"Search Mrs. Mortimer C. Dodge to the skin," he directed the matron.
"Take down her hair, tap the heels of her shoes, and go through all the usual stunts, but be as gentle as you can about it. Say that we"ve received word that some uncut diamonds--not pearls, mind you--are concealed on the _Tasmania_ and that orders have been given to go over everybody thoroughly. Pa.s.s the word along the line to give out the same information, so she won"t be suspicious. I don"t think you"ll find anything, but you never can tell."
At that, Joe was right. The matron didn"t locate a blessed thing out of the way. Mrs. Dodge had brought in a few dutiable trinkets, but they were all down on her declaration, and within the hour she was headed uptown in a taxi, accompanied by a maid who had met her as she stepped out of the customs office.
Not far behind them trailed another taxi, top up and Gregory"s eyes glued to the window behind the chauffeur.
The first machine finally drew up at the Astor, and Mrs. Dodge and the maid went in, followed by a pile of luggage which had been searched until it was a moral certainty that not a needle would have been concealed in it.
Gregory waited until they were out of sight and then followed.
In answer to his inquiries at the desk he learned that Mrs. Dodge had stopped at the hotel several times before and the house detective a.s.sured him that there was nothing suspicious about her conduct.
"How about the maid?" inquired Gregory.
"Don"t know a thing about her, either, except that she is the same one she had before. Pretty little thing, too--though not as good-looking as her mistress."
For the next three days Joe hung around the hotel or followed the lady from the _Tasmania_ wherever she went. Something in the back of his head--call it intuition or a hunch or whatever you please, but it"s the feeling that a good operative gets when he"s on the right trail--told him that he was "warm," as the kids say. Appearances seemed to deny that fact. Mrs. Dodge went only to the most natural places--a few visits to the stores, a couple to fashionable modistes and milliners, and some drives through the Park, always accompanied by her maid and always in the most sedate and open manner.
But on the evening of the third day the house detective tipped Joe off that his prey was leaving in the morning.
"Guess she"s going back to Europe," reported the house man. "Gave orders to have a taxi ready at nine and her trunks taken down to the docks before them. Better get busy if you want to land her."
"I"m not ready for that just yet," Gregory admitted with a scowl.
When Mrs. Dodge"s taxi drove off the following morning Joe wasn"t far away, and, acting on orders which he had delivered over the phone, no less than half a dozen operatives watched the lady and the maid very closely when they reached the dock.
Not a thing came of it, however. Both of them went to the stateroom which had been reserved and the maid remained to help with the unpacking until the "All-ash.o.r.e-that-"re-going-ash.o.r.e" was bellowed through the boat. Then she left and stood on the pier until the ship had cleared the dock.
"It beats me," muttered Gregory. "But I"m willing to gamble my job that I"m right." And that night he wired to Washington to keep a close lookout for the London pearls, adding that he felt certain they would turn up before long.
"In that case," muttered the chief at the other end of the wire, "why in Heaven"s name didn"t he get them when they came in?"
Sure enough, not a fortnight had pa.s.sed before St. Louis reported that a string of pearls, perfectly matched, answering to the description of the missing jewels, had been offered for sale there through private channels.
The first reaction was a telegram to Gregory that fairly burned the wires, short but to the point. "Either the man who smuggled that necklace or your job in ten days," it read.
And Gregory replied, "Give me three weeks and you"ll have one or the other."
Meanwhile he had been far from inactive. Still playing his hunch that Phyllis Dodge had something to do with the smuggling game, he had put in time cultivating the only person on this side that appeared to know her--the maid.
It was far from a thankless task, for Alyce--she spelled it with a "y"--was pretty and knew it. Furthermore, she appeared to be entirely out of her element in a cheap room on Twenty-fourth Street. Most of the time she spent in wandering up the Avenue, and it was there that Gregory made her acquaintance--through the expedient of b.u.mping her bag out of her hands and restoring it with one of his courtly bows. The next minute he was strolling alongside, remarking on the beauty of the weather.
But, although he soon got to know Alyce well enough to take her to the theater and to the cabarets, it didn"t seem to get him anywhere. She was perfectly frank about her position. Said she was a hair dresser by trade and that she acted as lady"s maid to a Mrs. Dodge, who spent the better part of her time abroad.
