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Episode Date: November 1, 2022

Deep Lake Mystery by Carolyn Wells audiobook. Genre: mystery Imagine, if you will, a murder committed in a sealed room. A room which has been sealed from the inside, that is, with no possible means of exit, excepting a dangerous plunge through a window into a deep, foreboding lake with swirling eddies and rocks abound. Add to that image a wreath of flowers around the head and across the chest of the victim, a crucifix, an orange, a feather scarf tucked in here and there, two crackers, a handkerchief, and a feather duster. And a nail. Oh, and one more item to add to the curious array of arranged paraphernalia - a watch in a water pitcher by the bedside. Now place yourself in a position to solve the mystery behind this obvious murder of a wealthy man who was liked by everyone, and had no known enemies. Carolyn Wells was a well known author of children's stories, until she began reading mystery stories written by Anna Katherine Green, and from then on she devoted her writings to puzzling mysteries in a similar vein. For ad-free listening try our premium subscription Chapters (Approximate) (00:00:00) Chapter 01 (00:27:24) Chapter 02 (00:56:22) Chapter 03 (01:25:39) Chapter 04 (01:54:11) Chapter 05 (02:22:35) Chapter 06 (02:51:28) Chapter 07 (03:19:35) Chapter 08 (03:47:56) Chapter 09 (04:15:52) Chapter 10 (04:44:31) Chapter 11 (05:13:04) Chapter 12 (05:42:21) Chapter 13 (06:11:22) Chapter 14 (06:39:27) Chapter 15 (07:05:39) Chapter 16 (07:33:48) Chapter 17 (08:02:59) Chapter 18 Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

THE DEAPLake Mystery by Carolyn Wells. Chapter 1 A stately pleasure dome. As I look back on my life, eventful enough in spots, but placid, even monotonous in the long stretches between spots, I think the greatest thrill I ever experienced was when I saw the dead body of Sampson Tracy. Imagine to yourself a man dead in his own bed

with no sign of violence or maltreatment, eyes partly closed, as he might be peacefully thinking, and no expression of fear or horror on his calm face. Now add to your mental picture the fact that he had round his brow a few flowers arranged as a wreath. More flowers diagonally across his breast, like a garland, clasped in his right hand, against his heart, an ivory crucifix, and in his left hand an orange.

Sticking up from behind his head showed the plume of a red feather duster, and drape round all this, like a frame, was a red chiffon scarf, a filmy but voluminous affair, deftly tucked in here and there, and encircling all the strange and bizarre details I have enumerated. On a pillow near the dead face lay two small crackers and a clean folded handkerchief. As I stared, my imagination flew to the Indians or the ancient Egyptians,

who provided their dead with food and toilet implements which were buried with them. But in this case... I believe it was Abraham Lincoln who said, If you have a story to tell, begin at the beginning, go through with the tail, and leave off at the ending. So, as I most assuredly have a story to tell, I will begin at the beginning and follow the prescribed directions.

It all began, I suppose, the night Keely Moore came to see me about fishing tackle. Key is a wonderful detective in all that, but when it comes to fishing, he's mighty glad to ask my advice. and Lord knows I'm glad to give it to him. We used to go fishing together every summer. Then Key took it into his silly head to get married, and to a girl who cares nothing about fishing. So from that you can see how things are.

But this time, Key seemed really excited about his prospects of fishing through the summer months. We're going to Wisconsin, he told me, with a note of joyousness in his voice, and gray do you know there are more than two thousand lakes in one county out in that foolish old state i'd like to fish in all of em i said with my usual lack of moderation you can't do that but you can fish in a few if you like laura sends you and i back it up an invitation to come out there as soon as we get settled and stay as long as you can that's a tempting bid i told him but i can't impose on newlyweds like that i'll go to the inn or lodge or whatever they have out there and see you every day no we want you with us we've taken a fairly good-sized house for the season and you must be our guest laura's asking a few of her friends and i want you

well he had little trouble in persuading me once i felt convinced that his wife's invitation was in good faith and i planned to go out there early in august they were going in july which left them time enough to get settled and get their home in running order so i went to wisconsin in august glad enough to get away from the city's heat and noise and dirt deep lake the choice of the moors was in onida county which is designated among the scenic sections of wisconsin as north woods eastern and scenic it surely was the last part of the train ride had shown me that and when we were motoring from the railroad station to the moor bungalow i was impressed with the weird beauty all about it was dusk and the tall trees looked black against the sky the sky. Long shadows of hemlocks and poplars fell across the road as the last glow of the sunset was fading, and the reflection in the lakes of surrounding scenery was clear, though dark and eerie-looking. We passed several lakes before we reached the journey's end. Here we are, Moore cried at last as we turned in at the gates of a most attractive estate.

A short road led to the front door and looked at the front door, and looked at the last. Laura came out to greet us. I liked Kea Moore's wife, though I never felt I knew her very well. She was of a reserve type, and while amiable and cordial, she was not responsive and never seemed to offer or invite confidence.

But she greeted me heartily and expressed real pleasure at having me there. She was very good-looking, a wholesome, Bonnie type, with an air of executive ability and absolute Savoy Fair. Her hair was dead gold, bobbed, and worn straight.

I think they call it a Dutch, Bob. Anyway, she had a trace of Dutch effect and reminded me of that early picture of Queen Willamina. She sent me to my room to brush up, but told me I needn't change as the bungalow was run informally. The place rejoiced in the name of Variable Winds, and though the moors guide the idea of having a name for such an unpretentious affair,

they admitted it was at least appropriate. I returned to the living room to find the group augmented by a few more people, one house guest and two or three neighbors. Cocktails appeared, and the cheery atmosphere dispelled the darksome and gloomy effects that had marked our drive from the station. I found myself next my fellow-greens. guest, a pleasant-faced lady who introduced herself. I'm Maude Merrill, she vouchsafed.

I'm staying here, so you must learn to like me. No trouble at all, I told her, and honestly, for I liked her at once. She was a widow, perhaps thirty or so, with white hair and deep blue eyes. I judged her hair was prematurely grayed, for her face was young and attractive. i'm an old schoolmate of laura moors she disclosed further and i'm up here for a fortnight are you staying long i'm invited indefinitely i return i'll stay a month i think if they seem to want me oh they will they've both looked forward to your coming with real delight and you'll like it here there's no end of things to do fishing of course and bathing and boating and golf and tennis and dancing and flirting in fact you can have just whatever sport you want sounds rather strenuous i had hoped for a restful time yes you can have that if you really want it let me give you a hint of the other guests the beautiful woman is katherine dallas she's about to be married to our next-door neighbor he isn't here to-night but one of his house-guests is here that tall thin man he's harper ames

i thanked her for her hints though i wasn't terribly interested but it's good to know a little about new acquaintances and often prevents unfortunate speeches especially with me for i've a shocking habit of saying the wrong thing and making enemies thereby at the table i found myself seated at my hostess's right hand and the beautiful mrs dallas on my other side it was a comfortable sort of party the conversation while not specially brilliant was unforced and gaily bantering two youngsters were present who added their flapper slid and to the general fund of amusement these two were posy may and dick hardy and though apparently about twenty they seemed to have world-wide knowledge and world-old wisdom my canoe upset this afternoon posy told the company with an air of being a heroine you upset it on purpose declared dick didn't neither i turned around too quickly yes and if i hadn't been on the job you'd be turning around there yet poesy keely said reproachfully you must be more careful deep lake is one of the deepest and most treacherous lakes in all wisconsin now don't cut up silly tricks in a canoe oh i know how to manage a canoe you manage to upset said laura more accusingly and pretty posy changed the subject.

After dinner there was a little bridge, but the youngsters were going to a dance, and Mrs. Dallas seemed to want to go home early, so Ames carried her off, and our own quartet was left alone. I was glad of it, for I like a chat with a few better than the rattle of the crowd, and it was not very long before Laura and Mrs. Merrill left us,

and Keely and I had the porch to ourselves. pleasant people i said by way of being decently gracious good enough he agreed to-morrow gray will fish it's open season for everything now and the limits are generous except muske-lunge you may bag only one per day of those but trout all kinds bass all kinds pickerel rock sturgeon oh we'll have the biggest time sounds good to me i returned heartily i'm happy to be here old scout and we'll fish and all that but don't put yourself about to entertain me i shan't but you must fall in with laura's plans won't you i mean seem pleased to attend her kettle-drums and what not even if it bores you of course i will your lady's word is law she's a brick isn't she yes and moore smiled happily at my somewhat crude compliment she's just that and such a help in my work your detective work what else she's more than a watson she's a real helpmate her insight and intuitions are marvellous and she sees through a bit of evidence and gets the very gist of it quicker than i can then you surely got the right one i certainly did but i hope to heaven there'll be no cases this summer i want a real vacation that's why i came way off here to get away from all crime calls

don't crow before you're out of the woods crimes can happen even in wisconsin and to me this whole country round looks like a perfect setting for a first-class criminal to work in hush i'm not superstitious but your suggestion of such a thing might bring it about and i don't want it you think you don't i smiled a little but deep in your heart you do you can't fish all the time and you're even now restively hankering to be back in harness shut up he growled talk of something pleasanter how do you like the dallas queen stunning seductive and serpentine i summed up the lady in question moore laughed outright i must tell laura that he said you see she agrees with you now i think the right words are stately gracious and charming all right i said you know her better than i do she is very beautiful i concede what do you mean concede are you against her how you do snap a fellow up no not exactly but i wouldn't trust her as far as i could see her and i'm near-sighted sometimes i think i'm no detective after all moore said slowly now she gives me no effect of hypocrisy or insincerity but she does hint those things to laura yes in a way then laura's more of a detective than you are but after i see more of the siren i may change my mind i didn't talk with her alone at all

what about the grumpy mr ames is he in love with the dallas not at all in the first place he wouldn't dare be for she is engaged to sampson tracy and tracy is not one to take him to tally and tracy is not one to take kindly to any poaching on his domain. Besides that, Ames is a woman hater, also a man hater, and I think an animal hater. Pleasant man? Yes, he's always in a fierce mood. I don't know, but I imagine he had an affair once. Oh, crossed in love and it made him queer. Rather, say, queered in love and it made him cross. Yes, he looks cross. Does he always? Always. He and Samt Tracy are old friends, and Sam can manage him, but nobody else can. Pleasant guest for Mr. Tracy to have about.

He doesn't mind. Pleasuredome is usually full of guests, and if anyone wants to sulk there at liberty to do so. Pleasuredome? Yes, that's the Tracy place. It's next to this, but at some distance off. You see, Deep Lake has a most irregular boundary line. It has all sorts of coves and inlets, and there's one that juts in behind the Tracy house.

It's so deep and black and so surrounded by trees that it's called the sunless sea. Why, that's from Coleridge's Kubla Khan, too. Yes, these are the lines. In Zanadu did Kubla Khan, a stately pleasure dome decree, where alf the sacred river ran, through caverns measureless to man, down to a sunless sea.

You know it, of course, but that will refresh your memory. Well, old Tracy, Is he old? Oh, no, he's 45, but he seems older somehow. Well, anyway, he's romantic and poetic and imaginative, and he has a fad for coleridge, collects additions of him and all that. So he built his enormous and gorgeous house

and called it Pleasuredome. And the deep arm of the lake, which is right beneath his own window, he calls the sun. sea and it is it's on the north side of the house and so hemmed in with great firs and cypresses that the sun never gets a look in must make a delightful sleeping-room oh there's plenty of sunlight from the east and west his rooms are in a wing a long l and you bet they have sunlight and all other modern improvements the house is a palace that all sounds nice for mrs dallas it is and samp is so drivelingly so besottedly in love with her that she will have everything her own way when she takes up the sceptre nobody else in the family the tracy family i mean no not now there was you see tracy's sister mrs remsen and her daughter used to live with him

then mrs remsen died about a year ago or a little more and then mrs dallas came into the picture and some think it was at her request tracy put his niece out the brute oh come now you don't know anything about it alma is a lovely girl but she's a high-handed sort all the tracies are and her uncle gave her a beautiful home on a nearby island on an island a girl alone she has with her an old family nurse who took care of her as a baby and old nurse's husband is her gardener and houseman, and old nurse's daughter is her waitress, and, oh, Lord, Alma Remsen is fixed all right. But on an island? But she likes being on an island. It was her own choice. She didn't want to stay with the new wife any more than the new wife wanted to have her.

You always fly off half-cocked. All right, all right, I soothed him. tell me more well that's all about alma she's a general favorite has lots of friends and all that but of course when the new mistress of pleasure dome comes in at the door alma's prospects will fly out of the window cut off entirely i'm not sure but i've heard so i suppose her uncle will always take care of her but she will no longer be the tracy heiress and how does miss alma take that not so good she has had several talks with the family lawyer and she has tried to wheedle her uncle but he's a queer dick is sam tracy and he obstinately refuses to make a new will or even consider its terms until after he's married and his present will leaves everything to alma she's his only living relative but his marriage will automatically kill cancel that will, and his wife will be sole inheritor unless he fixes the matter up. Which he will doubtless do?

Oh, I hope so. I hope the new wife will see to it that he does. But there's where Laura has her doubts. She doesn't like Catherine Dallas, somehow. Laura is of great perspicacity, I said. Where does Ames come here? in regarding the fortune nowhere that i know of he is an old friend of tracy's both socially and in a business way there is different as day and night ames is surly sulky and blunt tracy is suave gentle and of the pleasantest manners miss remsen's parents both dead oh yes her father died about fifteen years ago her mother recently had her mother lived i suppose tracy would have put them both out of the house just the same but mrs remsen being gone he sent alma and the servants to the island house then the girl is utterly alone in the world except for the suave uncle and her husband's to the island house then the girl is utterly alone in the world except for the suave uncle and her faithful servants. Just that. There was a sister. Alma had a twin, but she died as a baby or as a small

child. Her little grave is in a small God's acre on the Pleasuredome grounds. The mother and father are buried there, too, and some other relatives. I didn't know they had homestead cemeteries in Wisconsin, I thought they were confined to the New England states. It isn't usual, I believe, but the tracies are New England stock, and, anyway, the graves are there, and beautifully kept and tended, as everything about the place has to be. Sounds interesting. Shall I see the high-strung Alma? I didn't say high-strung. She is a very-strung. She is a very-strung. She is a very-strung. She is a normal, lovely nature, but I did say high-handed, for she is a determined sort, and if she

sets her mind to a thing, it has to go through. She has admirers? Oh, of course, but she rather flouts them. One of Tracy's secretaries is frightfully in love with her, but she scarcely notices him. Our friend has a multiplicity of secretaries, then? Two, that's all. But Samson Tracy is a man of large interests, and I fancy he keeps the two busy.

Billy Dean is the one in love with Alma, but the other, Charles Everett, is his superior. He's the chap who they'll tell me craves the Dallas lady? Yes, though, of course, Tracy doesn't know it. Everett wouldn't be there if he did. And Mrs. Dallas? What is her attitude toward the presumptuous secretary? Hard to say. I think she favors him, but she is too good a financier to throw over her millionaire for his underling. Well, I think I've had about all the local history I can stand for one night. Let's go in the house.

to my surprise laura moore and mrs merrill were in the lounge waiting for us the house was admirably arranged the great central room with doors back and front was called the lounge and served as both hall and living-room off this were two smaller rooms the card-room and the music-room to one side of these rooms were the bedrooms the bedrooms to one side of these rooms were the bedrooms and on the other side the dining-room and kitchen quarters the furnishings were simple and attractive with no mission pieces or attempts at camping effects i sat down on a wide davenport beside laura and said tentatively i believe you and i agree in our estimate of the dallas beauty then you have real good sense exclaimed laura heartily he won't see her as i do I won't either, put in Maude Merrill. It's disgraceful to knock a woman just because she's going to marry a rich man. Rich men want wives as well as poor men. I'm all for, Catherine Dallas.

You're jealous, Laura, because she is so beautiful. Laura only smiled at this and said, I've really nothing against her, except that I believe she had Alma turned out of her uncle's house. and why not demanded maud merrill no house is big enough for two families and though i don't know miss remsen well at all i do know that she is a girl of strong will and decided opinions they'd never be happy if alma stayed there i can't say as to all that i put in determined to have my word but i think with laura that the dallas is a lady of deep finesse and machiavellian cleverness yes just that cried keelie moore's wife well then said maud if she snared that millionaire by her cleverness she deserves her reward and she deserves a peaceful home which i doubt she'd have with a young girl bossing around too oh you women and moore wrung his hands in mock despair you're making up all this you don't know a thing about it really we can see said laura sagely

and there's no use prolonging this feudal discussion time will show you how right i am and meantime we'd better i'll go to bed end of chapter one recording by roger Chapter 2 of the Deep Lake Mystery by Carolyn Wells. This Libravox recording is in the public domain. Recording by Roger Maline. The Deep Lake Mystery by Carolyn Wells. Chapter 2. The Girl in the Canoe My room at variable winds was cheery and comfortable. Bright-hued curtains, painted furniture,

and bowls full of exquisitely tinted. California poppies, gave the place a colorful effect that pleased my aesthetic tastes. A perfectly appointed bathroom added to my content, and I concluded I would stay with the Moors as long as I could keep my welcome in good working order. Keely Moore was one of the best, if not the best, known detectives of the day, and while a quiet vacation would do him good, I was certain he was already itching to get back to his problems and mysteries, with which the city always supplied him. I threw off my coat and put on a dressing-gown, for the lake breezes were chill, and sat at a window for a final smoke.

I felt at peace with the world. Some houses give you that feeling, just as some others make you unreasonably nervous and irritable. The moon had risen, a three-quarter or nearly full moon, and its shimmering light across the lake made me turn off my room lights and gaze out at the scene before me. My room looked out on the lake, and the house itself was not more than a dozen yards from the water. The ground sloped gently down to a tiny bit of beach,

a little crescent that had been selected for the side of the house. On the right of this placid little piece of shore was the boathouse, a large one, with canoes, rowboats, and motorboats. Under the same roof was the bathhouse, and in front of that, out in the lake, were springboards, diving ladders, and all the contrivances on which the bathers

like to disport themselves. To the left was a bit of wild, rocky shore, for the edge of the lake was greatly diversified, and rocks abounded, both in and out of the water. A line of light came across, across the lake, but was now and then blotted out as the swiftly drifting clouds obscured the moon. I liked it better in the darkness, for the sight was impressive. From my window I could see a great stretch of water, and as a background, dense black growth of trees,

which came in many places down in the water's edge. Often these trees were on a slope and rose to a height almost to be called a hill, while again the ground stretched on a low-lying level as i looked the details of the landscape became clearer and i discerned a few faint lights here and there in the houses the big house nearest us i took to be pleasure dome not only because it was the next house but because i could dimly distinguish a large building surmounted by a gilded dome how could any man and his sober senses construct such a place to live in it seemed like a cross between the boston state house and the tajmahal i was really anxious to go over there and see the thing at closer range i decided to ask more to take me over the next day suddenly the lights all went out and the house and its dome disappeared from view looking at my watch i saw it was just one o'clock and concluded that the master of the house had his home darkened at that hour but after i again accustomed my eyes to the darkness i could see the outlines of pleasure dome and it looked infinitely more attractive in the half-light than it had done in the brightness of its own illumination as a whole though the lake scene was depressing

it had a melancholy dismal air that seemed to lay a damper on my spirits it was like a cold clammy hand resting on my forehead i even shook my head impatiently as if to fling it off and then smiled at my own foolishness but it persisted the lake was mournful it even seemed menacing with an exclamation of disgust at my own impressionableness i sprang up from my chair flashed on the lights and prepared for bed the bright pleasant room restored my equilibrium or equanimity or whatever it was that had been jarred and i found myself all ready for bed in a peaceful happy frame of mind i turned off the lights and then the lake lured me back to a last glimpse of its wild eerie beauty again i flung on my robe and sat at the window it seemed as if i couldn't leave it the black sinister water the dark shores with deep hollows here and there the waving sowing trees with thick underbrush beneath them all seemed possessed of a spirit of evil a frightful uncanny spirit that made me shiver with an unreasonable apprehension that held me in a thrall i have no use for premonitions i have no faith in presentiments but i had to admit to myself then a fear a foreboding of some intangible ghastly horror then would come the moonlight pale and sickly now and lasting but a moment before the clouds again blotted it out

yet i liked the darkness better for the moon cast such horrendous shadows of those black trees into the lake that it seemed to people the lake with monstrous maleficent beings who leered and danced like devils though i knew the hobgoblins were only the waving trees distorted in the moonlight i was none the less weak-minded enough to see portentous spectres that made my flesh creep with a half laugh and a half groan at my utter imbecility i declared to myself that i would go to bed and go to sleep but as i started to rise from my chair i saw something that made me sink back again the moon now was behind a light translucent cloud that caused a faint light on the lake round a jetting corner i saw a canoe come into my line of vision a moment's attention convinced me that it was no ghostly craft but an ordinary canoe propelled by a pair of human arms this touch of human companionship put to rout all my feelings of fear and even my forebodings of tragedy normally interested now i watch to see who might be out at that time of night and for what purpose the cloud dispersed itself and the full clasp itself and the full clobiles moonlight shone down on the boat and its occupant. To my surprise, it was a girl, a young-appearing girl, and she was paddling softly, but with a skilled stroke that told of long practice.

Her hair seemed to be silver in the moonlight, but I realized the light was deceptive, and the curly bob might be either flaxen or gold. She wore a white sweater and a white skirt, that much I could see plainly, but I could distinguish little more. She had no hat on, and I could see white stockings and shoes as the craft passed the house. She seemed intent on her work, and her beautiful paddling aroused my intense admiration. She did not look up at our house at all. Indeed, she seemed like an enchanted princess, doomed to paddle for her life, so earnestly did she bend to her occupation she passed the house and kept on in the direction of pleasure dome could she be going there i hardly thought so yet i watched carefully hanging out of my window to do so

to my surprise she did steer her little craft straight to the great house next door and turned as if to land there the tracy house was on a line with the moore bungalow that is on a curving line they were both on the same large crescent of lake shore pleasure dome had a cove or inlet behind it moore had told me but that was not visible from my window the front of the house was however and i distinctly saw the girl beach her canoe step lightly out and then disappear among the trees in the door direction of the house. I still sat steering at the point where she had been lost to my vision. I let the picture sink into my mind. I could see her as plainly in retrospect as I had in reality, that lismed slender figure, that graceful springy walk, but she had limped a very little, not as if she were really lame, but as if she had hurt her foot or strained her ankle recently. I speculated on who she might be.

Key had told me of no young girl living in the Tracy house now, since the niece had left there. Ah, the niece! Could this be Samson Tracy's niece, perhaps staying at her uncles for a visit and coming home late from a party? But she would have had an escort, or chaperone, or maid. Somebody would have been with her.

Yet how could I tell that? Key had said she was high-handed, and might she not elect to go about unescorted at any hour? I concluded it must be the niece, for who else could it be? Then I remembered that there might be other guests at Pleasuredome besides the morose and glum-looking aims. This then might be another house guest, and perhaps the young people of the Deep Lake community were in the habit.

of running wild in this fashion. Anyway, the whole episode had helped to dispel the gloom engendered by the oppressive and harrowing atmosphere of the lake scene, and I felt more cheerful. And as there was no sign of the girls returning, I concluded she had reached the house in safety and had doubtless already gone to bed.

I tarried quite a while longer, listening to the quivering, whispering sounds of the part, poplars, and an occasional note from a bird or from some small animal scurrying through the woods, and finally, with a smile at my own thoughts, I snapped off the lights and got into bed. I couldn't sleep at first, and then, just as I was about to fall asleep, I heard the light plash of a paddle. As soon as I realized what the sound was, I sprang up and hurried to the window. window. But I saw no boat. Whether the same girl or someone else, the boat and whoever paddled it, were out of sight, and though I heard, or imagined I heard, a faint and diminishing

sound as of paddling, I could see no craft of any sort. I strained my eyes to see if her canoe was still beached in front of Pleasuredome, but the moon was unfriendly now, and I could not distinguish objects on the beach. Again I began to feel that sickening dread of calamity, that nameless horror of tragedy, and I resolutely went back to bed with a determination to stay there till morning, no matter what that God-forsaken lake did next.

I carried out this plan, and when the morning broke in a riot of sunshine, singing birds, blooming flowers, and a smiling lake, I forgot all the night thoughts and their burdens and gave myself over to a joyous outlook. Breakfast was at 8.30,

and was served on an enclosed porch looking out on the lake. You know, you don't have to get up at this ungodly hour, Laura said as she smiled her greeting. But we are wide awakes here. Suits me perfectly, I told her. I've known.

love for the feathers after the day has really begun. Twice during our cozy breakfast, I was moved to tell about the girl in the canoe, but both times I suddenly decided not to do so. I couldn't tell why, but something forbade the telling of that tale, and I concluded to defer it at any rate. The chat was light and trifling. Somehow it drifted round to the subject of happiness. My idea of happiness, Laura said, which I know full well

I shall never attain, is to do something I want to do without feeling that I ought to be doing something else. Heavens and earth, exploded her husband. Anyone would think you're a veritable slave.

What are these honorous duties you have to perform that keep you from doing your others? Laura laughed. oh not all the time but there is much to do in a house where the servants are ill-trained and incompetent and where one has guests maud merrill smiled at her and i smiled too i'm out of it i cried you ought to help your friend out mrs merrill but being a mere man i can't do anything to help around the house laura laughed gaily and said don't take a it all too seriously. I do as I please most of the time, but, well, I suppose the truth is, I'm too conscientious. That's it, Key agreed, and, you know, conscience is only a form of vanity.

