The Poisoned Pen(Fiscle Part-3) by Arthur B. Reeve (the little red hen ebook .TXT) 📖
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Paris Eluded The Police Very Successfully Until Dr. Charcot
Exposed Him And Showed How He Changed The Arch Of His Eyebrows And
The Wrinkles Of His Face. Much Is Possible To-Day That Would Make
Frankenstein And Dr. Moreau Look Clumsy And Antiquated."
A Sharp Feminine Voice Interrupted. It Was The Woman, Who Had Kept
Silent Up To This Time. "But I Have Read In One Of The Papers This
Morning That A Mr. Williams Was Found Dead In An Automobile
Accident Up The Hudson Yesterday. I Remember Reading It, Because I
Am Afraid Of Accidents Myself."
All Eyes Were Now Fixed On Kennedy. "That Body," He Answered
Quickly, "Was A Body Purchased By You At A Medical School, Brought
In Your Car To Riverwood, Dressed In Williams's Clothes With A
Watch That Would Show He Was Forbes, Placed On The Track In Front
Of The Auto, While You Two Watched The Buffalo Express Run It
Down, And Screamed. It Was A Clever Scheme That You Concocted, But
These Facts Do Not Agree."
He Laid The Measurements Of The Corpse Obtained By Burke And Those
From The London Police Card Side By Side. Only In The Roughest Way
Did They Approximate Each Other.
"Your Honour, I Appeal To Your Sense Of Justice," Cried Our
Prisoner Impatiently. "Hasn't This Farce Been Allowed To Go Far
Enough? Is There Any Reason Why This Fake Detective Should Make
Fools Out Of Us All And Keep My Wife Longer In This Court? I'm Not
Disposed To Let The Matter Drop. I Wish To Enter A Charge Against
Him Of False Arrest And Malicious Prosecution. I Shall Turn The
Whole Thing Over To My Attorney This Afternoon. The Deuce With The
Races--I'll Have Justice."
Part 3 Chapter 5 (The Confidence King) Pg 57
The Man Had By This Time Raised Himself To A High Pitch Of
Apparently Righteous Wrath. He Advanced Menacingly Toward Kennedy,
Who Stood With His Shoulders Thrown Back, And His Hands Deep In
His Pockets, And A Half Amused Look On His Face.
"As For You, Mr. Detective," Added The Man, "For Eleven Cents I'd
Lick You To Within An Inch Of Your Life. 'Portrait Parle,' Indeed!
It's A Fine Scientific System That Has To Deny Its Own Main
Principles In Order To Vindicate Itself. Bah! Take That, You
Scoundrel!"
Harriet Wollstone Threw Her Arms About Him, But He Broke Away. His
Fist Shot Out Straight. Kennedy Was Too Quick For Him, However. I
Had Seen Craig Do It Dozens Of Times With The Best Boxers In The
"Gym." He Simply Jerked His Head To One Side, And The Blow Passed
Just A Fraction Of An Inch From His Jaw, But Passed It As Cleanly
As If It Had Been A Yard Away.
The Man Lost His Balance, And As He Fell Forward And Caught
Himself, Kennedy Calmly And Deliberately Slapped Him On The Nose.
It Was An Intensely Serious Instant, Yet I Actually Laughed. The
Man's Nose Was Quite Out Of Joint, Even From Such A Slight Blow.
It Was Twisted Over On His Face In The Most Ludicrous Position
Imaginable.
"The Next Time You Try That, Forbes," Remarked Kennedy, As He
Pulled The Piece Of Paraffin From His Pocket And Laid It On The
Table With The Other Exhibits, "Don't Forget That A Concave Nose
Built Out To Hook-Nose Convexity By Injections Of Paraffin, Such
As The Beauty-Doctors Everywhere Advertise, Is A Poor Thing For A
White Hope."
Both Burke And O'connor Had Seized Forbes, But Kennedy Had Turned
His Attention To The Larger Of Forbes's Grips, Which The Wollstone
Woman Vociferously Claimed As Her Own. Quickly He Wrenched It
Open.
As He Turned It Up On The Table My Eyes Fairly Bulged At The
Sight. Forbes' Suit-Case Might Have Been That Of A Travelling
Salesman For The Kimberley, The Klondike, And The Bureau Of
Engraving, All In One. Craig Dumped The Wealth Out On The Table--
Stacks Of Genuine Bills, Gold Coins Of Two Realms, Diamonds,
Pearls, Everything Portable And Tangible All Heaped Up And Topped
Off With Piles Of Counterfeits Awaiting The Magic Touch Of This
Midas To Turn Them Into Real Gold.
"Forbes, You Have Failed In Your Get-Away," Said Craig
Triumphantly. "Gentlemen, You Have Here A Master Counterfeiter,
Surely--A Master Counterfeiter Of Features And Fingers As Well As
Of Currency."
Part 3 Chapter 6 (The Sand-Hog) Pg 58
"Interesting Story, This Fight Between The Five-Borough And The
Inter-River Transit," I Remarked To Kennedy As I Sketched Out The
Draft Of An Expose Of High Finance For The Sunday Star.
Part 3 Chapter 6 (The Sand-Hog) Pg 59
"Then That Will Interest You, Also," Said He, Throwing A Letter
Down On My Desk. He Had Just Come In And Was Looking Over His
Mail.
