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Kern's office, and he knew that the Tracer of Lost Persons had Kerns already well in hand.
When the bell announced the beginning of the following period of labor, Seaton and his co-workers were in the Area of Experiment waiting, and the work was soon under way. "How are you going about this, Dick?" asked Crane. "Going to examine the nose of one of those torpedoes first, and see what it actually works on. Then build me a tracer detector that'll pick it up at high velocity.
When the Tracer of Lost Persons entered Captain Harren's room at the Hotel Vice-Regent that afternoon he found the young man standing at a center table, pencil in hand, studying a sheet of paper which was covered with letters and figures.
"Y-es," said the young man, astonished, "but I don't see " "It also involves the occult," observed Keen calmly. "We may need Miss Borrow to help us." Almost staggered, Harren stared at the Tracer out of his astonished gray eyes until that gentleman laughed outright and seated himself, motioning Harren to do likewise. "Don't be surprised, Captain Harren," he said.
Keen; and after a few moments the Tracer of Lost Persons' agreeable voice sounded in the receiver. "It's about Mr. Kerns," began Gatewood; "I want to see him happy, and the idiot won't be. Now, Mr. Keen, you know what happiness you and he brought to me! You know what sort of an idle, selfish, aimless, meaningless life you saved me from? I want you to do the same for Mr. Kerns.
It was pleasant weather June in all its early loveliness the fifth day of June. The sixth was his birthday. "I've simply got to marry somebody before the day after to-morrow," he said aloud "that is, if I want my legacy." "What!" demanded the Tracer sharply. Carden turned, pink and guilty. "I didn't tell you all the circumstances of my case," he said. "I suppose I ought to have done so."
There is a room beyond a room facing to the south, bright with sunshine, flowers, soft rugs, and draperies of the East. She is there like a child asleep!" Burke reeled, steadying himself against the wall; the Tracer stared at space, speaking very slowly: "Such death I have never before heard of. From the moment she came under my protection I have dared to doubt many things.
Keen terminated the interview with characteristic tact, accepting the case on the contingent fee of $5,000." "Very well," said the Tracer, as Miss Smith rolled up the scroll and looked at him for further instructions. "Now, perhaps you had better run over the short summary of proceedings to date. I mean the digest which you will find attached to the completed records."
On the thirteenth day of March, 1906, Kerns received the following cable from an old friend: "Is there anybody in New York who can find two criminals for me? I don't want to call in the police. To which Kerns replied promptly: "Wire Keen, Tracer of Lost Persons, N.Y." And a day or two later, being on his honeymoon, he forgot all about his old friend Jack Burke.
This all degenerated into the merest nomadic wandering nothing but sand, camels, ruins, tents, white walls, and blue skies. And at last I came to the town of Sa-el-Hagar." His voice died out; his restless, haunted eyes became fixed. "Sa-el-Hagar, once ancient Saïs," repeated the Tracer quietly; and the young man looked at him. "You know that?" "Yes," said the Tracer.
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