The Poisoned Pen(Fiscle Part-3) by Arthur B. Reeve (top 10 motivational books .txt) π
Literally Throwing Things Into It From His Chiffonier, As I
Entered After A Hurried Trip Up-Town From The Star Office In
Response To An Urgent Message From Him.
"Come, Walter," He Cried, Hastily Stuffing In A Package Of Clean
Laundry Without Taking Off The Wrapping-Paper, "I've Got Your
Suit-Case Out. Pack Up Whatever You Can In Five Minutes. We Must
Take The Six O'clock Train For Danbridge."
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The Handwriting Of The First One Bears A Peculiar Resemblance To
That Of Miss Wend, While The Second And Third, Though Disguised
Also, Greatly Suggest The Handwriting Of Miss Wend's
Correspondent."
No One Moved. But I Sat Aghast. She Had Been A Part Of The
Conspiracy, After All, Not A Pawn. Had They Played Fair?
"Taking Up Next The Remarkable Succession Of Fires," Resumed
Kennedy, "This Case Presents Some Unique Features. In Short, It Is
A Clear Case Of What Is Known As A 'Firebug Trust.' Now Just What
Is A Firebug Trust? Well, It Is, As Near As I Can Make Out, A
Combination Of Dishonest Merchants And Insurance Adjusters Engaged
In The Business Of Deliberately Setting Fires For Profit. These
Arson Trusts Are Not The Ordinary Kind Of Firebugs Whom The
Firemen Plentifully Damn In The Fixed Belief That One-Fourth Of
All Fires Are Kindled By Incendiaries. Such 'Trusts' Exist All
Over The Country. They Have Operated In Chicago, Where They Are
Said To Have Made Seven Hundred And Fifty Thousand Dollars In One
Year. Another Group Is Said To Have Its Headquarters In Kansas
City. Others Have Worked In St. Louis, Pittsburgh, Cleveland, And
Buffalo. The Fire Marshals Of Illinois, Kentucky, Tennessee, And
Ohio Have Investigated Their Work. But Until Recently New York Has
Been Singularly Free From The Organised Work Of This Sort. Of
Course We Have Plenty Of Firebugs And Pyromaniacs In A Small Way,
But The Big Conspiracy Has Never Come To My Personal Attention
Before.
"Now, The Jones-Green Fire, The Quadrangle Fire, The Slawson
Building Fire, And The Rest, Have All Been Set For One Purpose--To
Collect Insurance. I May As Well Say Right Here That Some People
Are In Bad In This Case, But That Others Are In Worse. Miss Wend
Was Originally A Party To The Scheme. Only The Trouble With Miss
Wend Was That She Was Too Shrewd To Be Fooled. She Insisted That
She Have Her Full Share Of The Pickings. In That Case It Seems To
Have Been The Whole Field Against Miss Wend, Not A Very Gallant
Thing, Nor Yet According To The Adage About Honour Among Thieves.
"A Certain Person Whose Name I Am Frank To Say I Do Not Know--Yet-
-Conceived The Idea Of Destroying The Obligations Of The Stacey
Companies To Miss Wend As Well As The Incriminating Evidence Which
She Held Of The 'Firebug Trust,' Of Which She Was A Member Up To
This Time. The Plan Only Partly Succeeded. The Chief Coup, Which
Was To Destroy The Stacey Store Into The Bargain, Miscarried.
"What Was The Result? Miss Wend, Who Had Been Hand In Glove With
The 'Trust,' Was Now A Bitter Enemy, Perhaps Would Turn State's
Evidence. What More Natural Than To Complete The Conspiracy By
Carrying Out The Coup And At The Same Time Get Rid Of The
Dangerous Enemy Of The Conspirators? I Believe That Miss Wend Was
Lured Under Some Pretext Or Other To The Stacey Store On The Night
Of The Big Fire. The Person Who Wrote The Second And Third 'A.
