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FOR PUBLIC DOMAIN ETEXTS*Ver.04.29.93*END* + + + + + +This Etext prepared by an anonymous Project Gutenberg volunteer. + + + + + +The Case of The Pocket Diary Found in the Snow + +by Grace Isabel Colbron and Augusta Groner + + + + +INTRODUCTION TO JOE MULLER + +Joseph Muller, Secret Service detective of the Imperial Austrian +police, is one of the great experts in his profession. In +personality he differs greatly from other famous detectives. He +has neither the impressive authority of Sherlock Holmes, nor the +keen brilliancy of Monsieur Lecoq. Muller is a small, slight, +plain-looking man, of indefinite age, and of much humbleness of +mien. A naturally retiring, modest disposition, and two external +causes are the reasons for Muller's humbleness of manner, which +is his chief characteristic. One cause is the fact that in early +youth a miscarriage of justice gave him several years in prison, +an experience which cast a stigma on his name and which made it +impossible for him, for many years after, to obtain honest +employment. But the world is richer, and safer, by Muller's +early misfortune. For it was this experience which threw him +back on his own peculiar talents for a livelihood, and drove him +into the police force. Had he been able to enter any other +profession, his genius might have been stunted to a mere pastime, +instead of being, as now, utilised for the public good. + +Then, the red tape and bureaucratic etiquette which attaches to +every governmental department, puts the secret service men of the +Imperial police on a par with the lower ranks of the subordinates. +Muller's official rank is scarcely much higher than that of a +policeman, although kings and councillors consult him and the +Police Department realises to the full what a treasure it has in +him. But official red tape, and his early misfortune ... prevent +the giving of any higher official standing to even such a genius. +Born and bred to such conditions, Muller understands them, and +his natural modesty of disposition asks for no outward honours, +asks for nothing but an income sufficient for his simple needs, +and for aid and opportunity to occupy himself in the way he most +enjoys. + +Joseph Muller's character is a strange mixture. The +kindest-hearted man in the world, he is a human bloodhound when +once the lure of the trail has caught him. He scarcely eats or +sleeps when the chase is on, he does not seem to know human +weakness nor fatigue, in spite of his frail body. Once put on +a case his mind delves and delves until it finds a clue, then +something awakes within him, a spirit akin to that which holds +the bloodhound nose to trail, and he will accomplish the apparently +impossible, he will track down his victim when the entire machinery +of a great police department seems helpless to discover anything. +The high chiefs and commissioners grant a condescending permission +when Muller asks, "May I do this? ... or may I handle this case +this way?" both parties knowing all the while that it is a farce, +and that the department waits helpless until this humble little +man saves its honour by solving some problem before which its +intricate machinery has stood dazed and puzzled. + +This call of the trail is something that is stronger than anything +else in Muller's mentality, and now and then it brings him into +conflict with the department, ... or with his own better nature. +Sometimes his unerring instinct discovers secrets in high places, +secrets which the Police Department is bidden to hush up and leave +untouched. Muller is then taken off the case, and left idle for +a while if he persists in his opinion as to the true facts. And +at other times, Muller's own warm heart gets him into trouble. He +will track down his victim, driven by the power in his soul which +is stronger than all volition; but when he has this victim in the +net, he will sometimes discover him to be a much finer, better man +than the other individual, whose wrong at this particular criminal's +hand set in motion the machinery of justice. Several times that +has happened to Muller, and each time his heart got the better of +his professional instincts, of his practical common-sense, too, +perhaps, ... at least as far as his own advancement was concerned, +and he warned the victim, defeating his own work. This peculiarity +of Muller's character caused his undoing at last, his official +undoing that is, and compelled his retirement from the force. But +his advice is often sought unofficially by the Department, and to +those who know, Muller's hand can be seen in the unravelling of +many a famous case. + +The following stories are but a few of the many interesting cases +that have come within the experience of this great detective. +But they give a fair portrayal of Muller's peculiar method of +working, his looking on himself as merely an humble member of the +Department, and the comedy of his acting under "official orders" +when the Department is in reality following out his directions. + + + + +THE CASE OF THE POCKET DIARY FOUND IN THE SNOW + +by Grace Isabel Colbron and Augusta Groner + + + +CHAPTER I + +THE DISCOVERY IN THE SNOW + + +A quiet winter evening had sunk down upon the great city. The +clock in the old clumsy church steeple of the factory district had +not yet struck eight, when the side door of one of the large +buildings opened and a man came out into the silent street. + +It was Ludwig Amster, one of the working-men in the factory, +starting on his homeward way. It was not a pleasant road, this +street along the edge of the city. The town showed itself from +its most disagreeable side here, with malodorous factories, +rickety tenements, untidy open stretches and dumping grounds +offensive both to eye and nostril. + +Even by day the street that Amster took was empty; by night it +was absolutely quiet and dark, as dark as were the thoughts of the +solitary man. He walked along, brooding over his troubles. +Scarcely an hour before he had been discharged from the factory +because of his refusal to submit to the injustice of his foreman. + +The yellow light of the few lanterns show nothing but high board +walls and snow drifts, stone heaps, and now and then the remains +of a neglected garden. Here and there a stunted tree or a wild +shrub bent their twigs under the white burden which the winter had +laid upon them. Ludwig Amster, who had walked this street for +several years, knew his path so well that he could take it +blindfolded. The darkness did not worry him, but he walked somewhat +more slowly than usual, for he knew that under the thin covering of +fresh-fallen snow there lay the ice of the night before. He walked +carefully, watching for the slippery places. + +He had been walking about half an hour, perhaps, when he came to a +cross street. Here he noticed the tracks of a wagon, the trace +still quite fresh, as the slowly falling flakes did not yet cover it. +The tracks led out towards the north, out on to the hilly, open +fields. + +Amster was somewhat astonished. It was very seldom that a carriage +came into this neighbourhood, and yet these narrow wheel-tracks +could have been made only by an equipage of that character. The +heavy trucks which passed these roads occasionally had much wider +wheels. But Amster was to find still more to astonish him. + +In one corner near the cross-roads stood a solitary lamp-post. The +light of the lamp fell sharply on the snow, on the wagon tracks, +and - on something else besides. + +Amster halted, bent down to look at it, and shook his head as if in +doubt. + +A number of small pieces of glass gleamed up at him and between +them, like tiny roses, red drops of blood shone on the white snow. +All this was a few steps to one side of the wagon tracks. + +"What can have happened here - here in this weird spot, where a cry +for help would never be heard? where there would be no one to bring +help?" + +So Amster asked himself, but his discovery gave him no answer. His +curiosity was aroused, however, and he wished to know more. He +followed up the tracks and saw that the drops of blood led further +on, although there was no more glass. The drops could still be seen +for a yard further, reaching out almost to the board fence that +edged the sidewalk. Through the broken planks of this fence the +rough bare twigs of a thorn bush stretched their brown fingers. On +the upper side of the few scattered leaves there was snow, and blood. + +Amster's wide serious eyes soon found something else. Beside the +bush there lay a tiny package. He lifted it up. It was a small, +light, square package, wrapped in ordinary brown paper. Where the +paper came together it was fastened by two little lumps of black +bread, which were still moist. He turned the package over and +shook his head again. On the other side was written, in pencil, +the lettering uncertain, as if scribbled in great haste and in +agitation, the sentence, "Please take this to the nearest police +station." + +The words were like a cry for help, frozen on to the ugly paper. +Amster shivered; he had a feeling that this was a matter of life +and death. + +The wagon tracks in the lonely street, the broken pieces of glass +and the drops of blood, showing that some occupant of the vehicle +had broken the window, in the hope of escape, perhaps, or to throw +out the package which should bring assistance - all these facts +grouped themselves together in the brain of the intelligent +working-man to form some terrible tragedy where his assistance, if +given at once, might be of great use. He had a warm heart besides, +a heart that reached out to this unknown who was in distress, and +who threw out the call for help which had fallen into his hands. + +He waited no longer to ponder over the matter, but started off at +a full run for the nearest police station. He rushed into the room +and told his story breathlessly. + +They took him into the next room, the office of the commissioner +for the day. The official in charge, who had been engaged in +earnest conversation with a small, frail-looking, middle-aged man, +turned to Amster with a question as to what brought him there. + +"I found this package in the snow." + +"Let me see it." + +Amster laid it on the table. The older man looked at it, and as +the commissioner was about to open it, he handed him a paper-knife +with the words: "You had better cut it open, sir." + +"Why?" + +"It is best not to injure the seals that fasten a package." + +"Just as you say, Muller," answered the young commissioner, smiling. +He was still very young to hold such an office, but then he was the +son of a