Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1919-08-11
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The Old DaguerreOtype
TOM and Betty Clancy, in the
l. privacy of their own suite at My
quest. were differently employed, and yet
the investiga ations of both We're tending
toward the same cons"Qnenrc-if either
had but known it.
1t was Saturday midnight; that i,
to say, the night of the day following
upon the arrival of Scnolita CcrvantW.
and Betty's absorption in her occupa
ton was due to the fact that low'
the preceding day, had entirely for
potten her telephone order about the
morocco portofolio case that had be
loneed to her grandmother. He had
not been neglectful second time CATER
Betty had expressed her opinion of his
indifference to her wishesD, you may be
sure; and so she was studiously eX
amining the daguerreotype likenesSes OF
collection of individuals who had llVeu
generations before she was born.
Tom, OF the other hand, had taken
n sealed envelope from the coat he had
worn into the city that day and was
poring over couple of typewriter
pages that it had contained.
Roth had preferred to wait until they
had gone to their rooms for the nlsI'
To nerform their separate tasks, Tor
although not a word had passed be-
tween them IN regard to their designs
each wished to discuss with the otner
tbe facts or the suggestions - WHICH
might accrue. ..
We already know what Betty
searched for. As for Tom-well, we
need only recall to mind conversation
between him and Bing when they were
on their way to town the preceding
Tuesday, and when the latter h"u
sought Toms opinion of BeIknap' ana
Tom had so frankly expressed it.
Neither of them had said much on
the subject at the time, but both hau
continued to "thnk' about it after
ward-and Tom had done some act
ing" as well as thinking.
He had no sooner attended to ms
mali and finished his regular morning
dictation, that day, than he swung 'he
bracketed telephone beside his desk lhlo
use, and called up the Rodney Rushton
Detective Bureau. His instructions to
ex-Lieutenant Rushton. formerly of the
police Headquarters detective staff. were
characteristic, and are worth repeat
ing.
Hello, Rushton, he said. This
is Clancy. Sure. I'm always we'll.
Say! take your pencil and jot down
few of the items that I'm going to men :
ton, and that you will want to remem :
Der. All ready? There's a guy down al
Myquest-Mr. Harvards place on Long
Island, yon know-by the name of Con
rad Belknap. Got that? l don't sup
pose it's his right name, but it's the
only one I know. He had a letter Ol
Introduction to the Harry ArChers, ant
they took him to MypuCSt. ! don't like
him, Rushton. No there is no partic
ular reason why don't; l just do not
He plays cards just as if he knew how
and he's got a grin on him exactly like
the cats after it swallowed the canary
Get me? want his dossier. | wan
YOU to find out whcr" he came from
what brought him to New York, wha
he is here for, who his acquaintance
and friends are, what he eats and whcrr
he sleeps when h" isn't lepching ol
somebody. and-you get me, don't you
All right, RuShton. Have some sort o.
report ready for NC 10y noon, Saturday
No; send it to my Office I'll take il
down to MyQuCst with me, and look i
over. and Monday morning | will tele
phone for you to come down here tt
see me.
1t was the report that he had received
from Rodney RuShton that Tom wa
reading while Betty was searching
among the daguerrNotypes.
Betty completed her investigation
first.
She started eagerly. and her lip
parted to speak to Tom, when, per
ceiying that he was closely occupied
she waited; then, after another inter
val, he broke the silence between then
rather queerly, TOO. she thought.
Look here, Betty" he said, ''wha
is your opinion of that chap Belknap
You're rather clever about such things
and I'd like to hear it,"
"Mr. Belknap? Oh, he's good look
ing, rather distinguished in appearance
and"
''That isn't your opinion; it's tn
verdict of the bunch. / want yours
fat footed"
81 think he's horrid--if you mus
know"
"Oh, do youI" Tom laughed. ~
have bet a thousand on your answer
Now, tell me why!"
''Oh, / don't know. | couldn't pr
my finger on a thing that he's don,
or failed TO do, for that matter. He
<-jnst horrid--kinda snaky. alway
have the feeling when ! am near to hi
that Ae ought 70 sEell DaS; cnly !