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On the sixth day it was noised about that Senator Duvall had transferred his controlling interest to Rumford otherwise to the Universal Oil Company; that he had served only as a figurehead in the transaction, using his standing, social and political, to secure the charter which had been denied Rumford and his associates.
The latter did so with the utmost care, but found nothing of an incriminating nature. The two women sat in stony silence, showing little interest in the proceedings. Duvall went over to them. "Show me your rings," he said to Miss Norman. The woman held out her hand. "Take them off." She stripped from her finger three rings.
Then we will leave further details until to-morrow." He shook hands with his caller, escorted her to her automobile, then returned to the library and began a careful study of the two notes which Mrs. Morton had left with him. Here Grace found him, half an hour later. "Well," she said, coming up to him with a smile. "Shall I begin to pack our things?" Duvall put his arm about her.
A friendly and flattering bustle of anticipation filled the body of the hall as Doctor Duvall rose and moved one pace forward and raising a hand for silence began to speak. But he had no more than begun, had progressed no farther than part way of his first smoothly launched sentence, when he was made to break off by an unseemly interruption at the rear.
But before I go ahead I want you to give me a little assistance. Do you think you would know the woman who came to your rooms last night, in case you should see her again?" Miss Morton shuddered. "I I don't know. I do not think I saw her face. It was all so very sudden " "Tell me about it," Duvall said. "It may help me to get at the facts. That is, if you feel able to do so." "I think I do.
Duvall left the room, and ascended to the highest story in the building. Here he entered a small apartment, which contained many curious and remarkable things. A small printing press stood in one corner; in another was a pile of paper, and other materials; tools of almost every description lay scattered about, among which were the necessary implements for robbery and burglary.
Beyond any doubt, he was now in Marcia Ford's room. Had he been inclined to doubt it, two photographs upon the wall would have convinced him. One was a picture of the Ford girl herself. The other was a portrait of the woman of the cab, the one that Duvall fully believed to be the author of the attacks upon Ruth Morton.
It is what may happen to her that frightens me so." She took the two threatening letters from her handbag and gave them to the detective. "These came yesterday," she said, simply. Duvall took the letters, and proceeded to read them with the utmost care. When he looked up, his eyes were sparkling with interest.
The servant who had admitted Duvall had disappeared toward the rear of the house. Everything about her seemed quiet. She started across the hall, determined to enter the room into which Richard had just vanished, when she heard the sound of rapid footsteps approaching her. With a start she turned and again entered the parlor, assuming a careless manner she by no means felt.
I don't think so, sir. They would know at the garage, I guess." "Very well. Get me a cab. I want to be taken there at once." The starter called to one of the drivers, and a few moments later Duvall was being driven at a rapid rate toward the garage. His inquiries, on his arrival there, developed the fact that Leary had left for his home, on Second Avenue, some little time before.
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