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Put That Pain to Use ' 1 ■ r r ' . . . % The Mystery of the Boule Cabinet -by BURTON E. STEVENSON y Copyright, 1913, by Burton E. Stevenpon. ta CHAPTER IX. GUESSES AT THE RIDDLE. The walk uptown did me good. The tain had ceased, and the air felt clean and fresh as though it had been washed. I took deep breaths of it, and the feeling of fatigue and depression which had weighed upon me gradually vanished. I was in no hurry—went out of my way a little, indeed, to walk out into Madison square and look back at tho towering mass of the Flatiron t building, creamy and delicate as carved Ivory under the rays of the moon—and It was long past midnight when I finally turned in at the Mara thon. Higgins, the janitor, was just closing the outer doors, and he joined me in the elevator a moment later. "There's a gentleman waiting to see you, sir," he said, as the car started upward. "Mr. Godfrey, sir. He came in about 10 minutes ago. He said you were expecting him, so I let him into your rooms.” “That was right," I said, and re flected again upon Godfrey's exhaust less energy. I found him lolling in an easy chair, and he looked up with a smile at my entrance. "Higgins said you hadn't come in yet,” he explained, “so I thought I'd wait a few minutes on the off chance that you mightn't be too tired to talk. If you are, say so, and I’ll be moving along,” "I’m not too tired,” I said, hanging up my coast. “I feel a good deal bet ter than I did an hour ago.” "I saw that you were about all in.” "How do you keep it up, Godfrey?” I asked, sitting down opposite him. “You don’t seem tired at all.” "I am tired, though,” he said, "a little. But I've got a fool brain that won’t let my body go to sleep so long as there is work to be done. Then, as soon as everything is finished, the * brain lets go and the body sleeps like a log. Now I knew I couldn't go to sleep properly tonight until I had heard the very interesting theory you are going to confide to me. Besides, I have a thing or two to tell you.” “Go ahead,” I said. "We had a cable from our Paris office just before I left. It seems that M. Theophilo d’Aurelle plays the fiddle In the orches tra of the Cafe de Paris. He played as usual tonight, so that it is manifestly impossible that he should also be lying in the New York morgue. Moreover, none of his friends, so far as he knows. Is in America. No doubt ho may be able to Identify the photograph of the dead man, and we've already started one on the way, but we can’t hear from it for six or eight days. But my guess was right—the fellow’s name isn't d'Aurelle." "You say you have a photograph?” "Yes, 1 had some taken of the body this afternoon. Here's one of them. Keep it; you may have use for it.” I took the card, and, as I gazed at the face depicted upon it. I realized that the distorted countenance I had seen in the afternoon had given me no idea of the man’s appearance. Now the eyes were closed and the features composed and peaceful, but even death failed to give them any dignity. It was a weak and dissipated face, the face of a hanger on of cafes, as Parks had said—of a loiterer along the boulevards, of a man without ambition, and capable of any depth of meanness and deceit. At least, that is how I read it. "He’s evidently low class," said God frey, watching me. "One of those para sites, without work and without income, so common in Paris. Shop girls and la dies' maids have a weakness for them.” “I think you are right,” I agreed; "but at the same time, if he was of that type, I don’t see what business he could have had with Philip Vantine.” \ “Neither do I; but there are a lot of other things I don't see, either. We’re all in the dark, Lester; have you thought of that? Absolutely in the darlr.” "Yes, I have thought of It,” I said, slowly. "No doubt we can establish this fel low’s Identity In time—sooner than we think, perhaps, for most of the morn ing papers will run his picture, and if he is known here in New York at all, it will be recognized by some one. When we find out who he Is, we can probably guess at the nature of his business with Vantine. We can find out who the woman was who called to see Vantine tonight—that is Just a case of grilling Rogers; then we can run her down and get her secret out of her. We can find why Rogers is trying to shield her. All that is comparatively simple. But when we have done it all, when we have all these facts in hand, I am afraid we ■hall find that they are utterly unim portant.” "Unimportant?” I echoed. "But sure ly—” "Unimportant because we don’t want to know these things. What we want to know is how Philip Vantine and this unknown Frenchman were killed. And that is just the one thing which, I am convinced, neither the man nor the woman nor Rogers nor anybody else we have come across in this case can tell us. There’s a personality behind all this that we haven’t even suspected yet. and which, I am free to confess, I don’t know how to get at. It puzzles me; it rather frightens me; it’s like a threatening shadow which one can’t get hold of.” There was a moment’s silence; then, I decided, the time had come for me to speak. "Godfrey." I said, “what I am about, to tell you is told in confidence, and must be held in confidence until I give you permission to use it. Do you agree?” "Go on,” he said, his eyes on my face. "Well. I believe I know how these two men were killed. Listen." And I told him in detail the story of the Boule cabinet; I repeated Vantine’s theory of Us first ownership; I named the price which he was ready to pay for it; I described the difference be tween an original and a counterpart, end dwelt upon Vantine's assertion