The Wahpeton times. [volume] (Wahpeton, Richland County, Dakota [N.D.]) 1879-1919, 1915-11-04
That Last
Chapter
How = Detective Story
Was Finished.
BY F. A. Mitchell

AIS yOU 00Es 0dChluuOuS
Eyes. What is it?'
I'm Hayden, composing room. The
last chapter Of that detective story is
missing"
"MissingT'
EYES,"
Great Scott! What are we to do?
Connolly read it, and l sent up the
manuscript just as received it from
him. You say it is detective story 2"
Yes. That's what the title indi-
Gates"
Here was a beautiful situation. A
detective story with the last chapter
missing! Connolly was the only per-
son connected with the Office who had
read it, and he had gone away. I Or
dered a search made for the missing
chapter without success. Nothing re-
NAMED but the author. I called to
the telephone operator, "Give me No.
207S Penfield."
1t seemed an hour, though it was
but forty seconds, before heard a
click, and q woman's voice answered:
"Wen?"
"1s this Miss Quigley?"
This is Miss Quigley's home, but
she's not here. She sailed this morn
ing for Japan"
The groan gave was doubtless audi
bic to the woman on the other end Of
the wire, for she asked II anything
was the matter. In reply I asked her
IL Miss Quigley had left any manu-
scripts or parts Of manuscripts with
her. The reply was that before leav-
ing the authoress had burned every
scrap Of paper she had except de-
tective story in the hands Of her pub
fishers. groaned again and hung up
the receiver without even thanking
the person for her information.
There was nothing for it but to read
the story and write the last chapter
myself Just think-make an ending
to detective story, q detective story
written by a woman famed for weav-
ing plots that no human being but her.
self could unravel! / must first wade
through a labyrinth Of incidents in
tended to throw the reader of the
track. my head at the same time being
full of other matters. Connolly attend
ed to such work and knew little or
nothing about it. He had gone into
hiding to escape legal summons and
no one but himself knew where. With
the authoress in the middle of the big
gest ocean on earth, there was no res
pite for me. l took up the telephone
receiver again.
"Send me the manuscript Of that de-
tective story at once. There's been
some COMPOUNDED carelessness some
where. and whoever is to blame will
get his head taken off,
The latter part of this message was
superfluous. 1t was merely blowing
off of the mad that was in me. The
manuscript came down, and. placing it
on the desk at one side, the rest being
covered with an infinite variety Of
matter. principally galley proofs, page
proofs and everything else that can
come from printers to distress an ed
itor, turned to the first chapter and
began to skim, for had altogether too
much to occupy me to give the matter
undivided attention. While reading
the first chapter gave orders concern
ing the making of pictures, the buying
of supplies. the turning down of sub
mitted manuscripts. apologized for
having offended suffragists. anti-suf-
fragtsts, prohibitiOnists and winebib.
berS. hla-4- " t.. - .
l have given this information re-
specting the Interruptions attending
my reading of the first chapter simply
for sample of the rest. When fin
ished all Of the story I possessed I
knew no more about the plan on which
It was written than of the last chapter
But l had formed some idea Of what
might possibly be thrown in to worry
the reader-it certainly worried me-
and l went over it all again, this time
to get comprehensive view, and the
result was more satisfactory. But as
to who stole the watermeion-it was
either watermelon or sapphire as
big as watermelon-I had not the
faintest conception. However, since
there must be conclusion I selected
from number of intended misleaders
one that thought would be the easiest
to make fit the conditions. This done,
locked my desk and went home to
dinner.
At 8 o'clock sat down to write the
last chapter of The Gem of Good
Hope" My work consisted in fitting
my denouement to the rest Of the sto-
ry. or, rather. in fitting the rest Of the
story to my denouement. Whoever
has tried to work out one Of those puz.
zles in which there is always one
piece which cannot be made to fit in
Its proper place will understand the
nerve racking task in which / was en-.
gagged. Just as had come to believe
that l was meeting with some success
] smelled smoke and heard commo-
ton below.
Running downstairs. found an In.
c1pient fire in the kitchen back of the
range and set about putting 1t out.
Some one had turned in an alarm, and
In few minutes the changing 6re en-.
gines were pulling up before the door.