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Kudolph Van Vechten. a young map of
I'-iauro, |H astonished to see a man enter
Km MfWriatAn club, loner unoccupied and
•pokcn of um the Hunan of Mystery. Sev-
•ral persons at regular Intervals enter
No. 1313. Van Vechten expresses concorn
to lus frlond. Tom Fhlnney, regarding the
whereabouts of his cousin and fiancee,
I alge Carew. A man Is forcibly ejected
from the house. Van Vechten and Tom
follow the man and find him dead In the
street. Van Vechten Is attracted by the
face of a girl In the crowd of onlookers
surrounding the body. l>atcr ho discov-
ers the girl gnalng at him with a look of
scorn from the windows of the mysteri-
ous house. Iietectlve Flint calls on Van
> echten to get his version of the trag-
pdv. Tom Phlnney (roes alone on a yacht-
ing trip. He recognises among some per-
sons In a passing motor boat two men
whom he had seen enter the House of
Mystery. He sees one of them, a Mr. Cal-
lts. on shore later and follows him. Tom
Is seized, blindfolded and taken to a
house. He hears a girl named Jessie, evi-
dently the daughter of the man In author-
i i 'i|u<;s"on his captors. A sweet-voiced
girl later protests against the roughness
or his captors. Van Vechten calls on his
I'ncle, Theodore Van Vechten, big man
• n wall street and known ns the "Man of
Iron," In search of information regarding
Ihe whereabouts of Paige t'arew. Detec-
llve Flint shows Van Vechten a gold
mesh purse found In the House of Mys-
tery. Van recognizes it na belonging to
r<xlge Carew. The sweet-voiced girl helps
Tom Phlnney escape. Detective Flint
tells Van Vechten he has a theory that
Paige has been kidnaped.
BOOK II.
CHAPTER V.
Tom Phlnney Returns.
During this ride It occurred to Vail
Vechten that ha had seen nothing of
Tom I'hlnney sinco he had sent him
away brusquely the day before. He
wondered not a little at his friend's
prolonged absence, hoped that Tom
was not huffy, and finally concluded
that he had tired of waiting upon an
uncertainty and had gone oft upon
eome jaunt of his own.
The Man of Iron barkened attentive-
ly to what Kudolph had to say, but if
'.he narration prompted any misgivings
jo showed them not at all. He consid-
ered a moment, after the younger man
lad finished, then said:
"One woman might drop from sight
•n a number of ways, but it is too im-
probable to believe that both Paige
ud Josephine could have been made
away with without a ripple reaching
the shore. Both merit a stern rebuke,
ilthough I apprehend that nothing seri-
3us has happeued."
And Theodore Van Vechten dis-
missed the subject, dor would he dis-
cuss It any further during Rudolph's
stay.
A furious thunderstorm was raging
when the latter was ready to depart,
bo he perforce dined with his uncle,
«ind instead of returning to the Pow-
hatan, went directly to the Kenmore,
where he surprised Barnicle with an
explicit Injunction not to be permit-
ted to Bleep a minute later than seven
o'clock.
• "Seven, did you say, eir?" asked
Barnicle, too thunderstruck to believe
his own ears.
The young man regarded his aged
valet a trifle sardonically.
"You old satyr. Go to bed at a de-
cent hour, and to sleep—mark that,
Barnicle?—and you will find It no
great hardship to rise before seven
o'clock."
"Oh, it's no 'ardship nt all, sir; Just
—er—beggin' your pardon, sir—just a
bit unusual, If I may be allowed to
eay so, sir."
"Well," Van Vechten announced, "I
am going to turn In now. And I want
to be up by seven."
An hour later, satisfied that his
raaeter actually was In a sound slum-
t er, Barnicle blinked at the bedroom
idoor In a bewildered way, then at the
icellarotte. Next ho produced a key,
'opened the richly carved door and
i>oured himself a stiff peg of brandy.
