Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: September 26, 2025
"Now," said the Tracer of Lost Persons in a low voice to Captain Harren, "I am going to ask you to sit here for a few minutes while I interview the assistant curator. You don't mind, do you?" "No, I don't mind," said Harren wearily, "only, when are we going to begin to search for her?" "Very soon I may say extremely soon," said Mr. Keen gravely.
"But but I took that photograph! She stood there there by that very window!" The Tracer leaned over the photograph, examining it through the glass. And, studying it, he said: "Do you still see her in this photograph, Captain Harren?" "Certainly. Can you not see her?" "No," murmured the Tracer, "but I see the window which she really stood by when her phantom came here seeking you.
Then he straightened up to the full height of his slim but powerful figure. "At three?" he inquired bluntly. "At three o'clock in your room, Hotel Vice-Regent. Good morning, Captain." "Good morning," said Harren dreamily, and walked away, head bent, gray eyes lost in retrospection, and on his lean, bronzed, attractive face an afterglow of color wholly becoming.
"Also," continued Captain Harren, with growing animation, "to attempt to describe her figure would be utterly useless, because I am a practical man and not a poet, nor do I read poetry or indulge in futile novels or romances of any description.
Keen?" "Certainly," replied the Tracer gravely. "Please continue, Captain Harren." "All right, then. Here's the beginning of it: Three years ago, here in New York, drifting along Fifth Avenue with the crowd, I looked up to encounter the most wonderful pair of eyes that I ever beheld that any living man ever beheld! The most wonderfully beautiful "
I have a notion that numbers play a part in it you see where these crossed squares are bracketed those must be numbers requiring two figures " He fell silent again, and for another quarter of an hour he remained motionless, immersed in the problem before him, Harren frowning at the paper over his shoulder. "Come!" said the Tracer suddenly; "this won't do.
Harren started, then walked slowly to the center of the room as the pretty stenographer passed out with a curious level glance at him. "Why do you say that photography plays a part in my case?" he asked. "Doesn't it?" "Yes. But how " "Oh, I only guessed it," said Keen with a smile. "I made another guess that your case involved a cipher code. Does it?"
Report progress and send out a general alarm for the cashier inquired for by No. 3608. You will find details in vol. xxxix under B." "Is that all, Mr. Keen?" "Yes. I'm going to be very busy with" turning slowly toward Harren "with Captain Harren, of the Philippine Scouts, until to-morrow a very complicated case, Miss Borrow, involving cipher codes and photography "
You, of course, have no idea of the number of people of every sort and condition who are in our employ, of the ceaseless yet inoffensive surveillance we maintain. For example, when your letter came last week I called up the person who has charge of the army list. There you were, Kenneth Harren, Captain Philippine Scouts, with the date of your graduation from West Point.
Harren unlocked a drawer in the table, hesitated, looked strangely at the Tracer. "Mr. Keen," he said, "there is nothing on earth I hold more sacred than this. There is only one thing in the world that could justify me in showing it to a living soul my my desire to find her " "No," said Keen coolly, "that is not enough to justify you the mere desire to find the living original of this apparition.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking