"The Ship" was a disreputable-looking frame building, a tavern4 of several generations ago, once historically famous, but now, like a decayed man about town, relegated5 to the company of those whom formerly6 he would have scorned.
Not many months ago it had been a saloon. Now a big sign declared that only soft drinks were sold in it. Even that change did not seem to have done much for the respectability of the place. The neighborhood was still quite as tough and squalid and "The Ship," itself, with a coat of paint, had not become even a whited sepulcher7.
Kennedy, Brooks, and myself entered and passed into a typical, low-ceilinged back room of the old days. There at a number of greasy8, dirty round tables sat a miscellaneous collection of river-rats, some talking and smoking ill-favored pipes, others [154] reading newspapers. I felt sure that they were drinking something other than soft drinks, and wondered whence the stuff had come. Had it been smuggled9 in on vessels10 from the near-by wharves11?
We sat down and for some moments Brooks and I did most of the talking, being careful to cover ourselves and pose neither as detectives nor even as newspaper men, lest the slightest slip might excite suspicion among the evil-looking customers of the den12.
We had been sitting thus for some time, Kennedy saying very little, when Brooks leaned over toward me and whispered, in reality to Kennedy: "The fellow I discovered—the one they call Number Six—has a room up-stairs. If we could only register here we might get a room—and a chance to search the other rooms."
Kennedy nodded non-committally, but made no effort to put the suggestion into execution, and I saw that he was merely waiting for something to turn up.
For almost an hour we remained talking at the table, endeavoring to ingratiate ourselves with the waiter of the place, a rather burly fellow, who seemed to regard us with suspicion as strangers. Yet, as long as we did nothing or asked nothing indiscreet our burly waiter seemed unable to do anything else than tolerate us.
I was becoming impatient, when a furtive14-looking individual entered from what had formerly been the bar. Brooks winked15 sidewise at us and I [155] gathered that the new-comer was the redoubtable16 "Number 6," the operative of the Rascon Agency whom Brooks had located.
He cast his furtive eyes around and his glance caught Brooks, who nodded, beckoning17 him over to the table.
The former operative sidled over and sat down, eying us suspiciously, in spite of Brooks's effort to handle him with tact18.
We fell into conversation, beginning on the weather and progressing to the usual topic of the evil times into which prohibition19 was throwing us.
Gradually Brooks led around to more intimate subjects and finally the name of Rascon was mentioned.
At once the former operative flew into a towering rage.
"Say," he ejaculated, "if I should tell you of all the crooked21 deals that fellow was in—"
He checked himself in spite of his anger, and at once a look of suspicion crossed his face as he glanced doubtfully at us. At least I felt there could be no question that the operative had really double-crossed Rascon. As to whether we might profit by it or not, that was another matter.
"Fair enough," interposed Kennedy, trying to reassure22 the fellow. "Now we're not friends of his exactly. To come right down to brass23 tacks," he added, lowering his voice, "this gentleman here tells me that you have something to sell. The question is—what do you want and how are you [156] going to deliver the goods—I mean in the way that's safest for you, of course."
Kennedy was leaning over frankly24 toward the fellow. The operative's eyes narrowed and a look of low cunning came over his face. He looked about at the other tables, as though not quite sure of even those about him.
"How do I know you come from her?" he shot out. "Maybe you're bulls."
Kennedy quickly reassured25 him. "You can arrange the matter any way that's safest to you," he repeated.
I had been so intent on our own little affair that I had not noticed that a couple of new-comers had entered from the side door and were at a table not far from us.
It had not escaped the shifty eyes of our customer. He gave a perceptible start and in an instant was as dumb as an oyster26.
Kennedy's cold steel eye seemed to bore right into the gaze of our man now as he leaned forward and whispered to him something I did not hear until, as Craig drew back, I could catch the last of it—"And as sure as the Lord made little apples, I'll shoot if you don't take me up to where you've got the goods. If you do—you get the money."
I glanced about hastily and saw that Kennedy's hand was hidden in his pocket, which bulged27 as if something metallic28 were held there under cover.
The fellow glanced sullenly30 from us to the new arrivals, as though in a quandary31.
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"You got the money with you?" he asked, rather shakily.
"Yes," Kennedy cut short.
"'Cause I'll have to beat it the back way—and we got to work fast," he explained, his eyes roving from the burly bartender, who had just gone out to the couple at the other table, apparently32 oblivious33 to us.
"The faster the better. You can make your get-away with the coin as soon as those reports are in my hands."
