The Mysteries of Detective Ashton-Kirk (Complete Series). John T. McIntyre

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      He arose to his feet, a pleased light in his eye, and began walking up and down the floor.

      "It is more than likely that it will prove some trifle that Morris' fears have lifted to the plane of a tragedy. But, somehow, the parts of the case seem to fall in a promising manner. I get a sort of pleasure in anticipating a possible grapple with Mr. David Purtell Hume."

      For a full hour, Ashton-Kirk moved up and down the library, his eyes half closed, varying expressions appearing and disappearing upon his face. At length there came a smile of satisfaction and he paused in his pacing.

      "That is probably it,"said he. "At any rate it is a very favorable coincidence. However, I must have more information than the hurried reports of Burgess and Fuller to be certain. Yes, this promises to be interesting."

      With that he went to his room and to bed.

      The dull gray of a damp spring morning was peering in at his window when he awoke. By the light he knew that it was hours before his usual time. Something had aroused him; but he could not say what. He sat up in bed, and as he did so there came the long continued and smothered ringing of a bell.

      "The telephone,"said he.

      "R-r-r-r-ring-g!"it persisted. And then again: "R-r-r-r-ring-ing-ing! R-r-r-ring!"

      Ashton-Kirk heard a door open and close softly on the floor above; then slippered feet came pat-patting down the stairs. The wild rattle of the bell suddenly stopped; a muffled voice could be heard protesting dismally against the din. But suddenly the vague complaint gave way to a higher note.

      "Alarm,"said Ashton-Kirk. "Something has happened."

      He reached up and turned on the electric bulb that hung above his head; then he drew his feet up under him after the fashion of a Turk and waited, calmly.

      The padded steps swiftly approached his door; a sharp knock sounded on the panels.

      "Well?"demanded the young man.

      "There is an urgent call, sir,"came the voice of Stumph—"on the telephone. It's the lady who called yesterday—Miss Vale."

      Ashton-Kirk slipped from the bed; a step brought him to the door, which he threw open.

      "Very well, Stumph,"said he, quietly. "You may go back to bed."

      The grave-faced German went stolidly down the hall; the young man pulled on a pair of felt slippers; in the library he put the detached receiver to his ear and spoke evenly:

      "Well, Miss Vale?"

      There was a small, gasping exclamation from the wire, a sort of breath-catching flutter of sound such as a person might utter who had been running hard. Then Edyth Vale, her voice shaking and filled with fear, said:

      "Oh! Is that you! I'm glad—glad!"

      "Get a firm grip on yourself,"advised Ashton-Kirk. "If anything has happened we can no doubt remedy it."

      There came a series of moaning sobs across the wire; the girl had evidently broken down and was crying. Ashton-Kirk said nothing; he waited patiently. Finally she spoke once more.

      "What has happened can never be remedied."Then her voice sank so low that he could scarcely catch the breathless words. "There has been murder done."

      The investigator felt the blood prickle beneath his skin. However, his voice was steady as he replied; his calmly working mind shook off the fear which she so strongly suggested.

      "Who has been murdered?"he asked.

      "The man whom I told you about yesterday—the numismatist, Hume."

      "Ah!"Ashton-Kirk drew in a long breath and his eyes began to glow. There was an instant's pause, then he said: "The hour is rather unconventional; but if you will receive me, I'll have you tell me about this matter privately and at once."

      "By all means,"she answered, eagerly. "I was about to beg of you to come."

      "In a half hour,"said he, briefly. "Good-by."

      He hung up the receiver and touched one of the buttons. When Stumph came, he said:

      "Turn the cold water into my bath. Then order the car in haste."

      "Yes, sir."

      "Afterwards you can lay out a rough suit, heavy shoes and a soft hat."

      "Instantly, sir."

      Within twenty minutes Ashton-Kirk ran down the steps and sprang into the powerful looking car that awaited him; and well within the half hour he rang the bell at the marble palace built by the steel magnate during the last years of his life. A heavy-eyed man servant admitted him with astonished resentment. Miss Vale, looking very tall and very pale, met him in the hall. But for all her pallor she seemed quite collected, even smiling.

      "Oh, I'm so sorry to have brought you out so early and on such a dismal morning,"she said, lightly, leading him into a room at one side. "I'm sure it is very damp."

      She sat down and motioned him to a chair; he studied her with some surprise; the transition from wild terror to her present calm was most notable.

      "There has been a recovery of poise, evidently,"Ashton-Kirk told himself. "She is still frightened, but for some reason is anxious to hide it."

      "This morning,"said Miss Vale, with a laugh that rang perfectly, "I found that I was only a woman after all. This—this dreadful thing so startled me that for a time I did not know what to do. My first impulse was to call you, and I acted upon it. But,"with a pretty gesture of apology, "when I had recovered myself somewhat, I saw that I had disturbed you unnecessarily."

      "You don't mean that, after all, Hume is not—"

      She held up her hand for him to stop. A strong shudder seemed to run through her; she bent her head so that the light would not fall too strongly upon her face. In a moment, however, she recovered.

      "Yes, yes,"she said, her voice perfectly under control. "He is dead—shockingly murdered. What I mean is, that while the event is very dreadful—still, it does not really concern me more than any other crime of the same nature which we see staring at us from the columns of the newspapers every day. This man's being in my mind so much of late caused me to become unnerved when I heard the news."

      "When did it occur?"

      "Sometime since midnight."

      There was a silence. Miss Vale arose and began to pace the room. The long white cloak that had draped her fell away; she wore a ball dress and her arms and shoulders shone splendidly under the lights.

      "How did you hear of it?"asked Ashton-Kirk.

      There was a scarcely perceptible hesitancy; then she answered:

      "Through the newspapers. We were returning from Mrs. Barron's about three o'clock. The papers had just come out, and I felt a curiosity to see them wet from the press. When СКАЧАТЬ