you going to tell Crawford that you’re coming to the hotel to
live?”
Nick shook his head decidedly.
“By no means,” he returned. “Crawford is much too simple-minded a man
for that, and is more than likely to give me away. I shall disguise
myself to-night before I go there, and you’ll have to hold the fort
here while I’m away. Of course, you can communicate with me whenever
you have to.”
Chick’s face changed its expression.
“But you’ll give me a chance to take a hand in this affair as soon as
the time is ripe, won’t you, chief?” he pleaded. “I didn’t come out
with flying colors from our previous bout with Follansbee, and I’d like
to get another crack at him.”
The chief was at the door of the study now, and he turned and nodded to
his assistant, a slight smile playing about his lips.
“All right!” he answered. “You’ll have a chance, I promise you, if the
case shapes up as I anticipate.”