The San Juan islander. [volume] (Friday Harbor, Wash.) 1898-1914, 1913-05-30
THE VANISHED
MILLIONAIRE

L STOOD Will LILY UdSh w VAN 49,
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.
Both sides of the Atlantic kne"
Silas ]. 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 mad
startled the slow-moving British MIND:
The commercial sky Of the Unlteo
Kingdom was overshadowed by him
and his schemes. The papers were 1uh
of praise and blame, of puffs and de-
nunciations. He was a m1lllOnare'
he was on the verge Of a smash that
would paralyze the markets OF the
world. He was an abstainer, drunk
ard. a gambler, a most religious man.
He was a confirmed bachelor, Wom-
an hater; his engagement was to be
announced shortly So was the gossip
kept rolling with the limelight always
centered upon the spot where S1las J.
Ford happened to be standing.
And now he had disappeared, van
fshed, evaporated.
On the night of December IL, q
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 office 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 smut
up with his secretary. 1t was a hard
time for every one. time verging up
on panic, and at such times Silas }.
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. Harbord,
his secretary, had been called to the
private telephone, for Mr.. Ford had
brought an extension wire from the
neighboring 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
entering the room he found that Mr..
Ford was not in bed. He was sur
prised, but in no way suspicious, and
started to search the house. He was
Joined by footman, and, little later,
by Jackson and the butler. Astonish-
ment changed to alarm. Other serv-
ants were reused to aid in the quest.
Finally, a 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 a 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
lage to the town Of Camden, 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 churne6
into muddy paste by the traffic of the
day; there were no further footprints
observable.
The party returned to the house II
great bewilderment. The telephone t.
London brought no explanation, ant
the following morning Mr. Harbort
caught the first train to town to make
Inquiries For private reasons hi.
friends did not desire publicity TO,
the affair, and 1t was not until the lat,
afternoon, when all their investiga
lions had proved fruitless, that the,
communicated with Scotland Yard
When the papers went to press tn.
whereabouts of the great Mr.. For,
still remained mystery.
In keen curiosity / set of I'D tn
stairs to Inspector Peace's room. Pc,
haps the little detective had late
news to give me.
found him standing with his bacl
to the FIRE pufhng at his cigarette wit,
plump solemnity. A bag, neatl
strapped. lay on the rug at his feet. II