Still, his investigations3 in Miss Ford4's room had not been entirely5 fruitless, although they had also added a startlingly new element to the mystery of the case. Who was the person who had attacked him from the closet? Was it the woman who had just left the house? He did not think so. Nor was it Miss Ford herself. There had been something uncanny about the whole experience; he was by no means certain that his assailant had been a human being at all. And yet, its cries—its fingers, tearing at his throat. He was unable to account for the experience at all, and determined6, as soon as possible, to repeat his visit, and sift7 the matter to the bottom.
He remembered that he had seen two persons in the Ford girl's room, after his hasty retreat. Two women, he thought, outlined against the lighted square of the window. One of these had already left the house. The other, Miss Ford herself, was still there. He determined to interview her at once.
Of course, he told himself, to do so would put her on her guard, but his visit to her room had already done that, and doubtless accounted for her companion's hasty flight. And there was something to be gained, by letting her realize that she was under suspicion. She would at once try to communicate with, to warn, her confederate, and it was in just such ways as this, Duvall's experience told him, that criminals so often betrayed themselves. If, by frightening Miss Ford, he could cause her to flee—to join her companion—the tracing of the latter would become comparatively simple. He went up to the door of No. 162 and rang the bell.
The same woman answered his summons as had answered before. She seemed somewhat uneasy—disturbed.
"I want to see Miss Marcia Ford," Duvall told her.
"Very well, sir. Come in. I will tell Miss Ford. What name, please?"
"Say that Mr. Bradley is calling."
The girl ushered8 him into a dark parlor9, lighted by a single lowered gas jet, and suggestive of the gloom of ages, in its walnut10 furniture, its dismal11 pictures and ornaments12. He took a seat, and waited for the appearance of Miss Ford.
She arrived in a few moments, a slender, ordinary-looking girl, in white shirtwaist and black skirt.
"You are Mr. Bradley?" she asked, regarding the detective with a look of inquiry13.
"Yes. I came to see you about a matter of importance."
"What is it?"
"Who was the woman who just left here—the woman who had just come in with you?" Miss Ford favored the detective with a glassy stare.
"I do not understand you," she exclaimed. "I came home alone. What is the purpose of these questions?"
Duvall felt that he had a shrewd opponent to deal with.
"Are you acquainted with Miss Ruth Morton?" he asked.
"Why—certainly—that is, I know her by reputation, She works for the same company as I do. Why do you ask?"
"Miss Morton has recently been the subject of a shameful14 persecution15. The woman who just left this house is concerned in it. Who is she?"
"I do not know what you are talking about," the girl exclaimed, angrily. "I know nothing about any woman. You must pardon me, Mr. Bradley, if I decline to be questioned in this way any further." She moved toward the door.
"Then you wish me to understand that the woman who just left this house did not come here with you?"
"Understand anything you please. I decline to be questioned any further." With a look of anger she left the room.
Duvall made his way back to the sidewalk, thoroughly16 satisfied with the results of his visit. The Ford woman, in the first place, had lied. The other woman had been with her, beyond a doubt. Duvall thought of her picture on the wall of Miss Ford's room. The latter's reason for lying was equally clear. She and the woman with her were guilty.
In the second place, Miss Ford now realized fully17 that she was under direct suspicion. If, this being the case, she failed to take some step that would be fatal to both her confederate and herself, Duvall felt that he would be very much surprised. He made up his mind to keep close watch upon the house.
Suddenly it occurred to him that Grace might be of immense service to him at this juncture18. She could follow the Ford girl, unknown, unrecognized, while he himself could not. He decided19 to call her up at once, and ask her to join him.
At the corner, the lights of a saloon glowed brilliantly. With a final glance at the dark doorway20 of No. 162, he walked quickly down the street He felt that, if he hurried, he need not be away from his post more than a few moments.
The call to his hotel developed the fact that Grace was not in. There was a lady asking for him, however, the clerk said, an elderly woman, who gave her name as Mrs. Morton. She had just come in, and seemed greatly agitated21 at not having found him.
The name, Mrs. Morton, filled Duvall with sudden apprehension22.
"I'll speak to her, please," he said. A moment later, he recognized the voice of Mrs. Morton over the 'phone.
"Is this Mr. Duvall?"
"Yes."
"This is Mrs. Morton. Your wife came to me, a little while ago, and said that you wanted to see me at your hotel at once. She explained that it was of the utmost importance. Why are you not here?"
"I sent no such message."
"No such message! Then who did?"
"I do not know. You left your daughter alone?"
"Yes."
"Then, Mrs. Morton, I am afraid you have been imposed upon. Wait where you are. I will join you at once."
"Hurry, then, Mr. Duvall. If what you say is true, we do not know what may have happened."
"I will be with you in fifteen minutes."
The astonishing news given to him by Mrs. Morton filled Duvall with alarm. Clearly the supposed message from him had been part of a scheme to get her away from the hotel, to leave Ruth there alone. He scarcely dared think of the consequences. The following of Miss Ford now became a matter of secondary importance. Fearing the worst, he signaled to a passing taxicab, and drove as rapidly as possible to his hotel.
Mrs. Morton awaited him in the lobby. She was in a state of the utmost excitement.
"We must go back to the hotel at once," she cried. "Ruth is there all alone."
"Where is her maid, Nora?"
"I let her go out, this evening."
"Then you should not have left the hotel."
"I would not have done so, but for this imperative23 message from you."
"What was the message?"
"Your wife, or at least a woman claiming to be your wife, came to see me a little after eight o'clock. She said you had arrested the woman who has been sending these threats to my daughter, and that you needed me at once, to make a charge against her at the police station. I naturally came here immediately."
"The woman who told you this—she couldn't have been my wife. Describe her."
"She was slight, small, neatly24 but not expensively dressed, with light eyes and hair."
"That was not Mrs. Duvall, but it answers very well the description of the woman we are seeking. What did she do, when you left the hotel?"
"I thought she also left."
"You are not sure of this?"
"No."
"Then we have no time to lose. Come." He escorted Mrs. Morton to a taxicab, and instructed the chauffeur25 to drive to her hotel at top speed.
Mrs. Morton had very little to say on the way uptown. She was naturally in a state of greatest excitement. Duvall, too, was greatly concerned. He knew that the false message had not been given by Grace. What purpose had the woman in mind, in getting rid of Mrs. Morton? The realization26 of what might have happened to Ruth alarmed him beyond measure.
The drive to the hotel occupied but a few moments, but to Duvall it seemed hours. When they at last drew up before the hotel door, he sprang to the sidewalk, ordered the chauffeur to wait, and with Mrs. Morton at his side, hurried into the lobby.
"Give me my key," Mrs. Morton cried, pausing for a moment at the desk. Then, with Duvall at her heels, she rushed to the elevator.
As soon as they arrived at the door of the suite27, it was apparent that something was wrong. The door stood open. The clerk, with one of the maids, occupied the little parlor. Through the open door of the bedroom Duvall caught a glimpse of Ruth, lying in bed, the figure of a heavily-set, bearded man bending over her.
"Mrs. Bradley!" the clerk exclaimed, as soon as he caught sight of Mrs. Morton. "I'm so glad you have come. Your daughter has had an—an accident!"
Mrs. Morton paid scant28 attention to his words. She, too, had seen through the doorway the figure of her daughter lying in the bed. With a cry, she passed the clerk unnoticing, and went toward the bedroom door.
"Ruth!" she exclaimed, in an agonized29 voice, then rushed into the room beyond.
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