"You are doomed not to hear the first turn of those wheels retorted Markham. "The initial revolution will take place outside of this office." And he disappeared through a swinging door which led to the judge"s chambers.
Five minutes later he returned and sat down in the high-backed swivel chair at his desk, with his back to the four tall narrow windows in the south wall of the office.
"I just saw Judge Redfern," he explained, "it happened to be the midday recess, and he verified Spotswoode"s statement in regard to the poker game. The judge met him outside of the club at ten minutes before midnight, and was with him until three in the morning. He noted the time because he had promised his guests to be back at half past eleven and was twenty minutes late."
"Why all this substantiation of an obviously unimportant fact? asked Vance.
"A matter of routine," Markham told him, slightly impatient. "In a case of this kind every factor, however seemingly remote to the main issue, must be checked."
"Really, y" know, Markham", Vance laid his head back on the chair and gazed dreamily at the ceiling, "one would think that this eternal routine, which you lawyer chaps worship so devoutly, actually got one somewhere occasionally; whereas it never gets one anywhere. Remember the Red Queen in "Through the Looking-Gla.s.s, ""
"I"m too busy at present to debate the question of routine versus inspiration," Markham answered brusquely, pressing a b.u.t.ton beneath the edge of his desk.
Swacker, his youthful and energetic secretary, appeared at the door which communicated with a narrow inner chamber between the district attorney"s office and the main waiting room.
"Yes, Chief?" The secretary"s eyes gleamed expectantly behind his enormous horn-rimmed gla.s.ses.
"Tell Ben to send me in a man at once.""Ben" was Colonel Benjamin Hanlon, the commanding officer of the Detective Division attached to the district attorney"s office.
Swacker went out through the corridor door, and a minute or two later a suave, rotund man, dressed immaculately and wearing a pince nez, entered, and stood before Markham with an ingratiating smile.
"Morning, Tracy." Markham"s tone was pleasant but curt. "Here"s a list of four witnesses in connection with the Odell case that I want brought down here at once, the two phone operators, the maid, and the janitor. You"ll find them at 184 West 71st Street. Sergeant Heath is holding them there."
"Right, sir." Tracy took the memorandum, and with a priggish, but by no means inelegant, bow went out.
During the next hour Markham plunged into the general work that had acc.u.mulated during the forenoon, and I was amazed at the man"s tremendous vitality and efficiency. He disposed of as many important matters as would have occupied the ordinary businessman for an entire day. Swacker bobbed in and out with electric energy, and various clerks appeared at the touch of a buzzer, took their orders, and were gone with breathless rapidity. Vance, who had sought diversion in a tome of famous arson trials, looked up admiringly from time to time and shook his head in mild reproach at such spirited activity.
It was just half past two when Swacker announced the return of Tracy with the four witnesses; and for two hours Markham questioned and cross-questioned them with a thoroughness and an insight that even I, as a lawyer, had rarely seen equaled. His interrogation of the two phone operators was quite different from his casual questioning of them earlier in the day; and if there had been a single relevant omission in their former testimony, it would certainly have been caught now by Markham"s grueling catechism. But when, at last, they were told they could go, no new information had been brought to light. Their stories now stood firmly grounded: no one, with the exception of the girl herself and her escort, and the disappointed visitor at half past nine, had entered the front door and pa.s.sed down the hall to the Odell apartment from seven o"clock on; and no one had pa.s.sed out that way. The janitor reiterated stubbornly that he had bolted the side door a little after six, and no amount of wheedling or aggression could shake his dogged certainty on that point. Amy Gibson, the maid, could add nothing to her former testimony. Markham"s intensive examination of her produced only repet.i.tions of what she had already told him.
Not one new possibility, not one new suggestion, was brought out.
In fact, the two hours" interlocutory proceedings resulted only in closing up every loophole in a seemingly incredible situation.
When, at half past four, Markham sat back in his chair with a weary sigh, the chance of unearthing a promising means of approach to the astonishing problem seemed more remote than ever.
Vance closed his treatise on arson and threw away his cigarette.
"I tell you, Markham old chap", he grinned, "this case requires umbilicular contemplation, not routine. Why not call in an Egyptian seeress with a flair for crystal-gazing?"
"If this sort of thing goes on much longer," returned Markham dispiritedly, "I"ll be tempted to take your advice."
Just then Swacker looked in through the door to say that Inspector Brenner was on the wire. Markham picked up the telephone receiver, and as he listened he jotted down some notes on a pad. When the call had ended, he turned to Vance.