Cabinet Minister, and family connections had obtained this +responsible position for him so soon. Kurt von Mayringen was his +name, and he was a very good-looking young man, apparently a very +good-natured young man also, for he took this advice from a +subordinate with a most charming smile. He knew, however, that this +quiet, pale-faced little man in the shabby clothes was greater than +he, and that it was mere accident of birth that put him, Kurt von +Mayringen, instead of Joseph Muller, in the position of superior. + +The young commissioner had had most careful advice from headquarters +as to Muller, and he treated the secret service detective, who was +one of the most expert and best known men in the profession, with +the greatest deference, for he knew that anything Muller might say +could be only of value to him with his very slight knowledge of his +business. He took the knife, therefore, and carefully cut open the +paper, taking out a tiny little notebook, on the outer side of which +a handsome monogram gleamed up at him in golden letters. + +"A woman made this package," said Muller, who had been looking at +the covering very carefully; "a blond woman." + +The other two looked at him in astonishment. He showed them a +single blond hair which had been in one of the bread seals. + +"How I was murdered." Those were the words that Commissioner von +Mayringen read aloud after he had hastily turned the first few +pages of the notebook, and had come to a place where the writing +was heavily underscored. + +The commissioner and Amster were much astonished at these words, but +the detective still gazed quietly at the seals of the wrapping. + +"This heading reads like insanity, said the commissioner. Muller +shrugged his shoulders, then turned to Amster. "Where did you find +the package?" + +In Garden street." + +"When?" + +"About twenty minutes ago." + +Amster gave a short and lucid account of his discovery. His +intelligent face and well-chosen words showed that he had observation +and the power to describe correctly what he had observed. His honest +eyes inspired confidence. + +"Where could they have been taking the woman?" asked the detective, +more of himself than of the others. + +The commissioner searched hastily through the notebook for a +signature, but without success. "Why do you think it is a woman? +This writing looks more like a man's hand to me. The letters are +so heavy and - " + +"That is only because they are written with broad pen," interrupted +Muller, showing him the writing on the package; "here is the same +hand, but it is written with a fine hard pencil, and you can see +distinctly that this is a woman's handwriting. And besides, the +skin on a man's thumb does not show the fine markings that you can +see here on these bits of bread that have been used for seals." + +The commissioner rose from his seat. "You may be right, Muller. +We will take for granted, then, that there is a woman in trouble. +It remains to be seen whether she is insane or not." + +"Yes, that remains to be seen," said Muller dryly, as he reached +for his overcoat. + +"You are going before you read what is in the notebook?" asked +Commissioner von Mayringen. + +Muller nodded. "I want to see the wagon tracks before they are +lost; it may help me to discover something else. You can read the +book and make any arrangements you find necessary after that." + +Muller was already wrapped in his overcoat. "Is it snowing now?" +He turned to Arnster. + +"Some flakes were falling as I came here." + +"All right. Come with me and show me the way." Muller nodded +carelessly to his superior officer, his mind evidently already +engrossed in thoughts of the interesting case, and hurried out +with Amster. The commissioner was quite satisfied with the state +of affairs. He knew the case was in safe hands. He seated +himself at his desk again and began to read the little book which +had come into his hands so strangely. His eyes ran more and more +rapidly over the closely written pages, as his interest grew and +grew. + +When, half an hour later, he had finished the reading, he paced +restlessly up and down the room, trying to bring order into the +thoughts that rushed through his brain. And one thought came +again and again, and would not be denied in spite of many +improbabilities, and many strange things with which the book was +full; in spite, also, of the varying, uncertain handwriting and +style of the message. This one thought was, "This woman is not +insane." + +While the young official was pondering over the problem, Muller +entered as quietly as ever, bowed, put his hat and cane in their +places, and shook the snow off his clothing. He was evidently +pleased about something. Kurt von Mayringen did not notice his +entrance. He was again at the desk with the open book before him, +staring at the mysterious words, "How I was murdered." + +"It is a woman, a lady of position. And if she is mad, then her +madness certainly has method." Muller said these words in his +usual quiet way, almost indifferently. The young commissioner +started up and snatched for the fine white handkerchief which the +detective handed him. A strong sweet perfume filled the room. +"It is hers?" he murmured. + +"It is hers," said Muller. "At least we can take that much for +granted, for the handkerchief bears the same monogram, A. L., which +is on the notebook." + +Commissioner von Mayringen rose from his chair in evident excitement. +"Well?" he asked. + +It was a short question, but full of meaning, and one could see that +he was waiting in great excitement for the answer. Muller reported +what he had discovered. The commissioner thought it little enough, +and shrugged his shoulders impatiently when the other had finished. + +Muller noticed his chief's dissatisfaction and smiled at it. He +himself was quite content with what he bad found. + +"Is that all?" murmured the commissioner, as if disappointed. + +"That is all," repeated the detective calmly, and added, "That is +a good deal. We have here a closely written notebook, the contents +of which, judging by your excitement, are evidently important. We +have also a handkerchief with an unusual perfume on it. I repeat +that this is quite considerable. Besides this, we have the seals, +and we know several other things. I believe that we can save this +lady, of if it be too late, we can avenge her at least." + +The commissioner looked at Muller in surprise. "We are in a city +of more than a million inhabitants," he said, almost timidly. + +"I have hunted criminals in two hemispheres, and I have found them," +said Muller simply. The young commissioner smiled and held out his +hand. "Ah, yes, Muller - I keep forgetting the great things you +have done. You are so quiet about it." + +"What I have done is only what any one could do who has that +particular faculty. I do only what is in human power to do, and +the cleverest criminal can do no more. Besides which, we all know +that every criminal commits some stupidity, and leaves some trace +behind him. If it is really a crime which we have found the trace +of here, we will soon discover it." Muller's editorial "we" was a +matter of formality. He might with more truth have used the +singular pronoun. + +"Very well, then, do what you can," said the commissioner with a +friendly smile. + +The older man nodded, took the book and its wrappings from the +desk, and went into a small adjoining room. + +The commissioner sent for an attendant and gave him the order to +fetch a pot of tea from a neighbouring saloon. When the tray +arrived, he placed several good cigars upon it, and sent it in to +Muller. Taking a cigar himself, the commissioner leaned back in +his sofa corner to think over this first interesting case of his +short professional experience. That it concerned a lady in distress +made it all the more romantic. + +In his little room the detective, put in good humour by the +thoughtful attention of his chief, sat down to read the book +carefully. While he studied its contents his mind went back over +his search in the silent street outside. + +He and Amster had hurried out into the raw chill of the night, +reaching the spot of the first discovery in about ten or fifteen +minutes. Muller found nothing new there. But he was able to +discover in which direction the carriage had been going. The hoof +marks of the single horse which had drawn it were still plainly to +be seen in the snow. + +"Will you follow these tracks in the direction from which they have +come?" he asked of Amster. "Then meet me at the station and report +what you have seen." + +"Very well, sir," answered the workman. The two men parted with a +hand shake. + +Before Muller started on to follow up the tracks in the other +direction, he took up one of the larger pieces' of glass. "Cheap +glass," he said, looking at it carefully. "It was only a hired cab, +therefore, and a one-horse cab at that." + +He walked on slowly, following the marks of the wheels. His eyes +searched the road from side to side, looking for any other signs +that might have been left by the hand which had thrown the package +out of the window. The snow, which had been falling softly thus far, +began to come down in heavier flakes, and Muller quickened his pace. +The tracks would soon be covered, but they could still be plainly +seen. They led out into the open country, but when the first little +hill had been climbed a drift heaped itself up, cutting off the +trail completely. + +Muller stood on the top of this knoll at a spot where the street +divided. Towards the right it led down into a factory suburb; +towards the left the road led on to a residence colony, and straight +ahead the way was open, between fields, pastures and farms, over +moors, to another town of considerable size lying beside a river. +Muller knew all this, but his knowledge of the locality was of +little avail, for all traces of the carriage wheels were lost. + +He followed each one of the streets for a little distance, but to +no purpose. The wind blew the snow up in such heaps that it was +quite impossible to follow any trail under such conditions. + +With an expression of impatience Muller gave up his search and +turned to go back again. He was hoping that Amster might have +had better luck. It was not possible to find the goal towards +which the wagon had taken its prisoner - if prisoner she was - as +soon as they had hoped. Perhaps the search must be made in the +direction from which she had been brought. + +Muller turned back towards the city again. He walked more quickly +now, but his eyes took in everything to the right and to the left +of his path. Near the place where