One wants to do right, so one can pat oneself on the back and feel a glow of holy satisfaction. That's so, Key, Laura quickly agreed, and I otherwise. to pamper my vanity so i won't make that blackberry shortcake you're so fond of this morning i'll read a novel and bear with a smile the slings and arrows of my conscience as it reproves me no kee told her that's carrying your vannery scourging too far make the short cake dear girl not so much for me as for norris here i want him to see what a bird of a cook you are." Laura shook her head, but I somehow felt that the shortcake would materialize, and then Key and I went out on the lake. We went in a small motor launch, and he proposed that I should have a survey of the lake

before we began to fish. "'It's one of the most beautiful and picturesque lakes in the county,' he said, and I could easily believe that, as we continually came upon more and more rugged coves and strange rock formations. "'Those are dells,' Key said, pointing to weird and wonderful rocks that disclosed caves, grottoes, chasms, natural bridges, and here and there cascades and waterfalls. "'Please be duly impressed, Gray, for they're really wonderful. You know, Wisconsin is the oldest state of all, I mean as to its birth. Geologists say that this whole continent was an ocean, and when the first island was thrust up above the surface of the waters, it was Wisconsin itself.

Then the earth kindly threw up the other states, and so here we are. I thought all these lakes were glacial. Oh yes, so they are, but you don't know much, do you? the glacial period came along a lot later and as the slow-moving fields of ice plowed down through this section they scooped out the mississippi valley the beds of the great lakes and also the beds of innumerable little lakes there are seven thousand lakes in wisconsin and two thousand in onyta county alone i am duly impressed key but quite as much by the way you rattle off this information as by the knowledge itself where'd you get it all out of the automobile book he returned unabashed most interesting reading better have a shy at it some time i will now is this pleasure dome we're coming to yes thought you'd like to see it it's really a wonder house you know we'll be invited there to dine or something but i want you to see it now as a picture it was impressive the great pile rising against the background of dark trees and with the foreground of the foreground of brilliant flower-beds fountains and arbors a critic might call it too ornate too elaborate but he would have to admit it was beautiful a building of pure white marble its lines were simple and true its proportions vast and noble and save

for the gilded dome, all its effects were of the utmost dignity and perfection. And the dome, to my way of thinking, was in keeping with the majesty of it all. No lesser type of architecture could have stood it, but this semi-baric pile proudly upheld its glittering crown with a sublime daring that justified the whole. There were numerous and involved terraces, all of white men, but the white, and it was, marble that disappeared and reappeared among the trees in a fascinating way. White pergolas bore masses of beautiful flowers or vines, and back of it all rose the black wooded slopes that surrounded most of the lake.

We'll slip around for a glimpse of the sunless sea, Key said, and I almost cried out as we came upon the place. A strange chance had made a huge pull. of water, almost square, as an arm of lake, and this, stretched behind the house, was like a midnight sea. Dark, even in broad daytime, because of the dense woods all around it, it also looked deep and treacherous. A slight breeze was blowing, but this proved enough to ruffle the waters of the sunless sea in a dangerous-looking way. Don't go in there, I cried, and Key turned aside. I didn't intend to, he said.

I was just throwing a scare into you. It's really devilish. A sudden wave can suck you down to interminable depths. You're not afraid, really. Oh, no, I assured him. But it's pesky frightensome to look at, especially... again I was on the verge of telling him of the scene on the lake the night before, and again I stopped, held back by some force outside myself.

"'Especially why?' he asked curiously, but I evaded the issue by saying, "'Especially when one is on a holiday!' He laughed, and we turned away from Pleasuredome. "'Now I'll show you the island,' he said. and then we'll tackle the tackle we went rapidly back past pleasure dome on down the lake past moore's own place and then on a bit farther to the island they call it whistling reeds and it's a good name he said when the wind's a certain way and it's quiet otherwise you can hear the reeds whistle like birds you do have most interesting places i said and who lives here and where's the house alma remsen lives here the niece of sampson tracy i told you about last night you can't see the house the trees are so thick i should say they were and i stared at the dense black mass why doesn't she cut a vista at least

she doesn't want it i believe thinks it's more picturesque like this i'd be scared to death to live there no reason to be nothing untoward ever happens up here all peaceable citizens but fancy living in such a place how do they get provisions and all that oh that's easy lots of the dealers deliver their stuff in canoes or motor-boats See, there's the boat house. Someday we'll call here. Alma likes my wife. She'll be glad to see us. I suppose she's a canoeist? Everybody's that around here.

I mean the people who live all the year around. A good many people live on islands. They like it. This island, you see, is a big one, about two or three acres, say. that gives miss remsen room for tennis courts and gardens and pretty much anything she wants and the house is very pleasant nothing like pleasure dome but a bigger house than the one we're in we turned then and started off toward the spot where key elected to do as fishing hello he said as we moved on there is alma now that's miss remsen we were now about midway between the moor bungalow and the island of whistling reeds i looked to see a girl come down to the floating dock of the boat-house spring into a canoe and paddle away

i said nothing aloud but to myself i said it was the girl i had seen in a canoe the night before there was no mistaking that slim lithe figure that graceful capable way of managing the boat and she even wore what seemed to me to be the same clothes, a white skirt and white sweater. She had on a small white felt hat, and I noticed that she did not limp at all. As I had surmised, the limp was occasioned by some slight and temporary strain or bruise. Well, don't eat her up with your eyes, exclaimed more, and I realized I had been staring.

Also, I was just about to tell him of seeing her before, but the chaffing tone he used somehow shut me up on the subject. So I only said, gaily, bowled over by the lady of the lake, and laughed back at him. That's what she's called up here, he informed me. She's in her canoe so much, and manages it so perfectly, she seems like a part of it of course wherever she goes she has to go in that or in some boat can't get on and off an island in a motor-car must be an awful nuisance she doesn't find it so says she likes it better than a motor look at her paddle isn't she an expert she sure is and i held my tongue tightly to refrain from

saying that she seemed to me to have paddled even more beautifully the night before but i said to myself that was doubtless the glamour loaned by the moonlight and the witchery of the night scene miss remsen soon reached pleasure dome and we could see her beach her canoe and follow her with our eyes for a few steps until she disappeared behind a clump of small trees we set to work then in good earnest and i saw in keely moore for the first time being an embodiment of perfect happiness he loved to fish even alone but better still he loved to fish with a congenial companion and we were that though not friends of such very long standing we were similar in our likes and dislikes as well as in our dispositions we had an identical liking for silence at times and as a rule we chose the same times often we would sit for half an hour in a sociable silence and then break into the most animated conversation this morning after we had begun to fish such a spell fell upon us i was glad for i wanted to think things out to learn if possible why i was so interested or why indeed i was interested at all in alma just because i saw her paddling over to her uncle's house the night before and again this morning was that enough to make me feel that i must keep still about the first excursion and if so why i didn't even know yet what she looked like so it couldn't be that i had fallen for a pretty face i didn't even know whether she had one i thought of asking key that but decided not to

a strange vague instinct held me back from mentioning alma remsen's name suddenly he said damn in a most explosive way and not unnaturally i thought he had lost one of those biggest of all big fishes but as he began pulling in his empty line and making other evident preparations for bringing our fishing party to an end i mildly asked for light on the subject got to go home he said like a sulky child what for see that red flag in the bungalow window that means come home at once laura only uses it in cases of real importance so we've got to go end of chapter two chapter three of the deep lake mystery by caroline wells this librivox recording is in the public domain the deep lake mystery by caroline wells chapter three the tragedy the tragedy as we went up the steps and crossed the porch of the moor bungalow we saw a man seated in the the lounge talking to Laura. Both jumped up at our approach, and Laura cried out, Oh, key, Mr. Tracy is dead. Samson Tracy, dead, exclaimed Moore, with a look of blank consternation. Yes, the man said tersely, and not only dead, but murdered. I'm police

Detective March. I've just come from the Tracy House. You see, everything is at sixes and sevens over there. Nobody authorized to take the helm, though plenty of them want to do so. In a way, Everett, the secretary, is head of the heap, but a guest there, Mr. Ames, refuses to acknowledge that Everett has any say at all. Claims he is Tracy's oldest and closest friend, and insists on taking charge himself. Why shouldn't he? asked Keely Moore quietly. Well, why should he? countered the policeman.

And besides, I think he's the man who killed Tracy. But here's my errand here. It seems Mr. Ames was here last night to dinner. Laura nodded assent to his inquiring glance. Well, he formed a high opinion of Mr. Moore's detective ability, and he wants to engage his services, if possible. Key Moore was a tall, dark man, about 35 or so. But when he undertook a case, or even thought about undertaking a case,

he seemed to change his personality. Rather, he intensified it. He seemed to be taller, darker, and older. i saw this change come over him at once as he listened to the police detective's words there is a phrase about an old war-horse scenting the battle i've never seen such a thing but i am sure it implies the same attitude that moore showed at the moment his eyes took on a far-away look that was yet alert and perceptive his hands showed strained muscles as he grasped the back of the chair that stood in front of him his lips lost their smiling curve and set in a straight line i knew all these gestures well and i knew that not only would he take up the case but that he was anxious to get at it at once laura knew it too and i heard her sigh as she resigned herself to the inevitable it wasn't necessary for any of us to say we had hoped key was to have a rest from his work an idle vacation the two moors and i knew that and we all knew too

that the vacation was broken in upon and there would be no rest for the busy inquiring brain until the tracy case was settled for all time i don't know about accepting this offer of mr ames to engage my services Key said. But I will most certainly look into the matter, and if I can be of help, we can make definite arrangements. Tell me a little more of the circumstances, please, and then we will go over to the pleasure dome. It seems the butler or housekeeper was in the habit of taking tea to Mr. Tracy's room of a morning at nine o'clock. Well, this morning the door was locked, and nobody responded to Knox on it. So, you can get the connecting data later, sir. They broke in and found Mr. Tracy dead in bed,

with the strangest doings all about. What do you mean by strange doings? Well, he was all dulled up with flowers and a long red scarf, and, if you please, a red feather duster sticking up behind his head. Did you see all this? demanded Moore, his eyes growing darker every minute.

Yes, and that's not half. There was an orange in his hand, and crackers on his pillow, and a crucifix against his breast. Come on, said Moore, quietly, but in a tone of suppressed excitement. Let's get over there before they disturb all that scenery. I never heard of such astounding conditions.

No, sir, I'll say you didn't, March agreed. I felt a bit miffed when they told me to come and get you. Any detective would, you know, but when I came to think over all that hodgepodge of evidence, I knew it was a case too big for me to tackle alone. I hope you'll let me help you, sir. Oh, of course, said Moore, a little impatiently, as he urged the detective to start. Will your car hold us all? His glance included me, and March answered,

Oh, yes, I've one of Mr. Tracy's big cars. When we reached the great house and stopped at the landing place under the Port Coshire, I was more than ever impressed by the beauty all about. there was nothing glaring or ostentatious the bit of veranda we traversed to reach the front door was brightened with a few railing flower-boxes and potted palms but it was quietly dignified and stately stately was the key word for the whole place and i suddenly remembered that kubla khan's pleasure dome was described as stately surely sampson tracy had since the real meaning of the phrase. Inside, the house was the same. Marked everywhere by good taste,

the appointments were of the finest and best. There seemed to be a great many people about. Servants were coming and going, and policemen were here and there. March took more and myself directly to the library, where Inspector Farrell was awaiting us. Also present were Ames, who we already knew, and a young man who proved to be Charles Everett, the confidential

secretary of the dead man. I took to Everett at once. He was the clean-cut type of so many of our efficient young American secretaries. He looked capable and wise, and being introduced bowed gravely. Ames took up the matter at once. He looked perturbed rather than grump, this morning, but his speaking voice had an unpleasant twang, and I saw Key stiffen up, as if he would certainly decline to be at this man's beckon call. I sent for you, Mr. Moore, Ames began, to get your help in unraveling the mystery of Samson Tracy's death. As you will soon learn, the conditions are startlingly unusual, even bizarre. But I have heard that the more bizarre.

the clues and evidence the easier a case is to solve so i beg you to get at it at once and exert your most clever efforts but i haven't yet said i would take the case for you more told him why not cried eames his face lowering in a pettish frown i shall make no objections on your terms whatever they may be in reason i shall not trammel you with any restrictions or annoy you with any advice i am told you are a famous detective i know you for a friend of mr tracy why then would you hesitate to solve the problem of his death and learn the identity of his murderer are you sure he was murdered asked more you see i know little of the facts in the case no broke in inspector farrell no we don't know that he was murdered and the facts that we do know are seemingly contradictory i trust mr moore that you will look into the matter at least and give us the benefit of your findings whether you officially take up the case or not i cannot say more told him until i am in possession of the details of the tragedy nor do i want it told me here let me see the body let me inquire for myself concerning the facts and let me draw my own conclusions only after that can i decide whether i take on the case or not i think you very unreasonable mr moore eames grumbled i want you to be my agent in this matter and so i want you to start in fully equipped with my sanction

and authority. Just how much authority have you here, Mr. Ames, asked more, looking at him thoughtfully. As the oldest and nearest friend of Samson Tracy, and as his intimate confidant and advisor, I think I can claim more authority than anyone else. In fact, the man had no relatives in the world, except a niece. He had no friends of a confidential nature,

except myself. I am not referring to financial affairs. They are in the hands of his lawyers and his secretaries. But if he has been murdered, I propose to hound down the wretch who was responsible for his death. I know much about Tracy's life that nobody else knows. I know of those who might wish him dead, and my knowledge, combined with the skill of a canny detective, must bring out the truth. This was straightforward talk, and Ames, though his face wore an aggrieved expression, spoke concisely and to the point. But after all, his manner was truculent. He didn't ask Moore's help so much as he demanded it, almost commandeered it.

I was not surprised to see Key stick to his first decision. I appreciate all you say, Mr. Ames, Key said. said, But I repeat, I am not willing to take a case until I look into it. Do not delay further, but let us go at once to the scene of the tragedy. Ames glowered, but without another word, he led the way from the room and turned toward the staircase. The broad steps, carpeted with red velvet, branched halfway up, and turning to the right, Ames conducted us to Samson Tracy's rooms. They were in a wing that had been flung out at the back of the house, probably as a later addition to the structure. Entrance was through a private hall and then into a foyer or ante-room,

from which led several doors. This is the bedroom, said the inspector, taking a key from his pocket as he paused before one of the doors. I thought you had to break in, Moore said. looking at the unmarred door. Not exactly, Farrell told him. The door was locked and the key inside, in the lock. But they got the garage mechanician up here,

and he managed to dislodge the key and then get the door unlocked with his tools. He opened the door and we filed in, the inspector first, then Moore and I, then Ames and Detective March. ferrell closed and locked the door behind us and it was then that i saw the strange the grotesque spectacle of sampson tracy's death-bed the first thing that caught my attention and from which i found it well-nigh impossible to detach my vision was the red feather duster a full plume of bright red feathers seemed to crown the head on the pillow the handle of the duster had been thrust down behind and under the head and only the red plume showed of such fine light feathers that a few fronds waved at a step across the room or a movement near the bed

then i looked at the rest of the strange picture samson tracy was a large and heavy man his head was large and his face was of the conformation sometimes called pear-shaped He had heavy jaws, pendulous jowls, and a large mouth. Clean-shaven as to face, his hair was thick and rather long. His eyebrows were bushy, and his half-opened eyes of a glassy and yet dull blue. His hair was iron-gray, and round his brow were wreathed some blossoms of blue lark spur. across his chest diagonally was a garland of the same flowers. The blossoms were not tied or twined. They had merely been laid in a row in order to form a vine-like garland.

The right hand, bent to rest on his breast, held a crucifix, and in the left was, of all things, a small orange. His head lay on one large pillow, and on the other pillow was a folded handkerchief, and also two small sweet crackers, and encircling the head and shoulders, framing all these strange details, a long and wide scarf of soft and filmy scarlet chiffon, a beautiful scarf, from a woman's point of view, but a peculiar adjunct to a man's taking off. i stared at all this quite forgetting to look at more to see how he was taking it when i did glance up at him hearing his voice i saw he had evidently completed his scrutiny of the bed and had turned to harper ames

why do you think mr tracy was murdered key asked of the glum-faced one what other theory is possible ames returned a suicide would not place all that flummediddle about himself. A natural death wouldn't have such decorations either. So he was killed, either by someone with the most distorted sense of humor, or there is a meaning in each seeming bit of foolishness. What did he die of, exactly? That we don't know yet. The doctor will be here any minute, and the coroner, too.

Even as he spoke, Dr. Rogers arrived. He was the family physician, and as Farrell opened the door to his knock, he went straight to the bed. "'What's all this rubbish?' he exclaimed, reaching for the scarf. "'Don't touch it, if you can help it, doctor,' March implored him. "'It may be evidence.' "'Evidence of what?' "'Crime, murder, or is it a natural? death. Dr. Rogers was making his examination with as little disturbance as might be of the flowers

and scarf. But the feather duster, he pulled from its place and flung across the room. The orange followed it and the crackers. Pick them up if you want them for clues, he said. You know where they were found, and I won't have my friend photographed with all those monkey tricks about him. March picked up the things with a due regard for possible fingerprints and stored them away in a drawer of the chiffonnier. Finally, Dr. Rogers straightened up from his examining and rose to his feet. Apoplexy, he said.

What's all this talk about murder? Samson Tracy is dead of apoplexy, as I have often told him he would be if he kept on with his plan of eating and drinking, too much and taking little or no exercise, he had an epileptic stroke last night, which proved fatal. He died, as nearly as I can judge, about two o'clock. As to these foolish trinkets, they were brought in here later and placed round him after he was dead. You can see that, though he seemed to hold the cross and the orange in his hands, they weren't tightly held,

the fingers were bent round them after death. It must have been the deed of some child or of some servant who was mentally lacking. Is there a girl of twelve or fourteen on the place? But I've no time to Terry now. I'm on my way to the train. I'm going for my vacation on a trip through Canada and down the Pacific coast.

I'd throw it over, of course, if I could be of any use. But I can't, and my wife is waiting for me. I've given my statement as to Tracy's death, and I know I'm right. Here comes coroner Hart now. I say, Hart, the inspector and Mr. Ames here will tell you my findings, and I know you'll corroborate me. It's all a terrible pity, but I knew he was digging his grave with his teeth. No amount of advice did a bit of good.

as to the flowers and rags look for a twelve-year-old girl there are the ones who kick up such bobberies maybe the housekeeper has a grandchild or maybe there is a kitty in the chauffeurs or gardener's cottage good-bye i must run sorry but to lose this local train means to upset our reservations all along the trip the doctor hurried away yet so popular had been his diagnosis and so logical his disinclination to linger when he could be of no possible use that we all forgave him in our minds the coroner gave a start at the masses of flowers somewhat disarranged by dr rogers's manipulations and drew nearer to the body farrell told him how things had been before dr rogers removed the feather duster and threw out the orange and crackers he ought to have left them alone heart declared angrily it doesn't really matter put in march i know exactly how they were lying and anyway rogers says it's a natural death natural with all that jim crack show he says that's the work of a mischievous child for preference a little girl of twelve or fourteen he's thinking of poltergeist he's got that sort of thing on the brain let me take a look at the body so dr hart sat on the side of the bed and made his examination of the dead millionaire there is every symptom of apoplexy he said at last and no symptom of anything else yet i feel a little uncertainty we'll have to see what the autopsy says

when can you have that aames asked him very soon this afternoon probably but it is important now to make inquiries as to conditions last night you were here mr ames yes that is i am staying here visiting you know but last evening i was out to dinner with our neighbor mr moore here what time did you get home not late about eleven i think had mr tracy gone to bed then no he was waiting up for me we went into the smoking-room and had a smoke and a chat what time did you retire we went upstairs about midnight i should say i said good-night to him on this floor and then went on upstairs to my own room and then went on upstairs to my own room he seemed in his usual health and spirits so far as i noticed yes you heard nothing unusual in the night nothing at all what was the subject of your conversation last evening nothing of serious moment he asked me who were at the moor party and i told him he was lightly interested but cared only to hear about mrs dallas who was his fiance and who was at the party and mr tracy was not there no he had been invited but well he had had a little tiff with the lady and in a moment of anger had declined the invitation he was sorry afterward and wished he had accepted it i begged him to go in my place i would have willingly stayed home but he wouldn't hear of such a thing

then i wanted a telephone mrs moore the hostess and ask her to make room for him too but he wouldn't allow that either so i went to the dinner and mrs dallas went but mr tracy stayed at home alone i think so except for his two secretaries when i came home he was in a pleasant enough mood and i concluded he had thought it all over and straightened it out in his mind one way or another i didn't refer to the matter at all but he asked me many questions about mrs dallas such as how she looked what mood she was in and whether she said anything about him just such questions as a man would naturally ask about his absent sweetheart all this properly belongs to the inquest coroner hart said but i want to get any side-lights i can while the matter is fresh in your mind do you know this room well mr ames not at all i've only been in here once or twice in my life then you can't tell me if anything is missing no i think not ames looked around no i don't know anything about the appointments here or do you mean valuables anything at all i think we can't blink the fact that somebody came in here after the man was dead and arranged all those weird decorations now maybe that somebody took away something as well.

That I don't know, Ames reiterated. I know nothing of Tracy's belongings. The man had been pleasant enough at first, but now he was resuming his irritable manner, and I wondered if he would get really angry. Keely Moore was saying almost nothing, but I knew he was losing no points of what was happening, and I rather expected him to break out soon,

He did. Perhaps, Dr. Hart, he said quietly, it might be a good idea to get Mr. Tracy's man-servant or housekeeper up here and find out a little more about the appointments of this room. For instance, whether the orange and crackers were already here or whether the mysterious visitor brought them. I was just about to do that, Mr. Moore, the coroner said, with such haste that I had my doubts of his veracity.

But he rang a bell in the wall, and we waited for a response. The butler himself answered it, a rather grandiose personage, in the throes of excitement and grief at the terrible happenings to his master. Well, Griscombe, Ames said with his habitual frown, these gentlemen want to ask you some questions, answer them as fully as you can. Was it Mr. Tracy's habit to have a bit of fruit or a cracker in his room at night?

The coroner inquired. Yes, sir, said the butler, and the sound of his own voice seemed to steady him. He always had an orange or a few grapes and a cracker or two on the table by his bed, sir. And do you think this orange and these crackers are the ones put out for him last night? I'm sure of it, sir. I put them out myself. Then where is the plate? Surely you had them on a plate. Of course, sir. They were on a small gilt-edged plate. I don't see it about. No, I don't either. Had Mr. Tracy a valet?

No, sir. He didn't like a man fussing about. I attended him, sir, and a footman helped me out now and then. And Mrs. Fen, she's cook and housekeeper, sir. She looked after his clothes, saving what I did myself. Have you any reason to think your master would take his own life? Oh, Lord, no, sir. Begging your pardon, but he was very fond of life, was Mr. Tracy. I thought he died of a fit, sir.

probably he did a fit or stroke of apoplexy i begin to think inspector we have no murder mystery in our hands after all no said feral shaking his head apparently not apparently yes said keely more quietly he had been looking at the dead and though he had not moved but had stood for a long time with his hands in his pockets, staring down at the still figure on the bed, I knew somehow that he had made a discovery. Stand over here, please, Inspector, he said in his calm matter-of-fact way. Farrell went and stood beside him, and Moore pointed to a very small circular object that shone like silver, though nearly hidden by the thick and rather long hair. of Sampson Tracy.

It was the head of a nail that had been driven into the man's skull. End of Chapter 3. Chapter 4 of the Deep Lake Mystery by Carolyn Wells. This Libravox recording is in the public domain. The Deep Lake Mystery by Carolyn Wells. Chapter 4. The nail. My God!

Farrell exclaimed. stepping closer and pushing aside the gray hair, thus clearly revealing the awful truth. A flat-headed nail, the head, rather more than a quarter of an inch in diameter, had been driven into the skull with such force that it showed merely as a metal disc. Having been hidden by the dead man's hair, it had remained unnoticed until Moore's quick eyes espied it. Farrell picked at it a little. but it was far too firmly fastened to be moved by his fingers. What shall we do? the inspector asked, helplessly.

Shall we try to get Dr. Rogers back? No, returned the coroner. He's just starting on a long trip. Let him go. He could do nothing, and it would be a pity to spoil his journey. His diagnosis of apoplexy was most natural in the circumstances, for the symptoms are the same. I, too, thought death was the result of an apoplectic stroke. But now we know it is black murder.

The case comes directly within my jurisdiction, and there's no occasion to recall Dr. Rogers. You're right, Ames assented. But who could have done this fearful thing? I can hardly believe a human being capable of such a horror. Mr. Moore, you simply must take up. this case. It ought to be a problem after your own heart." Every word the man uttered made me dislike him more. To refer to this terrible tragedy as a

problem after Moore's own heart seemed to me to indicate a mind callous and almost ghoulish in its type. I knew Key well enough to feel sure that he would investigate the murder, but not at the behest of Harper Ames. He only acknowledged Ames' speech by a non-committal nod and turned to Detective March. We have our work cut out for us, he said very gravely. I have never seen a stranger case. The murderer must have been a man of brute passions and brute strength.

That nail is almost embedded in the bone, and I fancy needed more than one blow of the hammer that drove it in, but first as to the doors and windows. You tell me they were locked this morning? Yes, sir, answered Griscombe, the butler, as Moore looked at him. He was a smallish man, bald, and with what are sometimes called Popeyes. He stared in a frightened manner, but he controlled his voice as he went on. to tell his story.

Yes, sir. I brought the master's tea at nine o'clock, as always. The door was locked. Is it usually locked in the morning? More interrupted. Sometimes, not always. When it is locked, I knock, and Mr. Tracy would get up and open the door.

If unlocked, I walked right in. And this morning it was locked, and the key in the lock on the inside? Yes, sir, so I knocked. But when there was no answer, I got scared. Why were you scared? Because Dr. Rogers had often told me that Mr. Tracy was in danger of an apoplectic stroke, and that I must do anything I could to make him eat less and take more exercise.

I've been with the master a long time, sir, and I had the privilege of a bit of talk with him now and then. So I did try to persuade him to obey the doctor's orders, and he would laugh and promise to do so. But he soon forgot it as soon as he saw some dish he was fond of, and he'd eat his fill of it. Go on, Griscombe, Moore said. What happened next?

I went to Mr. Everett. Yes, he went to Everett, broke in the room. the aggrieved voice of Harper Ames. Why did he do that instead of coming to me, I'd like to know? Go on, Moore instructed the butler. I went to Mr. Everett, sir. He was up and dressed, and he said at once to get Louis, that's the chauffeur, and tell him to bring some tools.

I did that, and Louis first pushed the key out of the lock, and then poked around, with a wire until he got the door open. Then we came in. Who came in? Mr. Everett and Mr. Ames, and me, sir. And Mrs. Fen, she's the housekeeper. She saw Louis running upstairs, so she came too. And you saw... Mr. Tracy, just as he was when you first saw him, sir. Just as he is now, except for the things Dr. Rogers chucked out. Is that door, the one that was locked, the entrance to the whole suite?

Yes, sir, that door is the only one connecting these rooms with the house. I see. Now, what about the windows? They haven't been touched, sir. Keymore turned his attention to the windows. There were many of them, the suite of Samson's and tracies was a rectangular wing built out from the main house and having windows on three sides but all of these windows overlooked the deep black waters of the sunless sea it had been the whim of the man to have his quarters thus to be surrounded on all sides by the water of the lake that he loved and he usually had all the windows wide open doubtless enjoying the lake breezes that played through the rooms and listening to the birds whose notes broke the stillness of the night. What is below these rooms? Moore asked.

The big ballroom, sir, nothing else. After scrutinizing every window in the bedroom, dressing room, bathroom, and sitting room, Moore said slowly, these windows seemed to me to be inaccessible from below. It was characteristic of the man that he, he didn't say they were inaccessible, but merely that they seemed so to him, as they certainly did to the rest of us. We all looked out, and in every instance the sheer drop to the lake was about fifteen or more feet. The outer walls of marble presented no foothold for even the most daring of climbers.

They were smooth, plain, and absolutely unscalable. It is certain no one entered by the windows, Moore said at last, having looked out of every one. I suppose the house is always carefully secured at night? Yes, sir, Griscombe assured him. Mr. Tracy was very particular about that. He and all the household had latch keys, and the front door, indeed all the doors and windows, were carefully seen to. who has latch keys mr everett mr dean myself and the housekeeper then there are others which are given to guests mr ames had one with so many latch keys about one may have been abstracted by some evil-minded person not likely sir we keep strict watch on them

well that would only give entrance to the house how could any one get into and out of mr tracy's room leaving the door locked on the inside i knew more purposely voiced this problem himself to head off those who had asked it of him he had often said to me if you don't want a question asked of you ask it yourself of somebody else and so as he flung this at them each felt derelict in not being able to reply but ames's querulous voice volleied the question back that's why i want you to do up this business moore he said that's what makes it such a pretty problem moore could stand this no longer for an intimate friend of a martyred man i should think you would see the matter in a more personal light than a pretty problem oh i do i'm sad and sorry enough but i don't wear my heart in my sleeve and first of all i'm keen to avenge my friend and i know that what's to be done must be done quickly so get busy i beg the more aim said the less i liked him and i knew kee felt the same way about it but the man was right as to haste being advisable. The circumstances were so peculiar, the condition so fantastic, that search for the criminal must be made quickly, or a man of such diabolical cleverness would put himself beyond our reach. The inspector, the police detective, and Keely Moore,

consulted a few moments, and then Inspector Farrell said, The case is altered. Now that we know it is willful murder, and not a stroke of illness, we must act accordingly. Coroner Hart will conduct an immediate inquiry preliminary to his formal inquest. No one may leave this house. You, Griscom, will tell the servants this, and I shall call in more help from the police station to guard the place. We will go downstairs, and the coroner will choose a suitable room and begin his investigation.

Feral was an efficient director, though in no way a detective. He locked the door that commanded the whole apartment after he had heard it us all out. We filed downstairs, and I could hear women's voices in a small reception room as we passed it. The coroner chose a room which was fitted up as a sort of writing room. It was of moderate size and contained several desks or writing tables. tables evidently a writing-room for guests there was a bookcase of books and a table of periodicals and newspapers clearly the house had every provision for comfort and pleasure save for the sinister atmosphere now pervading it i felt i should have liked to visit there the coroner settled himself at a table and instructed griscombe to send in the house servants one at a time he also told the butler to serve breakfast as usual and advised harper ames to go to the dining-room as he would be called on later for testimony hart's manner now was crisp and business-like

the realization of the awful facts of the case had spurred him to definite and immediate action mrs fen the cook housekeeper threw no new light on the situation she corroborated griscombe's story of the locked door and the subsequent opening of it by louis but she could add no new information you were fond of mr tracy asked more kindly for the poor woman was vainly trying to control her grief oh yes sir he was a good master and a truly great man you've never known among the guests of the house anyone who was his enemy no sir but i almost never see the guests i'm a housekeeper to be sure but the maids do all the housework i superintend the cooking and you've heard no gossip about any one who had an enmity or a grudge toward mr tracy ah who could have he was a gentle peaceable man was mr tracy who could wish him harm yet somebody did the coroner put in and then he dismissed mrs fen feeling she could be of no use the other house servants were similarly ignorant of any guest or neighbor who was unfriendly to mr tracy and then hart called for the chauffeur louis a frenchman was different in manner and disinclined to talk in fact he refused to do so unless all members of the household were sent from the room. So the coroner ordered everybody out,

except Farrell and Detective Marsh, Moore and myself. Then Louis waxed confidential, and declared that Mr. Ames and Mr. Tracy were deadly enemies. I thought the man was exaggerating, and that he had some grudge of his own against Ames. But Hart listened avidly to the chauffeur's arraignment and i was forced to the conclusion that louis knew a lot yet it was all hints and innuendoes he stated that the two men were continually quarreling asked what about he replied money matters what sort of money matters hart asked him stocks and bonds and mortgages i think mr ames owed mr ames Tracy a great deal of money, and he couldn't or wouldn't pay it, and so they wrangled over it. There was no quarreling on other subjects? No, sir, except now and then about Mrs. Dallas.

And what about her? Well, Mr. Ames didn't want Mr. Tracy to marry her. Did Mr. Ames favor the lady himself? Oh, no, sir. sir he's a woman hater or at least he says so no but he didn't want mr tracy to marry anybody for fear he might cut him mr eames out of his will how do you know all these things well i drive the car you see and they talk these matters over and i can't help hearing them they make no bones of it they talk right out i never repeat anything i hear in an ordinary way but as you ask me sir yes louis tell all you know so mr ames would suffer financially if mr tracy married i don't know that sir but i know he thought he would and i suppose he knew it seems to me feral said we ought to know the terms of mr tracy's will as it might help us to get at the truth

we can't do that at the moment hart said and anyway this is merely a preliminary inquiry to get the main facts of the situation but the other servants had no more information to impart than those hitherto questioned a chambermaid one sally bray convinced us that all the queer decorations spread on the bed had been already in the room and were therefore not brought in by the murderer the red feather duster belonged in a small cupboard that held polishing cloths and dusters the lark spur flowers had been in a vase on a side table and the whole bunch had been removed from the vase and laid around the dead man the orange and crackers had been on a plate on the bedside table but where the plate was sally had no idea the crucifix was mr tracy's property and burrifice was mr tracy's property and burrifice was-and-a-bray and burrifice was-a-bray's property and belonged on a small hook above the head of his bed. "'And the scarf,' suggested Hart. "'The red chiffon scarf. Where did that come from?' Sally blushed and looked down, but, finally, being urged to tell,

she said she knew it to be a scarf belonging to Mrs. Dallas, and the lady had left it there one evening not long ago when she had been there to dinner. Why had it not been returned to her, Hart wanted to know? Because Mr. Tracy took a notion to it. It was a sort of keepsake of the lady, sir, and, too, Mr. Tracy was fond of beautiful things. Any pretty piece of silk or brocade would please him tremendous. Then whoever arranged all those decorations round him

knew of his love for beautiful things, and that would explain the flowers and the scarf. Is there anything missing from his room, Sally? I don't know, sir. I've not been allowed in there this morning. Well, go up there now. Tell the guard he's to let you in. Here's the key. Oh, sir, I, I daren't. Don't make me go in there. The girl shivered with real fear, but Hart had to know. You must go, he said, not unkindly. Get Griscombe to go with you, or Mrs. Fen, if you'd like.

But it is important for me to know if anything has been taken away that you know of. I don't mean papers or letters from his desk. I mean any of his appointments or small belongings. The girl went off, still shuddering, and Hart finished up the rest of the servants in short order. Next, he interviewed Charlie Everett. I had taken a fancy to Everett, and somehow, from the way Key looked at him, I thought he liked him too. He was not a distinguished-looking man, but he seemed a well-balanced sort, and his eyes were alert and showed a sense of humor. that the occasion called for humor but you can always tell by a man's eyes if he has that desirable trait very quiet and self-possessed was everett his manner polite but a little detached

he was quite ready to answer questions but he gave only the answer no additional information yes he said he had spent an hour or so with mr tracy the night before they had played a game of billiards and had then sat for a short time over a cigar and a whisky and soda then perhaps about ten o'clock he had said good-night to his employer and had gone to his own room no he could form no idea whatever as to who could have killed sampson tracy or how he could have got into the room that is he amended his speech he could get in easy enough but i don't see how he could get out and leave the door locked behind him it is one of those cases hart said a little sententiously where there has been a murder committed in a sealed room spoke up then. A murder cannot be committed in a sealed room, he said, unless the murderer stays there. If the murderer left the room, the room was not a sealed room.

How did he get out? demanded Hart. That we have yet to learn, but he did get out, not through the door to the hall. Remains the possibility of a secret passage and the windows. i'm sure there is no secret passage everett said with an unusual burst of unasked information i've been here three years and if there was such a thing i'm sure i'd know of it you might and you might not said more looking at him if mr tracy wanted a private entrance to his suite for any reason he would have had it built and kept the matter quiet quiet. "'Not Samson Tracy,' exclaimed Everett. "'He was not a secretive man.

"'I think I may say I knew all about his affairs, "'both business matters and private dealings, "'and he trusted me absolutely.' "'Even so,' Moore told him. "'But in the lives of most men there is some secret, "'something that they don't talk over with anybody. not mr tracy everett reiterated even his engagement to mrs dallas was freely talked over with me both before it occurred and since i know all about his habits and his fads and whims and in no case was there ever an occasion for a secret passage to or from his rooms

yet it may be there key insisted but if none can be found then the murderer either escaped by the window or-or what asked hart or he had a steel-wire contraption to turn the key from the outside but this i don't think likely for the door has a rather complicated lock and is far from being an easy thing to manipulate you know the terms of his will then the coroner inquired oh yes everett said at present his niece miss remsen is his principal heir there are many bequests to friends and to servants but the bulk of the estate goes to miss remsen mr tracy knew that his marriage would invalidate his will which was why he had not changed it he said that after his wedding with mrs dallas he would revise the will to suit his changed estate then under his existing will mrs dallas has no legacy not unless mr tracy made a change without telling me he may have done that but i think it's very unlikely you know of no one then who had sufficient enmity toward mr tracy to desire his death absolutely no one so far as i am aware he hadn't an acquaintance in the world who was anything but friendly toward him everett was dismissed and billy dean was called in he was a pleasant-faced chap of twenty-three or thereabouts his work was far from being as important as everett's in fact he was really a high-class stenographer and office boy

He was good-looking with big brown eyes and a curly mop of brown hair. He too scoffed at the idea of a secret passage in the house. Pleasuredome has all the modern improvements, he said, but nothing like that. If there was such a thing, I'd have been through it in no time. I can ferret out anything queer of that sort by instinct, and there's nothing doing. There's no way in and out of Mr. Tracy's suite but by that one-haul door. I know that, and it has a special lock. He had that put on about six months ago.

Why? Was he afraid of intruders? Don't think so, but there had been some robberies down in the village, and he said it was as well to be on the safe side. Then, Mr. Dean, in your opinion, how did the man who killed Mr. Tracy get out of his rooms? That's where you get me. I'm positively kerflemixed. I can't see anybody twisting that peculiar key with a bit of wire, though that's easier to swallow than to imagine anyone jumping out of the window. Why, the windows are not so very high. no but the lake there is mighty deep and dangerous why especially dangerous because there are swirling undercurrents you see it's almost like a cauldron

that sunless sea as mr tracy named it is in a cove and the winds make the water eddy about and well i'm a pretty fair diver but i wouldn't doubt but i wouldn't doubt dive out of a second-story window into that cove. Then we have to look for either a clever mechanician or an expert diver, said Keely Moore. How about the chauffeur? He's an expert mechanician all right, but he wouldn't harm a hair of Mr. Tracy's head. He loved him, as indeed we all did. Nobody could help loving that man. He was always genial, courteous, and kindly to everybody.

And his niece, Miss Remsen? asked the coroner. She, too, is gentle and lovely? Young Dean blushed fiery red. Yes, she is, was all he said, but no clairvoyance was needed to read his thoughts of her. Is she here? asked more, knowing we had seen her arrive. Yes, Billy Dean said.

We telephoned her so soon as we knew what had happened, and she came right over. You may go now, said the coroner, and please send Miss Remsen in here. End of Chapter 4. Chapter 5 of the Deep Lake Mystery by Carolyn Wells. This Libravox recording is in the public domain. the deep lake mystery by caroline wells chapter v the lady of the lake and so i thought to myself i shall see again the lady of the lake

as alma remsen entered the room i realized the aptness of key's term high-handed without any effect of strong-mindedness the girl showed in face and demeanor a certain self-reliance an air of determination that made even a casual observer feel sure she could hold her own against all comers yet she was a gentle sort slender of medium height with appealing brown eyes she nodded a sort of greeting that included us all and addressed herself to the coroner you sent for me dr hart she said in a low musical voice yes miss remsen will you answer a few direct questions certainly to the best of my ability first of all then when did you last see your uncle alive i was over here day before yesterday tuesday that would be i have not been here since until this morning my heart almost stopped beating i had seen her come in her canoe but-but stay. That was at one-thirty or thereabouts. Perhaps she salved her conscience for the lie by telling herself that was this morning. You mean when you came over here perhaps half an hour ago? Yes, Alma looked at him in some surprise. What else could I mean? A finished actress, surely.

I was amazed at her coolness and her pretty air of. inquiry. Who summoned you? Mrs. Fenn, she had been asked to do so by Mr. Ames. What was her message? That Uncle Samson had died of apoplexy, and I'd better come right over. So you came? Yes, as soon as I could get here. Have you seen—er, Mr. Tracy? No, Mr. Ames advised against it. Well, Miss Remsen, I think we want no information from you, except a formal statement of your relationship to the dead man

and your standing with him. Standing? Yes, were you good friends? The best. I loved Uncle Samson, and he loved me. I know. I am his only living relative, except some distant friend. cousins. I am the daughter of his sister, of whom he was very fond. The girl was a bit of an enigma.

She seemed straightforward and sincere, yet I was somehow conscious of a reservation in her talk, a glibness of speech that carried the idea of a prearranged story. Why I should mistrust her I couldn't say at first. Then I remembered that I had seen her canoeing over to Pleasuredome in the night, and now she was saying that she had not done so. Are you his heiress? The question came sharply. So far as I know, she replied with perfect equanimity, my uncle has told me that his will leaves the bulk of his estate to me, but he also told me that when he married Mrs. Dallas,

he would revise that will and make different arrangements. did you resent this not at all i knew my uncle would leave me a proper portion of his wealth and that as long as he lived he would take care of his sister's child you are an only child of your parents i had a twin sister she died fourteen years ago and she is buried on this estate her grave is in a small cemetery which also contains the graves of my parents and five or six other relatives of my uncle's family how did it come about that the cemetery is on the grounds of the estate it is i believe a new england custom it was my mother's wish she was devoted to the little girl who died and wanted to have the grave where she could visit it often my uncle's my uncle's wish she was devoted to the little girl who died and wanted to have the grave where she could visit it often my uncle humored her and also had the remains of my father sent here to be buried beside the child then when my mother died about a year ago naturally she was buried there too i see what did your sister die of scarlet fever there was an epidemic of it we both had it but i pulled through though it left me with a slight deafness in one ear then after your mother's death you went to live by yourself on the island why did you do this because my uncle was to marry mrs dallas and you don't like mrs dallas

i don't dislike her at all but i am not of an easy-going disposition i felt sure there would be clashes and i told uncle i'd rather live by myself he understood and agreed so after some looking about we decided on the island of whistling reeds as the most attractive sight for a home and he built a house for you there oh no the house was already there he bought the whole island house and all you like it as a home i love it i am happiest there than i could be anywhere else Are you not lonely? No more than I would be anywhere. I have capable and devoted servants, and I have tennis courts and an archery field, and I have many boats and can get any place I wish to go in them.

No, I am not so lonely as I sometimes was here in this great house. Of course, since my mother's death, I haven't gone much in society. but I am thinking of going out more in the future. Keely Moore listened to the girl with the deepest interest. I wondered what he would say if he knew what I knew of her midnight canoe trip. But I vowed to myself then and there that I should never tell of that. I knew I might be doing wrong, withholding such an important bit of information,

but I was determined to keep my secret. i tried to make myself think it was some other girl i had seen but the alert figure before me and the white costume said plainly that i was making no mistake in recognizing the girl of the canoe from beneath her little white felt hat strayed a few golden curls and i well remembered the bare head that had looked silvery in the moonlight i said to myself by way of placating my conscience that when the time came i would tell kee about it but i certainly did not propose to give the coroner a chance to suspect this lovely girl of crime apparently the coroner had no slightest suspicion of alma but you can't tell he may have been drawing her out in order to prove her complete innocence or he may have felt that she had motive and must be closely questioned were you at home last evening hart said in a casual tone yes i was you didn't go out all the evening or night no i didn't leave the island whew i exclaimed to myself it's lucky she doesn't know that i know i gazed at her in admiration i didn't i couldn't think that she had killed her uncle but knowing as i did that she had visited pleasure dome i could only think that she had come on some secret errand

maybe i puzzled over it she came to see her uncle on some private business and saw the murderer at his work maybe she knew the criminal and is shielding him for i had already made up my mind that some one in the house had killed sampson tracy i didn't believe in any burglar or intruder i thought a member of the family or household had done the deed and presumably for the sake of inheritance i had heard there were large bequests to the servants in tracy's will and there were several men to suspect i longed for a talk alone with key but i saw this could not occur very soon how did you occupy your evening pursued heart and i listened eagerly for the answer i had an interesting book i was reading and after dinner i sat in my living room with the book until I finished the story. Then I played on the piano a little, as I often do in the evening, and about half-past ten I went to bed. All of this was stated in a calm, even voice, and with the most clear and unflinching gaze of the brown eyes. I realized then what beautiful eyes they were, deep brown with long curling black lashes, and an expression of wistful appeal that

would go straight to any man's heart. Once for all I was committed to the cause of Alma Remsen, and never, to Keemore or to anyone else, would I divulge any word that might make trouble for her. I wasn't exactly in love with the girl then, or if I was, I didn't know it, but I felt like a guardian toward her, and surely my first duty was to guard the secret of her canoe trip that night. You come over here often, Moore asked in his pleasant way, and she replied without hesitation. Oh, yes, I come over in my canoe or my motorboat. nearly every day. Uncle gives me vegetables and fruit from the garden and flowers, too.

You say you haven't seen your uncle since his death, key went on. Have you been told of the peculiar details of his deathbed? Yes, Alma said, her brown eyes clouding with perplexity. But I can't understand the meaning of such conditions. Who do you suppose would do you suppose would do? do such absurd things. Dr. Rogers thinks it was the work of some small girl.

Ridiculous, cried Alma. Does he think a small girl killed my uncle? No, apparently the deed was done by a strong man. But he thinks the flowers and those things were put where they were found by some mischievous child. Do you know of any ten or twelve-year-old girl nearby? No, I don't, and she looked about wonderingly. Of course, there are lots of them in the village, but I know of none among the servants' families

or in the neighborhood at all. I don't agree with Dr. Rogers. It's too fantastic to think of a child coming along here at that time of night and getting into the house. Oh, the very idea is ridiculous. i agree to that said hart but how can we explain the feather duster and the food and all that i don't know i'm sure alma declared but any man who was diabolically minded enough to drive a nail into the head of a sleeping victim would have a distorted brain and might have done all those queer things but cannot you detectives and policemen find out the truth her tone was appealing she seemed to be asking their help and i marveled afresh at her poise and calm you and mrs dallas are friendly coroner heart broke out abruptly

oh yes we are not intimates she is older than i am but we have never had anything but the pleasantest of interviews you are friendly with mr ames in a general way yes he too is so much older than i am that i have never given him a thought save as a friend of my uncles i do not know mr ames very well but i've certainly no unfriendly feelings toward him i wondered at myself why did i so admire this girl so respect her and yet have an undercurrent of fear for her she was utterly frank perfectly straightforward to all appearances yet probably influenced by what i knew i couldn't believe in her she was so self-possessed so unafraid in her attitude and expression of face that i had no real reason to doubt her good faith but i did and i determined to watch alma remsen carefully and to the exclusion of everybody else connected with the mystery moreover i determined to keep my knowledge to myself. I wasn't sure whether I should tell more eventually or not, but at any rate I wasn't ready to tell him yet. After a few questions, which seemed to me of no real importance, Alma was excused and Mrs. Dallas was summoned. What a different type of woman.

She was, as I learned later, about thirty, but her hair had turned prematurely. surely gray, almost white. She wore it short, a soft, curly bob that framed her young-looking face with a sort of halo. Her eyes were gray, too, with dark lashes, and her complexion was perfect. That lovely, creamy flesh, with a soft sheen on it that needed, I felt sure, no aid of cosmetics. Her mouth was a Cupid's bow, and her smile was that of a sceptive. siren. I gazed at her because I couldn't tear my eyes away. True, I had seen her the night before at the Moore's dinner party, but she hadn't looked like this then. At the dinner, she had seemed out of sorts and unsmiling. Now she was animated and fascinating. A strange

idea came to me. Suppose she had killed Sampson Tracy. Wouldn't she adopt this attitude of charm to wheedle the coroner? Then I laughed at my own foolishness. Why, of all people, would Catherine Dallas kill the man she was about to marry? The wealthy, powerful magnate, who was ready to dower her with everything heart could wish and put her at the head of his great establishment? Of course not. She had no motive, nor had she opportunity.

even if she possessed a latch-key which might well be she couldn't come to the house in the dead of night and get away again without being seen by somebody although i was forced to admit whoever killed the man had gone to his room in the dead of night and had got away again unseen so far as we could learn how had he got away well that question was as yet unanswered even now i realized coroner hart was asking mrs dallas her opinion on this very matter i can't imagine she said and i was angry with myself to realize that her voice had in it no ring of a false note no hint of insincerity it is too impossible she went on her lovely face alight with interest whoever killed mr tracy had to get out of that room and leave the door locked behind him but how could he do it dived out of the window suggested keely to hear what she would say then he was a master diver she told him deep lake or as they call it here the sunless sea is not only very deep but it is full of hidden rocks and there are strong eddies and currents oh it is a dangerous hole there's the alternative of a secret passage more went on did you ever hear of one no and i doubt there being such i mean the house though of complicated structure is modern and i'm quite sure it hasn't any concealed or subterranean passages

if it had i think mr tracy would have spoken of them to me why do you feel so sure of that only because he told me everything i mean he was confidential by nature and i've never known him to have a secret from me why didn't mr tracy attend the dinner last night at which you were a guest she colored a little but answered frankly we had had a little tiff and he was while not really angry at me just enough annoyed to stay home from the party i think he regretted having declined the invitation but then it was too late to change his mind what was your disagreement about must i tell that i think you'd better mrs dallas i greatly prefer not to still i must request it well then he had said he wanted to tell me something about his niece miss remsen something unpleasant i feared so i didn't know but he said it was a thing i ought to know about if i was coming into the family he gave you no hint as to the purport of his disclosures he wanted to but i wouldn't listen i told him i didn't want to hear it at any rate not then why did you take that attitude in the matter

i'll try to explain i have known mr tracy about a year i've been engaged to him about three months now he had never mentioned this thing before so i had a feeling that he had spoken impulsively and perhaps he had been engaged to him about three months now he had never mentioned this thing before so i had a feeling that he had spoken impulsively and perhaps on thinking it over would change his mind about telling me and you had no curiosity about it oh no not beyond a natural wonder as to what it could be but i am very fond of alma remsen and i was positive it couldn't be anything really serious perhaps an early love affair or escapade that would be better left buried in oblivion so you had words over it all yes i was so insistent that he should not tell me and he so equally insistent that i should hear it that we had a real quarrel how did it wind up by his leaving my house he was calling on me in a rage i admit it was a foolish thing to quarrel about but i was determined to have my wife's my wife he was calling on me in a rage i admit it was a foolish thing to quarrel about but i was determined to have my in the matter, and I did. When was this affair? It was Monday night.

