The Owosso times. (Owosso, Mich.) 1897-1926, 1913-02-14
The VANISHED
MILLIONAIRE


smoking and puzzling over it. 1t was
worth all the headlines the newspa-
pers had given it; there was no loop.
hole to the mystery.
oS.n sides of the Atlantic knew
Silas J. Ford. He had established a
business reputation In America that
had made him a celebrity in England
from the day he stepped off the liner.
Once in London his syndicates and
companies and consultations had
startled the slow-moving British mind.
The commercial sky Of the United
Kingdom was overshadowed by him
and his schemes. The papers were full
OF praise and blame, of puffs and de-
nunciations. He was a millionaire:
he was on the verge of a smash that
would paralyxe the markets Of the
world. He was an abstainer, a drunk
ard, a gambler, a most religious man
He was q confirmed bachelor, a WON.
an hater; his engagement was to be
announced shortly. So was the gossip
kept rolling with the limelight always
centered upon the spot where Silas ].
Ford happened to be standing.
And now he had disappeared, van
ished, evaporated.
On the night of December 1S, a
Thursday, he had left London for Meu-
don hall, the fine old Hampshire man
sion that he had rented from Lord
Beverly. The two most trusted men
in his ONCE accompanied him. Friday
morning he had spent with them; but
at three o'clock the pair had returned
to London, leaving their chief behind.
From four to seven he had been shut
up with his secretary. 1t was q hard
time for every one, time verging up
on panic, and at such times Silas j.
Ford was not an idle man.
AT eight o'clock he had dined. His
one recreation was music, and after
the meal he had played the organ In
the picture gallery for an hour. At a
quarter past eleven he retired to his
bedroom. dismissing Jackson, his body
servant. for the night. Three-quarters
'of an hour later. however, Hartford,
his secretary, had been called to the
private telephone, for Mr.. Ford had
brought an extension wire from the
rneighboring town Of Camdon. 1t was
a London message, and SO urgent that
he decided to wake his chief. There
was no answer to his knock, and on
lcntering the room he found that Mr..
Ford was not In bed. He was sur
lprised, but in no way suspicious, and
started to search the house. He was
Joined by a footman, and, little later,
sby Jackson and the butler. Astonish-
nment changed to alarm. Other serv-
ants we're reused TO aid in the quest
Finally. party, provided with Ian
terms from the stables, commenced to
examine the grounds.
Snow had fallen early in the day,
covering the great lawns in front of
the entrance porch with soft white
blanket, about an inch in thickness. 1t
was the head-groom who struck the
trail. Apparently Mr.. Ford had
walked out of the porch, and so over
the drive and across the lawn towards
the wall that bounded the public road.
This road, which led from Meudon vii
1age to the town Of Camdon, crossed
the front of Meudon hall at distance
OF some quarter of mile.
There was no doubt as to the identi-
ty of the footprints, for Silas Ford af-
fected broad, square-toed boot, easily
recognizable from its unusual impress
sion.
They tracked him by their lanterns
to the park wall, and there all trace
of him disappeared. The wall was OF
rough stone, easily surmountable by
an active man. The snow that covered
the road outside had been churned
into muddy paste by the traffic of the
day; there were no further footprints
observable.
The party returned to the house in
great bewilderment. The telephone to
London brought no explanation, and
the following morning Mr.. Harbord
caught the first train to town to make
Inquiries. For private reasons his
friends did not desire publicity for
the affair, and 1t was not until the late
afternoon, when all their investiga-
tions had proved fruitless, that they
communicated with Scotland Yard.
When the papers went to press the
whereabouts of the great Mr.. Ford
still remained mystery.
In keen curiosity / set off up the
stairs to Inspector Peace's room. Per-
haps the little detective had later
neWs to give me-
found him standing with his back
to the fire putting at his cigarette with
a plump solemnity. A bag, neatly
strapped, lay on the rug at his feet. He
nodded welcome, watching me over
his glasses.
"I expected you, Mr.. Phillips" he
said. And how do you explain it?"
"A love affair or temporary insan-
ity," suggested vaguely.
Surely we can combine those solu.
tions," he smiled. Anything else?"
mo. I came to ask your opinion"
my mind is void of theories, Mr..
Phillips, and / shall endeavor to keep
it so for the present. II you wish to
amuse yourself by discussing posi-.
bilities, I would suggest your consid-
GRAFTON Of the reason why, II he want
ed to disappear quietly. he should
leave SO obvious a track through the
snow of his own lawn. For myself, as