"Just the thing," exclaimed Carton, whose keen sense of proportion showed what a valuable political a.s.set such a coup would make in addition to its effect on the case.
"We"ll get Kahn right, if we have a chance," planned Craig. "You are acquainted more or less with his habits, I suppose. Where does Kahn hang out? Most fellows like him have a sort of Amen Corner where they meet their henchmen, issue orders, receive reports and carry on business that wouldn"t do for an office downtown."
"Why, I believe he goes to Farrell"s--has an interest in the place, I think."
Farrell"s, we recognized, as a rather well-known all-night cafe which managed to survive the excise vicissitudes by dint of having no cabaret or entertainment.
We finished the dinner in silence, Kennedy turning various schemes over in his mind, and rejecting them one after another.
"There"s nothing we can do immediately, I suppose," he remarked at length. "But if you and Carton care to come up to the laboratory with me, I might in time of peace prepare for war. I have a little apparatus up there which I think may fit in somehow and if it does, Mr. Kahn"s days of jury fixing are numbered."
A few minutes later, we found ourselves in Kennedy"s laboratory, where he had gathered together an amazing collection of paraphernalia in the warfare of science against crime which he had been waging during the years that I had known him.
Carton looked about in silent admiration. As for myself, although one might have thought it was an old story with me, I had found that no sooner had I become familiar with one piece of apparatus to perform one duty, than another situation, entirely different and unprecedented in our cases arose which called for another, entirely new. I had learned to have implicit confidence in Kennedy"s ability to meet each new emergency with something fully capable of solving the problem.
From a cabinet, Kennedy took out what looked like the little black leather box of a camera, with, however, a most peculiar looking lens.
IX
THE JURY FIXER
"Let"s visit Farrell"s," remarked Craig, after looking over the apparatus and slinging it over his shoulder.
It was early yet, and the theatres were not out, so that there were comparatively few people in the famous all-night cafe. We entered the bar cautiously and looked about. Kahn at least was not there.
In the back of this part of the cafe were several booths, open to conform to the law, yet sufficiently screened so that there was at least a little privacy.
Above the booths was a line of transoms.
"What"s back there?" asked Kennedy, under his breath.
"A back room," returned Carton.
"Perhaps Kahn is there," Craig suggested. "Walter, you"re the one whom he would least likely recognize. Suppose you just stick your head in the door and look about as quietly as you can."
I lounged back, glanced at the records of sporting events posted on the wall at the end of the bar, then, casually, as if looking for someone, swung the double-hinged door that led from the bar into the back room.
The room was empty except for one man, turned sidewise to the door, reading a paper, but in a position so that he could see anyone who entered. I had not opened the door widely enough to be noticed, but I now let it swing back hastily. It was Kahn, pompously sipping something he had ordered.
"He"s back there," I whispered to Kennedy, as I returned, excitedly motioning toward one of the transoms over the booths back of which Kahn was seated.
"Right there?" he queried.
"Just about," I answered.
A moment later Kennedy led the way over to the booth under the transom and we sat down. A waiter hovered near us. Craig silenced him quickly with a substantial order and a good-sized tip.
From our position, if we sat well within the booth, we were effectually hidden unless someone purposely came down and looked in on us. We watched Kennedy curiously. He had unslung the little black camera-like box and to it attached a pair of fine wires and a small pocket storage battery which he carried.
Then he looked up at the transom. It was far too high for us to hear through, even if those in the back room talked fairly loud. Standing on the leather wall seats of the booth to listen or even to look over was out of the question, for it would be sure to excite suspicion among the waiters, or the customers who were continually pa.s.sing in and out of the place.
Kennedy was watching his chance, and when the cafe emptied itself after being deluged between the acts from a neighbouring theatre, he jumped up quickly in the seat, stood on his toes and craned his neck through the diagonally opened transom. Before any of the waiters, who were busy clearing up the results of the last theatre raid, had a chance to notice him, Craig had slipped the little black box into the shadow of the corner.
From it dangled down the fine wires, not noticeable.
"He"s sitting just back of us yet," reported Kennedy. "I don"t know about that flaming arc light in the middle of the room, but I think it will be all right. Anyhow, we shall have to take a chance. It looks to me as if he were waiting for someone--didn"t it to you, Walter?"
I nodded acquiescence.
"He has wasted no time in getting down to work," put in Carton, who had been a silent spectator of the preparations of Kennedy. "What"s that thing you put on the ledge up there--a detectaphone?"
Kennedy smiled. "No--they"re too clever to do any talking, at least in a place like this, I"m afraid," he said, carefully hiding the wires and the battery beside him in the shadow of the corner of the booth. "It may be that nothing will happen, anyhow, but if it does we can at least have the satisfaction of having tried to get something. Carton, you had better sit as far back in the booth as I am. The longer we can stay here unnoticed the better. Let Walter sit on the outside."
We changed places.
"Lawyers have been complaining to me lately," remarked Carton in a well modulated voice, "about jury fixing. Some of them say it has been going on on a large scale and I have had several of my county detectives working on it. But they haven"t landed anything yet,--except rumours, like this one about the Dopey Jack jury. I"ve had them out posing as jurymen who could be "approached" and would arrange terms for other bribable jurymen."
"And you mean to say that that"s going on right here in this city?" I asked, scenting a possible newspaper story.
"This campaign I have started," he replied, "is only the beginning of our work in breaking up the organized business of jury bribing. I mean to put an end to the work of what I have reason to believe is a secret ring of jury fixers. Why, I understand that the prices for "hanging" a jury range all the way from five to five hundred dollars, or even higher in an important case. The size of the jury fixer"s "cut" depends upon the amount the client is willing to pay for having his case made either a disagreement or a dismissal. Usually a bonus is demanded for a dismissal in criminal cases. But such things are very difficult to--"
"Sh!" I cautioned, for from my vantage point I saw two men approaching.
They saw me in the booth, but not the rest of us, and turned to enter the next one. Though they were talking in low tones, we could catch words and phrases now and then, which told us that we ourselves would have to be very careful about being overheard.
"We"ve got to be careful," one of them remarked in a scarcely audible undertone. "Carton has detectives mingling with the talesmen in every court of importance in the city."
The reply of the other was not audible, but Carton leaned over to us and whispered, "One of Kahn"s runners, I think."
Apparently Kahn was taking extreme precautions and wanted everything in readiness so that whatever was to be done would go off smoothly.
Kennedy glanced up at the little black leather box perched high above on the sill of the part.i.tion.
"The chief says that a thousand dollars is the highest price that he can afford for "hanging" this jury--providing you get on it, or any of your friends."
The other man, whose voice was not of the vibrating, penetrating quality of the runner, seemed to hesitate and be inclined to argue.
"We"ve had "em as low as five dollars," went on the runner, at which Carton exchanged a knowing glance with us. "But in a special case, like this, we realize that they come high."
The other man grumbled a bit and we could catch the word, "risky."
Back and forth the argument went. The runner, however, was a worthy representative of his chief, for at last he succeeded in carrying both his point and his price.
"All right," we heard him say at last, "the chief is in the back room.
Wait until I see whether he is alone."