"Yes," he grinned, "there's not much use in keeping me here since they took all the stuff to headquarters. Now and then one of the old rounders who has been out of town and hasn't heard of the raid comes in. You should see their faces change when they catch sight of my uniform. They never stop to ask questions," he chuckled5. "They just beat it."
I was wondering how the police regarded Garrick's part in the matter, and while Garrick was busy I asked, "Have you seen Inspector6 Herman lately?"
The man laughed.
"What's the matter?" I asked, "Is he sore at having the raid pulled off over his head?"
"Sore?" the roundsman7 repeated, "Oh, not a bit, not a bit. He enjoyed it. It gave him so much credit," the man added sarcastically8, "especially after he fell down in getting the evidence against that other place around the corner."
"Was that his case, too?" I asked.
"Sure," replied the policeman. "Didn't you know that? That Rena Taylor was working under his orders when she was killed. They tell me at headquarters he's working overtime9 on the case and other things connected with it. He hasn't said much, but there's someone he is after—I know. Mark my words. Herman is always most dangerous when he's quiet. The other day he was in here, said there was a man who used to be seen here a good deal in the palmy days, who had disappeared. I don't know who he was, but Herman asked me to keep a particular lookout10 to see if he came back for any purpose. There's someone he suspects, all right."
I wondered why the man told me. He must have seen, by the look on my face, that I was thinking that.
"I wouldn't tell it to everybody," he added confidentially11, "only, most of us don't like Herman any too well. He's always trying to hog12 it all—gets all the credit if we pick up a clew, and,—well, most of us wouldn't be exactly disappointed to see Mr. Garrick succeed—that's all."
Garrick was calling from the back room to me, and I excused myself, while the man went back to his post at the front door. Garrick carefully closed the door into the room.
While I had been busy getting the copies of the faked edition of the Star, which had so alarmed the owner of the garage and had set things moving rapidly, Garrick had also been busy, in another direction. He had explored not only the raided gambling den, but the little back yard which ran all the way to an extension on the rear of the house in the next street, in which was situated13 the woman's poolroom.
He had explored, also, the caved-in tunnel enough to make absolutely certain that his suspicions had been correct in the first place, and that it ran to this other joint14, from which the gamblers had made their escape. That had satisfied him, however, and he had not unearthed15 the remains16 of the tunnel or taken any action in the matter yet. Something else appeared to interest him much more at the present moment.
"I found," he said when he was sure that we were alone, "that the feed wire of the arc light that burns all the time in that main room over there in the place on Forty-seventh Street—you recall it?—runs in through the back of the house."
He was examining two wires which, from his manner, I inferred were attached to this feed wire, leading to it from the room in which we now were. What the purpose of the connection was I had no idea. Perhaps, I thought, it was designed to get new evidence against the place, though I could not guess how it was to be done. So far, except for what we had seen on our one visit, there had appeared to be no real evidence against the place, except, possibly, that which had died with the unfortunate Rena Taylor.
"What's that?" I asked, as Garrick produced a package from a closet where he had left it, earlier in the day.
I saw, after he had unwrapped it, that it was a very powerful microphone and a couple of storage cells. He attached it to the wire leading out to the electric light feed wire.
"I had provided it to be used in an emergency," he replied. "I think the time has come sooner than I anticipated."
I watched him curiously17, wondering what it would be that would come next.
There followed a most amazing series of groanings and mutterings from Garrick. I could not imagine what he was up to. The whole proceeding18 seemed so insane that, for the moment, it left me nonplussed19 and speechless.
Garrick caught the puzzled look on my face.
"What's the matter?" he laughed heartily20, cutting out the microphone momentarily and seeming to enjoy the joke to the utmost.
"Would you prefer to be sent to a State or a private institution?" I rasped, testily21. "What insanity22 is all this? It sounds like the fee-faw-fum and mummery of a voodoo man."
