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The detective stepped back on the grating, flattening himself against the outer sill of his window. Again the chuckler now an unmistakable laugh floated to his ears. With a smothered exclamation he stepped forward again, and looked upward. There, against the violet-gray of the star-sprinkled sky, bulked a crouching shape, cuddled on the landing above. Brencherly held his breath.
"Long will be taken care of," he snapped, replacing his scarf pin for the twentieth time, and making an unspoken promise to himself to send the secretary so far away from the scene of Brencherly's activities that he would at least have a chance to begin life anew without fear of the past. "May I?" queried Brencherly, with a jerk of his head toward the telephone. "Rather you didn't from here.
"Has the devil gotten into me?" His confidential clerk knocked, and seeing the Great Man's face, paused in trepidation. "What is it? What is it?" snapped Gard. "There's Brenchcrly, sir, in the outer office. He wouldn't give his message said you'd want to see him in private; so I ventured " "Brencherly!" Gard's heart missed a beat. He stopped short.
"There," he said, as he handed over the missive for Dorothy's approval, "that covers the case. And now, my dear, the rest is my affair, and whoever he is may God have mercy on his soul!" Early on the morning following Dorothy's hurried departure, Marcus Gard, having dismissed his valet, was finishing his dressing in the presence of Brencherly.
"I tried to get you last night," he rasped; "anyhow, you're here. What have you to report to me?" Brencherly shook his head. "As far as I can learn, sir, there's nobody slipped in the Marteen place, sir. All the information about the safe they have they got from the manufacturers and the people who installed it only a short time ago." Gard frowned.
So, I'll tell you everything, except how I got away. There's somebody else I may want to find." She glanced with infinite cunning at Brencherly, and began her finger signals as if practicing a dumb alphabet of which he alone knew the key. "Where did you receive her from, Doctor?" Field asked. "From Ogdensburg, sir.
He will have the hospitals canvassed. If you locate her, Brencherly, send my doctor to her at once. Get her to her own apartment, and don't let her talk. I want you to pick a man to watch the morgue; to look up every case of reported suicide that by any chance might be Mrs. Marteen here or in other cities."
Field gazed at the ghastly pallor of the woman's face, the maze of wrinkles and the twinkling brightness of her shifting eyes, as she stood staring about her unconcernedly. Her glance happened upon Brencherly. Her lips began to twitch and her hands to make signals, as if anxious to attract his attention. She writhed toward him.
His men were on the spot and reporting to him; but that could not make up for personal investigation. In view of these new developments, what would be Mrs. Marteen's next move? Some secret bond connected the three Mahr, Gard and Mrs. Marteen. Brencherly, alone in Gard's library, rose and paced the room, glancing at the desk clock every time his line of march took him past the table.
Brencherly was at the telephone. Almost at once, in answer to his ring, Doctor Balys' voice sounded over the wire in hasty congratulations and promises of immediate assistance. Hanging up the receiver, he turned again to his patient. Through the silent apartment the sound of the doorbell buzzed with sudden shock. The butler stood as if transfixed.
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