"In fact," she said, "Mrs. Dodge is only here three or four days every two months or so."
"And she pays you for your time in between?"
"Oh yes," Alyce replied; "she"s more than generous."
"I should say she was," Gregory thought to himself--but he considered it best to change the subject.
During the days that followed, Joe exerted every ounce of his personality in order to make the best possible impression. Posing as a man who had made money in the West, he took Alyce everywhere and treated her royally. Finally, when he considered the time ripe, he injected a little love into the equation and hinted that he thought it was about time to settle down and that he appeared to have found the proper person to settle with.
But there, for the first time, Alyce balked. She didn"t refuse him, but she stated in so many words that she had a place that suited her for the time being, and that, until the fall, at least, she preferred to keep on with it.
"That suits me all right," declared Gregory. "Take your time about it.
Meanwhile we"ll continue to be good friends and trail around together, eh?"
"Certainly," said Alyce, "er--that is--until Tuesday."
"Tuesday?" inquired Joe. "What"s coming off Tuesday?"
"Mrs. Dodge will arrive on the _Atlantic_," was the reply, "and I"ll have to be with her for three days at least."
"Three days--" commenced Gregory, and halted himself. It wasn"t wise to show too much interest. But that night he called the chief on long distance and inquired if there had been any recent reports of suspicious jewel sales abroad. "Yes," came the voice from Washington, "pearls again. Loose ones, this time. And your three weeks" grace is up at noon Sat.u.r.day." The click that followed as the receiver hung up was finality itself.
The same procedure, altered in a few minor details, was followed when Mrs. Dodge landed. Again she was searched to the skin; again her luggage was gone over with microscopic care, and again nothing was found.
This time she stayed at the Knickerbocker, but Alyce was with her as usual.
Deprived of his usual company and left to his own devices, Gregory took a long walk up the Drive and tried to thrash out the problem.
"Comes over on a different boat almost every trip," he thought, "so that eliminates collusion with any of the crew. Doesn"t stay at the same hotel two times running, so there"s nothing there. Has the same maid and always returns--"
Then it was that motorists on Riverside Drive were treated to the sight of a young and extremely prepossessing man, dressed in the height of fashion, throwing his hat in the air and uttering a yell that could be heard for blocks. After which he disappeared hurriedly in the direction of the nearest drug store.
A hasty search through the phone book gave him the number he wanted--the offices of the Black Star line.
"Is Mr. MacPherson, the purser of the _Atlantic_, there?" he inquired.
Then: "h.e.l.lo! Mr. MacPherson? This is Gregory, Customs Division. You remember me, don"t you? Worked on the Maitland diamond case with you two years ago.... Wonder if you could tell me something I want to know--is Mrs. Mortimer C. Dodge booked to go back with you to-morrow?... She is?
What"s the number of her stateroom? And--er--what was the number of the room she had coming over?... I thank you."
If the motorists whom Gregory had startled on the Drive had seen him emerge from the phone booth they would have marveled at the look of keen satisfaction and relief that was spread over his face. The cat that swallowed the canary was tired of life, compared with Joe at that moment.
Next morning the Customs operatives were rather surprised to see Gregory stroll down to the _Atlantic_ dock about ten o"clock.
"Thought you were somewhere uptown on the chief"s pet case," said one of them.
"So I was," answered Joe. "But that"s practically cleaned up."
With that he went aboard, and no one saw him until just before the "All-ash.o.r.e" call. Then he took up his place beside the gangplank, with three other men placed near by in case of accident.
"Follow my lead," he directed. "I"ll speak to the girl. Two of you stick here to make certain that she doesn"t get away, and you, Bill, beat it on board then and tell the captain that the boat"s not to clear until we give the word. We won"t delay him more than ten minutes at the outside."
When Alyce came down the gangplank a few minutes later, in the midst of people who had been saying good-by to friends and relatives, she spotted Joe waiting for her, and started to move hurriedly away. Gregory caught up with her before she had gone a dozen feet.
"Good morning, Alyce," he said. "Thought I"d come down to meet you.