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About The frontier. (O'Neill City, Holt County, Neb.) 1880-1965 | View Entire Issue (Dec. 6, 1934)
hy* S.S.V&Tt DitlC wn-u OwrwV-ty M.YtuVz 5 £ n, v i c e. SYNOPSIS Philo Vance, expert In solving crime mysteries, investigates the supposed suicide of Archer Coe. Dis trict Attorney Markham and Vance go to Coe's house. They find Wrede, a friend of Coe's, there; also Signor Orassi, a guest. The door of the death chamber is bolted from the Inside. They force it. Coe is clothed in a dressing gown, but wears street shoes. Vance says It is murder. The medical examiner says Coe had been dead for hours when a bullet en tered his head. He had been stabbed. 1 The investigators find a wounded 8cotch terrier In the house. Vance declares the animal should prove an important connecting link. Gamble says Brisbane Coe, Archer's brother, left for Chicago the previous after noon, but his dead body is discov ered in a coat closet in the Coe home. Vance Interrogates the Chinese cook, Liang, and afterwards finds a bit of porcelain from a Chinese vase, with blood on It. Brisbane died from a stab in the back, as did Archer. Heath brings in the dagger which killed both men. Vance, searching Brisbane Coe’s coat, finds some waxed thread attached to a bent pin, and a darning needle. It is learned that Wrede once had a dog, which h-e gave to a friend, a Doberman Pinscher. Gamble finds a lipstick in Coe’s wastebasket. Indicating that a woman called on the murdered man the night of his death. CHAPTER VII—Continued —12— We went into Brisbane Coe’s room, which was at the front of the house on the west side. On the north wall beside the window was a series of simple built-in book shelves extending to the celling. There were, I estimated, between three an?! four hundred volumes on them, all neatly and meticulously arranged. Vance went to the window and threw up the shades, and began run ning his eye systematically over the volumes. For so small a number of crim inological volumes. Brisbane Coe’s collection was unusually complete. In surveying the titles one got the Impression that, had he gone In for crime, he would have been highly practical rather than subtle. Vance glanced oyer the books rap idly but carefully. “It should be here, y’ know,” he murmured, as if to himself, “unless It’s been taken away. . . He got up and began to check the volume numbers of the various sets of books. When he came to a red and-gold set of the “Aussenselter <ler Gesellschnft” he gave a nod and stepped down to the floor. “A volume missing,” he an nounced. He scanned the upper hook shelves carefully. “I wonder. . . ,” Then he dropped on his knees and began going more thoroughly over the section of fiction. When he had come to the lowest shelf he reached forward and took out a thin red-and-gold volume. “Oh, I say!" he exclaimed. “That’s deuced interestin’. Mark ham, It’s significant that the miss ing volume of the ‘Aussenselter der Gesellschaft’ should be found cheek by Jowl with a book dealing with a pin.” Markham took his cigar from his mouth, stood up, and faced Vance with a serious face. “I see what you mean,” he said. “You think that Brisbane, by the help of these books on criminology, worked out some way of bolting Archer's door from the outside, by the use of those pins and string." Vance gave an affirmative nod. “Either Brisbane or some one else. It was quite a technical opera tion.” He picked up the “Aussen seller der Gesellschaft" volume. “I think I'll do a bit of pryln’—If you could bear to tvalt for me a short while." Markham made a gesture of ac quiescence. The three of us left Vanre alone In Brisbane's room, and as 1 dosed the door. 1 saw Vance stretch him self out on the davenport with the two books. An hour later he cHtue to tot head of the stairs and called down to us. We Joined him In Archer's bedroom. "I think I’ve found a solution to one phase of our problem,’* he an nounced seriously, when we were seated. "But It may take a hit of working out." He opened the hook "The tale, as I gather at a hasty rending, relates of a dead man found locke<| In a vault with a key to the door on tlm table before him. The vault door mi locked from the nut aide, of coarse. . , Here’s the eg planatry passage' 'No oilier word he spoke. hut took something from hla pocket ; It was a reel of stout cotton. Then from his waistcoat he produced u new pin, and