"All right," he agreed, nervously34, then added to me, "and if you fellows see any one try to follow us—you stop 'em. See?"
I nodded for both myself and Brooks.
"Come on," indicated the former crook20 detective to Kennedy. "Quick!"
Kennedy rose and followed the fellow to a door to a hallway that looked as if it led up-stairs.
No sooner had the two risen than our strangers at the other table were alert. I swung around in my chair suddenly toward them, and as I did so my hand went to my hip1 pocket, as though in search of a gun. For just an instant they paused in their attention to Kennedy.
Out of the tail of my eye I caught sight of Kennedy and the operative at the hall door. Framed in the doorway35 now stood our burly waiter, snarling36 some remark.
"What do youse want?" growled37 the waiter.
Before there was a change for a reply a shot rang [158] out from the other side of the room and the place was instantly in Cimmerian darkness as the bullet smashed the one light in the room.
There was a rush and a scuffle. I flung one fellow off, only to be tackled in the blackness by some one else. Swiftly thoughts crowded through my mind as the place was in an uproar39.
Had we been followed here? Was it a trap? Was Rascon ready to risk anything rather than to have those reports pass into unfriendly hands?
The moment the light winked out, Kennedy had swung on the burly waiter and had sprung back toward us as we fought our way toward where we had last seen him. I did not know whether my second assailant was one of the two strangers at the other table or not. Over and over we rolled, knocking down tables and chairs, the air torrid with oaths from all sides.
What had become of Kennedy and Brooks I didn't know. I am sure that I would have mastered the situation in my own private little fight if, at that moment, there had not been the crash of glass from another door, followed by a shrill40 cry.
"The bulls!" I heard some harsh voice growl38.
It seemed as if new men were coming from all directions. My man squirmed out from my grasp and before I knew it, in the darkness, I found myself in the anomalous41 position of being held firmly by the collar by a policeman, while all about I could hear the impact of billies on crass42 skulls43, resounding44 in a manner that was awe-inspiring. My own captor [159] needed only a word to bring his own club down on my head, and, needless to say, I was not going to say that word.
An instant later some one found a wall light and turned it on. In the half-light, I could hear a laugh behind me. I turned.
It was Doyle!
"How did you come here?" I gasped45, breathlessly, as Doyle released my collar and I stretched my neck to remove the kinks, in so doing catching46 sight of Kennedy standing47 over the unconscious form of the waiter in the doorway as he held the redoubtable No. 6 by the collar.
"Kennedy thought it was a trap—tipped me off," laughed Doyle, swinging his club as he shouted orders to his men to dive into command of each door or window exit.
"Did you locate Rascon?" panted Kennedy, twisting just a bit tighter the collar of the operative whom he was holding.
"Sure," returned Doyle, already beginning to line up his prisoners against a blank wall on one side. "He'll be here in a minute. But don't wait for him, if that's your man. Search the place—and, see here, you," he menaced the former operative, "no monkey-shines. You give Mr. Kennedy them papers—or—" Doyle trailed off in one of his picturesque48 oaths.
While Doyle's men completed the line-up against the wall, Kennedy led the now quaking No. 6 into the hall, followed by Doyle, Brooks, and myself.
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We mounted the stairs, looking into every closet and cranny. Hundreds of cases of "wet" goods must have been concealed49 in the place, which later we discovered was more than a "speak-easy," for it proved to be a veritable moonshine still almost in the heart of the city.
Our search was not long. The stress of threat and circumstance broke down the former crook detective, who now was as keen to clear himself, gratis50, and hang something on Rascon, as before he had been to collect his graft51 and get away with it.
Directed by him, in a hall bedroom, under the worn carpet, we loosened a board of the floor and took from the lath and plaster of the ceiling below a flat packet done up in oiled silk.
At last we had the purloined52 Rascon letters.
Doyle's eyes widened at the sight of what Craig had uncovered. Here was a whole set of reports such as that which we had already obtained, only of far greater value.
Kennedy was immersed in reading them already.
"What's in them?" asked Doyle, reaching eagerly for the sheaf of precious tissue-paper carbon copies.
Kennedy did not stop reading, but merely motioned to be let alone, as, quickly, he ran his eye over one after another.
"Honora had evidently been trailed all over the city," he commented, as he read.
It was a few moments later that Kennedy's eyes narrowed as he reached another of the reports.
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"Here's one that is very interesting," he muttered, half to himself.
We crowded around and read the report that was rather lengthy53, while Kennedy turned the pages slowly.
