She had scarcely closed the door before Garrick was telephoning anxiously all over the city in order to get in touch with Warrington himself.
"I"m not going to tell him too much about her visit," he remarked, with a pleased smile at the outcome of the interview, though his face clouded as his eye fell again on the blackmailing letter, lying before him. "It might make him think too highly of himself. Besides, I want to see, too, whether he has told us the whole truth about the affair that night."
Somehow or other it seemed impossible to find Warrington in any of his usual haunts, either at his office or at his club.
Garrick had given it up, almost, as a bad job, when, half an hour later, Warrington himself burst in on us, apparently expecting more news about his car.
Instead, Garrick handed him the letter.
"Say," he demanded as he ran through it with puckered face, then slapped it down on the table before Guy, in a high state of excitement, "what do you make of that?"
He looked from one to the other of us blankly.
"Isn"t it bad enough to lose a car without being slandered about it into the bargain?" he asked heatedly, then adding in disgust, "And to do it in such an underhand way, writing to a girl like Violet, and never giving me a chance to square myself. If I could get my hands on that fellow," he added viciously, "I"d qualify him for the coroner!"
Warrington had flown into a towering and quite justifiable rage.
Garrick, however, ignored his anger as natural under the circ.u.mstances, and was about to ask him a question.
"Just a moment, Garrick," forestalled Warrington. "I know just what you are going to say. You are going to ask me about those gambling places.
Now, Garrick, I give you my word of honor that I did not know until to-day that the property in that neighborhood was owned by our estate.
I have been in that joint on Forty-eighth Street--I"ll admit that. But, you know, I"m no gambler. I"ve gone simply to see the life, and--well, it has no attraction for me. Racing cars and motorboats don"t go with poker chips and the red and black--not with me. As for the other place, I don"t know any more about it than--than you do," he concluded vehemently.
Warrington faced Garrick, his steel-blue eye unwavering. "You see, it"s like this," he resumed pa.s.sionately, "since this vice investigation began, I have read a lot about landlords. Then, too," he interjected with a mock wry face, "I knew that Violet"s Aunt Emma had been a crusader or something of the sort. You see, virtue is NOT its own reward. I don"t get credit even for what I intended to do--quite the contrary."
"How"s that?" asked Garrick, respecting the young man"s temper.
"Why, it just occurred to me lately to go scouting around the city, looking at the Warrington holdings, making some personal inquiries as to the conditions of the leases, the character of the tenants, and the uses to which they put the properties. The police have compiled a list of all the questionable places in the city and I have compared it with the list of our properties. I hadn"t come to this one yet. But I shall call up our agent, make him admit it, and cancel that lease. I"ll close "em up. I"ll fight until every---"
"No," interrupted Garrick, quickly, "no--not yet. Don"t make any move yet. I want to find out what the game is. It may be that it is someone who has tried and failed to get your tenant to come across with graft money. If we act without finding out first, we might be playing into the hands of this blackmailer."
Garrick had been holding the letter in his hand, examining it critically. While he was speaking, he had taken a toothpick and was running it hastily over the words, carefully studying them. His face was wrinkled, as if he were in deep thought.
Without saying anything more, Garrick walked over to the windows and pulled down the dark shades. Then he unrolled a huge white sheet at one end of the office.
From a corner he drew out what looked like a flat-topped stand, about the height of his waist, with a curious box-like arrangement on it, in which was a powerful light. For several minutes, he occupied himself with the adjustment of this machine, switching the light off and on and focussing the lenses.
Then he took the letter to Miss Winslow, laid it flat on the machine, switched on the light and immediately on the sheet appeared a very enlarged copy of the writing.
"This is what has been called a rayograph by a detective of my acquaintance," explained Garrick. "In some ways it is much superior to using a microscope."
He was tracing over the words with a pointer, much as he had already done with the toothpick.
"Now, you must know," he continued, "or you may not know, but it is a well-proved fact, that those who suffer from various affections of the nerves or heart often betray the fact in their handwriting. Of course, in cases where the disease has progressed very far it may be evident to the naked eye even in the ordinary handwriting. But, it is there, to the eye of the expert, even in incipient cases.
"In short," he continued, engrossed in his subject, "what really happens is that the pen acts as a sort of sphygmograph, registering the pulsations. I think you can readily see that when the writing is thrown on a screen, enlarged by the rayograph, the tremors of the pen are quite apparent."
I studied the writing, following his pointer as it went over the lines and I began to understand vaguely what he was driving at.
"The writer of that blackmailing letter," continued Garrick, "as I have discovered both by hastily running over it with a tooth-pick and, more accurately, by enlarging and studying it with the rayograph, is suffering from a peculiar conjunction of nervous trouble and disease of the heart which is latent and has not yet manifested itself, even to him."