with great care and solemnity tied the thread to the end of the pin, Tnti watching bfm Intel’* ly. Arid all the lluie he whs working, Hex Lander was hum ming a little tune, us though he were engaged In the most innocent occupation. Presently he stuck the point of the pin in the center of the table, and pulled at it by tl:e thread lie had fastened. Apparently he was satisfied. He unwound a further length of eotton. and wtien he had sufficient lie threaded the key upon it, carrying it well outside the door Tile end he brought back into the vault, and then pushed it out again from the Inside through one of the airholes. Then lie closed the door carefully. He had left plenty of slack for his purpose and Tab heard the click of the lock as it was fastened, and his heart sank. He watched the door fascinated, and saw that Lander was pulling the slack of the eotton through the air hole. Presently the key came In sight under the door. Higher and higher onme the sagging line of cot ton and the key rose until it was at the table's level, slid down the taut cotton, and came to rest on the table. Tighter drew the strain of the thread and presently the pin came out, passed through the hole in the key, leaving It in the exact center of the table. Tab watched the bright pin as it was pulled ncross the floor and through the ventila tor.' . . . That’s the wny the author worked his locked door.” "But,” objected Markham. "There was an open ventilator in the door, and space beneath the door. These conditions are not true here." “Yes—of course," Vnnce returned. “Hut don't overlook the fact that there was a string and a bent pin. At least they are common Integers In the two problems. . . . Now, let’s see If we can combine those Inte gers with certnln common Integers of another case.” He opened the other book. “Konrad," Vance ex plained, “was a truck driver In Ber lin nenrl.v fifty years ago. His wife and five children were found dead In their cellar room; and the door—a ponderous affair without even a key hole or space around the molding— was securely bolted on the Inside. The case was at once pronounced one of murder and suicide on the part of the mother; and Konrad would have been free to marry his Inamorata (whom he had In the of fing) had It not been for an exam ining magistrate of the criminal court, named Hollmann. Hollmann for no tangible reason, did not be lieve In the suicide theory, and set to work to figure out how Konrad could have bolted the door from without. , . . Here’s the revelat’ry passage—If you’ll forgive my rather sketchy sight translation of the Ger man; ‘Hollmann determined, ns a last resort, to give the entire door, both inside and outside, a micro scopic examination. It required hours of labor, but In the end he was rewarded. Just above the bolt he found on the inside, close to the edge of the door, a very small hole which was barely discernible. Opening the door he Inspected the outside surface directly opposite to the hole on the Inside. Hut there was no corresponding hole visible. Hollmann did find on the outside of the door, however, a small spot on which the paint seemed fresher than that on the rest of the door. He borrowed a hatpin from one of the tenants of the building and heat ing it, ran it through the hole on J the inside. With but little pressure the heated hatpin penetrated the door, coming out on the outside ex actly in the center of the newly painted spot. Moreover, when Holl mann withdrew the hatpin a piece of tough horsehair adhered to the pin; and on the pin was nlso dls cernlble a slight film of wax. . . , It was obvious then how Konrad had bolted the door from without. He had first bored a tiny hole ! through the door above the bolt. ! looped a piece of horsehair over the bolt's knob, and slipped the two ends through the hole. lie had then i [lulled the holt knob upward until ttie horsehair loop was disengaged, withdrawing the horsehair through ttie hole. A piece of the hnrae I hair had. however, caught in the hole and remained there Konrad 1 had then tilled up the hole with wax and pointed It on the outside, thereby eliminating practlcnlly every trace of his criminal device." Heath, as Vance finished rend ' lug, leaped to fils feet, “That’s a new one on me." lie stood scowling at the door. “The cases In those two books are easy enough lo understand full neither of 'em will work here." "Maybe the two together will