“Somebody,” whispered the secret service man, “is torturing Osceola!”
“Sounds like it, all right,” panted Bill, “but I’d have thought you could cut that Seminole into little pieces and never get a peep out of him! They must be monsters—There’s a light—window in the rear—come on!”
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Bill in the lead, they dashed round the house, then stopped short. Through the kitchen screen door they caught a glimpse of a stranger lying on the floor, and Osceola’s figure bending over him. Careful as had been their movements, Osceola’s keen ears detected them, for he reached up quickly and switched off the hanging bulb.
“Speak or I’ll fire!” His order came like a shot.
Bill laughed shakily. “It’s only me, you wild Seminole—me and a pal5 of ours—we’ve come to rescue you from your torturers—and by gosh!—here we find you, in reverse! What’s the idea, boy?”
“Wait a sec—I’m coming out.”
They saw the Chief’s tall form loom6 up beside them, although his approach had been made without a sound.
“What’s going on, anyway?” Sanborn’s nerves were badly shaken and his relief on seeing Osceola free and sound in body sharpened his tone.
“Yes, what’re you tryin’ to do—scalp the man?” added Bill.
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Osceola chuckled7. “My gosh, did you think that yell came from me? Why, no, Bill, I’m trying something a little harder than that. I was just about to learn something of interest to all of us, when you butted8 in.”
“But what on earth were you doing to the man?” asked Sanborn.
“Oh, the old match trick. But what have you chaps been doing to yourselves? You look like a pair of nigger roustabouts!”
“Roosting in a chimney—a nice sooty one, too.” Bill turned to the detective. “Those keen eyes of his have found us out. And the match trick, I believe, consists of placing a lighted match between the victim’s toes.”
“But we can’t have that—it’s torture!” exploded Sanborn heatedly.
Bill laughed.
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“Shut up, this isn’t funny,” growled9 Osceola. “Do you want that guy in there to hear and spoil everything?” He leaned close to Sanborn. “It’s hardly ever necessary to let a low-class white feel the flame. This fellow screamed when I lit the match, and again when I put the unlighted end between his toes. You see? You just make a lengthy10 explanation of what is going to happen to him before you start. His imagination does the rest.”
“But Osceola—there is a possibility of burning—and I don’t like it.”
“All right, sir. I’ll light one match and stick another, an unlighted one, between his tootsies! He’ll bleat11 just the same. You see, when I was tied up I heard this man and his wife talking about a laboratory or factory that the Professor runs up at a place called Mizzentop. And I heard just enough to make me curious—I—”
“Go ahead, then. Find out what goes on in that laboratory, and we’ll know the answer to the winged cartwheels. But don’t you think you’re taking chances in a lighted room with nothing between you and the night but a screen door?”
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“Huh—” grunted12 Osceola, “that fellow hasn’t had a bath in months—it’s a warm night, Mr. Sanborn. I prefer taking chances with bullets to being asphyxiated13!”
Sanborn chuckled. “Go to it, Chief—but no rough stuff, remember. Turn on the light again if you wish. Bill and I will keep watch outside. The people up at the big house have gone to bed, but it’s just as well to take precautions. And we can hear anything your friend may have to say from the shadow of the porch.”
They walked up to the porch and Osceola went inside the house. Then the light went on in the kitchen and the young Seminole started speaking.
“Well, Mr. Skunk14! Some friends of mine are out back. They are also interested in hearing about Mizzentop. So, that being that, I’m going to light another match—”
“No, no! I’ll tell—I’ll tell!”
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“Good enough. But calm yourself, bozo—there’s no need to shout the glad tidings all over Connecticut!”
“But the Professor, sir—he will—”
“The Professor is having his own troubles, my friend. Anyway, for some time to come, you and your amiable15 wife in the other room will be occupying nice little cells in a big, safe jail! Out with it now—or I shall become impatient.”
“Very well, sir, I’ll tell.” Still thoroughly16 frightened, the man spoke17 submissively. “Just what was it you wanted to know?”
“Everything that you know about this silver dollar business, and the place up at Mizzentop. Make it snappy, though! I don’t want to hang around here all night.”
“Yes, sir. Professor Fanely is crazy—crazy on one subject. I noticed it coming on last year, and this spring, he got worse. ’Twas then he started this token bunk18. Him and that big secretary of his, Lambert. Every one of us was handed out one of them stamped dollars, and we was all sworn to secrecy19 and given a number. Mine’s thirteen, and it’s brung me nuthin’ but bad luck.”
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“—So you’re the guy that broke into the Boltons!”
“I was, sir—got in by a winder. But I didn’t get nuthin’—and I lost my token into the bargain. Professor raised the roof about it, and docked my pay, too.”
“That was just too bad,” declared Osceola sarcastically20. “Now go ahead with the rest of it—this organization, and old Fanely’s crazy fancy.”