"You seemed disturbed over the condition of the steel jewel case we found in the bedroom. Well, the expert on burglar tools just called up; and he verifies his opinion of this morning. The case was pried open with a specially-made cold chisel such as only a professional burglar would carry or would know how to use. It had an inch-and three-eighths beveled bit and a one-inch flat handle. It was an old instrument, there was a peculiar nick in the blade, and is the same one that was used in a successful housebreak on upper Park Avenue early last summer. . . . Does that highly exciting information ameliorate your anxiety?"
"Can"t say that it does." Vance had again become serious and perplexed. "In fact, it makes the situation still more fantastic. . . . I could see a glimmer of light, eerie and unearthly, perhaps, but still a perceptible illumination, in all this murkiness if it wasn"t for that jewel case and the steel chisel."
Markham was about to answer when Swacker again looked in and informed him that Sergeant Heath had arrived and wanted to see him.
Heath"s manner was far less depressed than when we had taken leave of him that morning. He accepted the cigar Markham offered him, and seating himself at the conference table in front of the district attorney"s desk, drew out a battered notebook.
"We"ve had a little good luck," he began. "Burke and Emery, two of the men I put on the case, got a line on Odell at the first place they made inquiries. From what they learned, she didn"t run around with many men, limited herself to a few live wires, and played the game with what you"d call finesse. . . . The princ.i.p.al one, the man who"s been seen most with her, is Charles Cleaver."
Markham sat up. "I know Cleaver, if it"s the same one."
"It"s him, all right," declared Heath. "Former Brooklyn Tax Commissioner; been interested in a poolroom for pony-betting over in Jersey City ever since. Hangs out at the Stuyvesant Club, where he can hobn.o.b with his old Tammany Hall cronies."
"That"s the one," nodded Markham. "He"s a kind of professional gay dog, known as Pop, I believe."
Vance gazed into s.p.a.ce.
"Well, well," he murmured. "So old Pop Cleaver was also entangled with our subtle and sanguine Dolores. She certainly couldn"t have loved him for his beaux yeux."
"I thought, sir," went on Heath, "that, seeing as how Cleaver is always in and out of the Stuyvesant Club, you might ask him some questions about Odell. He ought to know something."
"Glad to, Sergeant." Markham made a note on his pad. "I"ll try to get in touch with him tonight. . . . Anyone else on your list?"
"There"s a fellow named Mannix, Louis Mannix, who met Odell when she was in the "Follies"; but she chucked him over a year ago, and they haven"t been seen together since. He"s got another girl now. He"s the head of the firm of Mannix and Levine, fur importers, and is one of your nightclub rounders, a heavy spender. But I don"t see much use of barking up that tree, his affair with Odell went cold too long ago."
"Yes," agreed Markham; "I think we can eliminate him."
"I say, if you keep up this elimination much longer," observed Vance, "you won"t have anything left but the lady"s corpse."
"And then, there"s the man who took her out last night," pursued Heath. "n.o.body seems to know his name, he must"ve been one of those discreet, careful old boys. I thought at first he might have been Cleaver, but the descriptions don"t tally. . . . And by the way, sir, here"s a funny thing: when he left Odell last night he took the taxi down to the Stuyvesant Club and got out there."
Markham nodded. "I know all about that, Sergeant. And I know who the man was; and it wasn"t Cleaver."
Vance was chuckling. "The Stuyvesant Club seems to be well in the forefront of this case," he said. "I do hope it doesn"t suffer the sad fate of the Knickerbocker Athletic."Vance was here referring to the famous Molineux case, which, in 1898, sounded the death knell of the old Knickerbocker Athletic Club at Madison Avenue and 45th Street. But it was commercialism that ended the Stuyvesant"s career. This club, which stood on the north side of Madison Square, was razed a few years later to make room for a skysc.r.a.per.
Heath was intent on the main issue.
"Who was the man, Mr. Markham?"
Markham hesitated, as if pondering the advisability of taking the other into his confidence. Then he said: "I"ll tell you his name, but in strict confidence. The man was Kenneth Spotswoode."
He then recounted the story of his being called away from lunch, and of his failure to elicit any helpful suggestions from Spotswoode.
He also informed Heath of his verification of the man"s statements regarding his movements after meeting Judge Redfern at the club.
