XXIII
THE CASE OF MRS. ARMITAGE
To look at him no one would have thought that Bill Quinn had a trace of sentiment in his make-up. Apparently he was just the grizzled old veteran of a hundred battles with crime, the last of which--a raid on a counterfeiter"s den in Long Island--had laid him up with a game leg and a soft berth in the Treasury Department, where, for years he had been an integral part of the United States Secret Service.
But in the place of honor in Quinn"s library-den there hung the photograph of a stunningly handsome woman, her sable coat thrown back just enough to afford a glimpse of a throat of which Juno might have been proud, while in her eyes there sparkled a light which seemed to hint at much but reveal little. It was very evident that she belonged to a world entirely apart from that of Quinn, yet the very fact that her photograph adorned the walls of his den proved that she had been implicated in some case which had necessitated Secret Service investigation--for the den was the shrine of relics relating to cases in which Quinn"s friends had figured.
Finally, one evening I gathered courage to inquire about her.
"Armitage was her name," Quinn replied. "Lelia Armitage. At least that was the name she was known by in Washington, and even the investigations which followed Melville Taylor"s exposure of her foreign connections failed to reveal that she had been known by any other, save her maiden name of Lawrence."
"Where is she now?" I asked.
"You"ll have to ask me something easier," and Quinn smiled, a trifle wistfully, I thought. "Possibly in London, perhaps in Paris, maybe in Rio or the Far East. But wherever she is, the center of attention is not very far away from her big violet-black eyes. Also the police of the country where she is residing probably wish that they had never been burdened with her."
"You mean--"
"That she was a crook? Not as the word is usually understood. But more than one string of valuable pearls or diamonds has disappeared when milady Armitage was in the neighborhood--though they were never able to prove that she had lifted a thing. No, her princ.i.p.al escapade in this country brought her into contact with the Secret Service, rather than the police officials--which is probably the reason she was nailed with the goods. You remember the incident of the "leak" in the peace note, when certain Wall Street interests cleaned up millions of dollars?"
"Perfectly. Was she to blame for that?"
"They never settled who was to blame for it, but Mrs. Armitage was dealing through a young and decidedly attractive Washington broker at the time and her account mysteriously multiplied itself half a dozen times.
"Then there was the affair of the Carruthers Code, the one which ultimately led to her exposure at the hands of Taylor and Madelaine James."
The Carruthers Code [Quinn went on] was admittedly the cleverest and yet the simplest system of cipher communication ever devised on this side of the Atlantic, with the possible exception of the one mentioned in Jules Verne"s "Giant Raft"--the one that Dr. Heinrich Albert used with such success. Come to think of it, Verne wasn"t an American, was he? He ought to have been, though. He invented like one.
In some ways the Carruthers system was even more efficient than the Verne cipher. You could use it with less difficulty, for one thing, and the key was susceptible of an almost infinite number of variations. Its only weakness lay in the fact that the secret had to be written down--and it was in connection with the slip of paper which contained this that Mrs. Armitage came into prominence.
For some two years Lelia Armitage had maintained a large and expensive establishment on Ma.s.sachusetts Avenue, not far from Sheridan Circle.
Those who claimed to know stated that there had been a Mr. Armitage, but that he had died, leaving his widow enough to make her luxuriously comfortable for the remainder of her life. In spite of the incidents of the jeweled necklaces, no one took the trouble to inquire into Mrs.
Armitage"s past until the leak in connection with the peace note and the subsequent investigation of Paul Connor"s brokerage house led to the discovery that her name was among those who had benefited most largely by the advance information.
It was at that time that Melville Taylor was detailed to dig back into her history and see what he could discover. As was only natural, he went at once to Madelaine James, who had been of a.s.sistance to the Service in more than one Washington case which demanded feminine finesse, plus an intimate knowledge of social life in the national capital.
"Madelaine," he inquired, "what do you know of a certain Mrs. Lelia Armitage?"
"Nothing particularly--except that one sees her everywhere. Apparently has plenty of money. Supposed to have gotten it from her husband, who has been dead for some time. Dresses daringly but expensively, and--while there are at least a score of men, ranging all the way from lieutenants in the army to captains of industry, who would like to marry her--she has successfully evaded scandal and almost gotten away from gossip."