Having consumed this with evident
relish, glass and bottle were replaced,
■the door was closed and locked, and
then Barnicle moved with an air of
stealth to the desk telephone.
' Cautiously he seated himself and
noiselessly took dowu tho receiver,
filling for a number In a voice so low
that he was obliged to repeat It. Muf-
fling the mouth-piece with ono hand,
he held a long conversation—all In a
■mysterious undertone—In the course
iof which he replied to numerous ques-
tions on the part of his unseen Inter-
locutor.
Followed several minutes of Intent
listening by Barnicle, then he said:
"Mr. Kudolph is not a gentleman
'that shows 'Is feelings, don't y'know,
and that is what makes me suro that
whatever Is bothering him is sorlous. 1
can tell when anything is a-worryln'
And, in a resentful tone: " 'K
called ine a satire. '12 'as something
on 'is mind, so 'e 'as, yet 'e Is a-sleepln'
like a 'ealthy hinfant."
'Vuniferstand —some time tomorrow
night. I was afraid for a while that I
could not find an opportunity to call
you tonight; his coming 'onio so early
and unexpected like, don't y'know, and
his being that concerned quite took me
breath away."
Barnicle replaced the receiver as
noiselessly as he had taken It down,
and after switching off the lights stole
away to regions best known to him-
self.
Next morning, bright and early, Ru-
dolph Van Vechten was seated at his
writing-table, while Barnicle, tall,
tvhite-halred, cadaverous of counte-
nance, but extraordinarily efficient,
moved quickly about his morning
tasks, and so quietly that the young
man was not aware of his presence.
Van Vechten was compiling a list
of his friends and acquaintances in
London, together with such names of
Paige's friends as he could recall. Hav-
ing coni]4le<i this to his satisfaction,
he next directed his attention to the
composition of a cablegram which, he
trusted, would elicit news of Paige or
Mrs. Devereaux without occasioning
too much comment on tho part of the
recipient.
It was well afteaten o'clock when
he finished his laArs and departed.
The lnbtant the do™ closed Barnicle
left off what he happened to be doing
at the time, and stood listening to the
footfalls growing fainter in the hall.
Presently ho heard his master's voice
utter a sharp "Down!" an ensuing
clank and clatter of the elevator door,
and Barnicle broke Into activity again.
Hastening over to the writing-table,
he went deftly through a number of
papers. Van Vechten bad left sev-
eral rough drafts of the cablegram and
also one or two complete, but badly
scratched list of names. Ono each of
these Barnicle selected, carefully fold-
ed and placed in his pocket.
In the meantime a taxi cab con-
veyed Van Vechten to the nearest
telegraph office, where ho filed the
following message, directed to each
person on Ills list:
"Have lost my Cousin Paige Carew's
address. She will not write until Bhe
hears from me. Fear she Is 111. Can
you supply her present address?"
He left Instructions that all replies
be delivered at the Powhatan, whither
he betook himself to wait.
Bc.rely had he made himself comfort-
able In front of one of the windows
overlooking the street, when the hall
door again opened. He looked round
and beheld Tom Phlnney. Reserving
his greetlug until Tom drew nearer, he
was about to turn away again, but
something in Tom's appearance and
bearing abruptly struck him as being
a bit cold. He gave the truant a sharp
glance.
For one thing, Tom's noiseless en-
trance was In marked contrast to his
customary boisterous arrival; a grave
and thoughtful cast now sat upon his
usually good-humored countenance,
and he was contemplating Van Vechten
with a preoccupied stare which plain-
ly took no note of his surroundings.
Seeming all al once to become aware
of the figure over by tho window, Tom
halted, uttered a faint "Hullo, Ruddy,"
then proceeded to a chair beside Van
Vechten's Into which he sank delib-
erately. He Bat gazing dreamily Into
the street, as inert a« protoplasm.
Van Vechten surveyed him from
time to time, growing more and moro
puzzled, as the mlnu'uu passed with-
out Bound or movement from his com-
panion.
