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The Tracer let him alone, and bent again over his desk, drawing imaginary circles on the stained blotter, while moment after moment passed under the tension of that fiercest of all struggles, when a man sits throttling his own soul into silence. And, after a long time, Burke lifted a haggard face from the cradle of his crossed arms and shook his shoulders, drawing a deep, steady breath.
But that can't be helped now." Gatewood, more excited and uncomfortable than he had ever been in all his life, watched Keen intently. "Too bad, too bad," muttered the Tracer to himself. "The child needs the encouragement.
"Splash!" said Kerns, rising. "I've a good mind," said Gatewood indignantly, "to put the Tracer of Lost Persons on your trail. He'd rope you and tie you in record time!" Kerns's smile was a provocation. "I'll do it, too!" added Gatewood, losing his temper, "if you dare give me the chance." "Seriously," inquired Kerns, delighted, "do you think your friend, Mr.
"Do you know it was fortunate that you put this bit of papyrus in the pocket of your shooting coat so fortunate that, in a way, it approaches the miraculous?" "What do you mean? Is there anything in that scroll bearing on this matter?" "Yes." "And you can read it? Are you versed in such learning, Mr. Keen?" "I am an Egyptologist among other details," said the Tracer calmly.
"Then let me begin by saying that the inscription of which I have a copy was probably scratched upon a window pane by means of a diamond." "Oh! Then then it is not an ancient inscription, Mr. Keen." "The theme is ancient the oldest theme in the world love! The cipher is old as old as King Solomon." She looked up quickly. The Tracer, apparently engrossed in his own story, went on with it.
Captain Harren crossed his long legs, dropping one knee over the other, and deliberately surveyed his interrogator. "I really have no right to come to you," he said slowly. "Your prospectus distinctly states that Keen & Co. undertake to find live people, and I don't know whether the person I am seeking is alive or or " His steady voice faltered; the Tracer watched him curiously.
"I assume this statement to be correct, Mr. Keen?" "You may safely assume so," said Mr. Keen, smiling. "Does this statement include all that you are prepared to undertake?" The Tracer of Lost Persons inspected him coolly. "What more is there, Captain Harren? I undertake to find lost people. I even undertake to find the undiscovered ideals of young people who have failed to meet them.
Kerns looked long and unsteadily upon his friend; then very gravely fumbled in his pocket and drew forth the business card of Westrel Keen, Tracer of Lost Persons. "That," he said, "will be about all." And he bestowed the card upon Harren with magnificent condescension. And about five o'clock the following afternoon Harren found the card among various effects of his, scattered over his dresser.
"It might be well, if possible, to see what he has in his suit case." "I will warn the servants as soon as I return to Rosylyn. When may I expect you this evening, Mr. Keen?" "It is impossible to say, Mrs. Stanley. If I am not there by midnight I shall try to call next morning." So they exchanged civil adieus; the Tracer hung up his receiver and leaned back in his chair, smiling to himself.
Gatewood. . . . No haste about the check, my dear sir pray consider us at your service." But Gatewood doggedly filled in the check and handed it to the Tracer of Lost Persons. "I wish you happiness," said the older man in a low voice. "The lady you describe exists; it is for us to discover her." "Thank you," stammered Gatewood, astounded.
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