And today is Thursday. You didn't see him again? No. He sulked Tuesday and Wednesday. I called him on the telephone yesterday and asked him if he was going to the Moore's dinner party, and he said, no, very shortly, and hung up the receiver. he was really angry then yes but i fancy more with himself than with me mr ames told me that mr tracy was sorry about it all and that he kept my scarf near him all the time i know mr tracy's ways and when he keeps any of my belongings near him he isn't really angry at me you're speaking of the crimson scarf that was found on mr tracy's bed? Yes, that one. And then the calm of Catherine Dallas broke down, and she burst into a piteous

flood of tears. I was not surprised. I had noticed her clenching fingers and her tapping foot, and I knew she was striving to keep a grip on her feelings. It was Inspector Farrell who opened the door for her, and as she stumbled through, we saw Alma Remsen awaiting her, and knew she would be duly cared for. Ferrell returned into the room and closed the door, and went slowly back to his seat. "'What about it?' he said, including both Hart and Keely Moore in his glance of inquiry. "'Whoever killed that man, it was not Mrs. Dallas,' Key declared. i don't suppose anyone thought she did but there's no slightest reason to suspect her what about the girl asked feral with brooding eyes

drive a nail in her uncle's head more exclaimed i can't see her doing that can you norris no i said and it was god's truth that lovely girl connected with a brutal inhuman indeed? No, nobody could believe that. Well, then, where are we at? Farrell asked. At Harper Ames, said the coroner, and we realized that he was sticking to his first impressions. All right, Farrell sighed. Get him in here next, then. But just then Sally Bray came to the door.

Farrell let her in and asked their result of her investigation of Mr. Tracy's belongings. There's nothing missing as Griscom and I can see, she reported, except two things, I mean three. What are they? And Farrell placed a chair for her and spoke in a kindly tone. One is the totem pole. The what?

She doubtless means the totem. pole," said Moore quietly. Is that it, Sally? Yes, sir, that's what I said, the totem pole. It was one of Mr. Tracy's favorite toys. It was Indian, Griscombe says, and it always stood in his bedside table. He thought it was a, a charm like. A luck, you mean, I dare say.

Keeley had taken the inquiry into his own. hands for the moment. Yes, sir. It was his luck. That's what Griscombe said. How large was it? About so big. Sally measured a foot or more with her hands.

Oh, it was fierce, yet beautiful, too. Bright colors and a face at the top? Yes, sir, but a norful face, all eyes. i know you understand mr feral don't you she means a miniature totem pole they have them in the better class of shops around here that carry indian trinkets the little totem poles are interesting and are called lucky i have two or three at home but mine are smaller only six or eight inches and so this totem pole is missing What else, Sally? Two of Mr. Tracy's best westcats, sir, his striped dark blue maury,

and his pearl-colored figured satin. He wore fancy waistcoats then? Oh, yes, sir. He was a great hand for westkets of beautiful stuff. Never gay or gaudy, but soft, lovely colors and the expensiveest material. and two of them are gone. Are you sure? Yes, sir. Griscom missed him.

He says they ain't gone to the cleaners or anything like that, for they're both nearly new, and he says he knows they were in the right place yesterday morning, sir. Well, Hart said, we can't complain of any lack of curious complications. This seems to prove a man did the deed. A woman surely would not take fancy waistcoats. And why should a man take them either? Moore asked, but none of us could answer. End of Chapter 5.

Chapter 6 of the Deep Lake Mystery by Carolyn Wells. This Libervox recording is in the public domain. The Deep Lake Mystery by Carolyn Wells. Chapter 6. The Watch in the Water Pitcher Well, Sally, is that all? No, sir, not quite. Griscom found one more queer thing. He found Mr. Tracy's watch in the water pitcher.

In the water pitcher, Farrell exclaimed. Was there water in the pitcher? Oh, yes, sir, it was nearly full. and down at the bottom of it was the watch. How extraordinary! Is the watch going? I don't know, sir. Griscom took it out of the picture,

but I don't know what he did with it. Well, we'll see about it. If you've no more astonishing bits of information, you can run along, Sally. The girl left the room, and we looked at one another, half smiling, half appalled. It's all so tawdry,

Keeley Moore said, with an impatient shrug of his shoulders. Just what meaning do you attach to the word tawdry? asked Hart. I can't seem to make it apply at all. Oh, I only mean these foolish clues that some practical joker has arranged are tawdry of intent.

I may be obliged, to change my mind, but just at present, I can't think that the person who killed Samson Tracy is the person who stuck the feather duster behind his head and dropped his watch in the water pitcher. By the way, why did he have a water pitcher with an elaborate bathroom at hand? Call Griscombe, let's find out a little more about it. So, the butler came at a summons, and explained that the water-furtain. pitcher was a pitcher of drinking water that was placed on a table for him every night mr tracy didn't approve of thermos bottles griscombe informed us he said they never seemed clean things to him so he had a pitcher when you found the watch was it running no sir it was not at what time had it stopped inspector feral awaited the answer with an

air of one expecting a piece of important information. But he was disappointed. I didn't exactly notice, sir, but it isn't the watch Mr. Tracy was carrying. That is still under his pillow. This watch I found in the picture is an old one, and it was lying on his dressing table last night. Why was it there? Mr. Tracy had it out, looking at it a day or two ago. He thought he would send it to a jeweler and have it put in order. The mainspring is broken, you see, but he didn't decide, and the watch lay there in a little tray with some other odds and ends of jewelry. Then somebody took that watch and deliberately dropped it into the water pitcher? That must be the truth, sir. Mr. Tracy never showed the slightest disposition

toward any mental affection, did he? Oh, no, indeed, sir. Nothing of that sort. Who do you think killed Mr. Tracy, Griscombe? Farrell shot this question so suddenly that I was not surprised to see the butler turn pale and grasp at the chair in front of him to steady himself. I don't know, sir.

Of course you don't know. I'm asking you what you think. Well, what can I think, but Mr. Ames? Mr. Ames? Why would he do such a thing? Well, sir, it had to be somebody with motive. Mr. Ames had that, and likewise, opportunity. You've been reading detective stories.

You're very glib with your motive and opportunity. How could Mr. Ames' get in. He carries a latch key, sir. I don't mean into the house. I mean in the room, Mr. Tracy's room. Well, the door wasn't always locked at night. About half the time it was left unlocked.

Then how could he get out after the deed and leave the door locked on the inside? That's more than I can tell you. I thought that's what new detectives were going to explain. But kill my master somebody did, and get out of the room he did too. So there must be an explanation somewhere. A secret passage, I suppose. No, sir. I'm ready to swear there's no secret passage in this house. You may not know of it.

Well, sir, how could there be? that wing of mr tracy's is four square it has no ls or bays you can measure it up and you'll find there's no bit of space unaccounted for the rooms open into one another and there's just the wall between no room for a concealed staircase how are you so sure you've been examining around just that sir meaning no harm but i somehow feel i've got to find out the truth of this whole thing and so i've got to look into the conditions keely more gave griscombe a stare of decided interest it was evident he thought the man knew rather more than he had credited him with feral and heart were not so well pleased apparently they frowned a little and the inspector advised the butler not to exceed his orders or overstep his privileges and then it was lunch time and keely remembering his wife's hint of blackberry shortcake decided we must go home at once i want to think matters over a bit he said to the police officers if you want me here i will come when summoned but otherwise i'll stay at home this afternoon when will you have the inquest dr hart to-morrow said the coroner though it will probably have to be adjourned i confess i'm in a quandary i scarcely know which way to look you know i am relying on your help mr moore

i'll help all i can key said gravely but i think you've got a hard nut to crack you mean the locked room no i don't mean you don't mean the locked room, that will explain itself once you get the criminal. Then you mean all these bizarre clues we have to deal with? No, I don't mean those either. The finding of the criminal will wipe those out at once. It's the hunt that is hard. The quarry is elusive and hard to track. Find the motive first. That's always a sound plan. and with that Moore and I went off, leaving behind us a greatly perplexed pair of sleuths of the law.

A car belonging to the house conveyed us home, and by good luck we were not late for luncheon. The shortcake materialized and proved worthy of all praise, and Key refused to talk about the tragedy at all until the meal was over, and we gathered in the lounge afterward. laura and maud had heard only scraps of information from neighbors and tradesmen but they had not been inquisitive preferring to wait until we return to tell them all about it and so the four of us sat down for a real confab i listened while keely told his wife all the information he had so far accumulated and i couldn't help admiring the straightforward clean-cut story he told he might have been a skilled reporter giving the known facts to the public of course my conscience pricked me because i was holding back the very important bit of evidence that i seemed the only one to know

apparently no one but myself had seen alma remsen go in her canoe to pleasure dome the night before at about half-past one o'clock i might be accessory after the fact i might be aiding and to-remba and abetting a criminal. But, shameless that I was, I didn't care, and had no intention of telling my secret. My justification, adequate in my own mind, was that I didn't, for a minute, believe Alma Remsen had killed her uncle. It was too incredible, too impossible. Go to his house, she did.

Stay there about an hour, she did. But kill him? No. perhaps she saw the deed committed perhaps she arrived later and saw the dead victim perhaps a very doubtful perhaps she arranged the bizarre decorations but strike the deadly blow never so i felt i had a right to keep still about the matter for why dragged the girl into detestable prominence and have her wrongly suspected of crime when all i had to keep still about the matter for why dragged the girl into detestable prominence and have her wrongly suspected of crime when all i had to be to do was to keep silence. Laura listened quietly, with sundry, intelligent nods of her head, and Maude Merrill was no less interested. I had great respect for the intelligence of both these women, and listened eagerly for their comments. Too many suspects, said Laura as Key finished his recital. Yes, agreed Maude. There's positively nobody in the house.

house outside suspicion then we must eliminate said key we can't exactly eliminate laura told him but we can guess who had the strongest motive guess that's all we can do i can't see that there are any clues that mean anything all those flowers and things were already in the room as clues they all go for nothing. The murderer was not necessarily a man of fantastic tastes, or a child of playful tendencies. He only cut up those tricks that we would think he was. That's right, Key said. It wasn't even specially clever. He just picked up anything he saw about and laid it on the bed to fog things up. So, what about motive? I can't imagine anyone wanting to kill Tracy for anything except a sordid reason. Money, I am sure, is the only motive. Love, I said. Was no one else enamored of the beautiful Mrs. Dallas and wanted Tracy

out of the way? Of course, Charlie Everett adored her, Laura said. But he wouldn't commit murder to get her. And if he did, he wouldn't choose such a horrible, brutal method. he'd shoot his victim not assassinate him with a hammer and nail i think that too key declared to my mind that nail business indicates a low type of personality a servant seems the most likely griscombe for choice now i knew keely more well enough to know that if he suggested griscombe griscombe was not the man he suspected he had a way of drawing out other people by hints and illusions in hope of getting a side light on his own suspect if the motive was to achieve at once the legacy from the tracy estate then every inmate of that house is suspect ferrell told me that mr tracy's will left a substantial bequest to each of the servants to the secretary and to mr ames i told my audience all right exclaimed more let's begin at the top what have we got against harper ames his immediate need for money his hateful belligerent disposition his love for mrs dallas and his unhampered opportunity I declared promptly.

I thought he was a woman hater, cried Maude Merrill. Why do you say he was in love with her? I may not be a detective, I said, but I am not entirely a nincompoop. When I saw those two people here last evening, I realized that whatever he calls himself, he's no woman hater where Mrs. Dallas is concerned. He adores her.

In the language of the poet, he worships the ground she walks on. Norris is right about that, Keely conceded. I've seen it for some time. And when these avowed women haters fall for a siren, they fall hard. Yes, Ames is head over ears in love with the lady. And for that very reason, he's out of the running. A man isn't going to commit murder to win a lady. hand. It's too dangerous a proceeding. If Ames were not in love with her, I might suspect him.

But hold on, Key, there might be circumstances, I said, in which Ames lost his head, or his temper, or both, and let fly at Tracy in an ungovernable fit of rage. That murder wasn't done in an ungovernable fit of rage. It was a premeditated affair. whoever did it came prepared with that nail and a hammer why a hammer i demanded the nail could have been driven in with any heavy object such as what i ruminated over the appointments of the room as i remember them and said a little lamely well one could take off his shoe to drive the nail yes one could key assented but it doesn't sound likely the whole affair doesn't sound likely i countered and anyway it doesn't matter somebody did drive that nail and what it was driven with is unimportant as far as i can learn they've found nothing conclusive in the way of fingerprints i'm not keen on those things myself but in new york they would have been fingerprinting the whole crowd of us of course there are no available fingerprints on the nail key said and that's the only thing that matters i don't give a fig for all the feather dusters flowers oranges and such things

Not even the watch in the water pitcher, I asked. Well, yes, I do consider the watch in the water pitcher. In fact, I think that's the key note of the whole performance. You've got to tell us why, I told him. You can't say that and leave it unexplained. Indeed I can. A real detective never explains his cryptic utterances. you're not a real detective i declared solemnly why not and he glowered at me because you look like a detective you're tall and dark and hawk-eyed or pock-nosed or hawk something

now a real detective must always look utterly unlike the detective of fiction and you're the very image of sherlock holmes and I glory in it, but if you flatter yourself you're my Watson, you must cultivate the ornament of a meek and quiet spirit. I thought we were eliminating, put in Maud. Who have we eliminated so far? Your English is deplorable, Kee told her, but I can deduce your meaning. Well, how about eliminating aims?

No, I cried. He's the one not to eliminate. There are too many counts against him. I say, let's begin at the other end of the line, the lesser servants. Cut out Sally Bray, then, more advised. That girl never had the nerve to go a murdering all by herself. Of course not, I agreed, though she may have gone with some companion. no it isn't plausible as to the servants all we can say is that they could have had opportunity the house servants at any rate could have had a duplicate key made to the tracy suite but that wasn't needed so far as we know the door wasn't locked when the murderer went in but he left it locked when he came out that's the point of the whole thing laura said confidently you can't do this elimination you talk about for every servant had a motive if you count greed a motive and every servant had a chance to get into the room unnoticed

now it all comes back to the explanation of the intruder leaving the door locked behind him give me a possible explanation key there are but two he said thoughtfully i am sure there's no secret passage, for I measured and sounded the walls thoroughly. So it's either that the criminal had some clever mechanical contrivance with which he turned that key in the door behind him, or he jumped out of the window. "'In to the lake?' cried Laura. "'Yes, into the lake. It implies an expert diver, and it is a most dangerous proceeding, even then. But you asked for the possibilities.

Is Everett or Dean an expert diver? I asked. Everett is, Dean not. And Everett is in love with the Dallas, too. Well, we can hardly eliminate him, then. But I refused to suspect a lover of murder, he insisted. He must realize he will be suspected, if not convicted, and where would he stand with the fair one then?

Murderers don't always think ahead, I said, sagely. This one did. He thought far enough ahead to bring that horrible nail. We've no reason to think there was a nail lying about among the flowers and crackers. Isn't there a story about somebody being killed with a nail, I asked. there is he replied it's in holy writ jael killed cicerah or cicer killed jael i forget which but the weapon was a nail driven in the victim's head yes i returned i know but i don't mean that story there's another by a frenchman no said maud in her quiet confident way it's a spanish story by pedro de alarcant the name of it is the nail it's a horrible tale but the theme is a murderer by a nail driven in a man's head

then and kee shook himself as if roused to action then we must look for a man who has read that story nobody would think of a nail unless something had suggested it to him i say that eliminates all the servants unless maybe that chauffeur chap louis i can't see any of the others reading spanish stories even in translation item one search the tracy library for a copy of that story is it a whole book maud no a short story i read it in a collection of spanish and italian mystery tales. I have it at home, but there's no point to it in connection with this matter, except the nail. That association means something, he persisted. When we do find the murderer, we'll find he got his notion from that story. Or from the Bible, I said. Maybe, but I think more likely Maude's story. As I remember it, the scripture narrative is not very dramatic, and so less likely to imbue our murderer's mind with the plan

that the Spanish yarn is. Granting the Spanish story, then, I said, can't we eliminate the servants? They'd surely not read such literature. All right, eliminate them for the moment, Key agreed. We can always go back to them if need be. That leaves us in the same. in the house, Everett, Billy Dean, and Ames. Help yourself. Ames, I said decidedly. He's the very one to read morbid sensational literature.

But everybody reads detective stories nowadays, Laura said, especially the grave and reverend seigneurs who wouldn't be suspected of such tastes. This wasn't a detective story, Maud informed us. It was a thriller, a scare story. All the same, I said, and more in line with Ames effects than straight detective yarns. I'm all for Ames. He wanted money, a lot of money,

and Tracy wouldn't let him have it. So, as he would not only get a large bequest at Tracy's death, but for all we know could bury in oblivion his indebtedness to tracy of course he wanted tracy out of the way moreover if by the same token he could get the beautiful lady that was an added inducement i'm ready to admit all that he was very thoughtful now and i can conceive of aims in a murderer's role but i happen to know he is no diver's but i happen to know he is no diver he can swim a little but not expertly and he can scarcely dive at all perhaps i offered he is a master diver and had kept it secret for this very reason what do you know of his past nothing at all and norris that was clever of you If Harper Ames came here to commit that murder and escape by the window, it would be in keeping with his diabolical astuteness to pretend to be inexpert at swimming.

We're building up a case instead of eliminating, I said, secretly elated at Moore's word of praise. But before we go on, what about the two secretaries? I mean, are they omnivorous readers? mr everett is maud volunteered he was here one night and we talked about books we didn't talk very seriously but i gathered he was widely read and had really good taste in literature and everett is undoubtedly in love with mrs dallas key went on and of course he will have a bequest and of course he could get out of the room as well as anybody else and we know somebody did so all things being equal why not suspect everett instead of aims because of the difference in the characters of the two men laura said with emphasis i'm ready to grant a murderer may masquerade as an angel of light but all the same we have to judge our fellow-men more or less by appearances and i'll pick aims for a criminal long before I'll choose Charlie Everett,

and we're leaving out Billy Dean entirely? I am, I said. He's a nice, decent chap, and he's too young for a murderer, at least with no motive other than a bit of money. He isn't in love with Mrs. Dallas, is he? Lord, no, he's in love with the Remsen girl. Well, then, I said,

if that nice boy is in love with that nice girl, he's not going to commit a crime. I say let's eliminate him. Then, he summed up, we've eliminated everybody but Ames and Everett. Griscombe is the only servant we could possibly suspect, and he is said to be devoted to his master, and, too, I'm told he has a tidy sum laid by, so I don't see. see him driving nails into people. We can't get away from the nail and the sort of character it connotes, I said. I stand by aims until he's definitely eliminated.

Well, I guess we're all agreed then, and Keeley rose and stretched his long arms. Now I'm for a swim. Who'll go? We all went, and I found that the water of a sunny cove of Deep Lake was an ideal bathtub, and I forgot for the time being the sinister depths of the sunless sea. End of Chapter 6.

Chapter 7 of the Deep Lake Mystery by Carolyn Wells. This Libervox recording is in the public domain. The Deep Lake Mystery by Carolyn Wells. Chapter 7. The Inquest The Inquest The inquest was an interesting affair. I gathered from Coroner Hart's manner that he had picked up some information or some bits of evidence

that meant a lot to him, and he seemed impatient to begin his questioning. The setting of the scene was far too beautiful to be wasted on a crime session, and I looked about at the curious crowd of neighbors and villagers with distaste. We were in the great ballroom, which occupies the lower floor of the wing containing Samson Tracy's rooms. On three sides, the sunless sea lapped its dark waters against its rocky shores,

and the merest glance into its black depths was enough to deter the stoutest heart from an unnecessary dive therein. But an escaping murderer, if brave enough to risk the danger, and skilled enough in diving, and sufficiently familiar with the position of the principal rocks might make the goal. It was a comfort to me to think that, since the authorities assumed that was the way the criminal got out, it rather freed Alma Remsen from suspicion. For that delicate girl, even though a good diver, as I had heard, could never have committed that brutal murder, and then have dived into those perilous depths at desperate risk of her own life,

Seats had been reserved for our crowd, and as we took them I glanced at the coroner's jury. All well-to-do and fine-looking men from the large estates that bordered the whole length of deep lake. Some were grave, some seemed unable to quell a naturally gay and jolly disposition, but all were alert and alive, and I felt that the case was in good hands. I knew few of the audience. Mrs. Dallas was accompanied by several friends, and I also noted the young girl, Posey May, who had been at the Moore's dinner party.

Then I saw Alma Remsen. She sat near Posey, and she was accompanied by a woman who impressed me strongly. Never have I seen a face of more determination and grim endurance than that of Mrs. Maryvale, which I later learned was her name. She was the nurse who had cared for Alma since she was born. She lived with the girl in her island home, and surely no one could ask for a more capable and efficient-looking guardian.

Not a fine lady, but beyond all doubt a fine woman, Mrs. Maryvale was taunt and gaunt of figure, and possessed a large bony face whose stern, set mouth was belied by a touch of humor quite evident in the shrewd gray eyes. But what most impressed me was her expression of wisdom. Surely this was a woman to whom all the experiences of life were as an open book. She had the look of a witch or sybil, although her gray hair was decorously smooth beneath her small black. hat. She noted every new arrival. She swept the jury with her all-seeing glance and finally concentrated her attention on the coroner, until, with a quick nod of satisfaction, she ended

that scrutiny. Then she turned a little to contemplate the girl beside her. Alma Remsen, today in a costume of soft beige-colored silk weave, looked nervous and warm. worried. Her golden hair, escaping at the sides from her close little hat, framed a face that was clearly worn and wan from a sleepless night. At least it seemed that way to me, and I longed to tell her, her secret was safe with me. Never would I divulge to anyone the fact that she visited Pleasuredome on the night of the tragedy. So far, I hadn't heard a hint of such a thing, and I hope there would be none. Though we hadn't been formally introduced,

and I had never had a word of conversation with her, I nodded a greeting and smiled. She inclined her head in slight acknowledgment, and then, to my amazement, a look of fright crossed her face. I tried to persuade myself that she had seen someone else or heard some word that alarmed her, but in my heart I felt sure that the shadow of fear was caused by the sight of me. What could it mean?

I saw her slip her hand into that of the nurse beside her, and I noted the reassuring pat the woman gave her. It seemed to comfort the girl, and she gave a little smile at her companion. Not wanting to embarrass her further, I turned my glance toward Mrs. Dallas. she looked superb this morning garbed all in black yet a black that hinted paris in its every line and fold her beautiful face and her great gray eyes showed a quiet sadness that spoke of a deeper grief than emotion could show her lovely gray hair was tucked under a black hat and her lips and cheeks quite evidently the result of a well-equipped vanity box were the only touch of color about her. She sat between Harper Ames and Charles Everett,

the post of Chief mourner seemingly accorded her as her right. Yet though she was calm and composed, it seemed to me there was an undercurrent of anxiety, a hint of dread or apprehension. Nor was this to be wondered at. The occasion was a tragic one, and as the person most deeply affected by the tragedy it was only natural that katherine dallas should be nervous hart first questioned the servants though new matter to the jury we had heard their stories before and no fresh fact or bit of evidence was forthcoming no articles had been missed from sampson tracy's rooms except two of his fancy waistcoats and the gaily painted totem pole

Several of the servants testified as to Mr. Tracy's previous possession of these three articles, and of their unaccountable absence at present. None of them had heard any sounds during the night, or could throw any light on the mystery of the criminal's entrance or exit, if, indeed, he was not an inmate of the house. All testified to the kindness and generosity of the master, and though all inherited a sum of money by his will, there seemed no reason to suspect that any one of them had hastened the demise.

As Dr. Rogers was absent, Hart himself was the only one to give the medical report, and he told the jury succinctly and clearly the details of the death and how both doctors had thought at apoplexy at first, as the symptoms were of such an attack. doubt the autopsy would have disclosed the truth, Hart said. But before that, Mr. Moore, the famous New York City detective, noticed there was a tiny metal disc visible through the hair of the dead man. Investigation proved this to be the head of a nail, about two inches long,

that had been driven with great force into Mr. Tracy's skull, presumably while he was alive and asleep. Could a nail be so driven through the bone? asked a mild-mannered juryman. Yes, the coroner told him. It would require a heavy driving instrument and a strong hand, as well as a callous brain, for a man to accomplish that fiendish deed.

The bizarre decorations on the bed were then told about, and reference made to the watch found in the water pitcher. and the absence of the plate that had held the fruit and the crackers. But these things were merely touched on, for the jury had only to discover the cause of the death, and these details were of slight help. Individual testimony was another matter, and I felt a deep interest as Harper Ames was called to the stand.

I could see Keely Moore also eager to learn what the visitor of the house would have to say, ames was in a grumpy mood as usual more he seemed belligerent and i wondered whether the coroner would try to placate him or would ruffle him still more will you state in your own words mr ames the circumstances of your return to this house after a dinner-party on wednesday night the question sounded abrupt and perhaps for that reason it seemed to rouse ames as resentment. That's about all there is to tell, he declared, frowning. I came home from a dinner party next door about eleven o'clock. I chatted with Mr. Tracy for a while, and then we both went upstairs to bed.

That's all. He glared about him, as if he were being imposed on, to have to testify at all. I tried to analyze the man. He had been insistent that he had been insistent. that Keely Moore should take the case? Was this a gigantic bluff? I mean, could it be that Ames was himself the murderer and sought to escape suspicion

by frankly asking the detective to solve the mystery? Did he think he had so covered his tracks that he was safe from even the astute cleverness of Keely Moore? If this were the case, he was greatly mistaken. I had no idea whether Ames was the murder. or not, but if so, then he stood no chance of escaping the detection of my friend. But Hart was proceeding in a suave, pleasant way, calculating to soothe Ames' antagonism. You were Mr. Tracy's best friend, he asked.