"Well?" he dryly broke the silence
at last. "It was an invigorating show-
er we had last night."
A grunt from Tom was the solo re-
sponse. He didn't even trouble to look
around. Then Van Vechten injected a
note of cheerfulness Into his next
speech.
"But it has turned delightful today."
"Uh-huh," from Tom.
"Great Scott!" cried the other Im-
patiently. "What'n the matter with
you? Are you 111? Or is it money—
or debts?"—although he knew Tom lo
bo a marvelously healthy animal, and
that neither of the other two possibili-
ties had power to disturb him In the
least.
Tom now slowly revolved his head
and looked at Van Vechten, glasslly.
Without replying, he nbsently fell to
caressing ono wrist, which appeared to
hi# companion to ba somewhat swol-
len and bruised. Van Vechten's curi-
osity mounted.
"Where have you been?" ho de-
manded.
Then unconsciously he began caress-
ing the other wrist, which also was
discolored and swollen, Vun Vechten
observed.
"Rocky Cove—h'-m. What's hap-
pened to your wrists?"
Tom flushed and tried to hide the
telltale wrists, but finding this impos-
sible he came suddenly back to earth.
"Ruddy," he abruptly announced, "I
mean to find a job."
"A laudable ambition," commented
his friend, still eyeing blra curiously.
"I never had a Job inysilf, nor any
desire for one; which, ab has been
pointed out to me more than once, is
nothing whatever to my credit. What
do you purpose doing, maj I Inquire?"
"I'm serious," returned Tom, scowl-
ing. "I mean Just what I say. I in-
tend to go to work. Think of all the
years I'vo squandered in idleness—"
"Heaven forbid!" broke In his
friend. "1 can Imagine only one thing
that could set you to reflecting upon
the desolate, dreary «. aste of your mis-
spent life. And, rnlrabllo dlctu et visu,
it has come at last! Who is this para-
gon of her sex that lias quickened
you?"
Tom colored again. 'Shucks!" he
growled sulkily. "A follow might as
well try talking seriously to an idiot."
"Believe me," said Van Vechten
earnestly, "I never was In a more
sober mood in my life. Mayn't I be
permitted some vent for my stupefac-
tion? You appear here, utterly unlike
the chap I know, and sit for minutes,
about as garrulous as a corpse, then
overwhelm me with tho amazing reve-
lation that you are—ef last—in love!
Tom, my dear fellow, I feel as if I
were participating in a tairacle. Tell
mo frankly all about h sr."
"She has the tendercst, most mu-
sical voice in the world," said Tom
fervently.
"That's the genuine poettc touch,"
said his friend. "Aud her hair?—her
eyes? Is she tall or short—Psyche, or
Diana? Hebe, or Hlpjolyta?"
"I—I don't kuow," stammered Tom.
"What!"
Tom twisted and squirmed uneasily
In his chair.
"Dash it all!" blurted lie at last. "I
was au ass for coming here; I might
have known that you'd screw every-
thing out of me. When I say I don't
know what she looks like, I moan just
that, but It makes me out a blooming
lunatic. But I haveu't seen her. I
haven't the least, idealwhat sho looks
"•E Called Me a Satire. 'E 'as Some-
thing on 'Is Mind, so 'e 'as."
like. Yet I want to find her worse
than ever I wanted anything in my
life."
The other's aspect grew grave enough
now. It wns plainly manifest that,
sinco they had parted Sunday, Tom
had undergone an experience of some
kind, that had affected him profound-
ly.
"Suppose," said his friend sympa-
thetically, "you tell me all about her."
And Tom did. He began with his
day upon the waters of the sound, con-
cluding this tago of his adventure
with an account of the inotorboat and
its occupants.
At mention of the white-haired ser-
vant. Van Vochten started violently,
but managed to retrain tho ejacula
tion that lenrod to the tip of his
tongue. HIh Interest w s now doubled,
and he settkd himself to harken to
the narrative, which he followed
thencefor vard to tbe end with a cod-
_gy,.r.l' ■« • «- ■' llin. in ppmilns
eloquence.
