We chatted for a few minutes, Kennedy deftly refusing to commit himself on anything, Mrs. Barry seeking to lead him into expressing some opinion, and endeavoring to conceal her exasperation as he avoided doing so.
At last Kennedy glanced at his watch, which reminded him of a mythical appointment, sufficient to terminate the visit.
"I"m very glad to have met you," he bowed to Mrs. Barry, as she, too, rose to go, while he preserved the fiction of merely having dropped in to see Miss Laidlaw. He turned to her. "I should be delighted to have both you and Mr. Tresham drop in at my laboratory some time, Miss Laidlaw."
Miss Laidlaw caught his eye and read in it that this was his way, under the circ.u.mstances, of asking her to keep in touch with him.
"I shall do so," she promised.
We parted from Mrs. Barry at the door of her taxicab.
"A very baffling woman," I remarked a moment later. "Do you suppose she is as intimate with Creighton as she implies?"
Kennedy shook his head. "It isn"t that that interests me most, just now," he replied. "What I can"t figure out is Adele Laidlaw"s att.i.tude toward both Creighton and Tresham. She seems to resent Mrs. Barry"s intimacy with either."
"Yes," I agreed. "Sometimes I have thought she really cared for both--at least, that she was unable to make up her mind which she cared for most.
Offhand, I should have thought that she was the sort who wouldn"t think a man worth caring much for."
Kennedy shook his head. "Given a woman, Walter," he said thoughtfully, "whose own and ancestral training has been a course of suppression, where she has been taught and drilled that exhibitions of emotion and pa.s.sion are disgraceful, as I suspect Miss Laidlaw"s parents have believed, and you have a woman whose primitive instincts have been stored and strengthened. The instincts are there, nevertheless, far back in the subconscious mind. I don"t think Adele Laidlaw knows it herself, but there is something about both those men which fascinates her and she can"t make up her mind which fascinates her most. Perhaps they have the same qualities."
"But Mrs. Barry," I interrupted. "Surely she must know."
"I think she does," he returned. "I think she knows more than we suspect."
I looked at him quickly, not quite making out the significance of the remark, but he said no more. For the present, at least, he left Adele Laidlaw quite as much an enigma as ever.
"I wish that you would make inquiries about regarding Mrs. Barry," he said finally as we reached the subway. "I"m going down again to the little room we hired and watch. You"ll find me at the laboratory later tonight."
CHAPTER XXVII
THE PERPETUAL MOTION MACHINE
I tried my best, but there was very little that I could find out about Mrs. Barry. No one seemed to know where she came from, and even "Mr.
Barry" seemed shrouded in obscurity. I was convinced, however, that she was an adventuress.
One thing, however, I did turn up. She had called on Tresham at his office a number of times, usually late in the afternoon, and he had taken her to dinner and to the theater. Apparently he knew her a great deal better than he had been willing to admit to us. I was not surprised, for, like a good many men of his cla.s.s, Tresham was better known in the white light district than one might suspect. Mrs. Barry had all the marks of being good company on such an excursion.
On the way uptown, I stopped off in the neighborhood of Longacre Square in the hope of picking up some more gossip at one or another of the clubs. Tresham was a member of several, though as near as I could find out, used them more for business than social reasons. On Broadway it was different, however. There he was known as a liberal spender and lover of night life. Like many others he now and then acc.u.mulated quite large bills. I wondered whether Mrs. Barry had not found out and taken advantage of his weakness.
It was, as I have said, comparatively little that I had been able to discover, yet when I met Kennedy again, later in the evening, at his laboratory, he listened eagerly to what I had to report.
"Did anything happen downtown?" I asked when I had finished.
"Nothing much," he returned. "Of course, listening over the geophone, I couldn"t watch the Bank Building, too. There"s something very queer about Creighton. I could hear him at work in the room upstairs until quite late, making a lot of noise. If I don"t find out anything more definite soon, I shall have to adopt some other measures."
"You didn"t do anything more about that electrolysis clew?" I queried.
"Nothing," he replied briefly, "except that I inquired of the electric light company and found out that Creighton, or someone in his building, was using a good deal of power."
"That looks bad," I ventured, remembering the claims made for the engine and the comparatively weak batteries that were said to run it.
Kennedy nodded acquiescence, but said nothing more. We walked over in silence to our apartment on the Heights and far into the night Craig sat there, shading his eyes with his hand, apparently studying out the peculiar features of the case and planning some new angle of approach at it tomorrow.
We were surprised the next day to receive an early visit from Miss Laidlaw at the laboratory. She drove up before the Chemistry Building, very much excited, as though her news would not bear repeating even over the telephone.
"What do you think?" she exclaimed, bursting in on us. "Mr. Creighton has disappeared!"
"Disappeared?" repeated Kennedy. "How did you find it out?"
"Mr. Tresham just telephoned me from his office," she hurried on. "He was going into the Bank Building when he saw a wagon drive off from the place next door. He thought it was strange and instead of going on up to his own office he walked into Creighton"s. When he tried to get in, the place was locked. There"s a sign on it, too, "For Rent," he says."
"That"s strange," considered Kennedy. "I suppose he didn"t notice what kind of wagon it was?"
"Yes, he said it looked like a junk wagon--full of stuff."
I looked from Miss Laidlaw to Kennedy. Plainly our entrance into the case had been the signal for the flitting of Creighton.
Quickly he reached for the telephone. "You know Mrs. Barry"s number?" he asked.
"Yes, it"s the Prince Edward Hotel."
He called up, but the conversation was over in a moment. "She didn"t return to the hotel last night," he announced as he hung up the receiver.
"She"s in this thing, too," exclaimed Adele Laidlaw. "Can you go down with me now and meet Mr. Tresham? I promised I would."
Though she repressed her feelings, as usual, I could see that Adele Laidlaw was furious. Was it because Creighton had gone off with her money, or was it pique because Mrs. Barry had, perhaps, won him? At any rate, someone was going to feel the fury of her scorn.
We motored down quickly in Miss Laidlaw"s car and met Tresham, who was standing in front of the Bank Building waiting for us.
"It just happened that I came down early this morning," he explained, "or I shouldn"t have noticed anything out of the way. The junk wagon was just driving away as I came up. It seemed to be in such a hurry that it attracted my attention."
It was the first time we had seen Tresham and Miss Laidlaw together and I was interested to see how they would act. There was no mistaking his att.i.tude toward her and Adele was much more cordial to him than I had expected.
"While I was waiting I got a key from the agent," he explained. "But I didn"t want to go in until you came."
Tresham opened the door and led the way upstairs, Miss Laidlaw following closely. As we entered Creighton"s shop, everything seemed to be in the greatest disorder. Prints and books were scattered about, the tools were lying about wherever they happened to have been left, all the models were smashed or missing and a heap of papers in the fireplace showed where many plans, letters and other doc.u.ments had been burned.
We hurried into the big room. Sure enough, the demon motor itself was gone! Creighton had unbolted it from the floor and some holes in the boards had been plugged up. The room below was still locked and the windows were covered with opaque paper on the inside.
"What do you suppose he has done with the motor?" asked Adele.
"The only clew is a junk dealer whom we don"t know," I replied, as Kennedy said nothing.
We looked about the place thoroughly, but could find nothing else.
Creighton seemed to have made a clean getaway in the early hours.