"And," added Markham, "since he obviously left the girl before she was murdered, there"s no necessity to bother him. In fact, I gave him my word I"d keep him out of it for his family"s sake."
"If you"re satisfied, sir, I am." Heath closed his notebook and put it away. "There"s just one other little thing. Odell used to live on 110th Street, and Emery dug up her former landlady and learned that this fancy guy the maid told us about used to call on her regularly."
"That reminds me, Sergeant." Markham picked up the memorandum he had made during Inspector Brenner"s phone call. "Here"s some data the Professor gave me about the forcing of the jewel case."
Heath studied the paper with considerable eagerness. "Just as I thought!" He nodded his head with satisfaction. "Clear-cut professional job, by somebody who"s been in the line of work before."
Vance roused himself. "Still, if such is the case," he said, "why did this experienced burglar first use the insufficient poker? And why did he overlook the living room clothes press?"
"I"ll find all that out, Mr. Vance, when I get my hands on him a.s.serted Heath, with a hard look in his eyes. "And the guy I want to have a nice quiet little chat with is the one with the pleated silk shirt and the chamois gloves."
"Chacun a son gout," sighed Vance. "For myself, I have no yearning whatever to hold converse with him. Somehow, I can"t just picture a professional looter trying to rend a steel box with a cast iron poker."
"Forget the poker," Heath advised gruffly. "He jimmied the box with a steel chisel; and that same chisel was used last summer in another burglary on Park Avenue. What about THAT?"
"Ah! That"s what torments me, Sergeant. If it wasn"t for that disturbin" fact, d" ye see, I"d be lightsome and sans souci this afternoon, inviting my soul over a dish of tea at Claremont."
Detective Bellamy was announced, and Heath sprang to his feet.
"That"ll mean news about those fingerprints," he prophesied hopefully.
Bellamy entered unemotionally and walked up to the district attorney"s desk.
"Cap"n Dubois sent me over," he said. "He thought you"d want the report on those Odell prints." He reached into his pocket and drew out a small flat folder which, at a sign from Markham, he handed to Heath. "We identified "em. Both made by the same hand, like Cap"n Dubois said: and that hand belonged to Tony Skeel."
""Dude" Skeel, eh?" The sergeant"s tone was vibrant with suppressed excitement. "Say, Mr. Markham, that gets us somewhere. Skeel"s an ex-convict and an artist in his line."
He opened the folder and took out an oblong card and a sheet of blue paper containing eight or ten lines of typewriting. He studied the card, gave a satisfied grunt, and handed it to Markham. Vance and I stepped up and looked at it. At the top was the familiar rogues" gallery photograph showing the full face and profile of a regular featured youth with thick hair and a square chin. His eyes were wide-set and pale, and he wore a small, evenly trimmed moustache with waxed, needlepoint ends. Below the double photograph was a brief tabulated description of its sitter, giving his name, aliases, residence, and Bertillon measurements, and designating the character of his illegal profession. Underneath were ten little squares arranged in two rows, each containing a fingerprint impress made in black ink, the upper row being the impressions of the right hand, the lower row those of the left.
"So that"s the arbiter elegantiarum who introduced the silk shirt for full-dress wear! My word!" Vance regarded the identification card satirically. "I wish he"d start a craze for gaiters with dinner jackets, these New York theaters are frightfully drafty in winter."
Heath put the card back in the folder and glanced over the typewritten paper that had accompanied it.
"He"s our man, and no mistake, Mr. Markham. Listen to this: "Tony (Dude) Skeel. Two years Elmira Reformatory, 1902 to 1904. One year in the Baltimore County jail for pet.i.t larceny, 1906. Three years in San Quentin for a.s.sault and robbery, 1908 to 1911. Arrested Chicago for housebreaking, 1912; case dismissed. Arrested and tried for burglary in Albany, 1913; no conviction. Served two years and eight months in Sing-Sing for housebreaking and burglary, 1914 to 1916."" He folded the paper and put it, with the card, into his breast pocket. "Sweet little record."
"That dope what you wanted?" asked the imperturbable Bellamy.
"I"ll say!" Heath was almost jovial.
Bellamy lingered expectantly with one eye on the district attorney; and Markham, as if suddenly remembering something, took out a box of cigars and held it out.
"Much obliged, sir," said Bellamy, helping himself to two Mi Favoritas; and putting them into his waistcoat pocket with great care, he went out.
"I"ll use your phone now, if you don"t mind, Mr. Markham," said Heath.