At the clone of the lecltal Van Vech-
ten remaihed a long time absorbed In
thought.
"To think," he said finally, "that
you—of ail persouB—should have blun-
dered into an adventure like that!
Hut, Tommy, it Is unfortunate thbt you
pledged yoursfctf not to hunt for the
house. 1 mipiVme it occ urred to you
that those people are the same who
occupied thlrteea-thtrteen?"
Tom nodded.
"Then listen to this," Van Vechten
pursued. "During your absence, Paige's
silence has assumed a really disquiet-
ing aspect; I am now deeply con-
cerned about her--even now atr. await-
ing replies to a dozen or more cable-
grams I sent off this Uiirning. Her
gold purse was found yenterctii;, ■.* that
"house."
His friend stared at him blankly.
"How tho dickens did it get there?"
he exclaimed.
"To be sure. And what has hap-
pened to my cousin ? Those are t wo
questions that I am extremely anx-
ious to have answered as soon as pos
sible; questions that must be an-
swered, in fact. Do you not see how
your promise to the unidentified young
lady has tied our hands at a vital mo-
ment?
"You said that, the girl who conduct-
ed you from the Rocky Cove house, in-
timated that you might indeed see her
—soon—under some strange condi-
tions. Have you any idea what she
meant?"
"Not the least," replied Tom; "only
wish I did. But she was mighty seri-
ous and solemn about It, 1 can tell you
that."
After much moro consideration ol
the difficulties confronting them, Van
Vechten offered tha following pro
posal:
"Although you are bound not to
search for the Rocky Cove house, 1 am
not under any such restraint. There
Is no reason why Flint and I Bhould
not. run over there and have a try at
It."
"Ruddy, I can't stand for It." Tom
quietly, but none the less firmly, ob-
jected.
"Look here, Tom." Van Vechten ail
at once grew very grava, and there
was a new tone in hi voice that
caught Tom's attention. "I am as in-
terested in one of those girls as you
are in the other. Perhaps"—hesitant-
ly—"we are both interested ia the
tame one."
This was the most astonishing dis-
closure that Tom hatf yet heard.
"You?" ho almost shouted hi«
amazement.
Van Vechten nodded. "I saw her 1 r,
the crowd at the alley, Sunday, and
again at a window across the street
while wo were returning here. Wheth-
er she is the girl in the dark or Jessie,
1 do not know; but—"
"Describo her," Tom eagerly Inter
rupted.
"She is slender, her hair and eyes
are dark. She 1s very beautiful."
But Tom was emphatically shaking
his head. "That—except for the beau-
tiful part of it—could not be the girl
who came to me In the dark. I don't
know why 1 know It, but I do. But
go on with what you started to say."
"1 was going to say that I am con-
fident of this girl's Innocence of anj
wrongdoing, or even a suspicion ol
wrongdoing. Such being the case, no
harm can befall either of them from
anything Flint and 1 do.
"It's the sandy-haired chap that
want to get at; I suspect he's th«
mainspring of the whole affair, and in-
dubitably Flint thinks so too. Fllnt'i
a pretty clever chap; 1 respect him
more every time wo talk. 1 believe he
is thoroughly dependable.*
"At any rate if that hu'Mng bruise!
knows anything about Paige, he musl
be made to tell it; Flint can do what
ever he pleases with regard to thi
murder."
Their talk wandered far into the
realm of speculation, carrying then
over Ihe luncheon hour and back tc
their seats in the lounge. It was profit-
less, and the entry of a messenget
with a sheaf of cablegrams for Van
Vechten came as a welcomo diversion,
although anticipation lent the inct
dent an unwonted excitement.
(TO BR CONTINUED )
Had Cloaned It.
Gent Is there, any Roup 05 tisc b!I
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Walter—There was, sir, bat I vIp i
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