v\ork." suggested Vance "l.oob at the wall Just to the right on the jamb and opposite to the bolt. |*o you see anything?” "I don't see much.” be grumbled "Right In the rra<b of Ifca Jamb and wall there’s what might be a pinhole," "That’s It, Sergpantl” Vance rose and went to the door, and Markham and I followed him. “I think I’ll try the experiment I have in mind." We all wntched him with fasci nated Interest. First he reached In his pocket and drew forth the two pieces of string and bent pins and the darning needle he had found In the pocket of Brisbane Coe’s over coat. By means of his pocket knife he straightened one of the pins and inserted It In the hole Heath had found In the wall at the edge of the Jamb, giving It several taps with the handle of his knife to drive It in rather securely. He then threaded the other end of the string in the darning needle and passed it through the keyhole into the ball, removing the needle and letting the string fall to the hall floor. After this operation he bent the other pin securely round the upright knob of the bolt, passed the string over the pin he had driven into tlie wall, and, threading this second string into the darning needle, passed it also through the keyhole to the hall. He then opened the door about 18 Inches, drawing the two strings partly back through the keyhole In a loop to permit the door to swing Inward without dis turbing his mechanism. “Let us see if the device works,” he said, with an undercurrent of suppressed excitement.. “You stay in tlie room while I go outside and manipulate the strings.” He hent down and passed under the two strings into the hall. Then lie closed the door gently. Present ly we saw the string which was at tached to the bolt knob go taut, as Vance drew It slowly through the keyhole. Passing over the pin In the wall, which acted as a pulley, the string described a sharp angle, with the pin In the wall as the apex. Slowly Vance drew the string from outside and the bolt, getting a straight pull around the pin. began to move Into Its socket on the jamb. The door was bolted 1 The next thing we saw was the tightening of the other string—the one attached to the hend of the pin in the wall. There came sev eral Jerks on the string—the pin In the wall resisted several times and hent townrd the source of the pull. Finally, It was disengaged from the wall; and It was then drawn up ward from its depending position, disappearing through the keyhole. Slowly Vance Drew the String From Outeide. The other string, still hooked about the bolt knob, was then drawn taut through the keyhole, describing a straight line from the holt knob to the keyhole which was almost directly below It. Another slight pull by Vance on the string, and the knob fell downward into Its groove. Another pull, and the bent pin wns disengaged from the knob and pulled through the key hole Into the hall. Markham, Heath, and I had been bolted in the room from the hall as neatly as If we ourselves had shot the bolt and locked It. The sergeant, after a moment’s stupefaction, threw back the bolt and opened the door. "It workedr* asked Vance, coming Into the room. "It worked," mumbled Heath la conically, lighting the cigar he had been chewing on viciously for the past half hour. CHAPTER VIII The Dagger Strikes. MUtKHAM sat for several min utes In n brown study, -As you say. Vance," he remarked without looking up, "the technique of the bolting of the door from the hall explains one phase of the prob lem, nut I can't see thnt we're any further along towaid a solution of the double murder. Brisbane, after all, was a victim. Why should he have been Interested In bolting Archer In this room?'' "Ilenlly, I couldn't say," Vance appeared as parried as Markham "It might not have been Brisbane at all. The fact thf|t the pins and the strlug were In bis overcoat pocket means little , . , and yet , ," At this moment one of the detec rives that bad been sent out to check Miss Lake's and Ortissl'a alllds re turned to report Ills report verl Bed Brassl'a nllld, but left a three hour |w»rlod unaccounted for Heath made a grimace nt Mark haul. "What I wants know Is where he was between elgot and eleven." "He was shuttling to and fro over our complicated transportation sys tem—according to his tale," smiled \ance. Then he turned to the de tectlve. “1 sa.v. did Doctor Mont rose give you any titbits of gossip regarding Grassl's