"That certainly seems a logical conclusion," admitted the Colonel.
"Then," said Josie, thoughtfully, "we must decide whether to put it up to Mr. Jones, and let him pay, or to go on with the search."
"We"ll go on!" exclaimed Mary Louise. "We may be wrong, and poor Alora may be in danger, or suffering. We must rescue her as soon as possible."
"The girl was in my care," said the Colonel, "and I feel responsible for her safety. Moreover blackmail is a crime against society, and the plot should be foiled even were we not interested in the victim of it.
I am anxious to find Alora before her father is approached."
"Then," Josie decided, "we will leave no stone unturned in our efforts to locate and recover her. If we have diagnosed the case correctly, we have to deal with a shrewd and unprincipled, if not clever person.
Cleverness, too, we may encounter, and then our task will be doubly hard."
"Poor, dear Alora!" sighed Mary Louise. "It"s a shame she should suffer because some cruel person wants her father"s money. The fortune her mother left her has been a _mis_fortune to her daughter, instead of a blessing."
"Money," said Josie sententiously, "is a dangerous thing. Its possession, or the lack of it, leads to four-fifths of the world"s crimes. The other one-fifth is charged to hatred and jealousy. But-- dear me!--here I am philosophizing, when I ought to be thinking."
"Then think, Josie, and think to some purpose," pleaded Mary Louise.
"If our hastily constructed theory is correct," remarked John O"Gorman"s daughter, "Papa Jones will soon hear from Alora"s abductor, with a financial proposition."
"I hope we shall find her before then," returned the Colonel earnestly.
"We ought not to delay an instant, with that idea in view. Indeed, our theory may be quite wrong and Alora be in desperate need of immediate a.s.sistance."
"Correct, sir," agreed Josie. "But we won"t abandon our theory until we evolve a better one and in following this lead we must first discover who in Chicago is aware of the terms of the will of Antoinette Seaver Jones. Also who is familiar enough with Papa Jones" love of money to believe he can be successfully blackmailed. What information can either of you give me along those lines?"
"Alora has talked to Irene a good deal about that dreadful will,"
replied Mary Louise, "Irene has repeated many of her statements to me.
Also Alora has frankly spoken to me, at times, and her queer history has interested us all. But I cannot remember that any such person as you describe is in any way mixed up with the story. Judge Bernsted drew up the will for Alora"s mother. He was her lawyer, and she trusted him fully."
"She was justified," declared Josie. "I know of Judge Bernsted, by reputation. He died a year ago."
"Then," continued Mary Louise, reflectively, "there was Mrs. Jones"
doctor, who was very kind to Alora and who also enjoyed her mother"s confidence. His name was Anstruther--Dr. Anstruther."
"He is a prominent physician in Chicago," declared Josie, who seemed to know every important person of every locality, for this had been part of her education. "It is impossible that Dr. Anstruther could have any knowledge of this plot. Moreover, it doesn"t seem to me like a man"s plot. I don"t believe Alora would have accompanied a strange man, under any circ.u.mstances, for she"s knocked around the world enough to have learned prudence. The crime is feminine. What woman knew of this will, and was an intimate friend of Mrs. Jones, or of Mr. Jones?"
"Really," said Mary Louise, "I don"t know."
"Nor you, Colonel?"
"I do not recollect hearing of any woman connected with the Jones history--except Alora"s former governess, a Miss Gorham, who was discharged by Mr. Jones at the time he took his daughter from Chicago to New York."
"That isn"t such a bad clew!" Josie quickly returned, sitting up straight and staring reflectively at the old gentleman. "Miss Gorham, eh? Now, how long had she been Alora"s governess?"
"For some years, I believe." It was Mary Louise who answered this question.
"Then she doubtless knew the family secrets. Was Alora fond of her?"
"I think not. She has told me that at the time they separated she was glad to be rid of the woman."
"Then the woman may be the kind that would resort to blackmail.
Discharged from a good place, where she had drawn pay for years, she would be angry. Brooded during the last four years on her imagined wrongs and figured out a neat revenge. Had sized up Papa Jones and knew he clung to money with a desperate grip and would pay some rather than lose all. Couldn"t get another job; was poor; had no money to chase up Jones, but figured he would some time return to Chicago and give her an opportunity play her game. Discovered that Alora had arrived at this hotel, and----See here! What would prevent the former governess, now in reduced circ.u.mstances, from being employed as a servant in this very hotel? Perhaps as a night chambermaid. May have seen Alora enter her room and recognized her former pupil. During the long night she figured and planned how to take advantage of the fortunate circ.u.mstances. Early in the morning, before she left here, went to Alora and in some way induced the girl to go out with her. Alora would accompany her old governess without suspicion. So--there"s the whole story, in a nutsh.e.l.l, rather cleverly figured out."