I shall not attempt to quote it, but rather give the gist13 of it.
"Starts out as though it were a report on Vina and Shattuck," commented Kennedy, "but as you read on, it seems more as though it were a report on Honora."
It seemed that the events had happened, or were alleged54 to have happened, in a resort in Greenwich Village, known as the Orange and Blue Tea-room. As we read the name, Brooks nodded wisely.
"I know the place," he remarked, "run by a young lady of very advanced ideas—Zona Dare."
However, none of us paid much attention to the interruption at the time, but kept on reading. For, it seemed that one night, scarcely a fortnight before, Vina Lathrop had arrived at the Orange and Blue, according to Rascon's operative, when shortly afterward55 Shattuck had dropped in, saw her, and wandered over to her table. Later Honora Wilford came in, observed them, but did not sit with them. Instead, she remained alone at another table watching the couple very jealously.
"There's a queer break in the report at this point," remarked Kennedy, turning the page. "Nothing further is said about this meeting, but see how it resumes."
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Apparently, Honora, as she watched, had become more and more nervous, for Rascon went on to detail a stormy meeting between the two women, in which Honora faced Vina with biting sarcasm56 and at which Vina replied in a manner usually described as "catty."
Shattuck had tried to act as peacemaker and to smooth things over. But evidently explanations were useless and only made matters worse. It seemed that whatever it was he said pleased neither woman, and finally, after Honora, with a parting shot at Vina, had swept out of the tea-room, Shattuck very apologetically placed Vina in a cab, then took another himself, and all three had departed in separate ways.
"Who is this Zona Dare, did you say?" asked Kennedy of Brooks, when we had all finished reading.
"One of the well-known Villagers," returned Brooks. "I believe she has some reputation as an interpreter of Freud—you know, the dream doctor? They put on a one-act play down there last winter that she wrote."
"Indeed?" returned Kennedy, interested, but non-committal.
I could not help but think that we had struck pay dirt in this report, knowing, as I did, Washington Square and its fondness for whatever is "new," like Freud.
Had Vina and Shattuck, as well, been dabbling57 in the new dream philosophy? I felt sure that [163] Honora knew next to nothing about it. At least, so far, her actions had betrayed little knowledge and less suspicion. Or, it suddenly occurred to me, was Honora deeper than I suspected, and was her seeming ignorance only a pose? Did she know that Kennedy knew, know that to Doyle and the rest Freud was not even a name, and that she must play a clever game to match wits with Kennedy in this matter?
Above all, was the report true? If so, judged by Village standards, was it a hint, a strange example of the so-called "new morality"? On the one side was Shattuck, seeking to break up the relations between Honora and her husband. At the same time was he playing a game with Vina Lathrop? As for Vina, her own relations with her husband were strained. Had she known of Shattuck's regard for Honora and had that aroused in her a desire to break it up, for her own advantage?
To cap it all, what of Honora? Was this the jealous soul mate pursuing her affinity58 and finding him false?
What, indeed, was the viewpoint—according to the "new morality"? I could not but reflect on what a tangle59 things had been brought into—once the old morality was thrown overboard and the old immorality60 renamed.
Suddenly there flashed over my mind the recollection of some of the conversation that had been overheard in Wilford's office with the unknown woman visitor.
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"Give her up, Vail. Can't you see she really doesn't love you—never did—never could?"
Had it been said by Vina of Honora—or by Honora of Vina? Either of them, according to her own philosophy of life, might have said it of the other. In the "new morality" there was surely scope for the play of mysterious excuses for passions.
"It's easy to see," I remarked, "that Wilford, through these Rascon reports and in other ways, had been laying a foundation not only for Vina's divorce, but his own."
Kennedy nodded sententiously. "But why did he have Vina shadowed here to the tea-room—that is, if that is the case? Had he some inkling that Vina was merely using him? And what's the reason for that break in the report? I believe there's something more in that three-cornered meeting than appears."
These reports, I reflected, as now we awaited the arrival of Rascon himself, were giving quite another side to the characters of the people concerned in the case from that which had been exhibited hitherto. Were we getting down at last under the surface of their private life and finding it of the same sort as that of the "smart set" and the fringe that apes the smart set?
There was a commotion61 in the hallway and a moment later Rascon himself entered, accompanied, in answer to the summons of Kennedy through Doyle, by one of Doyle's own men.
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At once Doyle took the affair in hand, and Kennedy did not interfere62, deeming it best, apparently, to let Rascon gain the impression that the whole matter had originated with Doyle.