the street divided a bush waved +its bare twigs in the wind. The snow which had settled upon it +early in the day had been blown away by the freshening wind, and +just as Muller neared the bush he saw something white fluttering +from one twig. It was a handkerchief, which had probably hung +heavy and lifeless when he had passed that way before. Now when +the wind held it out straight, he saw it at once. He loosened it +carefully from the thorny twigs. A delicate and rather unusual +perfume wafted up to his face. There was more of the odour on the +little cloth than is commonly used by people of good taste. And +yet this handkerchief was far too fine and delicate in texture to +belong to the sort of people who habitually passed along this +street. It must have something to do with the mysterious carriage. +It was still quite dry, and in spite of the fact that the wind had +been playing with it, it had been but slightly torn. It could +therefore have been in that position for a short time only. At +the nearest lantern Muller saw that the monogram on the handkerchief +was the same in style and initials as that on the notebook. It was +the letters A. L. + + + + +CHAPTER II + +THE STORY OF THE NOTEBOOK + + +It was warm and comfortable in the little room where Muller sat. +He closed the windows, lit the gas, took off his overcoat - Muller +was a pedantically careful person - smoothed his hair and sat down +comfortably at the table. Just as he took up the little book, the +attendant brought the tea, which he proceeded at once to enjoy. He +did not take up his little book again until he had lit himself a +cigar. He looked at the cover of the dainty little notebook for +many minutes before he opened it. It was a couple of inches long, +of the usual form, and had a cover of brown leather. In the left +upper corner were the letters A. L. in gold. The leaves of the +book, about fifty in all, were of a fine quality of paper and +covered with close writing. On the first leaves the writing was +fine and delicate, calm and orderly, but later on it was irregular +and uncertain, as if penned by a trembling hand under stress of +terror. This change came in the leaves of the book which followed +the strange and terrible title, "How I was murdered." + +Before Muller began to read he felt the covers of the book carefully. +In one of them there was a tiny pocket, in which he found a little +piece of wall paper of a noticeable and distinctly ugly pattern. +The paper had a dark blue ground with clumsy lines of gold on it. +In the pocket he found also a tramway ticket, which had been crushed +and then carefully smoothed out again. After looking at these +papers, Muller replaced them in the cover of the notebook. The book +itself was strongly perfumed with the same odour which had exhaled +from the handkerchief. + +The detective did not begin his reading in that part of the book +which followed the mysterious title, as the commissioner had done. +He began instead at the very first words. + +"Ah! she is still young," he murmured, when he had read the first +lines. "Young, in easy circumstances, happy and contented." + +These first pages told of pleasure trips, of visits from and to good +friends, of many little events of every-day life. Then came some +accounts, written in pencil, of shopping expeditions to the city. +Costly laces and jewels had been bought, and linen garments for +children by the dozen. "She is rich, generous, and charitable," +thought the detective, for the book showed that the considerable +sums which had been spent here had not been for the writer herself. +The laces bore the mark, "For our church"; behind the account for +the linen stood the words, "For the charity school." + +Muller began to feel a strong sympathy for the writer of these +notices. She showed an orderly, almost pedantic, character, +mingled with generosity of heart. He turned leaf after leaf until +he finally came to the words, written in intentionally heavy letters, +"How I was murdered." + +Muller's head sank down lower over these mysterious words, and his +eyes flew through the writing that followed. It was quite a +different writing here. The hand that penned these words must have +trembled in deadly terror. Was it terror of coming death, foreseen +and not to be escaped? or was it the trembling and the terror of an +overthrown brain? It was undoubtedly, in spite of the difference, +the same hand that had penned the first pages of the book. A few +characteristic turns of the writing were plainly to be seen in both +parts of the story. But the ink was quite different also. The +first pages had been written with a delicate violet ink, the later +leaves were penned with a black ink of uneven quality, of the kind +used by poor people who write very seldom. The words of this later +portion of the book were blurred in many places, as if the writer +had not been able to dry them properly before she turned the leaves. +She therefore had had neither blotting paper nor sand at her disposal. + +And then the weird title! + +Was it written at the dictation of insanity? or did A. L. know, +while she wrote it, that it was too late for any help to reach her? +Did she see her doom approaching so clearly that she knew there was +no escape? + +Muller breathed a deep breath before he continued his reading. +Later on his breath came more quickly still, and he clinched his +fist several times, as if deeply moved. He was not a cold man, +only thoroughly self-controlled. In his breast there lived an +unquenchable hatred of all evil. It was this that awakened the +talents which made him the celebrated detective he had become. + +"I fear that it will be impossible for any one to save me now, but +perhaps I may be avenged. Therefore I will write down here all +that has happened to me since I set out on my journey." These were +the first words that were written under the mysterious title. Muller +had just read them when the commissioner entered. + +"Will you speak to Amster; he has just returned?" he asked. + +Muller rose at once. "Certainly. Did you telegraph to all the +railway stations?" + +"Yes," answered the commissioner, "and also to the other police +stations." + +"And to the hospitals? - asylums?" + +"No, I did not do that." Commissioner von Mayringen blushed, a +blush that was as becoming to him as was his frank acknowledgment +of his mistake. He went out to remedy it at once, while Muller +heard Amster's short and not particularly important report. The +workingman was evidently shivering, and the detective handed him a +glass of tea with a good portion of rum in it. + +"Here, drink this; you are cold. Are you ill?" Amster smiled sadly. +"No, I am not ill, but I was discharged to-day and am out of work +now - that's almost as bad." + +"Are you married?" + +"No, but I have an old mother to support." + +"Leave your address with the commissioner. He may be able to find +work for you; we can always use good men here. But now drink your +tea." Amster drank the glass in one gulp. "Well, now we have lost +the trail in both directions," said Muller calmly. "But we will +find it again. You can help, as you are free now anyway. If you +have the talent for that sort of thing, you may find permanent work +here." + +A gesture and a look from the workingman showed the detective that +the former did not think very highly of such occupation. Muller +laid his hand on the other's shoulder and said gravely: "You wouldn't +care to take service with us? This sort of thing doesn't rate very +high, I know. But I tell you that if we have our hearts in the right +place, and our brains are worth anything, we are of more good to +humanity than many an honest citizen who wouldn't shake hands with us. +There - and now I am busy. Goodnight." + +With these words Muller pushed the astonished man out of the room, +shut the door, and sat down again with his little book. This is +what he read: + +"Wednesday - is it Wednesday? They brought me a newspaper to-day +which had the date of Wednesday, the 20th of November. The ink +still smells fresh, but it is so damp here, the paper may have +been older. I do not know surely on what day it is that I begin +to write this narrative. I do not know either whether I may not +have been ill for days and weeks; I do not know what may have been +the matter with me - I know only that I was unconscious, and that +when I came to myself again, I was here in this gloomy room. Did +any physician see me? I have seen no one until to-day except the +old woman, whose name I do not know and who has so little to say. +She is kind to me otherwise, but I am afraid of her hard face and +of the smile with which she answers all my questions and entreaties. +"You are ill." These are the only words that she has ever said +to me, and she pointed to her forehead as she spoke them. She +thinks I am insane, therefore, or pretends to think so. + +"What a hoarse voice she has. She must be ill herself, for she +coughs all night long. I can hear it through the wall - she sleeps +in the next room. But I am not ill, that is I am not ill in the +way she says. I have no fever now, my pulse is calm and regular. +I can remember everything, until I took that drink of tea in the +railway station. What could there have been in that tea? I suppose +I should have noticed how anxious my travelling companion was to have +me drink it. + +"Who could the man have been? He was so polite, so fatherly in his +anxiety about me. I have not seen him since then. And yet I feel +that it is he who has brought me into this trap, a trap from which +I may never escape alive. I will describe him. He is very tall, +stout and blond, and wears a long heavy beard, which is slightly +mixed with grey. On his right cheek his beard only partly hides a +long scar. His eyes are hidden by large smoked glasses. His voice +is low and gentle, his manners most correct - except for his giving +people poison or whatever else it was in that tea. + +"I did not suffer any - at least I do not remember anything except +becoming unconscious. And I seem to have felt a pain like an iron +ring around my head. But I am not insane, and this fear that I feel +does not spring from my imagination, but from the real danger by +which I am surrounded. I am very hungry, but I do not dare to eat +anything except eggs, which cannot be tampered with. I tasted some +soup yesterday, and it seemed to me that it had a queer taste. I +will eat nothing that is at all suspicious. I will be in my full +senses when my murderers come; they shall not kill me by poison at +least. + +"When I came to my senses again - it was the evening of the day +before yesterday - I found a letter on