"Oh, Josie, it must be true!" cried Mary Louise, who had eagerly followed this plausible reasoning.
"And it may not," laughed Josie. "It"s just a theory, and good detectives distrust theories, which often befog clever brains. Still, the deduction sounds mighty logical. I"m going to my room, now, to give the suggestion some serious thought. I"ll try to tear it to pieces, or at least to pick holes in it. When I came away Daddy said to me: "Josie, beware that imagination of yours. If it a.s.serts itself, sit on it." Daddy was glad to have me tackle the case, and try to help you, for these little affairs give me practice; but he hates to have me make a flat failure. So, for dear old Daddy"s sake, I"m not going to let any good-looking theory lead me astray. Good night. You"d both better go to bed, for I can see you had little sleep last night. But your strain must now relax, for you"ve pushed the responsibility onto my poor little shoulders and now it"s up to me to worry."
CHAPTER XVIII ON THE TRAIL
Josie O"Gorman loved mysteries for their own sake. She loved them because they required solutions, and to solve a mystery is not only interesting but requires a definite amount of talent. Since she was a wee thing perched on her father"s knee, Officer O"Gorman had flooded her ears with the problems he daily encountered, had turned the problems inside out and canva.s.sed them from every possible viewpoint, questioning the child if this, or that, was most probable. By this odd method he not only enjoyed the society of his beloved daughter but argued himself, through shrewd reasoning, into a lucid explanation of many puzzling cases. To his pleased surprise, as little Josie grew older she began to answer his questions, taking a part in his professional arguments with himself, and from that time her training as a detective began.
John O"Gorman had never been quite sure whether his fatherly adoration unduly influenced him or whether Josie was indeed an exceptionally talented girl; so, having firmly determined to train her to become a girl detective, he had so far held her in leash, permitting her to investigate various private cases but refusing to place her in professional work--such as the secret service--until she had gained experience and acquired confidence in herself. Confidence was the one thing Josie lacked most. She took her mistakes too much to heart.
The girl was full of enthusiasm, however, and now meant to untangle the mystery of Alora Jones if it were possible to do so, both to please Mary Louise and to enjoy the satisfaction of success. After saying good night to her friends, and before going to her own room, the girl wandered about the big hotel making casual inquiries and obtaining more or less useful information. Afterward, she sat in her room and arranged in her mind the complete history of Alora, so far as she was informed of it, and made notes of all facts which seemed to bear on the present problem.
Next morning she inquired for the housekeeper and found that lady seated in her little office on the third floor of the hotel.
"I"m trying to trace one of the servants who left you Monday night, or early Tuesday morning," she said, after informing the woman that she was engaged in tracing the missing girl, Alora Jones. "I am not sure what name you knew her by, but her real name was Gorham."
"No one has left us this week," returned the housekeeper, who seemed disposed to converse freely with her visitor.
"Are you sure of that?"
"Why, I"m positive. We treat our help well and they seldom leave us.
I"m sure no woman employed in this hotel, down to the lowest kitchen scullion, has resigned or been discharged during the last few days."
"And there is no one still in your service named Gorham?"
"No one. It"s an unusual name and I should have remembered it."
"Do any of the guests ever use the servants" entrance?"
"Certainly not. It is reserved exclusively for the employees. Some of our guests have private maids, who occasionally use the rear entrances, and Mrs. Tolliver"s trained nurses are allowed to pa.s.s out that way, too; but----"
She stopped abruptly, as if some new thought had occurred to her.
"What is it?" asked Josie, who was watching her face.
"Why, I have just recollected that Mrs. Tolliver"s night nurse did not show up Tuesday evening, for some reason, and they were obliged to telephone for another."
"Who is Mrs. Tolliver?"
"One of our permanent guests, who is suffering just now from a severe attack of rheumatism. She employs two trained nurses, a day nurse and a night nurse."
"And the night nurse left her post Tuesday morning and did not return in the evening, as she was expected to do?"
"That"s it, miss. Mrs. Tolliver was greatly annoyed, but fortunately she was able to secure another nurse at once."