that this was an original of unique and un questionable artistry. Long before I had finished Godfrey was out of his chair and pacing up and down the room, his face flushed, his eyes glow ing. “Beautiful!” he murmured from time to time. "Immense! What a case it will make, Lester!" he cried, stopping before my chair and beaming down up on me, as I finished the story. "Unique, too: that’s the beauty of it. As unique as this adorable Boule cabinet!” “Then you see it, too?” I questioned, a little disappointed that my theory should seem so evident. "See it?” and he dropped into his chair again. “A man would be blind not to see it. But all the same. Lester. I give you credit for putting the facts together. So many of us—Grady, for Instance—aren’t able to do that, or to 7 see which facts are essential and which are negligible. Now the fact that Vantine had accidentally come into possesion of a Boule cabinet would probably seem neglible to Grady, whereas it is the one big essential fact in this whole case. And it was you who saw it.” "You saw it.’ too,” I pointed out, “as soon as 1 mentioned it.” “Yes; but yop mentioned it in a way which made its Importance manifest. I couldn't help seeting it. And I believe that we have both arrived at practical ly the same conclusions. Here they are,” and he checked them off on his fingers. "The cabinet contains a sec ret drawer. Tills is Inevitable, if it really belonged to Madame de Mon tespan. Any cabinet made for her would be certain to have a secret drawer—she would require it. Just as she would require lace on her under wear or jeweled buttons on her gloves. That drawer, since it was, perhaps, to contain such priceless documents as the love letters of a king—even more so, if the love letters were from an other man!—must be adequately guarded, and, therefore, a mechanism was devised to stab the person at tempting to open it and to inject into the wound a poison so powerful as to cause instant death. Am I right so far?” ''Wonderfully right,” I nodded. “I had not put It so clearly, even to my self. Go ahead.” “We come to the conclusion, then,” continued Godfrey, "that the business of this unknown Frenchman with Van tine in some way concerned this cabi net.” “Vantine himself thought' so,” I broke in. “He told me afterwards that it was because he thought so he con sented to see him." "Good! That would seem to indicate that we are on the right track. The Frenchman's business, then, had some thing to do with this cabinet, and with this secret drawer. Left to himself, ho discovered the cabinet in the room ad joining the ante-rooin, attempted to open the drawer and was killed.” "Yes,” I agreed; “and now how about Vantine?" "Vantlne’s death isn’t so simply ex plained. Presumably the unknown woman also called on business- relating to the cabinet. She, also, wanted to open the secret drawer, In order to se cure Its contents—that seems fairly certain from her connection with the first caller." "You still think it was her photo graph ho carried in his watch?” "I am sure of it. But how did it happen that it was Vantine who w .s killed? Did the woman, warned by the fate of the man, deliberately set Van tine to open the drawer in order that she might run no risk? Or was she also ignorant of the mechanism? Above all, did she succeed in getting away with the contents of the drawer?" “What was the contents of the drawer?” I demanded. “Ah. if we only knew!” "Perhaps the woman had nothing to do with it. Vantine himself told me that he was going to make a careful examination of the cabinet. No doubt that is exactly what he was doing when the woman’s arrival interrupted him. He might have let her out of the house himself, and then, returning to the cabinet, stumbled upon the secret drawer after she had gone." “Yes; that that is quite possible, too. At any rate, you agree with me that both men were killed in some such way as I have described?” ‘‘Absolutely. I think there can be no doubt of It.” “There are objections—and rather weighty ones. The theory explains the two deaths, it explains the similarity of the wounds, it explains how both should be on the right hand Just above the knuckles, it explains why both bodies were found in the same place since both men started to summon help. But, in the first place, if the Frenchman got the drawer open, who closed it?" “Perhaps it closed itself when he let go of It." "And closed again after Vantine opened It?" “Yes.” "It would take a very clever mechan ism to do that.” “But at least It’s possible." “Oh, yes; It’s possible. And we must remember that the poisoners of those days were very Ingenious. That was the heydev of La Voisln and the Mar quise de Brinvilliers, of Elixi. and heavens knows how many other ex perts who had followed Catherine de Medici to France. So that’s all quite possible. But there is one thing that isn’t possible, and that is that a poison which, if it is administered as we think it is, must be a liquid, could remain in that cabinet fresh and ready for use for mere than 300 years. It would have dried up centuries ago. Nor would the mechanism stay in order so long. It must be both complicated and delicate. Therefore, it would have to bo oiled and overhauled from time to time. If it is worked by a spring — and I don’t see how else it can be worked— the spring would have to be renewed and wound up.” "Well?” I asked, as he paused. “Well, it is evident that the drawer contains something more recent than the love letters of Louis XIV. It must have been put in working order quite recently. But by whom and for what purpose? That is the mystery we have to solve—and it is a mighty pretty one. And here’s another objection,” he add