"Come, now, Tom," he rejoined, argumentatively. "You know as well as I do what sort of people those gamblers are—superstitious23 as the deuce. I did this once before to-day. This is a good time to do it again, before they persuade themselves that there is nothing in that story which we printed in the Star. That fellow is in there now, probably in that room where we were, and it is possible that they may reassure24 him and settle his fears. Now, just suppose a murder had been committed in a room, and you knew it, and heard groanings and mutterings—from nowhere, just in the air, about you, overhead—what would you do, if you were inclined to be superstitious?"
Before I could answer, he had resumed the antics which before I had found so inexplicable25.
"Cut out and run, I suppose," I replied. "But what has that to do with the case? The groanings are here—not there. You haven't been able to get in over there to attach anything, have you? What do you mean?"
"No," he admitted, "but did you ever hear what you could do with a microphone, a rheostat, and a small transformer coil if you attached them properly to a direct-current electric lighting26 circuit? No? Well, an amateur with a little knowledge of electricity could do it. The thing is easily constructed, and the result is a most complicated matter."
"Well?" I queried27, endeavouring to follow him.
"The electric arc," he continued, "isn't always just a silent electric light. You know that. You've heard them make noises. Under the right conditions such a light can be made to talk—the 'speaking arc,' as Professor Duddell calls it. In other words, an arc light can be made to act as a telephone receiver."
I could hardly believe the thing possible, but Garrick went on explaining.
"You might call it the arcophone, I suppose. The scientific fact of the matter is that the arc is sensitive to very small variations of the current. These variations may run over a wide range of frequency. That suggested to Duddell that a direct-current arc might be used as a telephone receiver. All that you need is to add a microphone current to the main arc current. The arc reproduces sounds and speech distinctly, loud enough, even, to be heard several feet away from the light."
He had cut out the microphone again while he was talking to me. He switched it in again with the words, "Now, get ready, Tom. Just one more; then we must hurry around in that car of ours and watch the fun."
This time he was talking into the microphone. In a most solemn, sepulchral28 voice he repeated, "Let the slayer29 of Rena Taylor beware. She will be avenged30! Beware! It will be a life for a life!"
Three times he repeated it, to make sure that it would carry. Then, grabbing up his hat and coat, he dashed out of the room, past the surprised policeman at the door, and took the steps in front of the house almost at a bound.
We hardly had time to enter our own car and reach the corner of Forty-seventh Street, when the big black automobile31 which we had followed uptown shot by almost before the traffic man at the crossing could signal a clear road.
"We must hang onto him!" cried Garrick, turning to follow. "Did you catch a glimpse of his face? It's our man, the go-between, the keeper of the garage whom they call the Boss. He was as pale as if he had seen a ghost. I guess he did think he heard one. Between the news-paper fake and the speaking arc, I think we've got him going. There he is."
It was an exciting ride, for the man ahead was almost reckless, though he seemed to know instinctively32 still just when to put on bursts of speed and when to slow down to escape being arrested for speeding. We hung on, managing to keep something less than a couple of blocks behind him. It was evident that he was making for the ferry uptown across the river to New Jersey33, and, taking advantage of this knowledge, Garrick was able to drop back a little, and approach the ferry by going down a different street so that there was no hint yet that we were following him.
By judicious34 jockeying we succeeded in getting on the boat on the opposite side from the car we were following, and in such a way that we could get off as soon as he could. We managed to cross the ferry, and, in the general scramble35 that attends the landing, to negotiate the hill on the other side of the river without attracting the attention of the man in the other car. His one idea seemed to be speed, and he had no suspicion, apparently36, that in his flight he was being followed.
As we bowled along, forced by circumstances to take the fellow's dust,
Garrick would quietly chuckle4 now and then to himself.
"Fancy what he must have thought," he chortled. "First the newspaper that sent him scurrying37 up to the gambling place for more news, or to spread the alarm, and then, while they were sitting about, perhaps while someone was talking about the strange voices they had already heard this morning, suddenly the voice from nowhere. Can you blame them if they thought it was a warning from the grave?"