Question after question Doyle flung at Rascon without getting an answer that was truly enlightening. Finally, exasperated63, as Doyle always became when his rasping third degree did not produce results, Doyle picked up the tissue-paper, typewritten reports and shook them in Rascon's face.
"Then you swear that these reports are true?" Doyle demanded. "Don't stop. The devil with how this fellow Number Six got away with them and we learned they were here. Are they true?"
Rascon was sullenly silent.
"Are they true? Come now, you'll have to answer that sometime, Rascon."
"Yes," replied the crook detective, defiantly64.
Doyle turned to us with an air of triumph, as though he had gained a great admission, though I could not see, for the life of me, why he should be so elated at having merely begun.
"I've just read this one," remarked Kennedy, quietly, picking up the report we had all glanced through. "It's true—you say—but it isn't the whole truth, Rascon."
Rascon maintained his sullen29 silence, but there was a furtive cast in his glance that had not been present in the defiance65 of Doyle. Evidently in his mind was running the thought, "Just what is it that this man, Kennedy, may know, and how am I going [166] to keep from being too clever and tripping myself up?" I knew it to be a situation in which Kennedy frankly reveled, this interplay of wits.
"There's a break here," prompted Kennedy, with a positiveness that was palpably disconcerting to Rascon.
Kennedy fixed66 his gaze on Rascon, who fidgeted and finally weakened.
"Well, you see," he admitted, "Mr. Wilford came in at that point—said to watch them—and left. I didn't think that it was necessary to put that in the report—to him."
"Did Mrs. Wilford see him there?" demanded Kennedy, quickly.
"No—I don't think so."
"Well—which were you following?" cut in Doyle, to the vexation of Kennedy, who, until then, had had things going pretty much his own way. "Was it Mrs. Lathrop or Shattuck—or—was it Mrs. Wilford herself?"
Doyle modulated67 his voice in his craftiest68 manner, the manner which I hated, for it was so evident that he tended toward hanging the crime ultimately on Honora.
"Why, it was Mr. Shattuck I was following," snapped Rascon, "Mr. Shattuck and Mr. Wilford's wife."
The answer was indeed an answer. I felt that Doyle had furnished Rascon with what was, to the crook detective, a neat way to let himself out of a tight position, and I could see that it had given [167] Rascon a relief from Kennedy's more subtle grilling69.
"We'll take that matter up later," was all Kennedy ventured, hiding his chagrin70 at the interruption of Doyle.
On his part, Doyle seemed to insist on making it evident that he had scored.
"Rascon," he added, extending his fist menacingly at the detective, who by this time seemed to have recovered some of his lost equilibrium71 as he realized the extent of our "find," due to the unexpected treachery of his operative—"Rascon, did you offer to sell these reports to Mrs. Wilford? I know about that Beach House report. Is that why you left Mr. Wilford's name out? Come—you might as well admit it."
"No—I didn't try to sell them to Mrs. Wilford," defied Rascon, with assurance. "Why should I? Mr. Wilford paid me a bonus for that particular report—not to me, of course, but to the operative I had assigned to the case."
Kennedy, by this time, had given up the further quizzing of Rascon at this time as hopeless, and was preparing to leave.
As for myself, I cannot say that I was entirely72 uninfluenced by Doyle's apparent estimate of Honora Wilford, in the light of Rascon's report and his ready explanation. Though I would not have admitted it to any one else, I began to wonder whether, if the reports were true and Rascon's explanation held, I had been correct in my estimate [168] of Honora. A word from Kennedy would have set me right. Why had he not spoken it? Moreover, had my own interpretation73 of his Freudian analysis of her been correct? Was she the marble woman he had made me think her? The more I thought of it, the more I felt that the "new morality" down-town was pretty much the same as the old immorality up-town. I began to wonder whether Honora, in her doubt of the lack of feeling for Wilford, had succeeded in keeping herself from being smirched by either standard. I was frankly at sea.
We left alone, leaving Doyle to handle the product of his raid, including the now intractable Rascon. Craig thanked Brooks for his help and Brooks had scarcely left us. I was about to ask Kennedy his frank opinion of the case for Honora, when he himself forestalled74 me briskly.
"Walter, I've an angle of this thing I want to go into immediately. Besides, I have some work I must get through at the laboratory. Suppose that, in the mean time, you trace down what truth there may be in that tea-room incident. I think you and your friend, Belle75 Balcom, could do that."
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