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“It weren’t no fancy, sir. Professor Fanely, for all his friendliness21 with the big bugs22 down in Washington, hates the whole bunch of ’em like poison. He wanted to be President, but they wouldn’t let him run—too old to be considered, I guess. It’s been preyin’ on his mind ever since the last election, but the old boy was foxy, he kept it pretty much to himself. Lambert told me, though, he used to blow up to him. Well, last spring he made up his mind to get even with the government. Nobody but a crazy man would have thought up the plan. Me and some of the others that worked for him didn’t want to go into it. It wa’nt no use, though; we knew what we’d get in the end if we welshed. And he raised our pay then, you see—”
“I see. But what was this crazy plan?”
“He hired a lot of thugs and dope runners in the big city, sir. And he’s been importing big lots of cocaine23 from Europe. The old hotel up to Mizzentop was bought and fitted up as a kind of laboratory-factory, and the dope was stored up there. That house he blew up was where the factory super and some of his head men stayed. Professor Fanely, of course you know, is terrible wealthy. For years he’s been what they call a great phil—philan—”
“You mean philanthropist, I take it?”
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“That’s it—couldn’t think of it for a minute, sir. Well,—his speciality is canned goods. He spends millions every year on ’em. Has ’em distributed to the poor and the near poor all over the United States. Even his friends get big cases of canned goods from him at Christmas time. It’s his hobby—he’s known the country over for it.”
“Yes, I’ve heard about it,” said Osceola, “I remember his yen24 for giving away canned goods. He even sent down a large shipment to my Seminoles in Florida last winter. I ate some of the stuff myself, and wrote him a letter of thanks. But what do his canned goods have to do with the cocaine smuggling25?”
“Why, the Professor has made a solution of the stuff, that he says is impossible to detect.”
“Detect—in what?”
Unconsciously Ashton Sanborn and Bill moved to a position just outside the screen door.
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“Detect in the canned goods,” Number 13 explained. “That stuff is concentrated at Mizzentop. Every can has a very small hole bored in the top, and the solution is squirted into the soup or fruit or whatever’s in the can, by a small syringe. This little bit of a hole—it’s just big enough to push the needle through—is closed up again. It’s all done by machinery26 that’s been installed in the old hotel at Mizzentop.”
“Great guns!” ejaculated the young Chief in horror. “Why, that will make dope fiends of thousands, perhaps millions of men, women and children!”
“That’s the Professor’s idea, sir. They’ll get the cocaine habit and never know how they done it. Professor Fanely says it’s the best way he knows of for getting even with a country that won’t have him for President. When I was up there yesterday, I seen a case of goods addressed to the White House. If he’s given enough time, he boasts he’ll have everybody in the United States, from the chief executive in Washington down, eating his free canned goods.”
Ashton Sanborn swung open the screen door and strode into the kitchen. “Look here!” he thundered. “How long have these shipments been leaving Mizzentop?”
“Oh—but the Professor has had such a job perfectin’ his cocaine solution that only the first boxes of the goods is ready to leave the factory.”
Sanborn mopped his brow. “Thank God for that! Then none of it has gone out yet?”
“That’s so, sir. I believe Mike intends to take the first truck loads down to the Pawling railroad station in the morning.”
“Well, now that we know, what are we going to do about it?” asked Osceola.
“Raid the place with State Police, of course. We’ll pile this man and his wife into the car with us, and light out for the Greenwich Police Station. I’ve got to get Captain Simmonds on the telephone at once. You fellows grab the woman. I’ll take care of this chap.” He swung the trussed figure over his shoulders and tramped out of the house.
“This couple tied you up, did they?” Bill asked the chief as they made their way toward the front room.
“They sure did. And chucked me into an empty coal bin27 down cellar. The idiots tied my hands in front of me, though. Gosh, how I hate the taste of hemp28!”
“Gnawed through the rope, eh?”
“Yep, and found a hatchet29 in the cellar. When I came up here, Number 13 and his spouse30 were playing cards at the kitchen table. I guess they thought the whole Seminole Nation had arrived when I hurled31 the young ax and pinned 13’s coat sleeve to the table! Well, that’s that.”
“It is,” said Bill. “And what a prize you pulled! You know, it’s a gruesome ending. Funny thing—”
“It’s about the most awful thing you and I have ever been mixed up in, Bill. This canned food business is horrible!”
“I’ll say it is! Makes my bones feel like water just to think of it. But that isn’t what I meant—”
“What then?”
“Why, in every mystery book or detective story I’ve read, the tale ends when the mystery is solved.”
“And what’s that got to do with the price of doped canned goods?”
“Well, this mystery is solved, isn’t it? And yet we’ve got the hardest part of the whole thing ahead of us.”
“Catching old Fanely and pinning the cans to him?”
“That’s it.”
“This,” remarked Osceola, “is not a book, Bill. It’s a racket. Come along and give me a hand with the old woman.”
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