Spark' Letters Did It. She Was Murdered With This Deadly
Instrument"--Craig Laid The Letter-File On The Table--"And It Was
Planned To Throw The Entire Burden Of Suspicion On Her By
Asserting That There Was A Shortage In The Books Of Her
Department."
"Pooh!" Exclaimed Stacey, Smoking Complacently At His Cigar. "We
Have Been Victimised In Those Fires By People Who Have Grudges
Against Us, Labour Unions And Others. This Talk Of An Arson Trust
Is Bosh--Yellow Journalism. More Than That, We Have Been
Systematically Robbed By A Trusted Head Of A Department, And The
Fire At Stacey's Was The Way The Thief Took To Cover--Er--Her
Stealings. At The Proper Time We Shall Produce The Bookkeeper
Douglas And Prove It."
Kennedy Fumbled In The Drawer Of The Desk, Then Drew Forth A Long
Strip Of Paper Covered With Figures. "All The Stacey Companies,"
He Said, "Have Been Suffering From The Depression That Exists In
The Trade At Present. They Are Insolvent. Glance Over That,
Part 3 Chapter 4 (The Firebug) Pg 43Stacey. It Is A Summary Of The Preliminary Report Of The
Accountants Of The District Attorney Who Have Been Going Over Your
Books To-Day."
Stacey Gasped. "How Did You Get It? The Report Was Not To Be Ready
Until Nine O'clock, And It Is Scarcely A Quarter Past Now."
"Never Mind How I Got It. Go Over It With The Adjusters, Anybody.
I Think You Will Find That There Was No Shortage In Miss Wend's
Department, That You Were Losing Money, That You Were In Debt To
Miss Wend, And That She Would Have Received The Lion's Share Of
The Proceeds Of The Insurance If The Firebug Scheme Had Turned Out
As Planned."
"We Absolutely Repudiate These Figures As Fiction," Said Stacey,
Angrily Turning Toward Kennedy After A Hurried Consultation.
"Perhaps, Then, You'll Appreciate This," Replied Craig, Pulling
Another Piece Of Paper From The Desk. "I'll Read It. 'Henry
Douglas, Being Duly Sworn, Deposes And Says That One'--We'll Call
Him 'Blank' For The Present--'With Force And Arms Did Feloniously,
Wilfully, And Intentionally Kill Rebecca Wend Whilst Said Blank
Was Wilfully Burning And Setting On Fire--'"
"One Moment," Interrupted Stacey. "Let Me See That Paper."
Kennedy Laid It Down So That Only The Signature Showed. The Name
Was Signed In A Full Round Hand, "Henry Douglas."
"It's A Forgery," Cried Stacey In Rage. "Not An Hour Before I Came
Into This Place I Saw Henry Douglas. He Had Signed No Such Paper
Then. He Could Not Have Signed It Since, And You Could Not Have
Received It. I Brand That Document As A Forgery."
Kennedy Stood Up And Reached Down Into The Open Drawer On The
Right Of His Desk. From It He Lifted The Two Machines I Had Seen
Him Place There Early In The Evening.
"Gentlemen," He Said, "This Is The Last Scene Of The Play You Are
Enacting. You See Here On The Desk An Instrument That Was Invented
Many Years Ago, But Has Only Recently Become Really Practical. It
Is The Telautograph--The Long-Distance Writer. In This New Form It
Can Be Introduced Into The Drawer Of A Desk For The Use Of Any One
Who May Wish To Make Inquiries, Say, Of Clerks Without The
Knowledge Of A Caller. It Makes It Possible To Write A Message
Under These Conditions And Receive An Answer Concerning The
Personality Or Business Of The Individual Seated At One's Elbow
Without Leaving The Desk Or Seeming To Make Inquiries.
"With An Ordinary Pencil I Have Written On The Paper Of The
Transmitter. The Silk Cord Attached To The Pencil Regulates The
Current Which Controls A Pencil At The Other End Of The Line. The
Receiving Pencil Moves Simultaneously With My Pencil. It Is The
Principle Of The Pantagraph Cut In Half, One Half Here, The Other
Half At The End Of The Line, Two Telephone Wires In This Case
Connecting The Halves.
