"Well, you are a brand new combination against them. Let me see; you want suggestions. Why don"t you use the detectaphone--get our own little Black Book?"
Kennedy shook his head.
"The detectaphone is all right, as Dorgan knows. It might work again.
But I don"t think I"ll take any chances. No, these grafters wouldn"t say "Thank you" in an open boat in mid-ocean, for fear of wireless, now. They"ve been educated up to a lot of things lately. No, it must be something new. What do you know about graft up there?"
"The people who are running those places in the fifties are making barrels of money," summarized Carton quickly. "No one ever interferes with them, either. I know from reliable sources, too, that the police are "getting theirs." But although I know it I can"t prove it; I can"t even tell who is getting it. But once a week a collector for the police calls around in that district and shakes them all down. By Jove, to-day is the day. The trouble with it all is that they have made the thing so underground that no one but the princ.i.p.als know anything about it--not even the agents. I guess you are right about the detectaphone."
"To-day"s the day, is it?" mused Craig.
"So I understand."
"I think I can get them with a new machine they never dreamed of,"
exclaimed Kennedy, who had been turning something over in his mind.
He reached for the telephone and called the Montmartre.
"Julius, please," he said when they answered; then, placing his hand over the transmitter, he turned to Clare. "That was your friend the t.i.tian, Miss Kendall."
"No friend of mine if she happens to remember seeing me in Dr. Harris"s office the other day. Still, I doubt if she would."
"h.e.l.lo--Julius? Good morning. How about a private dining-room for three, Julius?"
We could not hear the reply, but Craig added quickly, "I thought there were two?"
Evidently the answer was in the affirmative, for Craig asked next, "Well, can"t we have the small one?"
He hung up the receiver with a satisfied smile after closing with "That"s the way to talk. Thank you, Julius. Good-bye."
"What was the difficulty?" I asked.
"Why, I thought I"d take a chance--and it took. Now figure it out for yourself. Carton says it"s dough day, so to speak, up there. What is more natural than that the money for all those places leased to various people should be pa.s.sed over in a place that is public and yet is not public? For instance, there is the Montmartre itself. Now think it out.
Where would that be done in the Montmartre? Why, in one of the private dining-rooms, of course."
"That seems reasonable," agreed Carton.
"That was the way I doped it," pursued Craig. "I thought I"d confirm it if I could. You remember they told us to call up always if I wanted a private dining-room and it would be reserved for me. So it was the most natural thing in the world for me to call up. If they had said yes, I should have been disappointed. But they said no, and straightway I wanted one of those rooms the worst way. One seems to be engaged--the large one. He said nothing about the other, so I asked him. Since I knew about it, he could hardly say no. Well, I have engaged it for lunch--an early luncheon, too."
"It sounds all right, as though you were on the right trail," remarked Carton. "But, remember, only the best sort of evidence will go against those people. They can afford to hire the best lawyers that money can retain. And be careful not to let them get anything on you, for they are fearful liars, and they"ll go the limit to discredit you."
"Trust us," a.s.sured Craig. "Now, Miss Kendall, if you will give us the pleasure of lunching with you at the Montmartre again, I think we may be able to get the Judge just the sort of open and shut evidence he is after."
"I shall be glad to do it. I"m ready now."
Kennedy glanced at his watch. "It"s a little early yet. If we take a taxicab we shall have plenty of time to stop at the laboratory on our way."
Arriving at the laboratory, he went to a drawer, from which he took a little box which contained a long tube, and carefully placed it in the breast pocket of his coat. Then from a chest of tools he drew several steel sections that apparently fitted together, and began stuffing the parts into various pockets.
"Here, Walter," he said, "these make me bulge like a yeggman with his outfit under his coat. Can"t you help me with some of these parts?"
I jammed several into various pockets--heavy pieces of metal--and we were ready.
Our previous visits to the Montmartre seemed to have given us the entree and the precaution of telephoning made it even easier. Indeed, it appeared that about all that was necessary there was to be known and to be thought "right." We carefully avoided the office, where the stenographer might possibly have recognized Clare, and entered the elevator.