Whatever actually had happened in the gambling house, the practical effect was all that even Garrick could have desired. Hour after hour, we hung to that car ahead, leaving behind the cities, and passing along the regular road through town after town.
Sometimes the road was well oiled, and we would have to drop back a bit to escape too close observation. Then we would strike a stretch where it was dry. The clouds of dust served to hide us. On we went until it was apparent that the man was now headed at least in the direction of Tuxedo38.
We now passed the boundary between New York state and New Jersey and soon after that came to the house of Dr. Mead39 where Warrington had been convalescing40 until Garrick's warning had brought him, still half ill, down to the city to protect Violet Winslow. In fact, the road seemed replete41 with interesting reminiscences of the case, for a few miles back was the spot where Rena Taylor's body had been found, as well as the garage whence had come the rumour42 of the blood-stained car. There was no chance to stop and tell the surprised Dr. Mead just what had become of his patient and we had to trust that Warrington would explain his sudden disappearance43 himself. In fact, Garrick scarcely looked to either the right or left, so intent was he on not missing for an instant the car that was leading us in this long chase.
On we sped, around the bend where Warrington had been held up. It was a nasty curve, even in the daytime.
"I think this fellow ahead noticed the place," gritted44 Garrick, leaning forward. "He seemed to slow up a bit as he turned. I hope he didn't notice us as he turned his head back slightly."
It made no difference, if he did, for, the curve passed, he was evidently feeding the gas faster than ever. We turned the curve also, the forward car something more than a quarter of a mile ahead of us.
"We must take a chance and close up on him," said Garrick, as he, too, accelerated his speed, not a difficult thing to do with the almost perfect racer of Warrington's. "He may turn off at a crossroad at any time, now."
Still our man kept on, bowling45 northward46 along the fine state road that led to one of the richest parts of the country.
He came to the attractive entrance to Tuxedo Park. Almost, I had expected him to turn in. At least I should not have been surprised if he had done so.
However, he kept on northward, past the entrance to the Park. We hung doggedly47 on.
Where was he going? I wondered whether Garrick might have been wrong, after all. Half a mile lengthened48 into a mile. Still he was speeding on.
But Garrick had guessed right. Sure enough, at a cross road, the other car slowed down, then quickly swung around, off the main road.
"What are you going to do?" I asked Garrick quickly. "If we turn also, that will be too raw. Surely he'll notice that."
"Going to stop," cried Garrick, taking in the situation instantly. "Come on, Tom, jump out. We'll fake a little tire trouble, in case he should look around and see us stopping here. I'll keep the engine running."
We went back and stood ostentatiously by the rear wheel. Garrick bent49 over it, keeping his eye fixed50 on the other car, now perhaps half a mile along on the narrow crossroad.
It neared the top of a hill on the other side of the valley across which the road wound like a thin brown line, then dipped down over the crest51 and was lost on the other side.
Garrick leaped back into our car and I followed. He turned the bend almost on two wheels, and let her out as we swept down a short hill and then took the gentle incline on high speed, eating up the distance as though it had been inches instead of nearly a mile.
A short distance from the top of the hill, Garrick applied52 the brake, just in time so that the top of our car would not be visible to one who had passed on down the next incline into the valley beyond.
"Let us walk up the rest of the way," he said quickly, "and see what is on the other side of this hill."
We did so cautiously. Far down below us we could see the car which we had been trailing all the way up from the city, threading its way along the country road. We watched it, and as we did so, it slowed up and turned out, running up a sort of lane that led to what looked like a trim little country estate.
The car had stopped at an unpretentious house at the end of the lane. The driver got out and walked up to the back door, which seemed to be stealthily opened to admit him.
"Good!" exclaimed Garrick. "At last we are on a hot trail!"
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gambling
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roundsman
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superstitious
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bowling
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