Kennedy almost dragged me back to our apartment, he was in such a hurry to examine the apparatus at his leisure. He turned on all the lights, took the thing out of its case, and stripped off the two sheets of ruled paper wound around the two revolving drums. He laid them flat on the table and studied them for some minutes with evidently growing satisfaction.
At last he turned to me and said, "Walter, here is a ghost caught in the act."
I looked dubiously at the irregular up-and-down scrawl on the paper, while he rang up the Homicide Bureau of the Central Office and left word for O"Connor to call him up the first thing in the morning.
Still eyeing with satisfaction the record traced on the sheets of paper, he lighted a cigarette in a matter-of-fact way and added: "It proves to be a very much flesh-and-blood ghost, this "John." It walked up to the wall back of that cabinet, rapped, listened to old Vandam, rapped some more, got the answer it wanted, and walked deliberately away. The cabinet, as you may have noticed, is in a corner of the room with one side along the hallway. The ghost must have been in the hall."
"But who was it?"
"Not so fast, Walter," laughed Craig. "Isn"t it enough for one night that we have found out that much?"
Fortunately I was tired, or I certainly should have dreamed of rappings and of "John" that night. I was awakened early by Kennedy talking with someone over the telephone. It was Inspector O"Connor.
Of course I heard only one side of the conversation, but as near as I could gather Kennedy was asking the inspector to obtain several samples of ink for him. I had not heard the first part of the conversation, and was considerably surprised when Kennedy hung up the receiver and said:
"Vandam had the prescription filled again early this morning, and it will soon be in the hands of O"Connor. I hope I haven"t spoiled things by acting too soon, but I don"t want to run the risk of a double tragedy."
"Well," I said, "it is incomprehensible to me. First I suspected suicide. Then I suspected murder. Now I almost suspect a murder and a suicide. The fact is, I don"t know just what I suspect. I"m like Dr.
Hanson--floored. I wonder if Vandam would voluntarily take all the capsules at once in order to be with his wife?"
"One of them alone would be quite sufficient if the "ghost" should take a notion, as I think it will, to walk in the daytime," replied Craig enigmatically. "I don"t want to run any chances, as I have said. I may be wrong in my theory of the case, Walter, so let us not discuss this phase of it until I have gone a step farther and am sure of my ground.
O"Connor"s man will get the capsules before Vandam has a chance to take the first one, anyhow. The "ghost" had a purpose in that message, for O"Connor tells me that Vandam"s lawyer visited him yesterday and in all probability a new will is being made, perhaps has already been made."
We breakfasted in silence and later rode down to the office of Dr.
Hanson, who greeted us enthusiastically.
"I"ve solved it at last," he cried, "and it"s easy."
Kennedy looked gravely over the a.n.a.lysis which Dr. Hanson shoved into his hand, and seemed very much interested in the probable quant.i.ty of morphine that must have been taken to yield such an a.n.a.lysis. The physician had a text-book open on his desk.
"Our old ideas of the infallible test of morphine poisoning are all exploded," he said, excitedly beginning to read a pa.s.sage he had marked in the book.
""I have thought that inequality of the pupils, that is to say, where they are not symmetrically contracted, is proof that a case is not one of narcotism, or morphine poisoning. But Professor Taylor has recorded a case of morphine poisoning in which the unsymmetrical contraction occurred."
"There, now, until I happened to run across that in one of the authorities I had supposed the symmetrical contraction of the pupils of the eyes to be the distinguishing symptom of morphine poisoning Professor Kennedy, in my opinion we can, after all, make out our case as one of morphine poisoning."
"Is that case in the book all you base your opinion on?" asked Craig with excessive politeness.
"Yes, sir," replied the doctor reluctantly.
"Well," said Kennedy quietly, "if you will investigate that case quoted from Professor Taylor, you will find that it has been proved that the patient had one gla.s.s eye."
"Then my contention collapses and she was not poisoned?"
"No, I do not say that. All I say is that expert testimony would refute us as far as we have gone. But if you will let me make a few tests of my own I can readily clear up that end of the case, I now feel sure. Let me take these samples to my laboratory."
I was surprised when we ran into Inspector O"Connor waiting for us in the corridor of the Criminal Courts Building as we left the office of the coroner"s physician. He rushed up to Kennedy and shoved into his hand a pill-box in which six capsules rattled. Kennedy narrowly inspected the box, opened it, and looked thoughtfully at the six white capsules lying so innocently within.
"One of these capsules would have been worth hundreds of thousands of dollars to "John,"" said Craig contemplatively, as he shut the box and deposited it carefully in his inside vest pocket. "I don"t believe I even said good morning to you, O"Connor," he continued. "I hope I haven"t kept you waiting here long. Have you obtained the samples of ink?"
"Yes, Professor. Here they are. As soon as you telephoned this morning I sent my men out separately to get them. There"s the ink from the druggist, this is from the Vandam library, this is from Farrington"s room, and this is from Mrs. Popper"s apartment."