Garrick studied the writing, then added, thoughtfully, "if I knew him, I might warn him in time."
"A fellow like that needs only the warning of a club or of a good pair of fists," growled Warrington, impatiently. "How are you going to work to find him?"
"Well," reasoned Garrick, rolling up the sheet and restoring the room to its usual condition, "for one thing, the letter makes it pretty evident that he knows something about the gambling joint, perhaps is one of the regular habitues of the place. That was why I didn"t want you to take any steps to close up the place immediately. I want to go there and look it over while it is in operation. Now, you admit that you have been in the place, don"t you?"
"Oh, yes," he replied, "I"ve been there with Forbes and the other fellows, but as I told you, I don"t go in for that sort of thing."
"Well," persisted Garrick, "you are sufficiently known, any way, to get in again."
"Certainly. I can get in again. The man at the door will let me in--and a couple of friends, too, if that"s what you mean."
"That is exactly what I mean," returned Garrick. "It"s no use to go early. I want to see the place in full blast, just as the after-theatre crowd is coming in. Suppose you meet us, Warrington, about half past ten or so. We can get in. They don"t know anything yet about your intention to cancel the lease and close up the place, although apparently someone suspects it, or he wouldn"t have been so anxious to get that letter off to Miss Winslow."
"Very well," agreed Warrington, "I will meet you at the north end of "Crime Square," as you call it, at that time. Good luck until then."
"Not a bad fellow, at all," commented Garrick when Warrington had disappeared down the hall from the office. "I believe he means to do the square thing by every one. It"s a shame he has been dragged into a mess like this, that may affect him in ways that he doesn"t suspect.
Oh, well, there is nothing we can do for the present. I"ll just add this clew of the handwriting to the clew of the automobile tires against the day when we get--pshaw!--he has taken the letter with him.
I suppose it is safe enough in his possession, though. He can"t wait until he has proved to Violet that he is honest. I don"t blame him much. I told you, you know, that the younger set are just crazy over Violet Winslow."
CHAPTER VI
THE GAMBLING DEN
In spite of the agitation that was going on at the time in the city against gambling, we had no trouble in being admitted to the place in Forty-eighth Street. They seemed to recognise Warrington, for no sooner had the lookout at the door peered through a little grating and seen him than the light woodwork affair was opened.
To me, with even my slender knowledge of such matters, it had seemed rather remarkable that only such a door should guard a place that was so notorious. Once inside, however, the reason was apparent. It didn"t.
On the outside there was merely such a door as not to distinguish the house, a three-story and bas.e.m.e.nt dwelling, of old brownstone, from the others in the street.
As the outside door shut quickly, we found ourselves in a sort of vestibule confronted by another door. Between the two the lookout had his station.
The second door was of the "ice-box" variety, as it was popularly called at the time, of heavy oak, studded with ax-defying bolts, swung on delicately balanced and oiled hinges, carefully concealed, about as impregnable as a door of steel might be.
There were, as we found later, some steel doors inside, leading to the roof and cellar, though not so thick. The windows were carefully guarded inside by immense steel bars. The approaches from the back were covered with a steel network and every staircase was guarded by a collapsible door. There seemed to be no point of attack that had been left unguarded.
Yet, unless one had been like ourselves looking for these fortifications, they would not have appeared much in evidence in the face of the wealth of artistic furnishings that was lavished on every hand. Inside the great entrance door was a sort of marble reception hall, richly furnished, and giving anything but the impression of a gambling house. As a matter of fact, the first floor was pretty much of a blind. The gambling was all upstairs.
We turned to a beautiful staircase of carved wood, and ascended.
Everywhere were thick rugs into which the feet sank almost ankle deep.
On the walls were pictures that must have cost a small fortune. The furniture was of the costliest; there were splendid bronzes and objects of art on every hand.
Gambling was going on in several rooms that we pa.s.sed, but the main room was on the second floor, a large room reconstructed in the old house, with a lofty ceiling and exquisitely carved trim. Concealed in huge vases were the lights, a new system, then, which shed its rays in every direction without seeming to cast a shadow anywhere. The room was apparently windowless, and yet, though everyone was smoking furiously, the ventilation must have been perfect.
There was, apparently, a full-fledged poolroom in one part of the house, closed now, of course, as the races for the day were run. But I could imagine it doing a fine business in the afternoon. There were many other games now in progress, games of every description, from poker to faro, keno, klondike, and roulette. There was nothing of either high or low degree with which the venturesome might not be accommodated.