the little table beside my +bed. It was written in French, in a handwriting that I had never +seen before, and there was no signature. + +"This strange letter demanded of me that I should write to my +guardian, calmly and clearly, to say that for reasons which I did +not intend to reveal, I had taken my own life. If I did this my +present place of sojourn would be exchanged for a far more agreeable +one, and I would soon be quite free. But if I did not do it, I +would actually be put to death. A pen, ink and paper were ready +there for the answer. + +Never, I wrote. And then despair came over me, and I may have +indeed appeared insane. The old woman came in. I entreated and +implored her to tell me why this dreadful fate should have overtaken +me. She remained quite indifferent and I sank back, almost fainting, +on the bed. She laid a moist cloth over my face, a cloth that had +a peculiar odour. I soon fell asleep. It seemed to me that there +was some one else besides the woman in the room with me. Or was +she talking to herself? Next morning the letter and my answer had +disappeared. "It was as I thought; there was some one else in my +room. Some one who had come on the tramway. I found the ticket on +the carpet beside my bed. I took it and put it in my notebook - + +"I believe that it is Sunday to-day. It is four days now since I +have been conscious. The first sound that I remember hearing was +the blast of a horn. It must come from a factory very near me. +The old windows in my room rattle at the sound. I hear it mornings +and evenings and at noon, on week days. I did not hear it to-day, +so it must be Sunday. It was Monday, the 18th of November, that +I set out on my trip, and reached here in the evening - (here? +I do not know where I am), that is, I set out for Vienna, and I know +that I reached the Northern Railway station there in safety. + +"I was cold and felt a little faint - and then he offered me the +tea - and what happened after that? Where am I? The paper that +they gave me may have been a day or two old or more. And to-day is +Sunday - is it the first Sunday since my departure from home? I do +not know. I know only this, that I set out on the 18th of November +to visit my kind old guardian, and to have a last consultation with +him before my coming of age. And I know also that I have fallen +into the hands of some one who has an interest in my disappearance. + +"There is some one in the next room with the old woman. I hear a +man s voice and they are quarrelling. They are talking of me. He +wants her to do something which she will not do. He commands her +to go away, but she refuses. What does he mean to do? I do not +want her to leave me alone. I do not hate her any more; I know +that she is not bad. When I listened I heard her speaking of me as +of an insane person. She really believes that I am ill. When the +man went away he must have been angry. He stamped down the stairs +until the steps creaked under his tread: I know it is a wooden +staircase therefore. + +"I am safe from him to-day, but I am really ill of fright. Am I +really insane? There is one thing that I have forgotten to write +down. When I first came to myself I found a bit of paper beside me +on which was written, 'Beware of calling in help from outside. One +scream will mean death to you.' It was written in French like the +letter. Why? Was it because the old woman could not read it? She +knew of the piece of paper, for she took it away from me. It +frightens me that I should have forgotten to write this down. Am +I really ill? If I am not yet ill, this terrible solitude will make +me so. + +"What a gloomy room this is, this prison of mine. And such a strange +ugly wall-paper. I tore off a tiny bit of it and hid it in this +little book. Some one may find it some day and may discover from it +this place where I am suffering, and where I shall die, perhaps. +There cannot be many who would buy such a pattern, and it must be +possible to find the factory where it was made. And I will also +write down here what I can see from my barred window. Far down +below me there is a rusty tin roof, it looks like as if it might +belong to a sort of shed. In front and to the right there are +windowless walls; to the left, at a little distance, I can see a +slender church spire, greenish in colour, probably covered with +copper, and before the church there are two poplar trees of +different heights. + +"Another day has passed, a day of torturing fear! Am I really +insane? I know that I see queer things. This morning I looked +towards the window and I saw a parrot sitting there! I saw it quite +plainly. It ruffled up its red and green feathers and stared at me. +I stared back at it and suddenly it was gone. I shivered. Finally +I pulled myself together and went to the window. There was no bird +outside nor was there a trace of any in the snow on the window sill. +Could the wind have blown away the tracks so soon, or was it really +my sick brain that appeared to see this tropical bird in the midst +of the snow? It is Tuesday to-day; from now on I will carefully +count the days - the days that still remain to me. + +"This morning I asked the old woman about the parrot. She only +smiled and her smile made me terribly afraid. The thought that this +thing which is happening to me, this thing that I took to be a crime, +may be only a necessity - the thought fills me with horror! Am I in +a prison? or is this the cell of an insane asylum? Am I the victim +of a villain? or am I really mad? My pulse is quickening, but my +memory is quite clear; I can look back over every incident in my life. + +"She has just taken away my food. I asked her to bring me only eggs +as I was afraid of everything else. She promised that she would do it. + +"Are they looking for me? My guardian is Theodore Fellner, Cathedral +Lane, 14. My own name is Asta Langen. + +"They took away my travelling bag, but they did not find this little +book and the tiny bottle of perfume which I had in the pocket of my +dress. And I found this old pen and a little ink in a drawer of the +writing table in my room. + +"Wednesday. The stranger was here again to-day. I recognised his +soft voice. He spoke to the woman in the hall outside my room. I +listened, but I could catch only a few words. 'To-morrow evening +- I will come myself - no responsibility for you.' Were these words +meant for me? Are they going to take me away? Where will they take +me? Then they do not dare to kill me here? My head is burning hot. +I have not dared to drink a drop of liquid for four days. I dare +not take anything into which they might have put some drug or some +poison. + +"Who could have such an interest in my death? It cannot be because +of the fortune which is to be mine when I come of age; for if I die, +my father has willed it to various charitable institutions. I have +no relatives, at least none who could inherit my money. I had never +harmed any one; who can wish for my death? + +"There is somebody with her, somebody was listening at the door. +I have a feeling as if I was being watched. And yet - I examined +the door, but there is no crack anywhere and the key is in the lock. +Still I seem to feel a burning glance resting on me. Ah! the +parrot! is this another delusion? Oh God, let it end soon! I am +not yet quite insane, but all these unknown dangers around me will +drive me mad. I must fight against them. + +"Thursday. They brought me back my travelling bag. My attendant +is uneasy. She was longer in cleaning up the room than usual to-day. +She seemed to want to say something to me, and yet she did not dare +to speak. Is something to happen to-day then? I did not close my +eyes all night. Can one be made insane from a distance? hypnotised +into it, as it were? I will not allow fear alone to make me mad. +My enemy shall not find it too easy. He may kill my body, but that +is all - " + +These were the last words which Asta Langen had written in her +notebook, the little book which was the only confidant of her +terrible need. When the detective had finished reading it, he closed +his eyes for a few minutes to let the impression made by the story +sink into his mind. + +Then he rose and put on his overcoat. He entered the commissioner's +room and took up his hat and cane. + +"Where are you going, Muller?" asked Herr Von Mayringen. + +"To Cathedral Lane, if you will permit it." + +"At this hour? it is quarter past eleven! Is there any such hurry, +do you think? There is no train from any of our stations until +morning. And I have already sent a policeman to watch the house. +Besides, I know that Fellner is a highly respected man. + +"There is many a man who is highly respected until he is found out," +remarked the detective. + +"And you are going to find out about Fellner?" smiled the +commissioner. "And this evening, too?" + +"This very evening. If he is asleep I shall wake him up. That is +the best time to get at the truth about a man. + +The commissioner sat down at his desk and wrote out the necessary +credentials for the detective. A few moments later Muller was in +the street. He left the notebook with the commissioner. It was +snowing heavily, and an icy north wind was howling through the +streets. Muller turned up the collar of his coat and walked on +quickly. It was just striking a quarter to twelve when he reached +Cathedral Lane. As he walked slowly along the moonlit side of the +pavement, a man stepped out of the shadow to meet him. It was the +policeman who had been sent to watch the house. Like Muller, he +wore plain clothes. + +"Well?" the latter asked. + +"Nothing new. Mr. Fellner has been ill in bed several days, quite +seriously ill, they tell me. The janitor seems very fond of him. + +"Hm - we'll see what sort of a man he is. You can go back to the +station now, you must be nearly frozen standing here." + +Muller looked carefully at the house which bore the number 14. It +was a handsome, old-fashioned building, a true patrician mansion +which looked worthy of all confidence. But Muller knew that the +outside of a house has very little to do with the honesty of the +people who live in it. He rang the bell carefully, as he wished no +one but the janitor to hear him. + +The latter did not seem at all surprised to find a stranger asking +for the owner of the house at so late an hour. "You come with a +telegram, I suppose? Come right up stairs then, I have orders to +let you in." + +These were the words with which the old janitor greeted Muller. The +detective could see from this that Mr. Theodore Fellner's conscience +must be perfectly clear. The expected telegram probably had +something to do with the