KEEN & CO.
TRACERS OF LOST PERSONS
Keen & Co. are prepared to locate the whereabouts of anybody on earth. No charges will be made unless the person searched for is found.
_Blanks on Application._
WESTREL KEEN, Manager.
Harren raised his clear, gray eyes. "I a.s.sume this statement to be correct, Mr. Keen?"
"You may safely a.s.sume so," said Mr. Keen, smiling.
"Does this statement include _all_ that you are prepared to undertake?"
The Tracer of Lost Persons inspected him coolly. "What more is there, Captain Harren? I undertake to find lost people. I even undertake to find the undiscovered ideals of young people who have failed to meet them. What further field would you suggest?" Harren glanced at the card which he held in his gloved hand; then, very slowly, he re-read, "the whereabouts of anybody _on earth_," accenting the last two words deliberately as he encountered Keen"s piercing gaze again.
"Well?" asked Mr. Keen laughingly, "is not that sufficient? Our clients could scarcely expect us to invade heaven in our search for the vanished."
"There are other regions," said Harren.
"_Ex_actly. Sit down, sir. There is a row of bookcases for your amus.e.m.e.nt. Please help yourself while I clear decks for action."
Harren stood fingering the card, his gray eyes lost in retrospection; then he sauntered over to the bookcases, scanning the t.i.tles. The Searcher for Lost Persons studied him for a moment or two, turned, and began to pace the room. After a moment or two he touched a bell. A sweet-faced young girl entered; she was gowned in black and wore a white collar, and cuffs turned back over her hands.
"Take this memorandum," he said. The girl picked up a pencil and pad, and Mr. Keen, still pacing the room, dictated in a quiet voice as he walked to and fro:
"Mrs. Regan"s Danny is doing six months in b.u.t.te, Montana. Break it to her as mercifully as possible. He is a bad one. We make no charge. The truck driver, Becker, can find his wife at her mother"s house, Leonia, New Jersey. Tell him to be less pig-headed or she"ll go for good some day. Ten dollars. Mrs. M., No. 36001, can find her missing butler in service at 79 Vine Street, Hartford, Connecticut. She may notify the police whenever she wishes. His portrait is No. 170529, Rogues" Gallery.
Five hundred dollars. Miss K. (No. 3679) may send her letter, care of Cisneros & Co., Rio, where the person she is seeking has gone into the coffee business. If she decides that she really does love him, he"ll come back fast enough. Two hundred and fifty dollars. Mr. W. (No. 3620) must go to the morgue for further information. His repentance is too late; but he can see that there is a decent burial. The charge: one thousand dollars to the Florence Mission. You may add that we possess his full record."
The Tracer paused and waited for the stenographer to finish. When she looked up: "Who else is waiting?" he asked.
The girl read over the initials and numbers.
"Tell that policeman that Kid Conroy sails on the _Carania_ to-morrow.
Fifty dollars. There is nothing definite in the other cases. Report progress and send out a general alarm for the cashier inquired for by No. 3608. You will find details in vol. x.x.xix under B."
"Is that all, Mr. Keen?"
"Yes. I"m going to be very busy with"--turning slowly toward Harren--"with Captain Harren, of the Philippine Scouts, until to-morrow--a very complicated case, Miss Borrow, involving cipher codes and photography--"
CHAPTER VIII
Harren started, then walked slowly to the center of the room as the pretty stenographer pa.s.sed out with a curious level glance at him.
"Why do you say that photography plays a part in my case?" he asked.
"Doesn"t it?"
"Yes. But how--"
"Oh, I only guessed it," said Keen with a smile. "I made another guess that your case involved a cipher code. Does it?"
"Y-es," said the young man, astonished, "but I don"t see--"
"It also involves the occult," observed Keen calmly. "We may need Miss Borrow to help us."
Almost staggered, Harren stared at the Tracer out of his astonished gray eyes until that gentleman laughed outright and seated himself, motioning Harren to do likewise.
"Don"t be surprised, Captain Harren," he said. "I suppose you have no conception of our business, no realization of its scope--its network of information bureaus all over the civilized world, its myriad sources of information, the immensity of its delicate machinery, the endless data and the infinitesimal details we have at our command. You, of course, have no idea of the number of people of every sort and condition who are in our employ, of the ceaseless yet inoffensive surveillance we maintain. For example, when your letter came last week I called up the person who has charge of the army list. There you were, Kenneth Harren, Captain Philippine Scouts, with the date of your graduation from West Point. Then I called up a certain department devoted to personal detail, and in five minutes I knew your entire history. I then touched another electric b.u.t.ton, and in a minute I had before me the date of your arrival in New York, your present address, and"--he looked up quizzically at Harren--"and several items of general information, such as your peculiar use of your camera, and the list of books on Psychical Phenomena and Cryptograms which you have been buying--"
Harren flushed up. "Do you mean to say that I have been spied upon, Mr.
Keen?"
"No more than anybody else who comes to us as a client. There was nothing offensive in the surveillance." He shrugged his shoulders and made a deprecating gesture. "Ours is a business, my dear sir, like any other. We, of course, are obliged to know about people who call on us.
Last week you wrote me, and I immediately set every wheel in motion; in other words, I had you under observation from the day I received your letter to this very moment."
"You learned much concerning me?" asked Harren quietly.
"_Ex_actly, my dear sir."
"But," continued Harren with a touch of malice, "you didn"t learn that my leave is up to-morrow, did you?"
"Yes, I learned that, too."
"Then why did you give me an appointment for the day after to-morrow?"
demanded the young man bluntly.
The Tracer looked him squarely in the eye. "Your leave is to be extended," he said.
"What?"
"_Ex_actly. It has been extended one week."
"How do you know that?"
"You applied for extension, did you not?"
"Yes," said Harren, turning red, "but I don"t see how you knew that I--"
"By cable?"
"Y-yes."
"There"s a cablegram in your rooms at this very moment," said the Tracer carelessly. "You have the extension you desired. And now, Captain Harren," with a singularly pleasant smile, "what can I do to help you to a pursuit of that true happiness which is guaranteed for all good citizens under our Const.i.tution?"