A Successful Shadow: or, A Detective's Successful Quest. Old Sleuth
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СКАЧАТЬ to be evasive, could safely say:

      "I fear, madam, that is a mystery that can never be wholly solved, but I have something to show you."

      The detective always carried the photograph with him, and our readers will understand later the story of the photograph. He showed the picture to the woman, and she almost fainted, so intense was her agitation. Jack observed her agitation, and there came a look of triumph in his face. He could discern, as he believed, that after all he had made a successful "shadow."

      "Where did you get this picture?" demanded the woman, in an agitated tone.

      "You recognize it?"

      "I do."

      "You knew the original?"

      "I did."

      "She still lives?"

      "She does."

      "Where?"

      "Here."

      "What do you mean, madam?"

      "I have the mate to that picture, as I live."

      "You have the mate to the picture?"

      "I have."

      "Where?"

      "Here."

      The woman drew a locket from her bosom and handed it to our hero, who at a glance recognized that the locket portrait and the daguereotype were pictures of the same child.

      "You say you know the original of these two portraits?"

      "I do. Oh, strange, strange, I never noticed it so strikingly before, but either picture might be taken as a portrait of my dear child at the same age. How wonderful the resemblance! and here I am a scarred-face woman, hideous to gaze upon – so hideous I always go veiled. It's wonderful, it's wonderful."

      The detective saw that the woman was really talking to and communing with herself, but after a moment he asked:

      "Madam, was that picture taken for you when you were a child?"

      "It was."

      "You are certain?"

      "When you see my daughter you will have proof – sufficient proof. Tell me, sir, what does it all mean – where did you get that picture?"

      "Shall I tell you the history of that picture?"

      "If you please."

      "Madam, I will, and you must prepare to listen to a very remarkable story. A little more than forty years ago a gentleman in New York received a visitor. The gentleman was a young banker; his visitor deposited with him a large sum of money, placing the money in trust. The banker was to hold the money for twenty years and then open a letter that was given to him. The banker invested the money but lost the letter, and at the expiration of twenty years found himself the custodian of a large fortune without any knowledge as to its owner. It was at this time that he called in detectives, but they failed in solving the mystery, and twenty years elapsed, when the case was given to me. The banker furnished me no clue, and I started out to solve the mystery by methods not necessary to explain. I learned that the man who deposited the fortune was named Jake Canfield, and was killed the very day he left the money with the banker. Further discoveries led up to the fact that the man Jake Canfield left a supposed granddaughter, and just as I discovered these facts the letter was found, and it was further learned from the letter that the supposed granddaughter was really the child of a man whose life Jake Canfield had saved. This latter gentleman was named Harold Stevens, and he had a child, and in view of his own approaching death he confided his child to the care of Jacob Canfield, and – "

      At this moment the woman, Mrs. Speir, uttered a cry, and would have fallen had not the detective held and assisted her to a chair. She revived after a little and the detective resumed his strange narrative.

      CHAPTER III

ONE MYSTERY SOLVED – A SUCCESSFUL "SHADOW" INDEED – ON A NEW "LAY" – IN A GAMBLING ROOM – A NEW ACQUAINTANCE – THE DETECTIVE PERPLEXED – FALSE OR TRUE? – A RIDDLE TO BE SOLVED

      It was evident that Mrs. Speir, who was bright and quick of perception, had discerned partially what the ultimate conclusion of the narrative would be, and it was her excess of emotion that affected her, but as stated she speedily recovered and the detective immediately continued his story:

      "As I said," resumed Jack, "the gentleman, Harold Stevens, confided his child to old Mr. Canfield because he had reason to know that Jacob Canfield was an honorable man, and he also confided to this old fisherman a large fortune in trust, but for reasons that will never be known he made the singular conditions that his child Amalie should be kept in ignorance of the fortune until she was twenty-five. The old man, fearing to keep the money, transferred the trust to the banker, a Mr. Townsend, and left the letter of instructions, which was not found until after forty years; and now, madam, I come into the romance. Once more I started out to find this heir; I learned that Jacob Canfield had placed his ward in charge of friends to care for, but we could not discover who these friends were, and I was compelled to go it blind. I had found the picture which I showed you and learned a name. I spent weeks in prosecuting my search, and at length found a little grave in an out-of-the-way cemetery, and on the tombstone was engraved: 'Amalie Canfield, died December 20, 18 – , aged four years.' This age about accorded with the age of Amalie Stevens, and we were forced to conclude that Amalie Stevens was known as Amalie Canfield. I gave up the search, concluding that there was no heir unless Harold Stevens had left other heirs than his own child. I have been looking for those heirs, and had about given up all hope of ever finding them when you came to me."

      There followed a moment's silence and then the woman asked:

      "What do you conclude now?"

      "I will tell you; I believe that Jacob Canfield did have a granddaughter, and that this granddaughter was but a little younger than his ward. I believe he placed his granddaughter in the care of certain people, and that this child died, while the real heiress, Amalie Stevens, survived."

      "You believe now that Amalie Stevens survived?"

      "I do."

      "And why have you told me this strange, weird narrative?"

      "Madam, do you not guess?"

      The woman did not answer, and the detective again produced his daguereotype, and pointed to the name Amalie Stevens.

      "What does this suggest, sir?"

      "That is a portrait of Amalie Stevens, and Amalie Stevens is the heiress of Harold Stevens, and you claim to be the original of that portrait. Madam, if this can all be substantiated you are a very wealthy woman. I will tell you candidly, I believe you are the heiress; I believe your claim can be established. Remember, your baby clothing was marked A. S. We need but one more proof."

      "And what is that?"

      "You say your girlhood lineaments are preserved in your daughter?"

      "Yes, in a most remarkable manner."

      "Then all we have to do is to find your daughter, confirm your claim, and all the evidence under present conditions is gained, and you shall be recognized as the heiress, and the fortune will be surrendered to you."

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