non-appearance of Asta Langen, of whose +terrible fate her guardian evidently as yet knew nothing. The +janitor knocked on one of the doors, which was opened in a few +moments by an old woman. + +"Is it the telegram?" she asked sleepily. + +"Yes" said the janitor. + +"No," said Muller, "but I want to speak to Mr. Fellner." + +The two old people stared at him in surprise. + +"To speak to him?" said the woman, and shook her head as if in doubt. +"Is it about Miss Langen?" + +"Yes, please wake him." + +"But he is ill, and the doctor - " + +"Please wake him up. I will take the responsibility." + +"But who are you?" asked the janitor. + +Muller smiled a little at this belated caution on the part of the +old man, and answered. "I will tell Mr. Fellner who I am. But +please announce me at once. It concerns the young lady." His +expression was so grave that the woman waited no longer, but let +him in and then disappeared through another door. The janitor stood +and looked at Muller with half distrustful, half anxious glances. + +"It's no good news you bring," he said after a few minutes. + +"You may be right." + +"Has anything happened to our dear young lady?" + +"Then you know Miss Asta Langen and her family?" + +"Why, of course. I was in service on the estate when all the +dreadful things happened." + +"What things?" + +"Why the divorce - and - but you are a stranger and I shouldn't +talk about these family affairs to you. You had better tell me what +has happened to our young lady." + +"I must tell that to your master first." + +The woman came back at this moment and said to Muller, "Come with +me, please. Berner, you are to stay here until the gentleman goes +out again." + +Muller followed her through several rooms into a large bed-chamber +where he found an elderly man, very evidently ill, lying in bed. + +"Who are you?" asked the sick man, raising his head from the pillow. +The woman had gone out and closed the door behind her. + +"My name is Muller, police detective. Here are my credentials." + +Fellner glanced hastily at the paper. "Why does the police send +to me?" + +"It concerns your ward." + +Fellner sat upright in bed now. He leaned over towards his visitor +as he said, pointing to a letter on the table beside his bed, "Asta's +overseer writes me from her estate that she left home on the 18th of +November to visit me. She should have reached here on the evening +of the 18th, and she has not arrived yet. I did not receive this +letter until to-day." + +"Did you expect the young lady?" + +"I knew only that she would arrive sometime before the third of +December. That date is her twenty-fourth birthday and she was to +celebrate it here." + +"Did she not usually announce her coming to you?" + +"No, she liked to surprise me. Three days ago I sent her a telegram +asking her to bring certain necessary papers with her. This brought +the answer from the overseer of her estate, an answer which has +caused me great anxiety. Your coming makes it worse, for I fear -" +The sick man broke off and turned his eyes on Muller; eyes so full +of fear and grief that the detective's heart grew soft. He felt +Fellner's icy hand on his as the sick man murmured: "Tell me the +truth! Is Asta dead?" + +The detective shrugged his shoulders. "We do not know yet. She +was alive and able to send a message at half past eight this evening." + +"A message? To whom?" + +"To the nearest police station." Muller told the story as it had +come to him. + +The old man listened with an expression of such utter dazed terror +that the detective dropped all suspicion of him at once. + +"What a terrible riddle," stammered the sick man as the other +finished the story. + +"Would you answer me several questions?" asked Muller. The old +gentleman answered quickly, "Any one, every one." + +"Miss Langen is rich?" + +"She has a fortune of over three hundred thousand guldens, and +considerable land." + +"Has she any relatives?" + +"No," replied Fellner harshly. But a thought must have flashed +through his brain for he started suddenly and murmured, "Yes, she +has one relative, a step-brother." + +The detective gave an exclamation of surprise. + +"Why are you astonished at this?" asked Fellner. + +"According to her notebook, the young lady does not seem to know of +this step-brother." + +"She does not know, sir. There was an ugly scandal in her family +before her birth. Her father turned his first wife and their son +out of his house on one and the same day. He had discovered that +she was deceiving him, and also that her son, who was studying +medicine at the time, had stolen money from his safe. What he had +discovered about his wife made Langen doubt whether the boy was his +son at all. There was a terrible scene, and the two disappeared +from their home forever. The woman died soon after. The young man +went to Australia. He has never been heard of since and has probably +come to no good." + +"Might he not possibly be here in Europe again, watching for an +opportunity to make a fortune?" + +Fellner's hand grasped that of his visitor. The eyes of the two men +gazed steadily at each other. The old man's glance was full of +sudden helpless horror, the detective's eyes shone brilliantly. +Muller spoke calmly: "This is one clue. Is there no one else who +could have an interest in the young lady's death?" + +"No one but Egon Langen, if he bear this name by right, and if he +is still alive." + +"How old would he be now?" + +"He must be nearly forty. It was many years before Langen married +again." + +"Do you know him personally?" + +"Have you a picture of Miss Langen?" + +Fellner rang a bell and Berner appeared. "Give this gentleman Miss +Asta's picture. Take the one in the silver frame on my desk"; the +old gentleman's voice was friendly but faint with fatigue. His old +servant looked at him in deep anxiety. Fellner smiled weakly and +nodded to the man. "Sad news, Berner! Sad news and bad news. Our +poor Asta is being held a prisoner by some unknown villain who +threatens her with death." + +"My God, is it possible? Can't we help the poor young lady?" + +"We will try to help her, or if it is - too late, we will at least +avenge her. My entire fortune shall be given up for it. But bring +her picture now." + +Berner brought the picture of a very pretty girl with a bright +intelligent face. Muller took the picture out of the frame and put +it in his pocket. + +"You will come again? soon? And remember, I will give ten thousand +guldens to the man who saves Asta, or avenges her. Tell the police +to spare no expense - I will go to headquarters myself to-morrow." + +Fellner was a little surprised that Muller, although he had already +taken up his hat, did not go. The sick man had seen the light flash +up in the eyes of the other as he named the sum. He thought he +understood this excitement, but it touched him unpleasantly and he +sank back, almost frightened, in his cushions as the detective bent +over him with the words "Good. Do not forget your promise, for I +will save Miss Langen or avenge her. But I do not want the money +for myself. It is to go to those who have been unjustly convicted +and thus ruined for life. It may give the one or the other of them +a better chance for the future." + +"And you? what good do you get from that?" asked the old gentleman, +astonished. A soft smile illumined the detective's plain features +and he answered gently, "I know then that there will be some poor +fellow who will have an easier time of it than I have had." + +He nodded to Fellner, who had already grasped his hand and pressed +it hard. A tear ran down his grey beard, and long after Muller had +gone the old gentleman lay pondering over his last words. + +Berner led the visitor to the door. As he was opening it, Muller +asked: "Has Egon Langen a bad scar on his right cheek?" + +Berner's eyes looked his astonishment. How did the stranger know +this? And how did he come to mention this forgotten name. + +"Yes, he has, but how did you know it?" he murmured in surprise. +He received no answer, for Muller was already walking quickly down +the street. The old man stared after him for some few minutes, +then suddenly his knees began to tremble. He closed the door with +difficulty, and sank down on a bench beside it. The wind had blown +out the light of his lantern; Berner was sitting in the dark +without knowing it, for a sudden terrible light had burst upon his +soul, burst upon it so sharply that he hid his eyes with his hands, +and his old lips murmured, "Horrible! Horrible! The brother +against the sister." + +The next morning was clear and bright. Muller was up early, for he +had taken but a few hours sleep in one of the rooms of the station, +before he set out into the cold winter morning. At the next corner +he found Amster waiting for him. "What are you doing here?" he +asked in astonishment. + +I have been thinking over what you said to me yesterday. Your +profession is as good and perhaps better than many another." + +"And you come out here so early to tell me that?" + +Amster smiled. "I have something else to say." + +"Well?" + +"The commissioner asked me yesterday if I knew of a church in the +city that had a slender spire with a green top and two poplars in +front of it." + +Muller looked his interest. + +"I thought it might possibly be the Convent Church of the Grey +Sisters, but I wasn't quite sure, so I went there an hour ago. It's +all right, just as I thought. And I suppose it has something to do +with the case of last night, so I thought I had better report at +once. I was on my way to the station." + +"That will do very well. You have saved us much time and you have +shown that you are eminently fitted for this business." + +"If you really will try me, then - " + +"We'll see. You can begin on this. Come to the church with me now." +Muller was no talker, particularly not when, as now, his brain was +busy on a problem. + +The two men walked on quickly. In about half an hour they found +themselves in a little square in the middle of which stood an old +church. In front of the church, like giant sentinels, stood a pair +of tall poplars. One of them looked sickly and was a good deal +shorter than its neighbour. Muller nodded as if content. + +"Is this the church the commissioner was talking about?" queried +Amster. + +"It is," was the answer. Muller walked on toward a little house +built up against the church, which was evidently the dwelling of +the sexton. + +The detective introduced himself to this official, who did not look +over-intelligent, as a stranger in the city who had been told that +the view from the tower of the church was particularly interesting. +A bright silver piece