"Is Dr. Harris in?" asked Craig, both by way of getting information and showing that he was no stranger.
The black elevator boy gave an ivory grin. "No, sah. He done gone on one o" them things."
Another question developed the fact that whenever Harris was away it was generally a.s.sumed that he was tinting the metropolis vermilion from the Battery to the Bronx.
We pa.s.sed down the hall to the smaller of the two dining-rooms, and as we went by the larger we could see the door open and that no one was there.
We had ordered and the waiter had scarcely shut the door before Kennedy had divested himself of the heavy steel sections which he had hidden in his pockets. I did the same.
With a quick glance he seemed to be observing just how the furniture was placed. The smaller dining-room was quite as elaborately furnished as the larger, though of course the furniture was more crowded.
He moved the settee and was on his knees in a corner. "Let me see," he considered. "There was nothing on this side of the larger room except the divan in the centre."
As nearly as he could judge he was measuring off just where the divan stood on the opposite side of the wall, and its height. Then he began fitting together the pieces of steel. As he added one to another, I saw that they made a sectional brace and bit of his own design, a long, vicious-looking affair such as a burglar might have been glad to own.
Carefully he started to bore through the plaster and lath back of the settee and to one side of where the divan must have been. He was making just as small a hole as possible, now and then stopping to listen.
There was no noise from the next room, but a tap on the door announced the waiter with luncheon. He shoved the settee back and joined us. The discreet waiter placed the food on the table and departed without a word or look. Kennedy resumed his work and we left the luncheon still untasted.
The bit seemed to have gone through as Kennedy, turning it carefully, withdrew it now and then to make sure. At last he seemed to be satisfied with the opening he had made.
From the package in his breast pocket he drew a long bra.s.s tube which looked as if it might be a putty-blower. Slowly he inserted it into the hole he had bored.
"What is it?" I asked, unable to restrain my curiosity longer.
"I felt sure that there would be no talking done in that room, especially as we are in this one and anyone knows that even if you can"t put a detectaphone in a room, it will often work if merely placed against a wall or door, on the other side, in the next room. So I thought I"d use this instead. Put your eye down here."
I did so and was amazed to find that through a hole less than a quarter of an inch in diameter the bra.s.s tube enabled me to see the entire room next to us.
I looked up at Kennedy in surprise. "What do you think of this, Miss Kendall?" I asked, moving the settee out of her way. "What do you call it?"
"That is a detectascope," he replied, "a little contrivance which makes use of the fish-eye lens.
"Yes. The detectascope enables you to see what is going on in another room. The focus may be altered in range so that the faces of those in the room may be recognized and the act of pa.s.sing money or signing cheques, for instance, may be detected. The instrument is fashioned somewhat after the cytoscope of the doctors, with which the human interior may be seen."
"Very remarkable," exclaimed Clare. "But I can"t understand how it is possible to see so much through such a little tube. Why, I almost fancy I can see more in that room than I could with my own eyes if I were placed so that I could not move my head."
Kennedy laughed.
"That"s the secret," he went on. "For instance, take a drop of water.
Professor Wood of Johns Hopkins has demonstrated recently the remarkable refracting power of a drop of water, using the camera and the drop of water as a lens. It is especially interesting to scientists because it ill.u.s.trates the range of vision of some fishes. They have eyes that see over half a circle. Hence the lens gets its name--"the fish-eye lens." A globe refracts the light that reaches it from all directions, and if it is placed as the lens is in the detectascope so that one half of it catches the light, all this light will be refracted through it. Ordinary lenses, because of their flatness, have a range of only a few degrees, the widest in use, I believe, taking in only ninety-six degrees, or a little over a quarter of a circle. So you see my detectascope has a range almost twice as wide as that of any other lens."
The little tube was fascinating, and although there was no one in the next room yet, I could not resist the desire to keep on looking through it.