That's saying a great deal, but I was certainly one of them. We have known each other from boyhood, and though we band-a-lawed. word now and then, we never had a real quarrel in our lives. You owed him money? Harper Ames's eyes flashed, and he seemed about to fly into a rage. Then, apparently thinking better of it, he calmed down and said quietly, but sullenly still, Yes, though I don't know that it's your business. Tracy has let me owe him money for a long time.

and as he has no objections to it i can't see your right to inquire about it yes i have a right hart said and i propose to use it how much did you owe him some thousands and now ames's frown became a real scowl and his will gives you a bequest of many thousands it is a fortunate occurrence for you i thought and still think that harper ames had a right to get angry at the coroner if hart suspected his witness he should have said so and not cast these innuendos at him yet aim said nothing he contented himself with such a venomous glance of hatred at the coroner that i shivered at the sight keely moore too looked amazed at the way things were going then we both realized that this was doubtless hart's first murder case such things didn't often happen up here in the peaceful lake region and the sudden responsibility and authority had rather gone to hart's head and made him a little uncertain of procedure next he flung out the query are you a good diver at this eames gave a sardonic smile no no he flung out the query are you a good diver at this eames gave a sardonic smile no he returned i am not to begin with i didn't kill sampson tracy i didn't jump out of the window of his locked room and i didn't bed with flowers and ornaments if these are the things you want to know i am telling you yes and the coroner's air was imperturbable but i have only your unsupported word for all that

harper ames stared at him as if he would like to drive a nail into his half-witted head and then drawing himself up with a new dignity he said that is true mr coroner but i can't bring forward any witnesses to prove my statements that is why i have been trying to engage the services of the famous mr moore to take on this case and to discover the true murderer of sampson tracy for only such a course will prove the innocence of other suspects this was fine talk but to me it didn't ring true if ames had done the foul deed himself he might have put forth this very line of argument he might have demanded the services of a great detective feeling sure nobody could detect his guilt well it wasn't up to me to decide these things a few more inquiries of small importance finished up ames's testimony and then mrs dallas was questioned she was dignified of appearance and calm of speech she said she was the fiance of mr tracy and they had expected to be married in the fall she said they occasionally had little differences but a always made them up and were really very fond of one another. Her statements were all rational and straightforward. She spoke as mita cultured and mature woman of her accepted suitor.

Asked as to the terms of Mr. Tracy's will, she replied that so far as she knew, his fortune was left to his niece, Miss Remsen. But, she added, he had told her that after they were married, would change his will and make suitable arrangements for his wife. She said she had given the matter no thought, knowing that Mr. Tracy would do what was right. This seemed to remove from her any possible suspicion that might have formed in the minds of the jury. Surely Mrs. Dallas had no reason to kill the man she loved and expected to marry. No reference was made to the disagreement the engaged pair had had, and which had resulted in Mr. Tracy's absence from the Moore's dinner party. I rejoiced at this, for I dreaded to have Alma's name brought in

at all. But as I thought it over, I became a little alarmed. Had Hart omitted the point in order to tax Alma herself with it later? To ask her what was the tale her uncle desired to tell Mrs. Dallas? to see if it could be of some disgraceful story that might militate against the girl herself the two secretaries followed mrs dallas everett quiet-mannered and polite as always answered questions readily enough but offered no additional information he repeated his story of the evening how he had been with mr tracy until about ten o'clock and then had gone to his room and then had gone to his room and he had gone to his room and to bed. You heard no unusual sounds during the night? No, said Everett, but it seemed to me he had hesitated. Hart must have noticed this too, for he said, are you quite sure?

No sounds inside the house or out? Apparently Charlie Everett was a truthful man, but it was equally evident he did not want to testify further. I must press you for an answer, Mr. Everett, the coroner prodded him. Well, to be strictly accurate, I may say that I thought I heard the sound of a boat on the lake sometime after midnight. What sort of boat? I don't know, and it may not have been any. I was asleep, and I partially awaked and seemed to hear a slight sound,

as of paddles. But it may well be that I dreamed it, for I heard no further sounds. Do you know the time this happened? No, except that I seemed to have been asleep some hours. I thought nothing of it and directly went to sleep again. You didn't look out of the window? No, I didn't rise from my bed. I thanked my lucky stars that he hadn't, that he hadn't seen Alma Remsen in her canoe sometime after midnight.

But if the coroner thought much about this bit of evidence, he gave no sign of doing so, and the rest of the inquiries he put to Everett were of a stereotyped sort and led nowhere. Then came Billy Dean. That cheerful young man was, chipper as always, and told all he had to tell in a clear and concise way. Did you hear any sound in the night as of a passing boat? Hart asked him.

No, Dean declared, and his voice was steady, and all would have been well, but that the silly chap turned brick-red from the roots of his hair to the top of his collar. Then, said Hart, with a full-intech. intention of embarrassing him. Why are you blushing like a turkey-cock? I'm not, Dean stormed at him, getting redder yet. But you barge into me with sudden questions and it knocks me off my base. Clever! His winning smile and his sudden carrying of the war into the enemy's quarters succeeded, as I was sure he had hoped, in diverting the jury's attention from his palpable mendacity.

Then you heard no boat? Hart went back to his subject. I heard a motor boat, but that was about twelve o'clock, Dean said, reminiscently. I heard none later, for I went to sleep then. He had himself perfectly in hand now, and though I confidently believed he had seen Alma Remsen in her canoe, I knew too. that wild horses couldn't drag the fact from him. And you heard no further noises?

Not till morning, when Everett wrapped on my door and told me to get up. There seemed to be nothing more to get out of young Dean, and he was dismissed. He had made a good effect on the jury. I could see that. Since they didn't have my knowledge of the girl in the boat, they were not greatly interested in the vague sounds mentioned by everett in fact i could gather from the whole trend of the inquest that suspicion centred on the inmates of the house there was little thought given to the outer world then alma remsen was called without asking permission mrs merriville rose and went with her charge to the witness chair she took another chair

side, Alma, and her big, hard face looked like a tower of strength, should such be needed. You were not at this house on Wednesday evening or night at any time, the coroner said. It was more a statement than a question, and it sounded to me as if Hart wanted to shut up this point once and for all. No, I was not, Alma replied, and I hoped nobody. except me noticed the quivering of her eyelids. That was the only way she showed any nervousness. Her hands lay quietly in her lap. Her lips were not trembling. Her eyes were clear and steady in their gaze, but the eyelids fluttered once, twice, as if she was holding herself together

by sheer force of will. Where were you that evening? At home, in my eyes. In my heart, own house. All the evening? Yes. Who is your companion? Mrs. Maryvale, my housekeeper and friend. Will she corroborate your presence in your home? Hart's voice was most courteous, but it was also decided. Surely, said Alma, will you question her? Miss Remsen was at home all Wednesday evening, he said. Yes, sir, the woman's voice was respectful, but far from servile. And all night? Oh, yes, sir, of course.

Why, of course? Because, Mrs. Maryville spoke patiently as if to a dull child, If she was in all evening, she would scarcely go out later, sir. You are her caretaker? I have been her nurse ever since she was born. I am now her housekeeper, and I take all care of her. There was something fine about Mrs. Maryvale. She gave an impression of one who was tolerating the inquiries of a lot of zanies

who must be humored because they represented the law. You live in an island home? Yes. Alma took up the answering again, seeing no reason why Mrs. Maryvale should be her spokesman, save by way of corroboration. Then Hart asked the same questions he had asked her before as to her relations with her uncle,

her expectations at his death, and to all the girl-revelled. replied with a gentle, demure manner that won the admiration and respect of all present. At last, Hart said plainly, I regret the necessity of this, Miss Remsen, but it must be said. You are the one to benefit by the decease of your uncle. Yes, she looked at him steadily, with no sign of fear, but again I detected that slight quiver of her.

eyelid and wondered what it portended. You would have opportunity to reach his room? Opportunity? She looked a little bewildered, and I noticed the lines around the firm-set lips of Mrs. Maryvale grow even tenser. Yes, you possess a latch-key to this house? Oh, that! Alma smiled, and I felt sure it was a smile of

relief. Yes, I have always had a latch key. My uncle gave it to me. When? Oh, years ago, when I lived there. Then, when I went to live on the island, he bade me to keep it so I could come over whenever I chose and let myself in. Yes, that gave you what we call opportunity. And my desire to inherit his estate gave me motive. She wasn't quite smiling, but nearly. Well, Mr. Coroner, that may be true, but I didn't come over here with my latchkey and kill my uncle and trick out his bed with flowers.

The motive was not strong enough, and the opportunity was negligible. I hope you can find my uncle's murderer, but it was not I. There was something in her simple, plain sense. speech that carried conviction. Had I been one of those jurymen, I could not have helped believing in the sincerity of that clear, sweet young voice that rang true in its every cadence. Then, Miss Remsen, you know nothing of the missing waistcoats? Missing waistcoats, she repeated, and now I saw that eyelid quiver pitifully.

Yes. Don't repeat my words to gain time. Where are those two waistcoats that disappeared the night your uncle was killed? I haven't the slightest idea. Then I will tell you, they have been found, and they were found under a settee in your boathouse. My boathouse? Yes, and wrapped up in them was the totem pole that vanished that same night.

Mrs. Maryvale's hand shot out and clasped the girl's trembling fingers. It is a plant, she said, a deep-laid plot to incriminate this innocent child. End of Chapter 7. Chapter 8 of the Deep Lake Mystery by Carolyn Wells. This Libervox recording is in the public domain. The Deep Lake Mystery by Carolyn Wells. chapter eight alma's statements that is a possible explanation heart conceded but who would do such a thing who would hide those ridiculous properties in that strange place and why no it is not a plant alma remsen said speaking slowly and seeming to choose her words carefully i left the waistcoats in the bath-house myself when i carried them home day before yesterday."

"'Why did you take them home?' Heart spoke gravely, but not unkindly. "'My uncle gave them to me.' "'Gave them to you? What for?' "'I am making a patchwork quilt, and he told me these two waistcoats were worn and I could have them to cut up for patches. As they were of fine quality silk, I was glad to get them.

I looked at the girl in admiration. She was quite composed, even smiling a little, and she favored heart with a glance of confidence, as if sure he would believe her. "'And the totem pole?' "'Uncle gave me that, too. He possessed several, and he often gave me little presents like that.'

She was quite at ease now, and her eyelids were as steady as the, rest of her face and demeanor. You were here Tuesday afternoon, then? Yes, between three and four. You saw your uncle? Yes, of course. Something about her manner was disconcerting.

At least it bothered the already harassed coroner. I was watching Alma Remsen closely, and it seemed to me she purposely tried to put the coroner in wrong there was no overt act or word but her little glance of surprise or her glimmer of a smile made him seem blundering and inept and i decided she had such intentions this did not lower her in my estimation indeed i was fast reaching a point where nothing could disparage her to me it was not alone her beauty though she looked looked fair and sweet today, but I was bowled over by her air of courage and determination. That she had something to conceal, I was positive. I knew she had been at Pleasuredome the night of her uncle's death.

I knew she denied it. Fatuously, I told myself she had her own good reasons for telling a falsehood, and I preferred to believe she was shielding another rather than herself. heart was proceeding were you alone with him alma's pretty brows contracted in her effort to recollect most of the time she said with the air of humoring an over-inquisitive child mr everett was in and out of the room and mr dean too i think where were you in my uncle's sitting-room in his own suite and then he gave you the silk waistcoats yes which are you say worn yes there was a slight hesitation this time but griscombe stated they were nearly new why should he give them to you alma's brows rose in distinct annoyance the question of where in such a garment is not a matter of fact, it is a matter of opinion. It may be that my uncle considered them more

worn than Griscombe did, or it may be that, since I admired them, my uncle was willing to part with them, even if they were nearly new. The fact remains, he gave them to me, for the purpose I have told you, and I cannot see what bearing it has on the matter of his death. He also gave me the totem pole, and I carried the things home and inadvertently left them in the boathouse. Well, if that girl was a liar, she certainly was the cleverest one I had ever seen, and I didn't for a minute believe she was lying. I glanced at Keely Moore, but nobody could read his inscrutable face. I turned my attention to the jury. Their interested countenance has left no doubt of their sense.

sympathy with the witness and their readiness to accept her statements. And apparently Hart himself believed in her. The explanation of the waistcoats was plausible enough. Doubtless, those rich men did give up their clothing before it was worn threadbare, especially if a pretty niece asked for it. And the totem pole, too. It was known that Sampson Tracy had been devoted to his niece, although they no longer lived in the same house,

and for him to make her presence was far from unbelievable. And, of course, I believed her. Even if she had come to Pleasuredome in the dead of night, that had nothing to do with the waistcoats, which, doubtless, were given to her exactly when and why she had stated. Yet the girl seemed a mystery. Coroner Hart contemplated her, with a perplex stare, which she in no way resented.

Can I tell you anything more? She asked helpfully. Then he glared at her. Not now, Miss Remsen, he said with a new note in his voice. It sounded almost menacing, and Mary seemed to spring to attention. I shall adjourn the inquest, as it was intended merely for identification. purposes, and I must look into the case further before I can carry on properly. I will call at your house today and investigate a few things.

Indeed, you'll do nothing of the sort, Mrs. Maryville exclaimed, her eyes fairly snapping. They were dark, deep-set eyes, and her gray hair, in wisps round her thin, gaunt face, shook with the intensity of her anger. I'll not have my lamb pestered by such nonsense. Ask her what you like now, and have done with it. But don't come snooping around her home, for you won't be let in. Alma quietly turned to the irate woman and gave her a tender smile. Then she said to heart quietly,

Mrs. Maryvale means no disrespect, she is ignorant of the workings of the law and is quick to resent what she thinks an intrusion on my privacy keep still mary the law must take its course more i felt certain in response to a caressing touch on her shoulder than by alma's words the woman subsided muttering to herself but saying nothing audible it must miss remsen heart agreed i shall therefore call on you to-day as well as on several other other witnesses and i adjourn this inquest for a week now it was katherine dallas's turn to look apprehensive i shall not be here she volunteered i am going away for a trip not just at present mrs dallas the coroner said sternly. I was surprised to note how much more master of himself he was when talking to this woman than when he addressed Alma. Yet surely, the haughty and dignified widow was more awe-inspiring than the gentle girl. Somehow everybody seemed disturbed. Harper Ames looked positively disgruntled.

Both secretary sat, with eyes cast down, as if dismal. As if disfutable. made at the way things were going. Clearly there was disappointment that the matter could not be finished up then and there, one way or another. I came to the conclusion that the coroner was largely at fault. Apparently he knew little about conducting an inquest, and though he made no basic errors, he was distinctly floundering and decidedly out of his depth. There is much yet to be learned, he announced, and we all, I am sure, silently agreed with him. There are strange happenings to be explained, stories to be investigated, clues to be traced, evidence to be sifted, and until these things are done, the jury cannot come to a decision.

As they have seen and identified the deceased man and have heard the detail of the of the finding of the body the funeral may be held and the estate may be administered but no witness may leave town and all present must attend the resumed inquest one week from to-day again i looked at the principles as i could take no part in the conversation i contented myself with trying to read faces nor was it difficult to do so alma was trembling not only did her eyelids quiver but she shook all over though quite evidently trying to control herself maryvale stood at her side we had all risen now and the girl leaned heavily upon the arm of the faithful nurse katherine dallas looked daggers at everybody whatever her reason whatever her mental attitude she appeared scared angry at the whole world and inclined to show it. Ames maintained his usual aspect, which was that of grumpiness. That is the only word that really describes that man.

He was not actively angry, not exactly morose, but just grumpy, and it seemed to be his normal state. He looked loweringly at the coroner, at Mrs. Dallas, and at Alma. but none of them called forth a varying expression to his grumpy face. The audience began to disperse, and Ames came directly to Keely Moore. Are you going to take this case? he asked, in a threatening rather than an urgent manner. Moore looked at him. Knowing key as I did, I could read his thoughts pretty well,

and I realized that he was torn between his great desire to investigate this intriguing problem and his disinclination to do it at Ames's behest yet he couldn't ignore Harper Ames and take up the case on his own yes he said deciding quickly yes mr. Ames I am most desirous of doing so then go ahead in your own way and for almost the first time I saw Harper Ames look pleased conduct it as you like and report to me at your convenience i understand then moore said looking at him closely i am to have carte blanche in my manner of procedure and i am to pursue my investigations no matter in what direction they may lead me i saw a quick spasm of fear flashed into ames's eyes but it vanished as quickly and he said suavely yes mr moore stop at nothing to get at the truth he's the villain i told myself he is so sure of his diabolical cleverness that he thinks he has left no clue and has completely covered his tracks

god help him when keely moore gets on his trail we went into mr tracy's office a pleasant room off the library there were three fine desks tracy's desk tracy's there were three fine desks tracy's own and those of the secretaries moore had told me to come along and as ames made no objection i did so the three of us behind closed doors ran over the salient details i can offer no sort of explanation of the absurd decorations on the bed ames said that is your province he spoke in a quick jerky way as if anxious to delegate the whole matter to moor and be rid of it once for all once get the main issues of the affair and those things will explain themselves keely said nonchalantly whom do you suspect mr ames harper ames gave a start and looked up as if he had not heard a right suspect i oh no i can't conceive of a human being brutal enough to commit this crime as it was committed but somebody did and so i hope you can bring about his arrest and conviction spare no expense this is not going to be an expensive case mr ames more told him it must be solved by clever work not by burying up evidence i admit that sounds rather boastful on my part, but I confess that I am taking up the matter principally because of its

unusual features and its bizarre elements. I mean to do my best, and while I shall rely on having your help when and where it may be available, yet I think the most of my work will be done by myself alone. Again, Harper Ames showed that strange gleam of fear in his eyes, but now I thought he feared for someone other than himself. Was he shielding someone? I knew evidence was often misleading because of the desire of someone to protect someone else, but so far there was not enough evidence even to predicate this.

Very well, Ames continued, work on your own lines. Be as expeditious as possible, but omit no effort. By the terms of me, Mr. Tracy's will, I shall be in a position to compensate you for your time, and your bill will be paid whether you succeed or not. And you have no hint to offer? No advice as to which way to look? I have not. I will only say, it seems to me quite possible, that the killing of Mr. Tracy

and the strange business of the flowers and oranges may not be the work of the same hand. that has occurred to me too key said now i don't want to seem insistent but do tell me your opinion as to the servants i'm not sure eames seemed thoughtful i can't suspect any wrong of griscombe he's a faithful old soul yet he does want his money little home on a farm and all that if he is mixed up in this thing look at out for Bray. She is infatuated with Griscom. And he with her? That I don't know, and it may be only my imagination. The cook is too stupid to do anything really wrong. She has no thought save for her kitchen and household. The other servants I don't know very well. Find out for yourself. I shall, and key smart. mild. Don't think I expect you to hire a dog and then do your own barking. As to the secretaries?

Though he said this with a most casual air, I knew Moore was listening intently for the reply. As to that, I can say nothing at all, Ames returned gravely. I wouldn't say a word that might inculpate an innocent man. Nor do I say that I think. think them other than innocent. But you must look it all up. You must weigh and sift and decide for yourself. Yes, and Kean nodded his head. That's what detectors are for. Then go to it. Of course, you are free to this house. Any other place you wish to go, you must get permission for yourself. Try to be as expeditious as possible. i had warned to ames he seemed more of our own sort than i had thought him but as he rose thus tacitly dismissing us his grumpiness returned and he made a pettish gesture of annoyance at the whole situation

rotten thing to happen he exclaimed just now too when there were so many crises pending i think i ought to know of those crises mr Ames, Moore said decidedly. Oh, nothing that you don't already know. Ames pulled himself up, but I was sure that this time he was not strictly truthful. Only Mr. Tracy's approaching marriage and... Yes, and... Nothing, save some financial matters that are in the lawyer's hands. Ames was swab again.

and I realized that his little burst of anger had been impulsive and was now regretted. So we left him, and Moore said, as he bowed us out, that we would take a look around Mr. Tracy's apartments upstairs. Not just now, Ames said. They were about to take the body away. That won't matter. We won't incommode them. And, grasping my arm, more fairly high. hustled me along with him toward the staircase.

We went up to the wing containing the luxurious suite of the dead man. Looking at it more critically than before, I was delighted with its beautiful furnishings and appointments. We paused in the sitting room, for the undertaker's men were in the bedroom. Moore began to scrutinize the room. He did not get down in his hands and knees and show the accepted detective demeanor of a hound on the scent.

But he went about the room with his quick eyes darting here and there for possible indication of an intruder. The usual appurtenances of the master's occupancy he left apparently unnoticed, but he examined the door-sill and the windowsills. The windows, there were two large ones, gave on the lake, or rather, on that d'clock, dark pool-like stretcher of water called the sunless sea. Come and look out here, Norris, he said.

Can you imagine anyone jumping or diving into that bottomless pit? Yes, I returned. I can easily imagine it. But he would have to be a master diver and a master swimmer. Also a fearless man and a desperate one. Well put, old chap. clearly and succinctly i'll say he would indeed have to be all of those things and he was about five feet eight inches tall and not a heavy weight and he wore white flannels and tennis shoes and carried in his hand something painted red marvellous holmes marvellous i managed to ejaculate though i was nearly struck dumb at his speech now i won't be your watson unless you tell me how you picked up or made up all that

of course i'll tell you you well know i'm not the sort of mutt that likes to be mysterious and two i want your corroboration first you see the print on the white painted window-sill of what can only be the rubber sole of a tennis shoe. You see, there's by no means a full footprint, but there is enough to show the nubly soul. He was right. I could discern clearly, though faintly, a few of the imprints undeniably made by the sole of a tennis shoe. Not enough to tell whether the wearer of the shoe had his foot turned in toward the room or outward, I offered. No, he returned, eyeing me sharply. But the law of probabilities makes me believe it is turned outward.

It is hard to think of the murderer poising himself on the sill and diving into that black water, but far harder to visualize him coming in by such an entrance. Go on, I said, a bit crossly, for I didn't at all like it. our friend the murderer was about five feet eight because i am five feet ten and a half and here at the sides of the window frame we see two sets of finger-prints faint again but there and they are at a height of two and a half inches below where mine would strike if i took hold to pull myself up to the window-sill you can't get anything from those prints i told him they're too faint a mere hint only i only need a mere hint and anyway i'm only providing the exit of our criminal by this window and so down into the lake and his clothes i jeered a straw hat did you say i did not i said white flannels because here's a shreds a splinter of the uprights i did not i said white flannels because here's a shred of such caught in a splinter of the upright of the window's frame i refuse to believe in shreds of cloth clenched in the victim's hand not a shred really just a thread a strand

but it's to the zealous confirmation strong and note that he carried something painted red in his right hand see the mark just above his right hand print that is indubitably made by a piece of painted wood the devil it is i say more you're going dotty over this thing at any rate don't give it all to heart or march for they'll make ducks and drakes of it in short order no i shall give it to nobody i shall use it all myself i only show it to you because i want you to witness it this evidence may be removed and i want you to see you to see it this evidence may be removed and i want you to swear it was here i can't swear those are finger-prints i complained they're too faint you can't swear to that yourself i'll get the fingerprint man up here or get his outfit it's a wonder what they can do with the merest smudges and i say nory what's the trouble don't you want me to find clues don't you want me to unearth the villain you didn't murder tracy did you no but do go slowly key you're so impulsive so headstrong now that red streak a mere blur may have been here for days even weeks not in this house do you see any other smudges or smears on this immaculate white paint enamel paint of the finest sort every finger-print is wiped off within twenty-four hours i'm sure that's why i want to be sure of these

the men were gone now so we stepped into the bedroom save that the master was absent the room the room was much as we had already seen it the flowers now withered still lay on the pillows and the crackers and orange were on the floor where Dr. Rogers had flung them. The feather duster seemed not to interest, Key, but he scrutinized the window-sill with care. No signs here, you see, and too, there's a balcony. It would be easier to dive from the sitting-room window, so that's what our friend did. See, here's the lady's scarf. Now learn, my boy, to distinguish between. important and non-important clues. Without doubt, the sentimental Samson kept that scarf by him as a reminder and souvenir of his bride to be.

Most likely he went to bed carrying it with him, perhaps wrapped it about him or held it to his cheek. Don't be silly. Not silly at all. I see you know nothing of fetish worship. remnants of which survive among us moderns in the form of just such souvenirs so i deduce the murderer had no hand in providing the scarf but the flowers had to be brought from their vases the crackers and fruit from the table the duster from its proper abiding place all these things were achieved by our tennis-sold friend and the nail i snapped at him yes he said and the nail end of chapter eight chapter nine of the deep lake mystery by caroline wells

this librivox recording is in the public domain the deep lake mystery by caroline wells chapter nine clues and what was the nail driven home with i pursued looking about that's a queer thing too he returned some heavy mallet or hammer must have been used true it could have been driven by some other hard or heavy object but i see nothing indicative about no bronze book-ends or iron door-stop we scanned the room but saw no implement that would act as a hammer i think i may say keely went on that never have i seen a case with so many bizarre points to be sure they may be all faked in an attempt to bewilder and mislead the investigators but even so such a number of clues whether real or spurious ought to lead somewhere they will i assured him where you going to begin i don't know where i shall begin but i shall end up with the watch in the water pitcher that you will find will be the bright star in this galaxy of clues just as a favor key do tell me why you stress that so why is that silly act more illuminating than the other queernesses no gray i won't tell you that now not that i want to be mysterious but that may be my trump card, and I don't want to expose it prematurely. You'd know yourself if you'd ever

studied medical works. Medical works? I can't see any therapeutic value in the incident. Is it voodoo or a medicine man stunt? Griscombe came into the room just then, and Moore asked him again as to the watch. But we gained no new knowledge. The watch had been lying on a small jewelry tray on the dresser. The water pitcher had been on a nearby table. It seemed, like all the rest of the inexplicable circumstances, a mere bit of wanton mischief. Why do you look so worried, Griscombe, Key said, eyeing the man closely? I am worried, sir, about them west-kuts. Oh, shah, there are of small consequence compared to the graver questions we have to face, Yes, sir, but it's queer. Now, I know those two wuscots were in their right place,

Wednesday morning, and Miss Alma said the master gave him to her of a Tuesday afternoon. Oh, she just mistook the day, I said hastily, anxious to keep her name out of the discussion. But Moore was interested at once. Are you sure, he asked. perfectly sure the man replied miss alma was here tuesday afternoon and the master may have given her the westcoats then but she didn't carry them home for they were here wednesday morning one of you must be mistaken as to the day i repeated and it doesn't matter anyway oh keep still gray key said impatiently what about the totem pole grisham Was that here Wednesday morning? I don't know for certain.