call?" "Nothing, sir. Except that the Italian was called up on the phone during dinner." When the detective had gone Vance went to the telephone and called Doctor Montrose at his home. After a few minutes' conversation he hung up the receiver and paced up and down. “That phone call to Grassl," he murmured "—very strange. Doctor Montrose snys It upset Grassl ter ribly. Hardly finished his dinner, and seemed In a hurry to get away. The phone was In the hall Just out side the dining room door and Mont rose couldn’t help hearing some of Grassl's end of the conversation. Montrose says he protested bitterly against the message he received— called It an outrage, and Intimated strongly that he would take steps. . . . Steps—now what could that mean? and who could have called him and upset him? Who knew he was going to Montrose's for din ner? . . . Perhaps Brisbane . . . or Archer. . . ." Vance sat down and Inhaled deep ly of his cigarette. “Archer—yes, It could have been. . . . Sergeant, suppose you fetch the signor.” Heath went from the room, and Vance said to Markham: “Ceramics, I opine. Nothing would he so likely to stir up Orassl as a disappointment along that line. ** The Italian was ushered In by the sergeant: and Vance went straight to the point "Who telephoned to you, Mr. OrnssI, at Doctor Montrose's yester day during dinner?” Orassl gave a slight start; then looked defiantly at Vance. “It was a personal matter—my own affair.” “It was Mr. Archer Coe who phoned you, was It not. Mr. Orassl?" came Vance’s flat and unemotional voice. Orassl neither moved nor spoke. “Perhaps he regretted the bar gain he had made with you,” Vance continued. “Perhaps he decided to call the deal off, after thinking It over alone with his treasures. . . . Perhaps he thought it best to In form you Immediately of his deci sion so you would not tnlk of the transaction to Doctor Montrose. . ..” Still Orassl did not move, but the inevitable impression he gave was that Vance had guessed the Import of the telephone call he had re ceived at the curator’s home the night before. “I can well Imagine how you felt, Mr. Orassl,” Vance went on, with out alteration of tone. “But really, y’ know, you shouldn’t have threat ened him—” Suddenly the Italian’s pent-up emotions broke forth. “I had every right to threaten him 1” he burst forth, the blood rush ing back to his face. “For a week I have been negotiating—meeting his constantly Increasing prices. Finally, yesterday, we reached an under standing. He puts it in writing, and I cable to Italy announcing my suc cess. Then he rejects the agree ment ; he tells me he will not sell— that he has changed his mind. He Insults me over the telephone: he says I have swindled him. He said he would break every vase he owned before he would let me have them.” Vance gave a mirthless smile. No wonder you were a hit discon certed at the sight of those Ting yao fragments! . . . But, Ml Coe didn't smash the vase, Mr. Grassl. That desecration was achieved—Inadver tently—by the person who killed him. Most unfortunate, what?” Vance got to his feet wearily, “That will be all for the present,” he said. Grasal made a low bow and left the room. Markham addressed Vance aa soon as Grassl was out of hearing. “A curious and ominous situation. Grass! Is refused the collection, on which he has obviously set Ills heart and staked Ills honor; and he threatens Coe. Then he disappears for three hours, saving he took the wrong train; and this morning Coe Is found dead, with all the super ficial Indications of a suicide.” “But why should he nlso stab Brisbane?” Vance asked dispiritedly. "And why the revolver? And why the bolted door? And especially why the Scuttle?" “You were counting a great deal on the dog this morning," Markham observed. “Yes. yes—the dog.” Vance lapsed Into silence for a while, his eyes gnzlng out of the east window. “And no one here liked dogs—no one but Wrede. Punny he should give his pet away, . . Vance’s voice was scarcely audible ; It was as though he were thinking out lotnl. “A Doberman Pinscher , . . too big. of course, to keep In a small apart ment. And I wouldn’t take Wrede for n dog lover Too unsympathetic. I think I'll have converse with him. , He stepped to the telephone. A ! moment Inter he was talking with ! Wrede, The conversation was very ' brief, bill •luring It Vance Jotted I down some notes on the phone pail, j When he had replaced the receiver Markham gave an exasperated grunt (To nit oottTiNUSt* t Whale* Timid, Attrition*!