banished all distrust from the soul of the +worthy man. With great friendliness he inquired when the gentlemen +would like to ascend the tower. "At once," was the answer. + +The sexton took a bunch of keys and told the strangers to follow +him. A few moments later Muller and his companion stood in the +tiny belfry room of the slender spire. The fat sexton, to his own +great satisfaction, had yielded to their request not to undertake +the steep ascent. The cloudless sky lay crystal clear over the +still sleeping city and the wide spread snow-covered fields which +lay close at hand, beyond the church. On the one side were gardens +and the low rambling buildings of the convent, and on the other +were huddled high-piled dwellings of poverty. + +Muller looked out of each of the four windows in turn. He spent +some time at each window, but evidently without discovering what he +looked for, for he shook his head in discontent. But when he went +once more to the opening in the East, into which the sun was just +beginning to pour its light, something seemed to attract his +attention. He called Amster and pointed from the window. "Your +eyes are younger than mine, lend them to me. What do you see over +there to the right, below the tall factory chimney?" Muller's voice +was calm, but there was something in his manner that revealed +excitement. Amster caught the infection without knowing why. He +looked sharply in the direction towards which Muller pointed, and +began: "There is a tall house near the chimney, to the right of it, +one wall touching it. The house is crowded in between other newer +buildings, and looks to be very old and of a much better sort than +its neighbours. The other houses are plain stone, but this house +has carvings and statues on it, which are white with snow. But the +house is in bad condition, one can see cracks in the wall." + +"And its windows?" + +"I cannot see them. They must be on the other side of the house, +towards the courtyard which seems to be hemmed in by the blank +walls of the other houses." + +"And at the front of the house?" + +"There is a low wall in front which shuts off the courtyard from a +narrow, ill-kept street." + +" Yes, I see it myself now. The street is bordered mainly by +gardens and vacant lots." + +"Yes, sir, that is it." Muller nodded as if satisfied. Amster +looked at him in surprise, still more surprised, however, at the +excitement he felt himself. He did not understand it, but Muller +understood it. He knew that he had found in Amster a talent akin +to his own, one of those natures who once having taken up a trail +cannot rest until they reach their goal. He looked for a few +moments in satisfaction at the assistant he had found by such +chance, then he turned and hastened down the stairs again. + +"We're going to that house?" asked Amster when they were down in +the street. Muller nodded. + +Without hesitation the two men made their way through a tangle of +dingy, uninteresting alleys, between modem tenements, until about +ten minutes later they stood before an old three-storied building, +which had a frontage of four windows on the street. "This is our +place," said the detective, looking up at the tall, handsome +gateway and the rococo carvings that ornamented the front of this +decaying dwelling. It was very evidently of a different age and +class from those about it. + +Muller had already raised his hand to pull the bell, when he stopped +and let it sink again. His eye caught sight of a placard pasted up +on the wall of the next house, and already half torn off by the wind. +The detective walked over, and raising the placard with his cane, +read the words on it. "That's right," he said to himself. Amster +gave a look on the paper. But he could not connect the contents of +the notice with the case of the kidnapped lady, and he shook his +head in surprise when Muller turned to him with the words: "The lady +we are looking for is not insane." On the paper was announced in +large letters that a reward would be offered to the finder of a red +and green parrot which had escaped from a neighbouring house. + +Muller rang the bell and they had to wait some few minutes before +the door opened with great creakings, and the towsled head of an +old woman peered out. + +"What do you want?" she asked hoarsely, with distrustful looks. + +"Let us in, and then give us the keys of the upstairs rooms." +Muller's voice was friendly, but the woman grew perceptibly paler. + +"Who are you?" she stammered. Muller threw back his overcoat and +showed her his badge. "But there is nobody here, the house is +quite empty." + +"There were a lady and gentleman here last evening." The woman +threw a frightened look at Muller, then she said hesitatingly: +"The lady was insane and has been taken to an asylum." + +"That is what the man told you. He is a criminal and the police are +looking for him." + +"Come with me," murmured the woman. She seemed to understand that +further resistance was useless. She carefully locked the outside +door. Amster remained down stairs in the corridor, while Muller +followed the old woman up the stairs. The staircase to the third +story was made of wood. The house was evidently very old, with +low ceilings and many dark corners. + +The woman led Muller into the room in which she had cared for the +strange lady at the order of the latter's "husband." He had told +her that it was only until he could take the lady to an asylum. One +look at the wall paper, a glance out of the window, and Muller knew +that this was where Asta Langen had been imprisoned. He sat down +on a chair and looked at the woman, who stood frightened before him. + +"Do you know where they have taken the lady?" + +"No, sir. + +"Do you know the gentleman's name?" + +"No, sir. + +"You did not send the lady's name to the authorities?" * + +"No, sir. +___________________________________________________________________ + +* Any stranger taking rooms in a hotel or lodging house must +be registered with the police authorities by the proprietor of the +house within forty-eight hours of arrival. +___________________________________________________________________ + +"Were you not afraid you would get into trouble?" + +The gentleman paid me well, and I did not think that he meant +anything bad, and - and - " + +"And you did not think that it would be found out?" said Muller +sternly. + + +"I took good care of the lady." + +"Yes, we know that." + +"Did she escape from her husband?" + +"He was not her husband. But now tell me all you know about these +people; the more truthful you are the better it will be for you." + +The old woman was so frightened that she could scarcely find +strength to talk. When she finally got control of herself again +she began: "He came here on the first of November and rented this +room for himself. But he was here only twice before he brought the +lady and left her alone here. She was very ill when he brought her +here - so ill that he had to carry her upstairs. I wanted to go +for a doctor, but he said he was a doctor himself, and that he could +take care of his wife, who often had such attacks. He gave me some +medicine for her after I had put her to bed. I gave her the drops, +but it was a long while before she came to herself again. + +"Then he told me that she had lost her mind, and that she believed +everybody was trying to harm her. She was so bad that he was taking +her to an asylum. But he hadn't found quite the right place yet, +and wanted me to keep her here until he knew where he could take her. +Once he left a revolver here by mistake. But I hid it so the lady +wouldn't see it, and gave it to the gentleman the next time he +came. He was angry at that, though I couldn't see why, and said I +shouldn't have touched it." + +The woman had told her story with much hesitation, and stopped +altogether at this point. She had evidently suddenly realised that +the lady was not insane, but only in great despair, and that people +in such a state will often seek death, particularly if any weapon +is left conveniently within their reach. + +"What did this gentleman look like?" asked Muller, to start her +talking again. She described her tenant as very tall and stout +with a long beard slightly mixed with grey. She had never seen +his eyes, for he wore smoked glasses. + +"Did you notice anything peculiar about his face?" + +"No, nothing except that his beard was ver heavy and almost covered +his face." + +"Could you see his cheeks at all?" + +"No, or else I didn't notice." + +"Did he leave nothing that might enable us to find +him?" + +"No, sir, nothing. Or yes, perhaps, but I don't suppose that will +be any good." + +"What was it? What do you mean?" + +"It gave him a good deal of trouble to get the lady into the wagon, +because she had fainted again. He lost his glove in doing it. I +have it down stairs in my room, for I sleep down stairs again since +the lady has gone." + +Muller had risen from his chair and walked over to the old writing +desk which stood beside one window. There were several sheets of +ordinary brown paper on it and sharp pointed pencil and also +something not usually found on writing desks, a piece of bread from +which some of the inside had been taken. "Everything as I expected +it" he said to himself. "The young lady made up the package in the +last few moments that she was left alone here." + +He turned again to the old woman and commanded her to lead him down +stairs. "What sort of a carriage was it in which they took the lady +away?" he asked as they went down. + +"A closed coupe." + +"Did you see the number?" + +"No, sir. But the carriage was very shabby and so was the driver." + +"Was he an old man?" + +"He was about forty years old, but he looked like a man who drank. +He had a light-coloured overcoat on." + +"Good. Is this your room?" + +"Yes, sir." + +They were now in the lower corridor, where they found Amster walking +up and down. The woman opened the door of the little room, and took +a glove from a cupboard. Muller put it in his pocket and told the +woman not to leave the house for anything, as she might be sent for +to come to the police station at any moment. Then he went out into +the street with Amster. When they were outside in the sunlight, he +looked at the glove. It was a remarkably small size, made for a +man with a slender, delicate hand, not at all in accordance with the +large stout body of the man described by the landlady. Muller put +his hand into the glove and found something pushed up into the +middle finger. He took it out and found that it was a crumpled +tramway ticket. + +"Look out for a shabby old closed coupe, with a driver about forty +years