He looked perplexed. Of course you don't, I broke in, irrepressibly. You can't remember exactly incidents that made no real impression on you at the time. Nobody can. And don't try to be positive about these things when you've really only a vague recollection. No, sir, Griscom said, speaking down. deferentially enough, but I caught a slight gleam of obstinacy in his eye.

Are you talking about those waistcoats? asked Everett, coming into the room. Yes, Key said, why? Only that I'm puzzled. Miss Remsen says her uncle gave them to her on Tuesday, but I know that he wore the dark blue wire one on Wednesday. At dinner time, more as... asked. Yes, we don't dress in summer unless there are ladies here. He had it on at dinner.

I'm positive." Then it's all part of the planted evidence, I informed them. Whoever staged all the foolish scene on the bed also grabbed up two waistcoats and the totem pole, made a bundle of them and deposited it in Miss Remsen's boat-house. Then why did she say she wanted them for patchwork? She didn't at first, I urged, not realizing where my argument led, but she was so put about and bewildered by that fool coroner that she scarcely knew what she was saying. I think you scarcely know what you're saying, Gray, and Moore looked at me in kindly admonition.

You'd better hush up, if you don't mind. I'm not sure Miss Remsen needs an advocate, but if she does, your incoherent babblings won't do her any good. Though he smiled, his tone was serious, and I began to see I was making a fool of myself. I turned on my heel and left the room, not trusting myself to hush up to the degree desired. In the sitting-room I saw Billy Dean looking disconsolate. I was surprised, for he had to be a little bit of a little bit of a little bit of a little bit of had seemed cheerful enough up to now. On a sudden impulse, and with a glance that he could not mistake for other than confidential, I said,

So you saw the canoe Wednesday night? Yes, he said, answering my eyes rather than my words. Then, realizing his slip, he said quickly, No, not a canoe. I heard a motorboat about midnight. Yes, yes. and a canoe later, I persisted. Look out, Dean. I'm not investigating. I'm only anxious to help the innocent,

I finished a little lamely. I don't get you, the young man said, stubbornly, and again the red flamed in his cheeks. Oh, yes, you do, and please understand we're at one in this matter. I want you to promise not to say anything about it to anyone. you see your unfortunate trick of blushing like a schoolgirl gives you away and makes you seem to admit far more than you know now before detective march or keely moore gets after you just you tell me what you know and let me advise you i'm as loyal to miss remsen as you can possibly be even if you were in love with her and i'm not i made this not entirely voracious statement to set the poor chap's mind at rest for i could see dawning jealousy in his frank and open countenance he responded to my sincerity of manner and tone and speaking almost in a whisper said

i didn't see her my room is in the other wing but i heard alma's paddling i'd know her stroke among a thousand nobody paddles as she does oh you couldn't recognize a mere paddle stroke yes i could it's unique i tell you she has a peculiar rhythm and if you know it it's unmistakable at what time was this about half-past one a few minutes later just after the clock in the hall had chimed the half-hour why do you tell me this He glared at me. That's a nice question when you've fairly dragged it out of me. But I'm banking on your statement that you're loyal to Alma, and I'm hoping that you can somehow ward off inquiries from Mr. Moore or keep the police away from her house.

You don't think she had anything to do with... Of course, I know Alma Remsen had nothing to do with her uncle's death, if that's what you're trying to say, but I do believe she was here late that night, and if that fact is discovered, it means trouble all around. He had suddenly acquired a dignity quite at variance with his former boyish embarrassment, and spoke earnestly and steadily.

Why would she come here at such an hour? She... she comes at any time. She has her own key. He was floundering again. Yes, I know, but at half-past one at night? What could be the explanation? I can't tell you, I daren't tell you, he moaned like a child. But, oh, Mr. Norris, do stand by.

Do use any tact or cleverness you may possess to keep the hounds off her track. She will be persecuted unless we can save her. He began to look wild-eyed, and I began to fear that Miss Remsen had even a worse and more imbecile helper in him than in me. But the whole affair was growing in interest, and I was glad to have a sympathizer in my belief in Alma Remsen's innocence, whatever sort he might be. For I had caught a few words from the next room, and I felt certain that Everett and Keely Moore were talking over the strange story of Alma, and the waistcoats. Feeling I could do no more with Dean just then, I went back to the bedroom.

Sifting clues, I asked, trying to speak casually. Key looked at me and smiled a little. Absent clues rather than present ones, he said. You see, the waistcoats and the totem pole disappeared, but so did the plate, the fruit plate. Is that important? I asked. Why, yes, in a way.

Everything that is here or that isn't here is important. A bit cryptic, but I grasp your meaning, I told him. Then the hammer that belongs to the nail is important? Very much so, Key answered, gravely. Do you know where it is? I don't, but it seems to me you haven't looked for it very hard. if the murderer is one of this household presumably he used a hammer belonging here then it loses its importance the hammer is only of interest if it was brought in from outside have you made any headway at all key not much i confess mr everett here inclines to ames and ames inclines to everett and ames inclines to everett was the

somewhat surprising observation of the secretary himself. Yes, he went on, as I looked at him in amazement, but I think, I hope, Ames only suspects me because it's the conventional thing to do. In stories, you know, nine-tenths of the crimes are committed by the confidential secretary. Not so many, I said, judicially, four-tenths at most, then three-tenths by the butler, three-tenths by the inheriting nephew, and two-tenths by—' Hold up, Gray, Keeley cried. You've used up your quota of tenths already. But Ames is a really fine suspect. Except that he can't dive, and I can, Everett helped along.

And there's no way out of this locked apartment, except through, a window, and all the windows are on the sunless sea. Could you dive into that and come up smiling? asked Key. I could, Everett said, but I'd rather not. I know the rocks and all that, but it's a tricky stunt. Ames could never do it. Unless he's been hoaxing you all as to his prowess in the water, Moore suggested. Yes, that's.

that might be everett assented thoughtfully then moore and i started for home as we left the house he proposed we go in a boat of which there seemed to be plenty and despair at the dock in preference to a canoe keely selected a trim round-bottomed rowboat and we started off he did the rowing by choice and he bent to his oars in silence i too felt disinclined to talk, and we shot along the water, propelled by his long, steady strokes. I looked about me. The whole scene was a setting for peace and happiness, not for crime. Yet here was black crime, stalking through the landscape, aiming for pleasure dome, and clutching in its wicked hand the master of the noble estate. I looked back at the wonderful view, the great house built on a gently sloping hill shone white in the summer sunlight. The densely growing trees, judiciously thinned out or cut into vistas,

made a perfect background, and the foreground lake, shimmering now as the sun caught its wavelets, veiled its dangers and treachery beneath a guise of smiling light. We went on and on, and I suddenly realized, that we had passed the moor bungalow keely i said thinking he had forgotten to land where are you going to the island he replied and his face wore an inscrutable look come along gray but for heaven's sake don't say anything foolish better not open your mouth at all better yet stay in the boat no i cried i'm going to say anything foolish i cried i'm going to be it going with you. Don't be silly, Key. I shan't make a fool of myself. Well, try not to anyway, he said grimly, and then we made a landing at Alma Remsen's home. It was a tidy little dock and trim boathouse that received us, and I realized

the aptness of the name Whistling Reeds, for the tall reeds that lined some stretches of shore were even now whistling faintly in the summer breeze a stronger wind would indeed make them voiceful back of the reeds were trees and i had a passing thought that never had i seen so many trees on one island so dense that they seemed like an impenetrable growth the path cut through them to the house was not at once discernible this way key said and struck into a sort of lane between the sentinel poplars and hemlocks but a short walk brought us out into a great clearing where was a charming cottage and most pleasant grounds and gardens there were terraces flower beds tennis court bowling green and a field showing a huge target set up for archery practice it fascinated me and i no longer wondered that miss remsen loved her island home the house itself though called a cottage was a good-sized affair of two and a half stories with verandas and balconies and a hospitable atmosphere seemed to pervade the porches furnished with their wicker chairs and chintz cushions yet the place was so still so uninhabited looking that i shuddered involuntarily. I became conscious of a sinister effect, an undercurrent of something eerie and strange.

I glanced off at the trees and shrubbery. It was easily seen that the island of two or three acres, I thought, was bright and cheerful only immediately around the house. Surrounding the clearing for that, the trees closed in, and the result was like an enormous lofty wall of impenetrable black woods. I quickly came back to the house, and as we went up the steps, Alma Remsen came out on the porch. I shall never forget how she looked then. For the first time I saw her close by without a hat. Her hair of golden brown, but bright gold in the sunlight, was in soft short ringlets, like a baby's curls. i know a lot having sisters about marcelle and permanent about water waves and finger curls but this hair i recognized had that unusual attribute long for by all women it was naturally curly

the tendrils clustered at the nape of her neck and broke into soft thick curls at the top of her head i had never seen such fat and dimly wondered what it was like before she had it cut short. She wore a sort of sport suit of white silk with bands of green. She glanced down at this apologetically. I ought to be in black, she said, or at least all white, but I am when I go over to the mainland. Here at home it doesn't seem to matter, does it? she looked up at me appealingly though with no trace of coyness of course not i assured her our affection is not made or marred by the color of a garment

this sounded a bit stilted even to me but kee had told me not to make a fool of myself and i was trying hard to obey sit down she said hospitably but though calm she was far from being at ease we're only going to stay a minute kee said we must get home to luncheon it's late now and my wife will be furious miss remsen i think i'll speak right out and not beat about the bush she turned rather white but sat listening her hands clasped in her lap and her little white-shod foot tapping nervously on the porch floor i want to ask you keely moore spoke out in a tone of such kindness that i could see alma pluck up heart a bit about the waistcoats though it may be of a trifling matter yet great issues may hang on it when you said your uncle gave them to you you were strictly truthful she sat silent looking from one to the other of us when she glanced at me i was startled at the message in her eyes if ever a call of s o s was signalled it was then without a word or a gesture her gaze implored my help but with all the willingness in the world what could i do keely had warned me against making a fool of myself and though i would gladly have defied him to serve her i could see no way to do so fool or no fool all i could do was to give her back gaze for gaze and try to put in my eyes all the sympathy and help that was surging up in my heart

i think she understood and yet i could see a shadow of disappointment that i could as she saw do nothing definite moore was waiting for his answer but she was deliberate of manner and speech by what right are you questioning me mr moore she said principally by right of my interest in you and your welfare and my great desire to be of service to you key's sincerity was beyond all doubt that is the truth yes miss remsen that is the truth then i will tell you that you can be of service to me only by refraining for your truth then i will tell you that you can be of service to me only by refraining from questioning me and ceasing to interest yourself in my welfare the asperity of the words was contradicted by the supplicating glance and the troubled face of the girl before us her eyelids quivered with that agonized trembling i had learned to know and she fairly bit her lips in an effort to preserve her poise i'm sorry not to take you at your word and leave you at once but i must warn you that the police will doubtless come to see you and i'm sure you are in need of advice police she breathed scarcely audibly yes not hart but more likely detective march he is not an unkind man but he will do his duty and it will be an ordeal for you now won't you let me help you as a friend or if not won't you call a lawyer of good standing and repute a lawyer she breathed exactly as she had spoken of the police

clearly the poor child was at her wits end the reason for her distress i did not see for surely nobody could dream of her being mixed up in a crime the obvious explanation was that she was shielding somebody and this was my theory i came to a swift conclusion that she had gone to pleasure dome that night that she had seen or heard the murderer at his fell deed and that it had so unnerved her that she could not control herself when thinking of it this seemed to point to billy dean that is if she cared for him as he did for her key was forging ahead yes please try to realize miss remsen that the visit from the police detective is inevitable he will doubtless come this afternoon you will have to see him one can't evade the law now let me help you to be a little prepared for him and not let him throw you into spasms of terrified silence or worse impetuous and impetuous and incriminating statements. Still looking at him steadily, Alma Remsen seemed to change. Her face grew calm, even haughty. Her lips set in a straight line that betokened determination and courage, and her eyes fairly gleamed with a beautiful bravery that transformed her into a veritable

goddess of war. She seemed to have taken up her sword and her shield. and I think it was at that moment that I realized that I loved her and adored her as something far above earthly mortals. I couldn't help her, at least not at the moment, but I could worship her and did so with the innermost fibers of my being. Then this new Alma spoke. Mr. Moore, she said, and Mr. Norris, I thank you for this visit. I thank you for the kindness that prompted it, and for your offers of assistance. But there is nothing you can do, either of you. I am alone in the world.

Alone, I must fight my battles and conquer my foes. Alone I must defend my actions and accept my misfortunes. I live alone. I shall always be alone, and alone I must decide upon my course in this present crisis. please believe i am grateful and please believe i am sorry not to accept your kindly offered assistance but i cannot tell you anything i cannot i cannot mary her final despairing call brought the old nurse on the run yes lamb yes my darling there there mrs merriville clasped the trembling girl to her bosom and glared at us as at vile whispers. "'Please go away, gentlemen,' she said in a repressed tone that indicated wrath behind it.

"'Please leave, my young lady, for the present. She will see you if she wishes at some other time. But now she is nervous and all wrought up with the horror of her uncle's death. If you are men, let her alone.' The last plea was brought out with a dramatic touch worthy of a tragedy queen and i know i felt like a worm of the dust and i devoutly hoped that keely felt even more so he gave one last bit of unsolicited advice you'd better be with miss remsen when the police come mrs merrivale he said and no one could have put any construction on his words other than the kindest and most disinterested counsel then we went away and keel Healy wrote us home without a word.

End of chapter 9. Chapter 10 of the Deep Lake Mystery by Carolyn Wells. This Libervox recording is in the public domain. The Deep Lake Mystery by Carolyn Wells. Chapter 10. Discussion If whistling reeds had seemed desolate and sinister, Variable Winds was just the opposite.

Clean, wind. swept, cheerful with flowers, and only pleasantly shaded by the waving trees. The place was like a sanctuary after the forbidding aspect of the island home. Luncheon was ready, and the two women who awaited our coming were not at all reproachful, but welcomed us with smiles. "'Dust up a bit and then come along,' admonished Laura, and we obeyed. at the table though the subject of the tragedy was not entirely taboo there was no real discussion until we were later seated in the lounge comfortably smoking and resting from our strenuous morning the keynote is the missing waistcoats key announced oracularly you said the keynote was the watch in the water pitcher i reminded him they are part of the same note he informed me the work of the same hand and equally illuminating as signboards oh if you're going to be mysterious

i'm not gray but i can't announce decisions that are not yet entirely clear in my own mind i'm sorry dr rogers went away he could read the message of the watch at once but i don't want to put it up to any other doctor well of course i can't help you as you were so close-minded nonsense gray said laura of course we can help the watch may or may not be of such great importance but it surely isn't all there is of it nor the waistcoats either to me those things seem merely adjuncts of the rest of the queer performance the flowers and feather duster and all that but the waistcoats are in contradictory stories i argued miss remsen said she took them home tuesday afternoon and left them in the boat-house where they were found griscombe says they were in their place on wednesday then everett came along and said mr tracy wore one of them the blue one wednesday night at dinner well then and laura looked at me keenly what point are you making you making you make Gray. These stories seem to stultify Miss Remsen's statement. I'm making the point, I declared, that the girl isn't quite responsible for her own statements. She doubtless told her uncle she would like the satin for her patchwork, and he probably said she could have it.

But she didn't carry the waistcoats away with her Tuesday afternoon, that we know. So, what conclusion is there, but that, as the old nurse said, it is all a plant? Somebody came in the night, killed Mr. Tracy, and then, after fixing up all that jiggery-pokery, went off carrying the waistcoats and totem pole, and carefully planted them in Alma-Renzons' Boathouse. I can't see anything incriminating to the girl and all that. "'Gray, dearie,' Laura said. said, with a queer, affectionate little smile. You couldn't see anything incriminating to

Miss Remsen with a licked telescope. Now, that's all right, and I'm not cavilling. But unless you can approach this matter with an unbiased mind, maybe you'd better keep out of it. Keep out of it nothing, I exclaimed. I admit, I admire Miss Remsen, but that's all the more reason to see things clearly and stay in. in the discussion right said maud and i vote that gray be in at all and that we pay a special attention to his opinions i looked at her quickly to see if she was guying me but she was not and i at once recovered my balance my self-respect and an added cocksure air that caused the moors both of them great amusement but i was not at all daunted by their smiles, and I went on.

My opinion is this, I stated, the man who killed Samson Tracy is as clever as they come. He fixed up all the rubbishy evidence to mislead the investigators. But, perhaps on purpose, perhaps accidentally, he led directly to Miss Remsen in the matter of the waistcoats and the totem pole. And so... Now, grazy, dear, and Keith. threw the stub of his cigar into the ashtray. I'm ready to talk. So call a halt on the waistcoat

totem matter, and let's get down to cases. It's a case all right, said Laura, whose fine eyes were gazing directly at her husband as she concentrated on the subject. Key, you've got your chance. Chance, more echoed. I'm no Sherlock. I'm ready to say. right out that I am all afloat, absolutely at sea in this thing. Somehow this comforted me. I feared he would jump at once to a conclusion that somehow incriminated Alma Remsen, and I was greatly relieved that he didn't. Wanting to be helpful, I volunteered, How about the weapon? There's the nail, of course, but what about the hammer or mallet?

I can't see that nail driven without a weapon. driven without a heavy implement key looked at me no he said I can't either how about a croquet mallet that would fit I responded know of any hereabouts not precisely but the tennis court at Whistling reeds used to be a croquet ground I quailed but I hope I didn't show it and that proves, I said jauntily. Nothing but possibility. Which isn't much? No, it isn't much.

Key looked harassed. But a lot of little bits of evidence added together, make a... Make a muckle, I jibed. All right, what's your muckle? That Alma Remsen knows more about this matter than she's telling. Moore's deadly still toned, more than his words, struck a chill of terror to my heart. For a moment, knowing his great wisdom as well as I did, I was tempted to tell him everything, but caution held me back, and I only said,

It may be. Laura looked at me curiously. Gray, she said, you don't know anything, do you? I was glad she put it like. this. No, Laura, I replied. I don't know anything. If I did, I'd speak out. But I do believe that there is a deep, dark, underlying mystery that none of us understands, and I wish I could see into it. Key will see into it, she said confidently, and I could only respond. I hope to heaven he will. Key sat without speaking for a moment or two, and then said,

"'Gray, what was the reason for Miss Remsen's sudden change of base while we were talking to her?' "'Change of base?' I said, stupidly. "'Yes, don't be an imbecile. I know you noticed it. It was just after I told her the police would come to interview her. That seemed to spur her or stir her up in some way, for she at once became a different being, more alert and alive, more determined. Yes, I noticed it, I told him. I can't explain it except to say that she was startled at the idea of a police interview, and it brought out her natural bravery and courage.

She rose to the occasion, and I've no doubt she will meet heart. with proper dignity and poise. It won't be heart, it will be March. March is a good man, but I doubt if he can swing this case. Of course he can't, I declared. But you're going to do the swinging yourself. Then I'd better begin. Now, let's marshal our facts.

First of all, we have the collection of properties found on the bed. was that all the work of one hand yes i said but not necessarily the hand of the murderer that's right and more nodded assent i'm inclined to think a waggish-minded visitor followed up the murderer and arranged that scenery why asked laura very thoughtfully i can think of no reason key returned except in an effort to direct suspicion away from the real criminal who would do that only a clever and watchful person determined to shield the murderer set up a hypothetical case suggested maud say mrs dallas was the murderer how absurd cried laura why should she kill the man she expected to marry that we don't know maud went on in her calm way but there may have been reasons suppose mr tracy had learned some secret in mrs dallas's past go on kee said briefly as maud looked at him questioningly i know it sounds melodramatic but the whole affair is melodramatic and the whole affair is melodramatic and then those clues don't seem to lead anywhere. Well, suppose Mrs. Dallas did it, killed him, I mean,

and suppose somebody saw her who cared for her. Mr. Ames or Mr. Everett or, or anybody. Mightn't he trump up all that funny business to make it seem as if she could not have done it? I don't think you've struck it quite right, Maude, Keely said, but I will say there is a germ of thought in your theory. Granting two people concerned, there's no reason to think them accomplices. It's far more likely one is covering up the deeds of the other. All of which is fantastic and not founded on fact, Laura put in.

It's only imagination, and one can imagine anything. You have no use for imagination, I asked her, smiling. Yes, when it is admittedly imagination, as in a fairy story or a romance. But imagination must not be used as a basis for argument. She's right, Keeley said slowly. Laura's usually right. Now, what facts have we, outside the feather duster lot?

The people themselves. I offered, the relationships between the people and the motives of the people. That's more like it, and Key gave me a glance of approval. Take the household first. Who's the most likely suspect? Mrs. Dallas, I said promptly. She isn't in the household? Same as. She had a latch key, so that makes her practically one of them.

Then Alma Remsen is in the same case. Same case, I agreed, knowing better than to combat him. All right, go on. What's the widow's motive? I knew Moore's methods. He'd like to have us make suggestions that he could accept or discard, thereby giving his mind something to work on. We can't get at her motive, I told him, because we know too little about her.

A personal interview with her is needed, and then she would probably, or at least perhaps, let slip some hint of why she wanted Sampson Tracy out of her way. She'd have to hate him, said Maud, doubtfully. Whoever killed him must have hated him, he declared. It was a brutal murder. Don't over-stress the... the brutality, Laura put in. It was horrible, of course, but to my mind it was less dreadful than

shooting or stabbing. Where did the murderer get his nail, mused Key? The nail and the hammer, Laura said, inclines me to the servants or the secretaries. I can't see Mrs. Dallas or Alma Renzen coming to the house armed with a hammer and nail. They might bring a pistol or a dagger, but the implement used must have been picked up impulsively or impetuously in the Tracy pantries or offices. Unless the murderer acted on the story, Maude told of, the Spanish story of the nail, I observed.

Rather far-fetched, he returned, I'd have to see a copy of that book in a suspect's possession before I'd take much stock in that theory. I rather fancy it, Maud insisted. Any of our suspects, and I suppose they include all who were questioned by the coroner, may have read that book. The servants? I asked. Yes. Often servants read books that they run across, though they had never dream. of buying them. Then Griscombe for choice, Moore said.

Say his motive is a desire to get his legacy at once. Say his friendship for his master is not so great as he pretends, and there's no question of his opportunity. Say he reads that gruesome tale and concluded it would be a fine way to get his money quickly. Then, after his deed is accomplished, he has a goodisham. imagination enough, or ingenuity enough, to fix up all those tricks on the bed, and in his zeal

he rather overdid it. Your own imagination is running away with you, I declared. It may all be true, but you've no atom of proof, nor even an atom of evidence against Griscombe more than any other servant. Sally Bray Sally Bray may have been Griscom's accomplice. Isn't she in love with him? Is she? I inquired. There's the trouble, Key.