The Letterhead Bore The Name Of The Five-Borough Company. It Was
From Jack Orton, One Of Our Intimates At College, Who Was In
Charge Of The Construction Of A New Tunnel Under The River. It Was
Brief, As Jack's Letters Always Were. "I Have A Case Here At The
Tunnel That I Am Sure Will Appeal To You, My Own Case, Too," It
Read. "You Can Go As Far As You Like With It, But Get To The
Bottom Of The Thing, No Matter Whom It Hits. There Is Some
Deviltry Afoot, And Apparently No One Is Safe. Don't Say A Word To
Anybody About It, But Drop Over To See Me As Soon As You Possibly
Can."
"Yes," I Agreed, "That Does Interest Me. When Are You Going Over?"
"Now," Replied Kennedy, Who Had Not Taken Off His Hat. "Can You
Come Along?"
As We Sped Across The City In A Taxicab, Craig Remarked: "I Wonder
What Is The Trouble? Did You See In The Society News This Morning
The Announcement Of Jack's Engagement To Vivian Taylor, The
Daughter Of The President Of The Five-Borough?"
I Had Seen It, But Could Not Connect It With The Trouble, Whatever
It Was, At The Tunnel, Though I Did Try To Connect The Tunnel
Mystery With My Expose.
We Pulled Up At The Construction Works, And A Strapping Irishman
Met Us. "Is This Professor Kennedy?" He Asked Of Craig.
"It Is. Where Is Mr. Orton's Office?"
"I'm Afraid, Sir, It Will Be A Long Time Before Mr. Orton Is In
His Office Again, Sir. The Doctor Have Just Took Him Out Of The
Medical Lock, An' He Said If You Was To Come Before They Took Him
To The 'Orspital I Was To Bring You Right Up To The Lock."
"Good Heavens, Man, What Has Happened?" Exclaimed Kennedy. "Take
Us Up To Him Quick."
Without Waiting To Answer, The Irishman Led The Way Up And Across
A Rough Board Platform Until At Last We Came To What Looked Like A
Huge Steel Cylinder, Lying Horizontally, In Which Was A Floor With
A Cot And Some Strange Paraphernalia. On The Cot Lay Jack Orton,
Drawn And Contorted, So Changed That Even His Own Mother Would
Scarcely Have Recognised Him. A Doctor Was Bending Over Him,
Massaging The Joints Of His Legs And His Side.
"Thank You, Doctor, I Feel A Little Better," He Groaned. "No, I
Don't Want To Go Back Into The Lock Again, Not Unless The Pain
Gets Worse."
His Eyes Were Closed, But Hearing Us He Opened Them And Nodded.
"Yes, Craig," He Murmured With Difficulty, "This Is Jack Orton.
What Do You Think Of Me? I'm A Pretty Sight. How Are You? And How
Are You, Walter? Not Too Vigorous With The Hand-Shakes, Fellows.
Sorry You Couldn't Get Over Before This Happened."
"What's The Matter?" We Asked, Glancing Blankly From Orton To The
Doctor.
Orton Forced A Half Smile. "Just A Touch Of The 'Bends' From
Working In Compressed Air," He Explained.
We Looked At Him, But Could Say Nothing. I, At Least, Was Thinking
Of His Engagement.
"Yes," He Added Bitterly, "I Know What You Are Thinking About,
Part 3 Chapter 6 (The Sand-Hog) Pg 60Fellows. Look At Me! Do You Think Such A Wreck As I Am Now Has Any
Right To Be Engaged To The Dearest Girl In The World?"
"Mr. Orton," Interposed The Doctor, "I Think You'll Feel Better If
You'll Keep Quiet. You Can See Your Friends In The Hospital To-
Night, But For A Few Hours I Think You Had Better Rest. Gentlemen,
If You Will Be So Good As To Postpone Your Conversation With Mr.
Orton Until Later It Would Be Much Better."
"Then I'll See You To-Night," Said Orton To Us Feebly. Turning To
A Tall, Spare, Wiry Chap, Of Just The Build For Tunnel Work, Where
Fat Is Fatal, He Added: "This Is Mr. Capps, My First Assistant. He
Will Show You The Way Down To The Street Again."
"Confound It!" Exclaimed Craig, After We Had Left Capps. "What Do
You Think Of This? Even Before We Can Get To Him Something Has
Happened. The Plot Thickens Before We Are Well Into It. I Think
I'll Not Take A Cab, Or A Car Either. How Are You For A Walk Until
We Can See Orton Again?"
I Could See That Craig Was Very Much Affected By The Sudden
Accident That Had Happened To Our Friend, So I Fell Into His Mood,
And We Walked Block After Block Scarcely Exchanging A Word. His
Only Remark, I Recall, Was, "Walter, I Can't Think It Was An
Accident, Coming So Close After That Letter." As For Me, I
Scarcely Knew What To Think.
At Last Our Walk Brought Us Around To The Private Hospital Where
Orton Was. As We Were About To Enter, A Very Handsome Girl Was
Leaving. Evidently She Had Been Visiting Some One Of Whom She
Thought A Great Deal. Her Long Fur Coat Was Flying Carelessly,
Unfastened In The Cold Night Air; Her Features Were Pale, And Her
Eyes Had The Fixed Look Of One Who Saw Nothing But
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