old who looks like a drunkard and wears a light overcoat. If +you find such a cab, engage it and drive in it to the nearest police +station. Tell them there to hold the man until further notice. If +the cab is not free, at least take his number. And one thing more, +but you will know that yourself, - the cab we are looking for will +have new glass in the right-hand window." Thus Muller spoke to his +companion as he put the glove into his pocket and unfolded the +tramway ticket. Amster understood that they had found the starting +point of the drive of the night before. + +"I will go to all coupe stands," he said eagerly. + +"Yes, but we may be able to find it quicker than that." Muller took +the little notebook, which he was now carrying in his pocket, and +took from it the tramway ticket which was in the cover. He compared +it with the one he had just found. They were both marked for the +same hour of the day and for the same ride. + +"Did the man use them?" asked Amster. The detective nodded. "How +can they help us?" + +"Somewhere on this stretch of the street railroad you will probably +find the stand of the cab we are looking for. The man who hired it +evidently arrived on the 6:30 train at the West Station - I have +reason to believe that he does not live here, - and then took the +street car to this corner. The last ticket is marked for yesterday. +In the car he probably made his plans to hire a cab. So you had +better stay along the line of the car tracks. You will find me in +room seven, Police Headquarters, at noon to-day. The authorities +have already taken up the case. You may have something to tell us +then. Good luck to you." + +Muller hurried on, after he had taken a quick breakfast in a little +cafe. He went at once to headquarters, made his report there and +then drove to Fellner's house. The latter was awaiting him with +great impatience. There the detective gathered much valuable +information about the first marriage of Asta Langen's long-dead +father. It was old Berner who could tell him the most about these +long-vanished days. + +When he reached his office at headquarters again, he found telegrams +in great number awaiting him. They were from all the hospitals and +insane asylums in the entire district. But in none of them had +there been a patient fitting the description of the vanished girl. +Neither the commissioner nor Muller was surprised at this negative +result. They were also not surprised at all that the other branches +of the police department had been able to discover so little about +the disappearance of the young lady. They were aware that they +had to deal with a criminal of great ability who would be careful +not to fall into the usual slips made by his kind. + +There was no news from the cab either, although several detectives +were out looking for it. It was almost nightfall when Amster ran +breathlessly into room number seven. "I have him! he's waiting +outside across the way!" This was Amster's report. + +Muller threw on his coat hastily. "You didn't pay him, did you? +On a cold day like this the drivers don't like to wait long in any +one place." + +"No danger. I haven't money enough for that," replied Amster with +a sad smile. Muller did not hear him as he was already outside. +But the commissioner with whom he had been talking and to whom +Muller had already spoken of his voluntary assistant, entered into +a conversation with Amster, and said to him finally: "I will take +it upon myself to guarantee your future, if you are ready to enter +the secret service under Muller's orders. If you wish to do this +you can stay right on now, for I think we will need you in this case." + +Amster bowed in agreement. His life had been troubled, his +reputation darkened by no fault of his own, and the work he was +doing now had awakened, an interest and an ability that he did not +know he possessed. He was more than glad to accept the offer made +by the official. + +Muller was already across the street and had laid his hand upon the +door of the cab when the driver turned to him and said crossly, +"Some one else has ordered me. But I am not going to wait in this +cold, get in if you want to." + +"All right. Now tell me first where you drove to last evening with +the sick lady and her companion?" The man looked astonished but +found his tongue again in a moment. "And who are you?" he asked +calmly. + +"We will tell you that upstairs in the police station," answered +Muller equally calmly, and ordered the man to drive through the +gateway into the inner courtyard. He himself got into the wagon, +and in the course of the short drive he had made a discovery. He +had found a tiny glass stopper, such as is used in perfume bottles. +He could understand from this why the odour of perfume which had +now become familiar to him was still so strong inside the old cab. +Also why it was so strong on the delicate handkerchief. Asta Langen +had taken the stopper from the bottle in her pocket, so as to leave +a trail of odour behind her. + + + + +CHAPTER THREE + +THE LONELY COTTAGE + + +Fifteen minutes after the driver had made his report to Commissioner +Von Mayringen, the latter with Amster entered another cab. A +well-armed policeman mounted the box of this second vehicle. "Follow +that cab ahead," the commissioner told his driver. The second cab +followed the one-horse coupe in which Muller was seated. They drove +first to No. 14 Cathedral Lane, where Muller told Berner to come +with him. He found Mr. Fellner ready to go also, and it was with +great difficulty that he could dissuade the invalid, who was greatly +fatigued by his morning visit to the police station, from joining +them. + +The carriages then drove off more quickly than before. It was now +quite dark, a gloomy stormy winter evening. Muller had taken his +place on the box of his cab and sat peering out into the darkness. +In spite of the sharp wind and the ice that blew against his face the +detective could see that they were going out from the more closely +built up portions of the city, and were now in new streets with +half-finished houses. Soon they passed even these and were outside +of the city. The way was lonely and dreary, bordered by wooden +fences on both sides. Muller looked sharply to right and to left. + +"You should have become alarmed here," he said to the driver, +pointing to one part of the fence. + +"Why?" asked the man. + +"Because this is where the window was broken." + +"I didn't know that - until I got home." + +"H'm; you must have been nicely drunk." + +The driver murmured something in his beard. + +"Stop here, this is your turn, down that street," Muller said a +few moments later, as the driver turned the other way. + +"How do you know that?" asked the man, surprised. + +"None of your business." + +"This street will take us there just the same." + +"Probably, but I prefer to go the way you went yesterday." + +"Very well, it's all the same to me." They were silent again, +only the wind roared around them, and somewhere in the distance a +fog horn moaned. + +It was now six o'clock. The snow threw out a mild light which could +not brighten the deep darkness around them. About half an hour +later the first cab halted. "There's the house up there. Shall I +drive to the garden gate?" + +"No, stop here." Muller was already on the ground. "Are there any +dogs here?" he asked. + +"I didn't hear any yesterday." + +"That's of no value. You didn't seem to hear much of anything +yesterday." Muller opened the door of the cab and helped Berner +out. The old man was trembling. "That was a dreadful drive!" +he stammered. + +"I hope you will be happier on the drive back," said the detective +and added, "You stay here with the commissioner now." + +The latter had already left his cab with his companion. His sharp +eyes glanced over the heavily shaded garden and the little house in +its midst. A little light shone from two windows of the first story. +The men's eyes looked toward them, then the detective and Amster +walked toward a high picket fence which closed the garden on the +side nearest its neighbours. They shook the various pickets without +much caution, for the wind made noise enough to kill any other sound. +Amster called to Muller, he had found a loose picket, and his strong +young arms had torn it out easily. Muller motioned to the other +three to join them. A moment later they were all in the garden, +walking carefully toward the house. + +The door was closed but there were no bars at the windows of the +ground floor. Amster looked inquiringly at the commissioner and +the latter nodded and said, "All right, go ahead." + +The next minute Amster had broken in through one pane of the window +and turned the latch. The inner window was broken already so that +it was not difficult for him to open it without any further noise. +He disappeared into the dark room within. In a few seconds they +heard a key turn in the door and it opened gently. The men entered, +all except the policeman, who remained outside. The blind of his +lantern was slightly opened, and he had his revolver ready in his +hand. + +Muller had opened his lantern also, and they saw that they were +in a prettily furnished corridor from which the staircase and one +door led out. + +The, four men tiptoed up the stairway and the commissioner stepped +to the first of the two doors which opened onto the upper corridor. +He turned the key which was in the lock, and opened the door, but +they found themselves in a room as dark as was the corridor. From +somewhere, however, a ray of light fell into the blackness. The +official stepped into the room, pulling Berner in after him. The +poor old man was in a state of trembling excitement when he found +himself in the house where his beloved young lady might already be +a corpse. One step more and a smothered cry broke from his lips. +The commissioner had opened the door of an adjoining room, which +was lighted and handsomely furnished. Only the heavy iron bars +across the closed windows showed that the young lady who sat leaning +back wearily in an arm-chair was a prisoner. + +She looked up as they entered. The expression of utter despair and +deep weariness which had rested on her pale face changed to a look +of terror; then she saw that it was not her would-be murderer who +was entering, but those who came to rescue. A bright flush illumined +her cheeks and her eyes gleamed. But the change was too sudden for +her tortured soul. She rose from her chair, then sank fainting to +the floor. + +Berner threw himself on his knees beside her, sobbing out, "She is +dying! She is dying!" + +Muller turned on the instant, for he had heard the door