We don't know enough facts. Is Sally in love with the butler? Is Mrs. Dallas in love with the secretary? Is Harper Ames in love with Mrs. Dallas? Get these things settled for certain and then try to fit in your theories. that's so gray more agreed and i see mr police detective march coming our way i hate to acknowledge it but he may know more in his ordinary police way than we highfalutin transcendent detectives have so far been able to ferret out i glanced out of the window to see the stolid-looking man tramping along toward our door

although he showed little alertness or eagerness there was a sort of power in the way he carried himself that gave me a feeling of confidence he came in as kee rose to greet him spoke to the ladies in a preoccupied way and seated himself comfortably in a big easy-chair well he said i've been to see the remsen girl what about her key asked nothing so far she's rattled to death and all upset of course but though i think she's trying to hide something i'm sure it's nothing of real importance i mean she thinks she knows something about somebody that seems to her of evidential value but it isn't how do you know it isn't this way mr moore she gets embarrassed at the wrong places go on say more about it it's hard to explain so as to make it plausible but when i ask her about her doings that night or about her relations with her uncle or her feeling toward mrs dallas she's as unconcerned and unself-conscious as a child but when i refer to those waistcoats or that painted pole she gets queer-like all in a minute and you gather from that that she is worried to death about the waistcoats because somebody must have put them in her boat-house to incriminate her and that scares her while any talk of the actual murder seems not to disturb her nearly so much

you have imagination mr march moore said looking at him with a sort of admiration or you couldn't see all that no mr moore the policeman looked earnest that's only seeing things as they are i saw all that in miss remsen's face and attitude it isn't imagination a detective needs its ability to read the facts right it's the fact's the fact's right it's the thing that's the fact the criminal who has to have imagination. This present murderer surely had it, Moore said. Yes, if he is the one who fixed up the doodads around the dead man. Sometimes I think he was, and then again I don't see how he could have been. Why? Well, the murder, even though a cruel stroke, was the work of an intelligent mind.

a less imaginative brain would have chosen shooting or stabbing as a method but granting a mentality that could think of and carry out a killing like that nail business i can't reconcile it with the personality that would collect those gie gau's and scatter them around why wasn't that done with intent to mislead oh mislead yes but why so much of it that's the point that's the point a few flowers now even the crucifix all right but the exaggeration the superfluity the piling on of the orange and crackers the lady's scarf the watch in the water pitcher the missing waistcoats totem pole and fruit plate keely broke in as if unable longer to keep still what do you make of all these things march what i said exaggeration overdoing so we must hunt for a nature a temperament that is extravagant and over-generous rather than a well-balanced mind good work keelie more exclaimed for he was always ready to acclaim merit and he thought the detective showed real insight and you didn't discover this extravagant spirit in miss remsen not a bit of it she's a lovely lady and she may know something she's keeping quiet about but she had no hand in the crime she had no hand in the decoration of the death-bed in that fantastic manner motives she had opportunities she had but after all they're not everything

i blessed the man in my heart for this whole-souled acquittal of alma and i began to feel more interest in the matter then who's your pet suspect kee was asking i have four the detective answered frankly mr ames mrs dallas and the two secretaries quite a netful keely smiled do you care to detail your reasons or do you think i ought to do my own investigating no said march ponderously he was a big man heavy of voice as of body and he seemed to weigh his way his own words as he spoke them no mr moore i'm only too glad to tell you all i know to give you all i get for i know you are the one to make the deductions from my facts all right then go ahead motives first for all four what about the will it will be read to-morrow afternoon after the funeral but i will tell you the gist of it it's really no secret but-i'll be read to-morrow afternoon after the funeral but i will tell you the gist of it it's really no secret but better not mention its terms until after they're made public. Moore nodded, and March went on. The bulk of the fortune and estate goes to Miss Remsen, as she is Tracy's only natural heir.

There is a gift of $50,000 to Mrs. Dallas, and $25,000 each to the two secretaries. Oh, yes, and $50,000 to Mr. Ames. This still leaves a big fortune for Miss Remsen, Laura asked. Yes, ma'am. Old Tracy had between two and three millions, I'm told. So, with the servants' bequests and charities included, that only runs to, say, two or three hundred thousand, and the young lady is left very nicely fixed. Servants get much?

griscombe ten thousand and some stocks besides mrs fen about the same the other servants in proportion according as to how long they've been employed well keely mused that's enough about the conditions of the will to work on now granting greed as the motive we have your four suspects and griscombe and the cook all possibly guilty yes and you needn't exclude the other servants i mean they all had equal motive and the same opportunity but it never was a servant's job never march looked so positive that moore asked him to say why no clues came the answer you see granting some one of the servants had the ingenuity the imagination to cook up this way of doing the killing he would have taken a hammer and nail from the house stores didn't he he did not i've combed over the whole kitchen outfit pantries offices store-rooms cellars garage and every such place and i know every nail and hammer in the whole place and there's no such nail as that one used to end sampson tracy's life in the whole layout and the hammer more looked quizzical i grant the hammer is less easily identifiable but i've hunted for finger-prints on the hammers and mallets around the premises and there are no prints on them except the ones legitimately there this isn't proof positive but it's fairly so when you take it in connection with the absence of any such nails as we're searching for and the unlikelyhood of any of the underservants being able to get access to mr tracy's apartments

except for griscombe none of them is allowed in the living rooms at night and i don't suspect griscom yet now eames and the two secretaries were inside the house but mrs dallas was not more prompted further disclosures well like miss remsen mrs dallas's having a latchkey puts her in an even footing with the people in the house and i can tell you anybody with the people in the house and i can tell you anybody with the latch key could get into that house unheard i've tried it and the door latch and lock are so slick and so well oiled that they move with absolute silence then the thick soft rugs in the hall and on the stairs are sound-proof and there's no creaking step anywhere of course all the appointments of that house are perfect but it's especially true of the precautions taken to eliminate noise purposely so i dare say it may be old tracy had a special objection to noise and so guarded against it but that doesn't matter the fact remains anybody could go all over that house without making a sound if careful enough then whether the murderer was a member of the household or a silent intruder from outside how did he get away from mr tracy's suite of rooms leaving the outer door of the suite locked behind him march looked keely moore squarely in the face have you no idea he said have you countered moore oh yes i have he went out the window

into the lake into the lake end of chapter ten chapter eleven of the deep lake mystery by caroline wells This Libravox recording is in the public domain. The Deep Lake Mystery by Carolyn Wells. Chapter 11. Evidence The two women who were eagerly listening were, of course, more surprised than were Keely and I, but they were no more chagrined. I could see Key's look of blank astonishment, as he heard March's assertion and saw the look of conviction on the detective's face.

Then, Keely recovered himself enough to speak coolly, then we must look for a master diver after all. Practically, yes, March agreed, but that doesn't mean a world wonder or a professional champion. It is more to the point that our diver should know the position of the rocks under the windows and the locality of the clear depths. Have you any proof of all this? I sure have. Footprints on the windowsill,

fingerprints on the window frame, and a streak of red paint. Red paint? Yes, which I take to be the scratch of that totem thing. Why do you take that? Well, to my mind, that totem means something. You know the old. original totem poles, I've been looking up the matter, had to do with clans or family filthy or something like that. You don't seem to be entirely clear about it, Laura said with a little smile.

No, ma'am, I'm not, but I'm clear enough to make my point that whoever took that pole, took it as a memento or a mascot, or whatever you like to call it of Samson Tracy. I mean it made it all all a personal matter, not the work of an ordinary burglar. No, Key agreed, I can't see the earmarks of an ordinary burglar. I see what Mr. March is driving at, Maude declared. He means that the murderer, whoever he was, was one who knew Mr. Tracy and had known him intimately. One who was either a family connection or a housemate, and who killed his victim

for personal reasons, rather than for robbery or sordid motives. Yes, ma'am, Mark spoke gratefully. That's what I mean, partly. And it seems to me like the work of a friend suddenly turned enemy, or a calm, self-restrained nature that something roused to the pitch of homicidal mania. Ah, psychology, began Laura, but March interrupted. no ma'am i don't hold with those modern highfalutin sciences dr rogers now he knows all about such things but you didn't hear him referring to anything of the sort no i don't mean psychology but only just the natural working of a brain suddenly aroused to ungovernable rage for a reason for a reason of course the reason doubtless as being Tracy's refusal of whatever boon the other was asking. Then this other may be a relative, a friend, or a servant?

Yes, always remembering it as a person with an ingenious brain and proficiency in diving and swimming. Count him up, then, and Moore held up his hand and checked off on his fingers. Ames, Everett, Griscombe. Mrs. Dallas and Miss Remsen, March finished for him. Oh, leave out the women, I said, trying to speak lightly. They can't dive like pearlfishers. Miss Remsen can, March asserted,

and it may be that Mrs. Dallas can, though we don't know for certain. Well, Laura said slowly, give us some more evidence. You can't sit up and realize, off names of people, you might as well include Mrs. Merrill and myself. No, ma'am, you had no motive. You're not mentioned in the will. But surely then Mrs. Dallas had no motive. She expected to marry Mr. Tracy. Why should she want to kill him? Mrs. Dallas is in love with Mr. Everett. She would rather have her legacy and his legacy than to marry Tracy and have the whole works.

Mrs. Dallas is not a grasping sort, but she is a woman of deep passions, and she is desperately in love with that good-looking young man. You seem to know the secrets of their hearts, March, Keely said. What about Harper Ames? He's the puzzle, Mark shook his head. He's the one I can't. can't make out he asked you to take on the case didn't he he certainly did more stated well that's either because he's innocent himself or because he wants to appear so

can he swim it's hard to say who can swim and who can't for those who can can easily pretend they can't but that man is as deep as the sun sea, and so far I haven't been able to size him up exactly. But look here, March. If you've footprints and fingerprints, what more do you want? Who's are they, anyway? That's another queer thing. They're Miss Remsen's, but she isn't the criminal. How do you know? I've talked with her. Now, I'm puzzled about Ames. He's a deep and wily sort. But Miss Remsen is a sweet, innocent young girl, and I'm not so inexperienced that I can't read such. She was scared of me at first, but once I got her calm down, she was straightforward and truthful. I know that, and I'll stand by it. I could have hugged the man in my joy at his

staunch partisanship toward Alma, and I asked more questions. Yet you say those were her fingerprints on the window frame? He gave me a quick look. You saw them then? Yes, they were hers. She was there, you know, on the Tuesday afternoon. Her uncle did say she could have the waistcoats for her fancy work, and he gave her the totem pole, too.

She had the pole in her hand when she went to open a window, as the room was too warm. She remembered it scratching the white paint And hope the mark it made could be washed off And was it the mark of her shoe sole on the windowsill? Keely asked And I couldn't judge whether his suave tone Was indicative of suspicion or not

No, sir, it wasn't. March sounded triumphant. Miss Remsen's souls have little round dots in the rubber these prints show diamond-shaped dots that lets her out then key said drawing a long breath of relief which made me suddenly realize how strongly he had suspected her it does but she never was in that girl couldn't have committed that fearsome crime it's against all belief a hardened man of the world now or a callous-hearted servant or even an experienced woman of society. All these sophisticated minds, yes. But that simple-hearted, innocent young girl, no.

I agree to that, Laura said, not only because I want to, but because it's common sense and also psychology. Alma might have shot or stabbed in a moment of mad rage, but to bring a nail and hammer? it's too absurd do you think the murderer was abnormal maud said to keely to my mind all murderers are abnormal he replied thoughtfully it sure isn't normal for anyone to kill anyone else so whether temporarily or permanently to me a murderer is not only abnormal but insane insane in the sense you mean march agreed that is on one occasion and on one subject but that is not what is usually meant by insanity however i think we're of the same mind about that

did you see the doughty merryvale when you were at miss remsen's house key asked yes and she is a tartar she tried to put me off the premises But Miss Remsen stayed her hand. Also, her better half came to her aid, and I had the pair to play, Kate. I didn't know the Amazon had a mate. Oh, yes, John Merivale, and even bigger and more muscular than Mary herself. Miss Remsen is well protected. They are both her absolute slaves, and except for her intervention would willingly have thrown me in the lake.

What attitude did you take? Strong arm of the law, effect. Said they must answer questions, or they'd be hailed to court for contempt of same. I scared them good and plenty, but I got absolutely no information from them, that is, by word of mouth. But I gleaned a few hints from their unguarded expressions,

or their sudden exhibitions of emotion. Such as? Nothing very definite, only their reactions to other people. The two Merivale seemed to think in unison. I gathered that they hate Mrs. Dallas, abhor Mr. Ames, tolerate the two secretaries, and are inordinately jealous and envious

of all and sundry servants in the Pleasuredome estate. that and their worshipful adoration of Miss Remsen herself is about all I picked up. Did you go inside the house or only on the porch? Both. I asked to go inside as it was too damp for my rheumatism outside, but, of course, I saw nothing suspicious. No waistcoats or missing fruit plates. The room I was in was just an ordinary, tastefully furnished living room, a piano, Davenport, tables, bookcases, lamps, all such

as you'd expect to find in a modern home. And the girl lives all alone? Yes, I asked her if she didn't care for a companion or chaperone, and she smiled and said Mary was all those things to her. She seems entirely able to look after herself, and now she will be mistress of pleasure dome, and I think she'll be able to look after that. Then you've definitely crossed her off the suspect list? Almost.

There's one little point still bothering me, and I shall go again to the island when both Miss Remsen and her two sentinels are out. Can you get such an opportunity? Yes, tomorrow at the time of the first. funeral. They will, of course, all attend the services, and I shall make a small raid on whistling reeds. By the way, what a weird, eerie place it is! Isn't it? Laura cried. It gives me the shivers just to go past it in the boat.

But I must go call on Alma. Shall we go today, Maude? Later, perhaps, dear. I'd like to go. I'd like to go. I'd like to go. I'm I'm fond of Alma, and, like Mr. March, I am sure she never had a hand in this terrible affair. A maid entered then and announced Mr. Harper Ames. Keely looked at March, who nodded, and Ames was shown in. Ah, Mr. March, a confab? he said, after he had greeted the rest of us. No objections to my joining it, I suppose? he took no heed of march's reply but seated himself comfortably and accepted the cigar keely offered him i have come he said speaking slowly and distinctly

to see if you are investigating the tracy matter mr moore to see what you have accomplished so far and to learn if you hope for success his pause and his inquiring glance demanded a reply, and Keely said, with equal slowness and distinctness, Yes, Mr. Ames, I am investigating the Tracy matter. I have accomplished so far, only some preliminary work, and I hope for success, of course, or I shouldn't keep on with the case. One more question, then. Are you making your investigation at my request, at my expense? and under my direction?"

No, I think not. Keeley spoke with utmost good nature, but with the decided shake of his head. You see, it irks me to work for another, if I am interested in a case for myself. Why are you so interested in this case? Key stared at him. Because it is a case to interest all residents of Deep Lake

district. Because murder has been done in our hitherto peaceful community, and every right-thinking man must or should be interested. If by my experience and training I am better able than some to look into the facts and indications of the evidence gathered, it is surely my duty to do so, regardless of requests or directions from anybody else. Well, then, after all, Ames smiled, I can't see that it matters much, except that if you're working for me, you get paid for it. If you're on your own, you don't.

I couldn't quite understand this man, suave, polished, and of gentle voice and correct manners. He now and then broke out with a brusque, blunt speech that seemed to betray a cruder nature beneath his veneer. Yet he had said nothing really rude had only stated the bald facts of the matter. I glanced at March. He too was covertly studying Ames.

I felt sure he was puzzled in the same way I was. Keeley, however, seemed ready to meet Ames on his own ground. Yes, he added, you've struck it right. Work for you and take your money, or go it alone and get no pay. Well, Mr. Ames, I'm going it alone, this trip. But if I don't take your money,

mayn't I ask for something else from you? Won't you give me some advice or some data or some facts you've picked up? Why should I? Because, though I'm not working at your direction, i shall do just as good work in fact just the same work as if i were therefore you will get the results the same as if you paid for them oughtn't that to make you willing to help in any way you can but you're assuming i want to save money you speak as if i should be glad not to have to pay your bill not so mr moore when i asked you to take me as a client i was and am perfectly willing to shoulder the expenses.

I see. Then, Mr. Ames, the question of price, doesn't interest you. Therefore, I ask of you, as you ask of me, to help me with any information you may possess. And how do you know I possess any? Because you are afraid. You are not afraid for yourself, but for someone else. it was when key was making a statement of this sort that he was at his best his good-looking face grew positively handsome in its impressive strength and forcefulness only i and perhaps laura knew that it was play acting knew that what keely more said in this histrionic manner was almost always merely bluff he didn't know at all that aim was shielding someone else, but this was his way of finding out,

and nine times out of ten it was successful. It was this time. Harper Ames collapsed like a man struck by lightning. He fell back in his seat and turned a sickly white. I felt sorry for him. It didn't seem quite cricket for Key to get him like that. I moved toward him. him but more spoke sharply let him alone gray don't touch him that moment however had given ames time to pull himself together also his insolent manner returned to him

i get you more he said with an unpleasant laugh we are enemies then so be it you have turned me down now i turn you down and the thing i can came to tell you you will never know the investigation you proposed to make will be futile the success you so confidently hope for you will never achieve the man was very angry indeed his rage was a revelation to me i had not supposed him capable of such fierce passions it flashed across my mind that a man like that could murder on a sudden provocation But now March took a hand. Mr. Ames, the police detective said in a quiet way, you have said too much not to say more. Since you admitted you came here to tell something, you were obliged to tell it.

And if I refuse? You will be called upon to tell it to the chief of police. And if I still refuse? i think you know for yourself the consequences of such a procedure ame sat silent a few moments and then he said oh i don't want any unpleasantness my speech was partly bluff but what there is to it i am quite willing to tell you it is only that after i went to my room that night after leaving mr tracy i heard sounds of which i have not told you Hold. Important sounds? That's as may be.

How do I know? I heard, or I thought I heard, a step on the stair. Are you sure, Mr. Ames? asked March. For I cannot manage to make a step that is audible on those softly carpeted stairs at Pleasuredome? Ames looked at him in surprise. is that so well it may have been a step in the hall nor along the thick carpet of the hall went on march as if he had not been interrupted you're trying to say i lie ames cried out but it is true i will not say then what the sound was but i did hear a slight sound outside my door a little before two o'clock Did it wake in you?

Mark spoke eagerly. No, I was awake, I think, but I heard it distinctly, though very faintly. It was like... Yes, what was it like? You said like a step. No, not like a step, like a gliding, shuffling movement, and a... uh go on like a stick or something dragged across my door dragged oh i mean drawn across my door here like this ames with a petulant gesture picked up an ivory paper cutter from the table and drew it leisurely across a cupboard door making a slight rattling sound

yes he said nodding his head satisfiedly just like that as if someone were passing your door and idly drew across it something he had in his hand yes just that why haven't you told this before i attached no importance to it in fact i had forgotten it and what brought it again to your mind nothing special i was going over the events of that night to think if there was anything else i could tell mr moore i didn't know he was going to throw me keely laughed outright ames spoke so like an aggrieved child i haven't thrown you mr ames he declared i'm sure you and i are going to work together i'm awfully interested in the chap who drummed along your door i believe it was the murderer himself you do ames turned a friendly look on kee then you can run him down i hope so now tell us who is it your shielding nobody honest but this sound in the hall was worrying my conscience i see i see and i knew that keely moore had crossed harper ames definitely off his list of suspects doubtless he was right key he was right key was seldom wrong.

But I was worried. I was getting to the pitch where I was always worried about Alma. Oh, if only I hadn't seen her go to Pleasuredome that night, or if I could find an innocent reason for her going, or if she hadn't denied on the witness stand that she did go. Anyhow, it was plain to be seen that not only Keely Moore, but Detective March had exonerated Ames in their minds, and that because of Ames' own frank relation

of a hitherto suppressed bit of evidence. All a fake, I said angrily to myself. He's pulling wool over their eyes. But I knew better. Even to my untrained intelligence, Ames' story had rung true. He had heard the sound in the hall. and no one who heard his tale could doubt it then ames rose to go and somehow i found myself by maud's side walking down to the gate with our caller

do come over again mr ames maud said hospitably as she bade him good-bye and then ames went off and march came along on his way out maud stopped him to speak a moment and i half turned aside had i known what the result of her words would be i think i should have choked her to silence ere i let her utter them but i only heard her say casually then you will not be at the funeral mr march no mrs merrill i think a too good a chance to lose to do two or three errands i have in mind. One of them being to search Miss Remsen's home? That's almost too strong a phrase. But I mean to take a run over there and see what I can get from the other servants when the two merryvails are away.

Then do this, Mr. March, will you? Glance over the bookcase and see if you notice a book of short stories, detective stories, you know. The title is Mystery Tales of All Nations, Volume 8. Is it your book? Oh, no, I don't know that it's there at all. Just see, that's all. Yes, ma'am, I will. And March went away.

Angrily, I turned on Maude Meryl. Have you got it in for Alma? I exclaimed. mercy no don't look at me like that gray norris i'm only trying to get any information i can and i still think that story is at the bottom of this murder trust a woman to get a fool idea into her head and stick to it like a puppy to her root i cried scowling at her but she only laughed at me and changed the subject end of chapter eleven chapter twelve of of the Deep Lake Mystery by Carolyn Wells. This Libravox recording is in the public domain. The Deep Lake Mystery by Carolyn Wells.

Chapter 12. My Secret. We went back into the house, and Maude, with a smile at me, said, Keely, I asked our super-slooth March to scout around for a stray copy of that book that has in it the story of The Nail. and Grazy here is mad at me. Nonsense, I cried. I'm not. But I dare say there were some thousands of copies of the book printed, and if, when, and as you find one,

you can't at once assume that you have hit upon the murderer of Samson Tracy. That story is Maude's angle of the case, Key said, her own exclusive property, and she must be allowed to exploit it as she likes. I'm free to confess I haven't much faith in it as a pointer, but I will say if the book is found on the bedside table of anyone who benefits by Samson Tracy's death, it will be a lead that must be followed up. Oh, all right, I said grumpily. I can see you all suspect Alma Renson, more or less,

but why don't you come out and say so? Gray, Keeley spoke a little sternly. You've fallen in love with Miss Remsen, and while that's your own affair, you mustn't assume that it at once absolves her from all suspicion in this matter. Now wait a minute before you explode. I don't say the girl is suspected of crime,

but there is a possibility that she knows something she hasn't told, just as Ames knew about that step in the hall, and just as you know something that wild horses couldn't drag out of you. What do you mean? I spluttered, angry and ashamed at the same time. You know what I mean. You have some bit of knowledge or information that you have been in the point of telling me half a dozen times, and then have concluded not to do so.

I'm not asking you what it is. I'm not saying that it is your duty to tell. That's your business. But I do say you have no right to cavil at anything I may do in the interests of justice, and no reason to get upset if my investigations tend toward Alma Remsen's connection with the case. I was in love. I was upset, but, after all, my sense of fairness was still with me. you're right key i said and i will not again let my admiration for miss remsen come into the question except where it concerns her i am ready to help if i can with your work and i am sure you can give me chores to do away from that line of inquiry

let me interview others there must be others and you will find that i am not the fool you think me there there bless the boy maud patted my arm and though i might have resented her manner in another there was something about her kindly sympathy that made me welcome her friendly interest of course i think you're a fool gray moore assured me i've always thought so but aren't we all of course we are chimed in laura i wouldn't give a fig for any one one who wasn't a fool in some ways. Now, don't think, Gray, your shy a vowel is news to us, for we knew you had fallen for the lovely Alma almost before you knew it yourself. And we all approve and look forward to a happy ending. But for the moment, we are engrossed in another matter. And though Keeley says he is not going to urge you to tell us the secret you were withholding, I am, and I hope you will feel that it is better to let us know it.

I thought a minute, and then I said, Laura, you're a dear, and I can scarce refuse you anything at all. But this thing I know, which may mean something or nothing, is so trivial, so insignificant, that I do not feel guilty in keeping it quiet, at least for a little time longer. Moreover, its weight, if it has any, would be against Alma's interests. So please think I am justified in keeping still. You are, Gray, Keely said heartily,

the more so that I do not ask for evidence against the girl. If she is implicated at all, we have enough evidence. What we want is admission on her part. heart. So keep your bit of information, and should it become really necessary, I'll demand it." He nodded his head so understandingly that I saw we were re-established on the old footing, and I rejoice that I had not told my secret. For whatever they said, I felt sure that a statement that I had seen Alma go to pleasure dome that fatal night at about one-thirty, and had probably heard her return about two-thirty would be something like a match to a trail of gunpowder.

Now, Keely went on, I must do some real Sherlocking. First, as to Harper Ames, I'm inclined to scratch his name from my list of suspects because of his frankly expressed desire that I should take the case for him. Either he has the knowledge of his own absolute innocence, or else he is the very most clever devil I have ever chanced to run across. He's innocent all right, Laura said. He couldn't act out all that. He really wants you to take the case, Key, and that proves his innocence.

But does it, Moore argued, may it not be that he is the guilty man, and he is bold enough to think that by taking such a course he can steer suspicion away from himself? Seems to me, I put in, that for a real Sherlock, you are doing a lot of theorizing and surmising, why not get down to shreds of wool, missing cufflinks, and dropped handkerchiefs? Keely isn't a fictional detective, Laura exclaimed. He doesn't work on conventional lines. There are two kinds of fictional detectives, my dear girl, Keely told her. the detective of fiction and the story-book sleuth who declares that he is not the detective of fiction the original detective of fiction was the hound-on-the-scent sort the man who could put two and two together the wizard who could tell the height weight and colouring of the unknown criminal from a flick of cigar ash then as this superman pawled a bit on the reader came then his successor

the man who scorned all these tricks of the trade and announced himself as not the detective of fiction and which sort are you asked laura brightly with a hint of veiled shafing i'm a mixture of both key stated calmly but i do think one should consider the bent and inclination of a suspect as well as the material clues he leaves about for instance i asked all that stuff left on the bed your old sherlock type would say these flowers were placed here by an ex-gardener with red hair and a missing little finger but to my mind the deduction would be that the flowers were put there by a man the farthest possible removed from an ex-gardener rather a man of keen sharp wits and decided in ingenuity. Merely as a blind, or rather as a misleading clue, I suggested? Yes. Now the superfluity of those things on the bed, I mean the multiplicity of them,

betokens a nature inclined to overdo, like a man who, getting on a steamboat, ties himself on. Or, put in Laura, if a man compel thee to go on, a mile go with him twain. Yes, something of that sort. Yet it may be that he started on his mad career of bed decorating and went on and on, sort of absent-mindedly. Got started and couldn't stop.

Exactly. Say he placed the flowers first, then, seeing the orange and crackers, added those, noticing the crucifix, used the flowers. that, then the handkerchief, and finally draped the scarf around them all, just because it was handy by. And the watch in the pitcher? Oh, that dratted thing! That throws the whole matter into another category.

