"No. I made all sorts of discreet inquiries after her, but they seemed to know nothing. The nearest I could get was a hint from one of the girls that she was away. But I"ll tell you whom I think I heard, talking to the man whose voice sounded like Dr. Harris"s, and that was Marie. Of course I couldn"t see, but in the part of the shop that looks like a fake hospital I heard two voices and I would wager that Marie is going through some of this beautification herself. Of course she is.
You remember how artificial she looked?"
"Did you see anyone else?"
"Oh, yes. You know the place is two doors from the Montmartre. Well, I think they have some connection with that place between them and the Montmartre. Anyhow it looks as if they did, for after I had been there a little while a girl came in, apparently from nowhere. She was the girl we saw paying money to Ike the Dropper, you remember--the one none of us recognized? There"s something in that next house, and she seems to have charge of it."
"Well, you have done a good day"s work," complimented Kennedy.
"I feel that I have made a start, anyhow," she admitted. "There is a lot yet to be learned of Margot"s. You remember it was early in the day that I was there. I want to go back sometime in the afternoon or evening."
"Dr. Harris is apparently the oracle on beauty," mused Kennedy.
"Yes. He must make a lot of money there."
"They must have some graft, though, besides the beauty parlour," went on Kennedy. "They wouldn"t be giving up money to Ike the Dropper if that was all there was."
"No, and that is where the doped cigarette comes in. That is why I want to go again. I imagine it"s like the Montmartre. They have to know you and think you are all right before you get the real inside of the place."
"I don"t doubt it."
"I can"t go around looking like a chorus girl," remarked Miss Kendall finally, with a glance at a little mirror she carried in her bag.
"I"m afraid you"ll have to excuse me until I get rid of this beautification."
The telephone rang sharply.
As Kennedy answered, we gathered that it was Carton. A few minutes of conversation, mostly on Carton"s part, followed. Kennedy hung up the receiver with an exclamation of vexation.
"I"m afraid I did wrong to start anything with the portrait parle yet,"
he said. "Why, this thing we are investigating has so many queer turns that you hardly know whom to trust."
"What do you mean?"
"I don"t know who could have given the thing away, but Carton says it wasn"t an hour after the inquiries began about Marie that it became known in the underworld that she was being looked for in this way. Oh, they are clever, those grafters. They have all sorts of ways of keeping in touch. I suppose they remember they had one experience with the portrait parle and it has made them as wary as a burglar is over finger-prints. Carton tells me that Marie has disappeared."
"I could swear I heard her or someone at Margot"s," said Clare.
"And Harris has disappeared. Of course you thought you overheard him, too. But you may have been mistaken."
"Why?"
"As nearly as Carton can find out," said Kennedy quickly, "Marie is Madame Margot herself."
XV
THE PHANTOM CIRCUIT
"I want to go to Margot"s again to-day," volunteered Miss Kendall the following morning, adding with a smile, "You see, I"ve got the habit.
Really, though, there is a mystery about that place that fascinates me.
I want to find out more about this Marie, or Margot, or whoever it was that I thought I heard there. And then those doped cigarettes interest me. You see, I haven"t forgotten what you said about dope the first time we talked about Dr. Harris. They will be more free with me, too, now that I am no longer a stranger."
"That is a good idea," agreed Kennedy, who was now chafing under the enforced inaction of the case. "I hope that this time they will let you into some of the secrets. There is one thing, though, I wish you"d look out for especially."
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"I should like to know what ways there are of communicating with the outside. You realize, of course, that it is very easy for them, if they come to suspect you, to frame up something in a place like that. There are strong-arm women as well as men, and I"m not at all sure that there may not be some men besides Dr. Harris who are acquainted with that place. At any rate Dr. Harris is unscrupulous enough himself."
"I shall make it a point to observe that," she said as she left us. "I hope I"ll have something to tell you when I come back."
"Walter," remarked Craig as the door closed, "that is one of the gamest girls I ever knew."
I looked across at him inquiringly.
"Don"t worry, my boy," he added, reading my expression. "She"s not of the marrying kind, any more than I am."
The morning pa.s.sed and half of the afternoon without any word from Miss Kendall. Kennedy was plainly becoming uneasy, when a hurried footstep in the hall was followed by a more hurried opening of the door.
"Let me sit down, just a minute, to collect myself," panted Miss Kendall, pressing her hands to her temples where the blue veins stood out and literally throbbed. "I"m all in."
"Why, what is the matter?" asked Kennedy, placing a chair and switching on an electric fan, while he quickly found a bottle of restorative salts which was always handy for emergencies in the laboratory.
"Oh--such a time as I"ve had! Wait--let me see whether I can recollect it in order."
A few minutes later she resumed. "I went in, as before. There seemed to be quite a change in the way they treated me. I must have made a good impression the first time. A second visit seemed to have opened the way for everything. Evidently they think I am all right.
"Well, I went through much the same thing as I did before, only I tried to make it not quite so elaborate, down to the point where several of us were sitting in loose robes in the lounging-room. That was the part, you know, that interested me before.
"The maid came in with the cigarettes and I smoked one of the doped ones. They watch everything that you do so closely there, and the moment I smoked one they offered me another. I don"t know what was in them, but I fancy there must be just a trace of opium. They made me feel exhilarated, then just a bit drowsy. I managed to make away with the second without inhaling much of the smoke, for my head was in a whirl by this time. It wasn"t so much that I was afraid I couldn"t take care of myself as it was that I was afraid that it would blunt the keenness of my observation and I might miss something."
"Besides the cigarettes, was there anything else?" asked Craig.
"Yes, indeed. I didn"t see anyone there I recognized, but I heard some of them talk. One was taking a little veronal; another said something about heroin. It was high-toned hitting the pipe, if you call it that--a Turkish bath, followed by ma.s.sage, and then a safe complement of anything you wanted, taken leisurely by these aristocratic dope fiends.
"There was one woman there who I am sure was snuffing cocaine. She had a little gold and enamelled box like a snuff box beside her from which she would take from time to time a pinch of some white crystals and inhale it vigorously, now and then taking a little sip of a liqueur that was brought in to her."
"That"s the way," observed Kennedy. "There are always a considerable number of inhuman beings who are willing to make capital out of the weaknesses of others. This illicit sale of cocaine is one example. Such conditions have existed with the opium products a long time. Now it seems to be the "c.o.ke fiend.""
"I was glad I did just as I did," resumed Clare, "because it wasn"t long before I saw that the thing to do was to feign drowsiness. A maid came over to me and in a most plausible and insinuating way hinted that perhaps I might feel like resting and that if the noise in the beauty parlour annoyed me, they had the entire next house--the one next to the Montmartre, you know--which had been fitted up as a dormitory."
"You didn"t go?" cut in Craig immediately.
"I did not. I pleaded an engagement. Why, the place is a regular dope joint."
"Exactly. I suspected as much as you went along. Everything seems to have moved uptown lately, to have been veneered over to meet the fastidious second decade of the twentieth century. But underneath it all are the same old vices. I"m glad you didn"t attempt to go into the next house. Anyhow, now we are certain about the character of the place. Did you notice anything about the means of communicating with the outside--the telephones, for instance?"