"Thank you, Inspector. I don"t know what I"d do without your help,"
said Kennedy, eagerly taking four small vials from him. "Science is all right, but organisation enables science to work quickly. And quickness is the essence of this case."
During the afternoon Kennedy was very busy in his laboratory, where I found him that night after my hurried dinner, from which he was absent.
"What, is it after dinner-time?" he exclaimed, holding up a gla.s.s beaker and watching the reaction of something he poured into it from a test-tube.
"Craig, I believe that when you are absorbed in a case, you would rather work than eat. Did you have any lunch after I left you?"
"I don"t think so," he replied, regarding the beaker and not his answer.
"Now, Walter, old fellow, I don"t want you to be offended with me, but really I can work better if you don"t constantly remind me of such things as eating and sleeping. Say, do you want to help me--really?"
"Certainly. I am as interested in the case as you are, but I can"t make heads or tails of it," I replied.
"Then, I wish you would look up Mrs. Popper to-night and have a private seance with her. What I want you to do particularly is to get a good idea of the looks of the room in which she is accustomed to work. I"m going to duplicate it here in my laboratory as nearly as possible. Then I want you to arrange with her for a private "circle" here to-morrow night. Tell her it is with a few professors at the university who are interested in psychical research and that Mr. Vandam will be present.
I"d rather have her come willingly than to force her to come.
Incidentally watch that manager of hers, Farrington. By all means he must accompany her."
That evening I dropped casually in on Mrs. Popper. She was a woman of great brilliance and delicacy, both in her physical and mental perceptions, of exceptional vivacity and cleverness. She must have studied me more closely than I was aware of, for I believe she relied on diverting my attention whenever she desired to produce one of her really wonderful results. Needless to say, I was completely mystified by her performance. She did spirit writing that would have done credit to the immortal Slade, told me a lot of things that were true, and many more that were unverifiable or hopelessly vague. It was really worth much more than the price, and I did not need to feign the interest necessary to get her terms for a circle in the laboratory.
Of course I had to make the terms with Farrington. The first glance aroused my suspicions of him. He was shifty-eyed, and his face had a hard and mercenary look. In spite of, perhaps rather because of, my repugnance we quickly came to an agreement, and as I left the apartment I mentally resolved to keep my eye on him.
Craig came in late, having been engaged in his chemical a.n.a.lyses all the evening. From his manner I inferred that they had been satisfactory, and he seemed much gratified when I told him that I had arranged successfully for the seance and that Farrington would accompany the medium.
As we were talking over the case a messenger arrived with a note from O"Connor. It was written with his usual brevity: "Have just found from servants that Farrington and Mrs. P. have key to Vandam house. Wish I had known it before. House shadowed. No one has entered or left it to-night."
Craig looked at his watch. It was a quarter after one. "The ghost won"t walk to-night, Walter," he said as he entered his bedroom for a much-needed rest. "I guess I was right after all in getting the capsules as soon as possible. The ghost must have flitted un.o.bserved in there this morning directly after the maid brought them back from the druggist."
Again, the next morning, he had me out of bed bright and early. As we descended from the Sixth Avenue "L," he led me into a peculiar little shop in the shadow of the "L" structure. He entered as though he knew the place well; but, then, that air of a.s.surance was Kennedy"s stock in trade and sat very well on him.
Few people, I suppose, have ever had a glimpse of this workshop of magic and deception. This little shop of Marina"s was the headquarters of the magicians of the country. Levitation and ghostly disappearing hands were on every side. The shelves in the back of the shop were full of nickel, bra.s.s, wire, wood, and papier-mache contrivances, new and strange to the eye of the uninitiated. Yet it was all as systematic as a hardware shop.
"Is Signor Marina in?" asked Craig of a girl in the first room, given up to picture post-cards. The room was as deceptive as the trade, for it was only an anteroom to the storeroom I have described above. This storeroom was also a factory, and half a dozen artisans were hard at work in it.
Yes, the signor was in, the girl replied, leading us back into the workshop. He proved to be a short man with a bland, open face and frank eyes, the very ant.i.thesis of his trade.
"I have arranged for a circle with Mrs. May Popper," began Kennedy, handing the man his card. "I suppose you know her?"
"Indeed yes," he answered. "I furnished her seance room."
"Well, I want to hire for to-night just the same sort of tables, cabinets, carpets, everything that she has--only hire, you understand, but I am willing to pay you well for them. It is the best way to get a good sitting, I believe. Can you do it?"
The little man thought a moment, then replied: "Si, signor yes--very nearly, near enough. I would do anything for Mrs. Popper. She is a good customer. But her manager--"
"My friend here, Mr. Jameson, has had seances with her in her own apartment," interposed Craig. "Perhaps he can help you to recollect just what is necessary."
"I know very well, signor. I have the duplicate bill, the bill which was paid by that Farrington with a check from the banker Vandam. Leave it to me."