on the other +side of the hall open, and a tall slender man with a smooth face +and a deep scar on his right cheek stood on the threshold looking at +them in dazed surprise. For an instant only had he lost his control. +The next second he was in his room again, slamming the door behind +him. But it was too late. Amster's foot was already in the crack +of the door and he pushed it open to let Muller enter. "Well done," +cried the latter, and then he turned to the man in the room. "Here, +stop that. I can fire twice before you get the window open." + +The man turned and walked slowly to the centre of the room, sinking +down into an arm-chair that stood beside the desk. Neither Amster +nor Muller turned their eyes from him for a moment, ready for any +attempt on his part to escape. But the detective had already seen +something that told him that Langen was not thinking of flight. +When he turned to the desk, Muller had seen his eyes glisten while +a scornful smile parted his thin, lips. A second later he had let +his handkerchief fall, apparently carelessly, upon the desk. But +in this short space of time the detective's sharp eyes had seen a +tiny bottle upon which was a black label with a grinning skull. +Muller could not see whether the bottle was full or empty, but now +he knew that it must hold sufficient poison to enable the captured +criminal to escape open disgrace. Knowing this, Muller looked with +admiration at the calmness of the villain, whose intelligent eyes +were turned towards him in evident curiosity. + +"Who are you and who else is here with you?" asked the man calmly. + +"I am Muller of the Secret Service," replied his visitor and added, +"You must put up with us for the time being, Mr. Egon Langen. The +police commissioner is occupied with your step-sister, whom you +were about to murder." + +Langen put his hand to his cheek, looking at Muller between his +lashes as he said, "To murder? Who can prove that?" + +"We have all the proofs we need." + +"I will acknowledge only that I wanted Asta to disappear." + +Muller smiled. "What good would that have done you? You wanted +her entire fortune, did you not? But that could have come to you +only after thirty years, and you are not likely to have waited that +long. Your plan was to murder your step-sister, even if you could +not get a letter from her telling of her intention to commit suicide." + +Langen rose suddenly, but controlled himself again and sank back +easily in his chair. "Then the old woman has been talking?" he +asked. + +Muller shook his head. "We knew it through Miss Langen herself." + +"She has spoken to no one for over ten days." + +"But you let her throw her notebook out of the window of the cab." + +"Ah - " + +"There, you see, you should not have let that happen." + +Drops of perspiration stood out on Langen's forehead. Until now, +perhaps, he had had some possible hope of escape. It was useless +now, he knew. + +As calmly as he had spoken thus far Muller continued. "For twenty +years I have been studying the hearts of criminals like yourself. +But there are things I do not understand about this case and it +interests me very much." + +Langen had wiped the drops from his forehead and he now turned on +Muller a face that seemed made of bronze. There was but one +expression on it, that of cold scorn. + +"I feel greatly flattered, sir, to think that I can offer a problem +to one of your experience," Langen began. His voice, which had been +slightly veiled before, was now quite clear. "Ask me all you like. +I will answer you." + +Muller began: "Why did you wait so long before committing the +murder? and why did you drag your victim from place to place when +you could have killed her easily in the compartment of the railway +train?" + +"The windows of the compartment were open, my honoured friend, and +it was a fine warm evening for the season, because of which the +windows in the other compartment were also open. There was nothing +else I could do at that time then, except to offer Asta a cup of +tea when she felt a little faint upon leaving the train. I am a +physician and I know how to use the right drugs at the right time. +When Asta had taken the tea, she knew nothing more until she woke +up a day later in a room in the city." + +"And the piece of paper with the threat on it? and the, revolver +you left so handy for her? oh, but I forgot, the old woman took +the weapon away before the lady could use it in her despair," said +Muller. + +"Quite right. I see you know every detail." + +"But why didn't you complete your crime in the room in the old +house?" persisted Muller. + +"Because I lost my false beard one day upon the staircase, and I +feared the old woman might have seen my face enough to recognise me +again. I thought it better to look for another place." + +"And then you found this house." + +"Yes, but several days later." + +"And you hired it in the name of Miss Asta Langen? Who would then +have been found dead here several days after you had entered the +house?" + +"Several days, several weeks perhaps. I preferred to wait until +the woman who rented the house had read in the papers that Asta +Langen had disappeared and was being sought for. Somebody would +have found her here, and her identity would have easily been +established, for I knew that she had some important family documents +with her." + +Muller was silent a moment, with an expression of deep pity on his +face. Then he continued: "Yes, someone would have found her, and +her suicide would have been a dark mystery, unless, of course, +malicious tongues would have found ugly reasons enough why a +beautiful young lady should hide herself in a lonely cottage to +take her own life." + +Muller had spoken as if to himself. Egon Langen's lips, parted in +a smile so evil that Amster clenched his fists. + +"And you would not have regretted this ruining the reputation as +well as taking the life of an innocent girl?" asked the detective +low and tense. + +"No, for I hated her." + +"You hated her because she was rich and innocent. She was very +charitable and would gladly have helped you if you were in need. +Beside this, you were entitled to a portion of your father's estate. +It is almost thirty thousand guldens, as Mr. Fellner tells me. Why +did you not take that?" + +"Fellner did not know that I had already received twenty thousand +of this when my father turned me out. He probably would have heard +of it later, for Berner was the witness. I did not care for the +remaining ten thousand because I would have the entire fortune after +Asta's death. I would have seen the official notice and the call +for heirs in Australia, and would have written from there, announcing +that I was still alive. If you had come several days later I should +have been a rich man within a year." + +His clenched fist resting on his knee, the rascal stared out ahead +of him when he ended his shameless confession. In his rage and +disappointment he had not noticed that Muller's hand dropped gently +to the desk and softly took a little bottle from under the +handkerchief. Langen came out of his dark thoughts only when +Muller's voice broke the silence. "But you miscalculated, if you +expected to inherit from your sister. She is still a minor and +your father's will would have given you only ten thousand guldens. + +"But you forget that Asta will be twenty-four on the third of +December." + +"Ah, then you would have kept her alive until then." + +"You understand quickly," said Langen with a mocking smile. + +"But she disappeared on the eighteenth of November. How could you +prove that she died after her birthday, therefore in full possession +of her fortune and without leaving any will?" + +"That is very simple. I buy several newspapers every day. I would +have taken them up to the fourth and fifth of December and left them +here with the body." + +"You are more clever even than I thought," said the detective dryly +as he heard the commissioner's steps behind him. Muller put a +whistle to his lips and its shrill tone ran through the house, +calling up the policeman who stood by the door. + +Egon Langen's face was grey with pallor, his features were +distorted, and yet there was the ghost of a smile on his lips as +he saw his captors enter the door. He put his hand out, raised +his handkerchief hastily and then a wild scream echoed through the +room, a scream that ended in a ghastly groan. + +"I have taken your bottle, you might as well give yourself up +quietly," said Muller calmly, holding his revolver near Langen's +face. The prisoner threw himself at the detective but was caught +and overpowered by Amster and the policeman. + +A quarter of an hour later the cabs drove back toward the city. +Inside one cowered Egon Langen, watched by the policeman and Amster. +Berner was on the box beside the driver, telling the now interested +man the story of what had happened to his dear young lady. In the +other cab sat Asta Langen with Kurt von Mayringen and Muller. + +"Do you feel better now?" asked the young commissioner in sincere +sympathy that was mingled with admiration for the delicate beauty +of the girl beside him, an admiration heightened by her romantic +story and marvelous escape. + +Asta nodded and answered gently: "I feel as if some terrible weight +were lifted from my heart and brain. But I doubt if I will ever +forget these horrible days, when I had already come to accept it as +a fact that - that I was to be murdered." + +"This is the man to whom you owe your escape," said the commissioner, +laying his hand on Muller's knee. Asta did not speak, but she +reached out in the darkness of the cab, caught Muller's hand and +would have raised it to her lips, had not the little man drawn it +away hastily." It was only my duty, dear young lady," he said. +"A duty that is not onerous when it means the rescue of innocence +and the preventing of crime. It is not always so, unfortunately +- nor am I always so fortunate as in this case." + +This indeed is what Muller calls a "case with a happy ending," for +scarcely a year later, to his own great embarrassment, he found +himself the most honoured guest, and a centre of attraction equally +with the bridal couple, at the marriage of Kurt von Mayringen and +Asta Langen. Muller asserts, however, that he is not a success in +society, and that he would rather unravel fifty difficult cases +than again be the "lion" at a fashionable function. + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg Etext of The Pocket Diary Found in the Snow + diff --git a/old/pdfis10.zip b/old/pdfis10.zip Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..d5adfaf --- /dev/null +++ b/old/pdfis10.zip |