ed. “That Frenchman knew about the secret drawer, because, according to our theory, he opened it and got killed. Why didn’t he also know about the poison ?” That was an objection, truly, and the more I thought of it, the more serious it seemed. “It may be,” said Godfrey, at last, “that d’Aurelle was going it alone—that he had broken with the gang—’’ “The gang?" “Of course, there is a gang. This thing has taken careful planning and concerted effort. And the leader of the gang is a genius! I wonder if you un derstand how great a genius? Think: he knows the secret of the drawer of Madame de Montespan's cabinet; but above all he knows the secret of the poison—the poison of the Medici! Do you know what that means, Lester?” “What does it mean?” I asked, for Codfrey was getting ahead of me. “It means he is a great criminal—a really great criminal—one of the elect from whom crime has no secrets. Ob serve. He alone knows the secret of the poison; one of his men breaks away from him, and pays for his mutiny with his life. He is the brain; the others are merely the Instruments!” "Then you don’t believe/ /it was by accident that cabinet was sent to Van tlne?” “By accident? Not for an instantly It was part of a plot—and a splendid plot!" "Can you explain that to ine. too?” I. queried a little ironically, for I con fess it seemed to mo that Godfrey was permitting his imagination to run away with him. He smiled good naturedly at my tone. "Of course, this is all mere roman cin,” he admitted. "I am the first to acknowledge that. I was merely fol lowing out our theory to what seemed Its logical conclusion. But perhaps we are on the wrong track altogether. Per haps d’Aurelle, or whatever his name is, just blundered In, like a moth into a candle flame. As for the plot—well, I can guess at it. But suppose you and I had pulled off some big robbery—” He stopped suddenly, and his face went white and then red. "What is it, Godfrey?” I cried, for his look frightened me. He lay back in his chair, his hands pressed over his eyes. 1 could see how they were trembling—how his whole body was trembling. "Wait!” he said hoarsely. "Wait!” Then he sat upright, his face tense with anxiety. "Lester!" he cried, his voice shrill with fear. "The cabinet—it isn't guarded!" “Yes, it is,” I said. "At least I thought of that!” And I told hitn of the precautions I had taken to keep it safe. lie heard me out writh a sigh of relief. "That's better," he said. “Parks would not stand much show, I'm afraid, If worst came to worst; but I think the cabinet Is safe—for tonight. And before another night, Lester, we will have a look for ourselves,” ”A look?” "Yes; for the secret drawer!” I stared at him fascinated, shrinking. "And we shall find it!” he added. "D’Aurellc and Vantine found it,” I muttered thickly. "Well?” “And they're botli dead!” “It won’t kill us. We will go about it armored, Lester. That poisoned fang may strike-” “Don't!” I cried, and cowered back into my chair. “I—I can’t do it. God frey. God knows, I'm no coward—but not that!” "You shall watch me do it!” he said. “That would be even worse 1” “But I’ll be ready, Lester. There will be no danger. Come, man! Why, it’s the chance of a lifetime—to rifle the secret drawer of Madame de Monte span! Yes!’* he added, his eyes glow ing, “and to match ourselves against the greatest criminal of modern times!” His shrill laugh told how excited he was. “And do you know what we shall find in that drawer, Lester? But no—it Is only a guess—the wildest sort of a guess—but if it is right—if it is right!” He sprang from his chair, biting his lips, his whole frame quivering. But ho was calmer in a moment. "And, you will help me, Lester? You will come?” There was a wizardry in his manner not to be resisted. Besides—to rifle the secret drawer of Madame de Monte span! To match oneself against the greatest criminal of modern times! What an adventure! “Yes,” I answered, with a quick in taking of the breath; “I will come!” He clapped me on tho shoulder, his face beaming. “I knew you would! Tomorrow night, then—I’ll call for you here at 7 o’clock. We'll have dinner together—and then, hey for the great secret! Agreed? “Agreed!” I said. He caught up coat and hat and started for the door. “There are things to do,’ he said; “that armour to prepare—the plan of campaign to consider, you know. Good night, then, till—this evening!” The door closed behind him, and his footsteps died away down the hall. I looked at my watch—It was nearly 2 o’clock. Dizzily I went to bed. But my sleep was broken by a fearful dream—a dream of a serpent, with blazing eyes and dripping fangs, poised to strike! CHAPTER X. PREPARATIONS. My first thought, when I awoke the next morning, was for Parks, for God frey’s manner had Impressed me with the feeling that Parks was in much more serious danger than either he or I suspected. It was with a lively sense of relief, therefore, that I heard Parks’ voice answer my call on tho ’phone. “This Is Mr. Lester," I said. “Is everything all right?” “Everything serene, sir,’ he answered. “It would take a mighty smooth burg lar to get In here now, sir.” “How Is that?” I asked. “Reporters are camped all around the house, sir. They seem to think some body else will be killed here today.” He laughed as he spoke the words, but I was far from thinking tho Idea an amusing one. “I hope not,” I said, quickly. “And don’t let any of the reporters In, nor talk to tkem. Tell tljem they must go to the police for their information. If they get too annoying, let me know, and I’ll have an officer sent around.” “Very good, sir.” “And. Parks.” “Yes, sir?” (Continued next week.) 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