"Where"d she come from?"
"London, I believe, by way of New York. Maiden name was Lawrence and the late but not very lamented Mr. Armitage was reputed to have made his money in South Africa."
"All of which," commented Taylor, "is rather vague--particularly for purposes of a detailed report."
"Report? In what connection?"
"Her name appears on the list of Connor"s clients as one of the ones who cleaned up on the "leak." Sold short and made a barrel of money when stocks came down. The question is, Where did she get the tip?"
"Possibly from Paul Connor himself."
"Possibly--but I wish you"d cultivate her acquaintance and see if you can pick up anything that would put us on the right track."
But some six weeks later when Taylor was called upon to make a report of his investigations he had to admit that the sheet was a blank.
"Chief," he said, "either the Armitage woman is perfectly innocent or else she"s infernally clever. I"ve pumped everyone dry about her, and a certain friend of mine, whom you know, has made a point of getting next to the lady herself. She"s dined there a couple of times and has talked to her at a dozen teas and receptions. But without success. Mrs.
Armitage has been very frank and open about what she calls her "good fortune" on the stock market. Says she followed her intuition and sold short when everyone else was buying. What"s more, she says it with such a look of frank honesty that, according to Madelaine, you almost have to believe her."
"Has Miss James been able to discover anything of the lady"s past history?"
"Nothing more than we already know--born in England--husband made a fortune in South Africa--died and left it to her. Have you tried tracing her from the other side?"
"Yes, but they merely disclaim all knowledge of her. Don"t even recognize the description. That may mean anything. Well," and chief sighed rather disconsolately, for the leak puzzle had been a knotty one from the start, "I guess we"d better drop her. Too many other things going on to worry about a woman whose only offense seems to be an intuitive knowledge of the way Wall Street"s going to jump."
It was at that moment that Mahoney, a.s.sistant to the chief, came in with the information that the Secretary of State desired the presence of the head of the Secret Service in his office immediately.
In answer to a snapped, "Come along--this may be something that you can take care of right away!" Taylor followed the chief to the State Department, where they were soon closeted with one of the under secretaries.
"You are familiar with the Carruthers Code?" inquired the a.s.sistant Secretary.
"I know the principle on which it operates," the chief replied, "but I can"t say that I"ve ever come into contact with it."
"So far as we know," went on the State Department official, "it is the most efficient cipher system in the world--simple, easy to operate, almost impossible to decode without the key, and susceptible of being changed every day, or every hour if necessary, without impairing its value. However, in common with every other code, it has this weakness--once the key is located the entire system is practically valueless.
"When did you discover the disappearance of the code secret?" asked Taylor, examining his cigarette with an exaggerated display of interest.
"How did you know it was lost?" demanded the Under Secretary.
"I didn"t--but the fact that your chief sent for mine and then you launch into a dissertation on the subject of the code itself is open to but one construction--some one has lifted the key to the cipher."
"Yes, some one has. At least, it was in this safe last night"--here a wave of his hand indicated a small and rather old-fashioned strong box in the corner--"and it wasn"t there when I arrived this morning. I reported the matter to the Secretary and he asked me to give you the details."
"You are certain that the cipher was there last evening?" asked the chief.
"Not the cipher itself--at least not a code-book as the term is generally understood," explained the Under Secretary. "That"s one of the beauties of the Carruthers system. You don"t have to lug a bulky book around with you all the time. A single slip of paper--a cigarette paper would answer excellently--will contain the data covering a man"s individual code. The loss or theft of one of these would be inconvenient, but not fatal. The loss of the master key, which was in that safe, is irreparable. If it once gets out of the country it means that the decoding of our official messages is merely a question of time, no matter how often we switch the individual ciphers."
"What was the size of the master key, as you call it?"
"Merely a slip of government bond, about six inches long by some two inches deep."
"Was it of such a nature that it could have been easily copied?"
"Yes, but anything other than a careful tracing or a photographic copy would be valueless. The position of the letters and figures mean as much as the marks themselves. Whoever took it undoubtedly knows this and will endeavor to deliver the original--as a mark of good faith, if nothing else."