"While We Have Been Sitting Here I Have Had My Right Hand In The
Half-Open Drawer Of My Desk Writing With This Pencil Notes Of What
Has Transpired In This Room. These Notes, With Other Evidence,
Have Been Simultaneously Placed Before Magistrate Brenner In The
Night Court. At The Same Time, On This Other, The Receiving,
Instrument The Figures Of The Accountants Written In Court Have
Been Reproduced Here. You Have Seen Them. Meanwhile, Douglas Was
Arrested, Taken Before The Magistrate, And The Information For A
Charge Of Murder In The First Degree Perpetrated In Committing
Arson Has Been Obtained. You Have Seen It. It Came In While You
Were Reading The Figures."
The Conspirators Seemed Dazed.
Part 3 Chapter 4 (The Firebug) Pg 44
"And Now," Continued Kennedy, "I See That The Pencil Of The
Receiving Instrument Is Writing Again. Let Us See What It Is."
We Bent Over. The Writing Started: "County Of New York. In The
Name Of The People Of The State Of New York--"
Kennedy Did Not Wait For Us To Finish Reading. He Tore The Writing
From The Telautograph And Waved It Over His Head.
"It Is A Warrant. You Are All Under Arrest For Arson. But You,
Samuel Lazard, Are Also Under Arrest For The Murder Of Rebecca
Wend And Six Other Persons In Fires Which You Have Set. You Are
The Real Firebug, The Tool Of Joseph Stacey, Perhaps, But That
Will All Come Out In The Trial. Mccormick, Mccormick," Called
Craig, "It's All Right. I Have The Warrant. Are The Police There?"
There Was No Answer.
Lazard And Stacey Made A Sudden Dash For The Door, And In An
Instant They Were In Stacey's Waiting Car. The Chauffeur Took Off
The Brake And Pulled The Lever. Suddenly Craig's Pistol Flashed,
And The Chauffeur's Arms Hung Limp And Useless On The Steering-
Wheel.
As Mccormick With The Police Loomed Up, A Moment Late, Out Of The
Darkness And After A Short Struggle Clapped The Irons On Stacey
And Lazard In Stacey's Own Magnificently Upholstered Car, I
Remarked Reproachfully To Kennedy: "But, Craig, You Have Shot The
Innocent Chauffeur. Aren't You Going To Attend To Him?"
"Oh," Replied Kennedy Nonchalantly, "Don't Worry About That. They
Were Only Rock-Salt Bullets. They Didn't Penetrate Far. They'll
Sting For Some Time, But They're Antiseptic, And They'll Dissolve
And Absorb Quickly."
Part 3 Chapter 5 (The Confidence King) Pg 45
"Shake Hands With Mr. Burke Of The Secret Service, Professor
Kennedy."
It Was Our Old Friend First Deputy O'connor Who Thus In His Bluff
Way Introduced A Well-Groomed And Prosperous-Looking Man Whom He
Brought Up To Our Apartment One Evening.
The Formalities Were Quickly Over. "Mr. Burke And I Are Old
Friends," Explained O'connor. "We Try To Work Together When We
Can, And Very Often The City Department Can Give The Government
Service A Lift, And Then Again It's The Other Way--As It Was In
The Trunk-Murder Mystery. Show Professor Kennedy The 'Queer,'
Tom."
Burke Drew A Wallet Out Of His Pocket, And From It Slowly And
Deliberately Selected A Crisp, Yellow-Backed Hundred-Dollar Bill.
He Laid It Flat On The Table Before Us. Diagonally Across Its Face
From The Upper Left-To The Lower Right-Hand Corner Extended Two
Parallel Scorings In Indelible Ink.
Not Being Initiated Into The Secrets Of The Gentle Art Of "Shoving
The Queer," Otherwise Known As
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