* Zoologists say whales, biggest of mammals afloat, are timid and even “affectionate.” //TT TEIX, If there Isn't Jean W Ellery !" Jean had been ” " an old sweetheart of Salina’s and she had not seen him for years; but she would know him In a million, for she had always loved him. lie wns busy cutting fancy figures on the Ice. She stood watching him, her heart skipped beats as she did so. He must have felt the strong con tact of her thought, for suddenly he looked In her direction, but she quickly turned the other way. Then he skated more fiercely than ever, cutting a huge letter “S." She skated about pretending not to no tice, but when he started off toward the far end of the lagoon she glided over to where he had cut the fig ures. There was the old-fashioned letter "S" and another and still another. There were “S's" all over. How she wondered If they represented the regular lee-cut ter's “8" or n she really dared hope that they might by any chance stand for “Sallna." The snow was becoming heav ier and more cumbersome and she noticed that m o 8 t of the skaters had al ready left for home and cele brations. All the way homeward she was thinking about Jean El lory and stopping at Intervals to trace bis name In the snow. She must have written It a doxeu times or more. The gifts she had been expecting for Christmas suddenly appeared Insignificant Hiid useless In comparison to the one vital gift —the love of Jean. Only with a mighty struggle was Salina endeavoring to Join In the Christmas celebrations, for her heart was nenrly breaking. “What Is the matter. Salina?" questioned mother, us Salina al most choked with the lump In her throat. “Nothing, Mother denr, only the Christmas spirit," answered Salina, bravely. At this very moment Jean was hurrying home whistling merrily, hts skates swinging over his shoul ders. Suddenly he stopped short at seeing his own name displayed all over the snow, here, there and everywhere. "What on earth could that mean?” It was beautifully let tered and In a girl's handwriting! Jean, stooping, carefully noted the letters In their every detail. He was determined to learn who the girl could be, who had so thought of him on Christmas eve that she had scrolled his name all over the snow. Jean quickening his puce, reached home, luckily before the celebra tions had begun and skipped up the staircase two steps at a time to his own room. Most excitedly he dug through his belongings In search of a box of old valentines from school days. It was missing! Where could It be? "Mother, have you seen my val entines?" shouted Jean. “They nre decorating the wnlls of my room, and have been for some time, my dear brother!" taunted Clara-BelL The next moment Jean was tear ing down the valentines regardless of his sister's protestations. "Here It Is! I knew It! This Is the one!" Crushed In the hund of Jean was a small, red, lace-trimmed heart with the words, "To Jean, from Sa Una." 'Twas an exact duplicate of the letters In the snow. Now he knew! Dear old Snllna! Ills childhood sweet heart ! The doorbell at Sullna's rang with a loud |»eal right In the in I d 8 t of the I’hrlstmas oele brntlon. Who could be calling on i'hrlstnina eve?" they all won derad. “You Imd better go, Salina," said Mother, sweetly. Salina went, brushing aside a tear ns she did so. She opened the door ns tf In a dream scene. She bad apparently lost all sense of reality for the nio merit, "Salina'*' said Jean, "Jean, dear," replied Salina, The •dear" Just slipped "'ll from her Pearl before she knew It, "My name In the snow," said i Jean, '“The letter S',‘* whls|terad Ha Una "Merry t'hrlstmas!" shouted the whole fatn'ly S Wains Stnmii'i Mllua Frequently one runs across the shooter who declares he could not do good work In the Ueld without the aid of the matted rib on his shotgun bnrrel. Of course nil American double-barrel shotguns have this matted sighting rib, and there seems to be more excuse for It on the double-tube gun. But the shooters who hold enthusiastically to the necessity for the matted sighting rib are usually those who shoot single-barrel repeating guns. I personally do not favor a sight lng rib of any description, matted or otherwise, on n single-tube shot gun. For two reasons. In the first place the rib adds weight to the gun. 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