Miss Kendall was evidently feeling much better now.
"Oh, yes," she answered. "I took particular care to observe that. They have a telephone, but there is a girl who attends to it, although they don"t really need one. She listens to everything. Then, too, in the other house--You remember I spoke about the girl whom we saw paying Ike the Dropper? It seems that she has a similar position at the telephone over there."
"So they have two telephones," repeated Craig.
"Yes."
"Good. There are always likely to be some desperate characters in places like that. If we ever have anyone go into that dope joint we must have some way of keeping in touch and protecting the person."
Miss Kendall had gone home for a few hours of rest after her exciting experience. Craig was idly tapping with his fingers on the broad arm of his chair.
Suddenly he jumped up. "I"m going up there to look that joint over from the outside," he announced.
We walked past the front of it without seeing anything in particular, then turned the corner and were on the Avenue. Kennedy paused and looked at a cheap apartment house on which was a sign, "Flats to Let."
"I think I"ll get the janitor to show me one of them," he said.
One was on the first floor in the rear. Kennedy did not seem to be very much interested in the rent. A glance out of the window sufficed to show him that he could see the back of the Montmartre and some of the houses. It took only a minute to hire it, at least conditionally, and a bill to the janitor gave us a key.
"What are you going to do?"
"We can"t do anything just yet, but it will be dark by the time I get over to the laboratory and back and then we can do something."
That night we started prowling over the back fences down the street.
Fortunately it was a very black night and Craig was careful not to use even the electric bull"s-eye which he had brought over from the laboratory together with some wire and telephone instruments.
As we crouched in the shadow of one of the fences, he remarked: "Just as I expected; the telephone wires run along the tops of the fences.
Here"s where they run into 72--that"s the beauty parlour. These run into 70--that"s the dope joint. Then next comes the Montmartre itself, reaching all the way back as far as the lot extends."
We had come up close to the backs of the houses by this time. The shades were all drawn and the blinds were closed in both of them, so that we had really nothing to fear provided we kept quiet. Besides the back yards looked unkempt, as if no one cared much about them.
Kennedy flashed the electric bull"s-eye momentarily on the wires. They branched off from the back fence down the party fence to the houses, both sets on one fence.
"Good!" he exclaimed. "It is better than I hoped. The two sets go on up to the first floor together, then separate. One set goes into the beauty parlour; the other into the dope joint."
Craig had quietly climbed up on a shed over the bas.e.m.e.nts of both the houses. He was working quickly with all the dexterity of a lineman. To two of the four wires he had attached one other. Then to two others he attached another, all the connections being made at exactly corresponding points.
The next step was to lead these two newly connected wires to a window on the first floor of the house next to the Montmartre. He fastened them lightly to the closed shutter, let himself down to the yard again and we beat a slow and careful retreat to our flat.
In one of the yards down near the corner, however, he paused. Here was an iron box fastened to one of the fences, a switch box or something of the sort belonging to the telephone company. To it were led all the wires from the various houses on the block and to each wire was fastened a little ticket on which was scrawled in indelible pencil the number of the house to which the wire ran.
Kennedy found the two pairs that ran to 70 and 72, cut in on them in the same way that he had done before and fastened two other wires, one to each pair. This pair he led along and into the flat.
"I"ve fixed it," he explained, "so that anyone who can get into that room on the back of the first floor of the dope joint can communicate with the outside very easily over the telephone, without being overheard, either."
"How?" I asked completely mystified by the apparent simplicity of the proceeding.
"I have left two wires sticking on the outside shutter of that room,"
he replied. "All that anyone who gets into that room has to do is to open the window softly, reach out and secure them. With them fastened to a transmitter which I have, he can talk to me in the flat around the corner and no one will ever know it."
There was nothing more that we could do that night and we waited impatiently until Clare Kendall came to make her daily report in the morning.
"The question is, whom are we going to get whom we can trust to go to that dope joint and explore it?" remarked Kennedy, after we had finished telling Miss Kendall about our experiences of the night before.
"Carton must have someone who can take a course in beauty and dope," I replied. "Or perhaps Miss Kendall has one of her investigators whom she can trust."
"If the thing gets too rough," added Craig, "whoever is in there can telephone to us, if she will only be careful first to get that back room in the "dormitory," as they call it. Then all we"ll have to do will be to jump in there and---"
"I"ll do it," interrupted Clare.
"No, Miss Kendall," denied Kennedy firmly.
"Let me do it. There is no one whom I can trust more than myself.
Besides, I know the places now."
She said it with an air of quiet determination, as if she had been thinking it over ever since she returned from her visit of the day before.
Kennedy and Miss Kendall faced each other for a moment. It was evident that it was against just this that he had been trying to provide. On her part it was equally evident that she had made up her mind.
"Miss Kendall," said Kennedy, meeting her calm eye, "you are the most nervy detective, barring none, that it has ever been my pleasure to meet. I yield under protest."
I must say that it was with a great deal of misgiving that I saw Clare enter Margot"s. We had gone as far as the corner with her, had watched her go in, and then hurried into the unfurnished apartment which Craig had rented on the Avenue.
As we sat on the rickety chairs which we had borrowed from the janitor under pretence of wanting to reach something, the minutes that pa.s.sed seemed like hours.
I wondered what had happened to the plucky girl in her devotion to the cause in which she had enlisted, and several times I could see from the expression of Craig"s face that he more and more regretted that he had given in to her and had allowed her to go, instead of adhering to his original plan. From what she had told us about the two places, I tried to imagine what she was doing, but each time I ended by having an increased feeling of apprehension.
Kennedy sat grimly silent with the receiver of the telephone glued to his ear, straining his hearing to catch even the faintest sound.
At last his face brightened.
"She"s there all right," he exclaimed to me. "Managed to make them think in the beauty parlour that she was a dope fiend and pretty far gone. Insisted that she must have the back room on the first floor because she was afraid of fire. She kept the door open so that she would not miss anything, but it was a long time before she got a chance to reach out of the window and get the wires and connect them with the instruments I gave her. But it"s all right now.
"Yes, Miss Kendall, right here, listening to everything you get a chance to say. Only be careful. There is no use spoiling the game by trying to talk to me until you have all that you think you can obtain in the way of evidence. Don"t let them think you have any means of communication with the outside or they"ll go to any length to silence you. We"ll be here all the time and the moment you think there is any danger, call us."
Kennedy seemed visibly relieved by the message.
"She says that she has found out a great deal already, but didn"t dare take the time to tell it just yet," he explained. "By the way, Walter, while we are waiting, I wish you would go out and see whether there is a policeman on fixed post anywhere around here."
Five minutes later when I returned, having located the nearest peg post a long block away on Broadway, Kennedy raised a warning hand. She was telephoning again.
"She says that attendants come and go in her room so often that it"s hard to get a chance to say anything, but she is sure that there is someone hidden there, perhaps Marie or Madame Margot, whoever she is, or it may even be Betty Blackwell. They watch very closely."
"But," I asked, almost in a whisper, as if someone over there might hear me, "isn"t this a very dangerous proceeding, Craig? It seems to me you are taking long chances. Suppose one of the telephone girls in either house, whom she told us keep such sharp watch over the wires, should happen to be calling up or answering a call. She would hear someone else talking over the wire and it wouldn"t be difficult for her to decide who it was. Then there"d be a row."
"Not a chance," smiled Kennedy. "No one except ourselves, not even Central, can hear a word of what is said over these connections I have made. This is what is called a phantom circuit."
"A phantom circuit?" I repeated. "What kind of a weird thing is that?"