That watch is my hope and my stumbling block, both. You've been mysterious before, Key, about that watch. Now, out with it. what's the separate mystery of the watch in the pitcher quid pro quo said key smiling at me you tell me what you're concealing up your sleeve and i'll divulge the dark hint suggested to me by the watch i hesitated but my disinclination to tell of the canoe incident was too strong i couldn't bring myself to let loose a torrent of suspicion that might engulf alma can't do it i said honestly i would if i thought it my duty as a citizen or as your friend key but as i see it it's better left untold you remind me kee said smiling of jrgen who said i do my duty as i see it but there is a tendency in my family toward defective vision that isn't quoted verbatim but nearly so all right old son keep your guilty secret and i'll keep mine do what's next on your sleuthing program

i'm going to interview mrs dallas how will she like that i dare say she won't be any too well pleased but unless she refuses to see us we can't help learning something will you go with me me of course i returned glad he wanted me i truly desired to help so long as the work didn't touch the girl i cared for the talk with them about her had in a way crystallized my feelings and i knew now i loved her a fact of which i had before been only vaguely aware also i was prepared to fight for her and if i knew now i loved her a fact of which i had before been only vaguely aware also i was prepared to fight for her and if the fight could be helped on by incriminating someone else so much the better we started for mrs dallas's home which was only a short walk along the lake shore keely was quiet as usual and gave me fully to understand that he bore no ill-will over my refusal to confide in him more fully you see gray he said talking things over with me in the old friendly fashion there's no use blinking the accepted fact that those who benefit most by the death of a rich man are the ones to be suspected i know how you feel about alma but as you care for her you of course deem her innocent therefore you can't feel that she is in any danger from an investigation by detective if i were you i should welcome all possible questioning of her feeling sure that she would have satisfactory explanation for anything that might seem suspicious that's all very well key if the detectives were not such dunder-headed idiots

you know i don't mean you but that march hare and that heart that panted at the inquest have it in for the girl and they are ready to turn anything she made say against her. Oh, not so bad as that, but it complicates things, you're having gone doddy over her. Sorry for the complications, but not sorry for the rest of it. I say, old man, do you suppose she'd look at me? She might do worse, said Key, as he eyed me appraisingly. Although he spoke lightly, I welcomed his words as a good omen and turned in at the Dallas place, determined to do all I could to help him. It was a pleasant cottage, unpretentious and home-like, and we were admitted by a trim-looking maid and conducted to a small reception room. "'Come over here,' said a voice a moment later, and we saw Catherine.

in Dallas smiling at us from the door of the big living room opposite. She was charming, both in appearance and manner, and greeted us with courtesy, if not warmth, but she clearly showed she considered it an interview rather than a social call, and waited for key to state his errand. Mr. Ames has asked me to look into the matter of Mr. Tracy's death, Moore began, shamelessly hiding behind Ames's skirt. And though I regret the necessity, I feel I must ask you a few questions, which I hope you will be gracious enough to answer. Yes, she returned, not at all helpfully, though in no way forbidding.

I saw by the play of Keely's features that he had sized her up and had concluded to carry on the interview in strictly business fashion. You were Mr. Tracy's fiancé at the time of his death, he asked. Yes, Mr. Moore, I was. Then, as such, as the one holding the nearest relationship to him, if we accept his niece, Miss Remsen, am I correct in assuming you desired the discovery of the criminal who was responsible for his death? No, Mr. Moore, you are not correct in that assumption. I loved Mr. Tracy.

I hope to marry him, but now that he is dead, I should greatly prefer that the matter be considered a closed book. I am not of a vindictive nature, and to me the horrors of an investigation and all the harrowing details of such a procedure would be only less distressing than the tragedy itself. So far as I am concerned,

I should infinitely prefer that the name of the romewerewere wretch who cruelly killed Samson Tracy, should be buried in oblivion to having it sought for and blazon to the public gaze. This is not the usual view to take of such a situation, Mrs. Dallas. Key's tone conveyed distinct reproach. The usual view has never meant anything to me, nor does it in this instance. She was not exactly flippant, but there was a number of a little bit of a little bit of a little bit of note in her voice that proved, to my mind at least, that she resented any discussion of her

mental attitude, and, indeed, resented the whole interview and our presence. Clearly no help could be expected from her, yet I was moved to put a few straightforward questions. Are you remaining here, Mrs. Dallas, for the rest of the summer? She favored me with a glance that was strongly done. disapproving of such an intrusive remark, and answered, Isily, That I have not yet decided. You know the terms of the will?

Key shot at her suddenly, having decided, as he afterward told me, that she was unworthy of delicate consideration. Yes, she said with a face void of expression. Then, as one of the principal beneficiaries, you know that you cannot expect to escape definite questionings by the detectives i do not expect to escape it nor do i fear it why are you telling me this mr moore i thought you understood that as mr ames's adviser i must make certain inquiries in the course of pursuing my duties she thawed a little and said half apologetically i suppose so is there anything else i can tell you yes mrs dallas since mr tracy is dead have you any intention of marrying any one else i think mr moore you are carrying your zeal for mr ames's work too far i must beg to be excused from further conversation she rose and stood like a tragedy queen

not angry but with a scornful look on her handsome face and an expression in her eyes eloquent of dismissal she did not point to the door but such a gesture was not necessary with that look in her eyes courteously and with no effect of chagrin kee bowed his adieu and i followed suit shoof i remarked after we had regained the outer road some goddess amazon buddicea zantope medea yes and lucretia borgia he exclaimed his voice making up an emphasis what it lacked in sound this case begins to look interesting gray "'What price Everett and the Dallas in cahoots as murderers?' "'Are you serious?' I asked, thinking he was merely smarting under the lady's stinging rebuke. "'No, I don't think so. There are more likely suspects. "'But we learned a lot there.

"'I honestly hated to bang her between the eyes as I did, "'but she was just about to order us out anyway.' and I had to find out her state of mind regarding Everett. And did you? Of course I did. Her sudden flush of color and the ghastly fear that came into her eyes for an instant told me the truth. Gray, she not only loves Charles Everett, but she is not at all certain that he is not the murderer.

That lets her out then. Oh, of course. she never committed murder and she was at home in bed when the deed was done she was at our party that night you know yes i know but she went home early oh well there's not the slightest suspicion attached to her when i said in cahoots i didn't really mean it or if i did i look on her as merely a sleeping partner but i think she is entirely innocent of crime or even accessory work, and I think, too, that she fears for Everett. Maybe not that he did the deed, but that he may be suspected of it. I don't like the woman, I never did, but I think she's innocent of any real wrong. I think she was engaged to Tracy for purely mercenary reasons.

Then Everett came along, and she fell for him, and she is now glad that old samp is out of the way, but she didn't bring it about. Probably you're right, Key. But I don't hanker after any more calls on suspects if they're going to be as strenuous as that. Oh, that's nothing, all in a day's work. All right, then, if you're off the case for today,

I'm going over to whistling reeds, but you can toddle home if you like. you're going there to alma's indeed i will go with you what are you going for on a quest for knowledge and information he spoke gravely are you going to torment her key i asked not intentionally but i must ask some questions and she must answer now go or stay away as you choose I'll go, I said, and we walked a while in silence. Reaching our own boathouse, Key chose his favorite round-bottom boat, and we started for the island. I rode, for I felt the need of some physical exertion to calm my racing nerves, stirred by the thought of the ordeal ahead of us. Keely had not suspected Mrs. Dallas, he said so, but I had a feeling he did say.

suspect Alma, and I wondered what his attitude would be. Don't be harsh with her, I said at last, apparently apropos of nothing. I'm not utterly a brute, he returned, and I bent to my oars. It was a gray day. The clouds hid the sun entirely, and they were dull, heavy clouds, not fleecy white ones such as I loved. The lake was leaden, and the ripples waved slowly, but did not break into white caps. There were no other boats in sight, and no crowds of merry people on the few docks we passed. Reaching the Remsen Boat House, it seemed to me the island looked more than ever like an abode of the dead.

The trees were motionless in the calm air and the dark glades, and copses seemed sepulchral in their sentencing. like rigidity we landed and went up the steps toward the house a man advanced to meet us what's wanted he said not quite gruffly but with an apparent intention of being answered we want to see miss ramson he replied and his manner was suavity itself i am keely moore from variable winds down the lake this is my friend mr norris take us to the house mr mary vale and announce us to miss remsen announce you is it when i'm telling you she isn't home he hadn't told us that before but he seemed to think he had and he stood directly in our path so that we could advance no step where is she please she and mary that's my wife sir have gone down to the village and nobody's home nobody but me and one or two kitchen servants well let us sit on the porch a few moments mr norris is all tuckered out with his row over here and i've got to row back so maybe you'll give us a drink of water if mrs merriville was at home i'd asked for tea

the strange-looking man seemed to relent a little he was an enormous strapping fellow not fierce-looking but of powerful build and a strong forceful countenance he gazed at us out of deep-set eyes overhung with shaggy eyebrows of stiff gray hair come along then he said you can sit on the porch and i'll make you a cup of tea i can make better tea he than merry. But as he turned to leave us, he said with a slight smile, If so be you gentlemen could put up with a drop of scotch and soda, it'd save me boiling the cattle. We agreed to put up with the substitute, and he went off. We said little during the old man's absence. I felt relieved that Key did not insist on going into the house, and I sat looking about at the beautiful, though gloomy landscape. Yet, viewed from the porch, it was not so bad. The flower beds gave enough color, and the nearby trees were mostly white birch, with their

graceful shapes and pale, lovely trunks. Yet between us and the lake was a solid wall of dark, dense woodland that shut off all view of the outer world, and shut in the island, and it its buildings and people i can't see why alma likes this place i said in a low voice she doesn't seem at all morbid or despondent herself do you know her keely asked me and i suddenly realized that i didn't know her at all but i promised myself that was a defect that time should remedy and that i hoped soon from where i sat i could see into the house through a window i looked into the same room we had been in the other day i had called here the day when mary had told us if we were men to let the poor girl alone as i looked not curiously only idly i saw the old man maryvale come into the room and adjust a record and then turn on a victrola the strains of raff's cavatina floated out to us and kee gave a little smile of enjoyment a moment later merrivale appeared with glasses on a tray and i said pleasantly your music sounds fine out here on the lake he looked up suddenly saw the open window and frowned that katie he exclaimed she's forever turning on that machine do you mind it sir

he looked anxiously at key no was the reply but i marveled as to why this cheerful old liar should put the blame on poor innocent katy for a deed that i had seen him do himself end of chapter twelve chapter thirteen of the deep lake mystery by caroline wells this librivox recording is in the public domain the deep lake mystery by caroline wells chapter thirteen as to tuesday afternoon and then alma came home i watched her as she paddled her canoe with long clear-cut strokes, and I remembered what Billy Dean had said about her paddling being unmistakable. Perhaps this was an exaggeration, but surely her method was that of an expert. She brought the pretty graceful craft to a landing, and sprang out, followed more leisurely by the gaunt figure of the ever-watchful Mary. She wore an exceedingly becoming sports

costume of white with bordering of black, and a little white felt hat with a black cockade. I watched her as she came nearer, and I realized anew that this was the one girl in the world for me, and I knew too that she needed a friend, needed someone to lean on in the ordeal that was ahead of her. For whatever the outcome of the inquest, she faced new responsibilities and burdens in the adjustment of her uncle's estate. I suppose a more conscientious nature would have hesitated to aspire to a girl set apart by a sudden acquisition of great wealth, but I was too deeply in love to think of that. I had a competent income myself, and I should have been glad to marry Alma Remsen had she been

penniless, but all those considerations were as nothing to the all-absorbing thought of how i loved her she was so appealing as she raised her eyes to mine when she greeted me and her sweet face was so wistful that it was all i could do to keep from grabbing her up in my arms and carrying her off as it was i took her hand and made conventional inquiries the while devouring her with my eyes i think she sensed my restraint for her hand-clasp was friendly even trustful, and we sat down together on a porch settee. "'You're a frequent caller, Mr. Moore,' she said, almost gaily. "'I'm sorry I was so unsatisfactory on the occasion of your other visit. I'll try to do better this time.' I looked at her in some apprehension.

I felt sure her light manner was assumed to cover the depths of worry and anxiety that it seemed to me showed themselves. in her dark eyes. I don't want to bother you too much, Miss Remsen, Keely said, but you can be a real help if you choose. Of course I choose. Ask me anything you like. I'll answer. She gave a little smile and tossed her head with a pretty gesture.

Both the merry-vails had disappeared. I had an uncanny feeling that they were watching from behind some window-crow. curtain, but I had no real reason for this. The Victrola had ceased its music. Doubtless Katie had turned it off. "'It's about that last call you made on your uncle,' Keeley proceeded, and I could see that he was watching her closely, though he seemed not to do so. "'It was the last time you saw him alive, was it not, that Tuesday afternoon?' yes said alma in a quiet steady voice yes that was the last time what did you go there for on no special errand only to see him i always go over two or three times a week or thereabouts and according to mr march you raised a window in your uncle's sitting-room thereby leaving your finger-prints on the white enamel paint so mr march told me i know little of fingerprints i mean as evidence

but i well know how they mar white paint i am a tidy housekeeper and i am continually at war with fingerprints on white paint i glanced around the porch and looked through the window into the living-room everything was immaculate and i could well believe that the girl made a fetish of tidiness yes then it scarcely seems like you to have your hands in such condition that they would leave marks in the window frame. No, it doesn't seem like me. Alma lifted her lovely little hands one after the other, and scrutinized them with apparent interest. No, I rarely have dirty hands. Even as a child, Mary says I was always tidy.

But Mr. Moore, I'm told that fingerprints cannot be mistaken, and so the fact remains, doesn't it, that on that particular occasion my hands did need washing there was a certain something in alma's voice that drew my attention she seemed to be speaking casually seemed really indifferent as to the subject yet her tone was alert and her whole manner tense it was almost as if she was studying the effect of her words on more far more intently than he was studying her yet this was absurd why should she fear him she had already admitted and explained the finger-prints to march who had expressed himself satisfied you went to the window then to raise it in order to let more air into the room yes didn't it rain in what the suddenness of her exclamation made me jump yes keely went on there was a hard shower tuesday afternoon and it came from the east it should have rained right in that window then it was before or after the shower alma said but she faltered a little for it certainly did not rain in at what time were you there

i don't remember exactly after lunch and before tea-time you usually have afternoon tea-tie mrs remsen yes mary my nurse is english and she enjoys it so we've made it a habit i've grown to like it then you were doubtless at your uncles on tuesday sometime say between two o'clock and five yes that must be right you went and returned in your canoe yes and it was not raining when you went or when you came home or when you opened that window no but miss remsen it is an established fact that it rained all that afternoon from one till six o'clock this is verified by the weather statistics only for a moment did alma look blank then she said quickly oh really then i must be mistaken in the day i must have been there monday afternoon the days fly by so swiftly in summer i can hardly keep track of them perhaps said key looking a bit baffled but another strange thing griscombe says those fingerprints were not on the white paint wednesday evening when he put the suite in order for the night he says he would surely have seen them if they had been she gave a little light laugh poor old griscombe his eyes are not what they used to be i dare say now mr moore just what is it you want me to say am i proving an alibi or are you trying to trick me into a confession that i killed my uncle because i didn't and though i may be hazy about the exact time of my last visit to him i did go over there

and he did give you the satin waistcoats yes but now her eyelids quivered he did give me the satin waistcoats and did you open that window yes she spoke slowly and you had in your hand the totem pole and it chanced to make a red mark on the side of the window frame yes yes yes I did. Well, none of these things is incriminating in any way. Now, go on, please. Why did you step up on the windowsill? I didn't. A look of horror came into her eyes. But there is the mark of a soul there, a rubber soul. No, not those shoes you have on now, he glanced at her crossed feet, but shoes whose rubber souls show a design of little diamond-shaped dots. Alma took an appreciable moment to collect herself, and then said calmly, I don't own any such shoes as you describe, Mr. Moore. Are you willing I should glance through your wardrobe? I could have slain Keely with decided

relish, but Alma seemed to take no offense. She paused an instant. as if considering, then said, "'Certainly. Shall I take you to my dressing-room?' "'No, please. Will you remain here with Mr. Norris, and let a maid show me the way?' "'I'm sorry, but believe me, Miss Remsen, frankness is your best card. Please play it.' This was accompanied by Key's kindest smile and most winning manner.

I was not greatly surprised to see an answering smile on Alma's face. "'Mary!' she called out, but in a tone so little above her speaking voice, I was surprised to see the woman appear at once. Yet I might have known she was within listening distance. "'Mary, dear,' Alma said. "'Mr. Moore has occasion to look over my shoe cabinet. "'Are all my shoes in it?'

yes miss alma except the ones you are wearing then take mr moore upstairs and give him all the assistance he requires it was easy enough to see that mary was not rejoiced over her errand but she nodded assent and led the way into the house no sooner had they disappeared than i seized my opportunity it might be i should never again get such a good chance alma i said breathlessly i love you oh my darling how i love you now wait a minute don't look at me as if i had lost my mind and don't for heaven's sake call help i have loved you from the first moment i saw you and my love grows stronger every moment that passes you may not love me yet but you will some day i'll see to that so for the present just accept the situation as it is and let me help you i can't help thinking you do not realize the danger you are in the detective march is for you but keely moore is out for investigation and when he gets started nothing ever stops him if you have anything to hide anything to conceal give it to me i will help you in any way and every way i can had i been less excited i should have enjoyed the passing emotions that played successively across her face amazement happiness wonder fear terror and after all a beautiful trust that told me more than all the rest

gray she said i shall love you some day i promise you that now but first you must you will help me i am in danger i can't explain all to you now i'm not sure i ever can't explain all to you now i'm not sure i ever can but in one matter you must help me there is something i want destroyed something that must be destroyed will you attend to that of course i will give it to me quickly is it small enough to throw into the lake small enough yes but it won't sink wait it and throw it in the lake when nobody can possibly see you or else burn it but you couldn't do that not very well as i am visiting friends but give it to me and i'll see to it that it is destroyed at once i hope to do it myself but i think i fear i am being watched when i went to the village with mary a man in a canoe seemed to follow and he watched me yet tried to look as if he were not watching me oh i know did you object to moore's questioning oh no she looked weary and a little sad i suppose i must go through with a lot of that do you mind his looking at your wardrobe no she smiled at this what does he expect to find i haven't any other rubber-souled shoes i've ordered a new tan pair, but they haven't come home yet.

She scrutinized her little white canvas shoe, and as she held it up, I noticed the pattern of round dots on the rubber sole. Give me what you want thrown away, I whispered. I think I hear more's step. And, Alma, I must see you, unhurried and alone. Can't you meet me some evening late, some night, soon out on the lake what possessed me to say that i don't know but it seemed to strike her like a blow oh no she said and fairly shuddered don't suggest such a thing i never go on the lake after sundown

this when i had seen her canoeing after midnight well all that must sometime be explained and i rushed on then let's not keep it a secret but announce our engagement at once and i can look after you mercy no what an idea but here here is the thing i want destroyed not only thrown away it must be instantly and secretly destroyed as you destroyed the shoes i said involuntarily yes she returned gravely almost solemnly as i destroyed the shoes from a hand-bag she had brought with her and had laid on the settee she drew a small book a worn paper-covered volume which she hurriedly thrust into my hand her eyes turned to the house where we could now hear the nurse and keely coming down stairs i stuffed the book into my overcoat glad that i had with me the light top-coat i usually carried against the chill winds of deep lake then quickly folding the coat inside out i threw it over a chair back just as keely reappeared thank you very much miss remsen he said cheerily your willingness to put the whole house at my disposal makes me more sure that you have nothing to conceal than any words you could say but i didn't put the whole house at your disposal she exclaimed with mock dismay but your good nurse did she took me on a whirlwind voyage of discovery and i discovered absolutely

nothing. Not even the shoes? Alma looked positively roguish now, and very alluring. Not even the shoes, key repeated, nor the totem pole. What became of that?

All Alma's gaiety fell away from her. She showed again that fear that so often darkened her eyes and clouded her brow. But she showed, shrugged her shoulders lightly and said, Oh, it's around somewhere, it must be. Never mind, Key said kindly.

It doesn't really matter. You saw the waistcoats? Yes, they were lying on the bed in the guest room. If you're like my wife, you use the guest room bed for a general temporary repository. Every woman does. alma smiled but it was a pitiful little smile more than ever i longed to capture her bodily and carry her off from this situation that was so rapidly growing worse i knew key so well that i felt sure he had discovered far more than he disclosed and my heart throbbed at thought of his possible future disclosures we came away then after a little more good-nature chafing banter between alma and keely mary stood in the background her quick eyes darted from one to another of us

but her expression was one of satisfaction and content and i realized that if kee had found anything mary didn't suspect it he bade alma good-bye in cordial pleasant fashion and i did the same i could show my feelings in no way save to press her hand and gaze deeply into her eyes and having accomplished this histrionic gesture i turned to find keel looking at me with full comprehension of the situation. I didn't mind that, for he already knew I was in love with her. So, aside from a slight sheepish feeling, I was unembarrassed as I strode along by his side down to the dock. Old Merrivale was ahead of us to push us off, so Key said nothing, but he nudged my elbow and pointed significantly to some footer,

footprints in the dust of the path. We were walking between some flower beds, in preference to the gravel walk, and the prints were, in many instances, clear and distinct. They had been made by a small shoe, obviously a woman's shoe, whose rubber sole showed little diamond-shaped dots. There could be no doubt about it. The prints were too plain to be mistaken by either of us. of us. Keeley said no word, but he made sure I saw and understood their importance. I was sick at heart at the way things were going, but with an undercurrent of gladness that Alma had not repulsed my love. True, she had not definitely accepted it either, but I was willing to bide my time. Old Maryvale deftly assisted us into our craft and gave us a shove-avel.

off. I rode at Keely's request. "'Isn't it your turn, lazybones?' I asked him. "'No, you row,' he returned, in a preoccupied tone, and, willingly enough I plied the oars. After we had rounded a bend of the shore and were out of sight of the Remsen house, he said very seriously, "'So you proposed to compound a felony, Gray?' all at once i remembered the book alma had given me to destroy i had forgotten it for the few moments we were taking leave but i didn't blame myself for that as i considered it hidden in my overcoat pocket and my overcoat folded inside out completely protected it had keely found it what do you mean that's the proper response well i mean when a lady gives you a book to destroy why don't you destroy it he sat in the stern facing me and steering as i looked at him ready to give vent to my wrath he said with a friendly smile hold on gray don't fly off the handle

Do you know what the book is? No, I don't, but I can tell you... If you can't tell me the name of the book, nothing you can tell me is of any consequence. Can't you guess the title? His grave tone and serious face gave me a hint. I stared at him, unbelieving. You don't mean... I stammered.

Of course I do. It is detective stories of all nations, Volume 8. He held it up, and then my rage boiled over. You took that from my pocket? Of course I did, and I shall keep an eye on you after this. Gray, try to recognize what you were doing. Try to recognize what I am doing. Or, to put it plainer, remember that I am doing only my duty, and you are obstructing my honest efforts. His straightforward glance and his friendly smile won the day, and I mumbled

miserably. What can I do, Key? I love her so. I know, I know, and it complicates matters terribly. Shall I go away, back to New York? That would be the best plan, but I know you won't do it. No, I said. I won't. don't do it. Then if you stay here, I mean if you stay with us, you've got to play fair. Fair by you or fair by Alma? Both. Don't think, boy, that I don't understand, but I can't have my work blocked by your interference. Herefore, you've been a help on my cases. But this is different, I cried.

Yes, this is different. different so since you won't go back to new york and i don't want you to stay a deep lake under any other roof but ours what's the answer putting it up to me like this i couldn't combat him or even rebuff him he was playing fair all his cards were on the table i must in all honor and justice do likewise it would be horrid i said at last to stay here at the inn or anything like that and i can't o kie i can't go back to new york but i most certainly propose to play the game now i can only say that if i learn anything further about alma that i think you want to know i will tell you and on the other hand if you learn anything you must tell me spoken like your own true self and more fairly beamed on me now tell me did she ask you to destroy the book for of course i only assumed that yes she did said she was watched or followed and the thing must be absolutely destroyed then knowing as we do what story is in this book knowing from maud that it is a story of murder setting forth the very method of Samson Tracy's murder,

and knowing that Alma Remsen wants this book destroyed secretly, what are we to think? I don't know, I'm sure. What you are to think, but I know that my thoughts include no slightest suspicion of her having done this thing. Accessory after the fact, perhaps, shielding that man or woman or both, who are there taking care of her, but implicated herself, no.

It may well be you are right, Key said slowly. I hope to heaven it's no worse than that, but it must be investigated. If you were not in love with Alma, if she were not in any way a lovable person, you would be keen to look into these strange facts and circumstances. Now, have you are not in love with Alma? right to interfere with my pursuance of my duty and my taking up a case which is in line with my profession and my life work? I am influenced by no wrong motive, prejudiced by no personal bias, and as I see it, it is my plain duty to help all I can toward the cause of justice and right.

Suspicion rests on many people. Many of these must be innocent. Is it right to let them remain under a cloud, under an unjust doubt, because you have come to love one of the principal actors in this drama? No, I said, desiring most honestly to play fair. No, but I shall have to work on Alma's side, even if that means working against you. That's all right, so long as you work fairly. As you said, tell me all you. you discover and listen to all I discover. Then we are at one, and the truth will conquer.

How far have you gone with her? Are you too engaged? The calm way he said this brought me to my senses. Of course we weren't engaged. She hadn't even said she loved me or wanted me to love her. And I told Key this, and he smiled kindly and held out his hand. Bless you, my children, he said, but with a little catch in his voice. End of Chapter 13. Chapter 14 of Deep Lake Mystery by Carolyn Wells. The Slibervok's recording is in the public domain. The Deep Lake Mystery by Carolyn Wells.

Chapter 14. Posey May. Well, Keely began as we arranged ourselves comfortably on the glass-enclosed porch and prepared for a confab. Our impulsive friend here is gone and done it now. The two women gave me a quick look, and Laura, with her uncanny intuition, said, When is the wedding, Gray? As soon as it can be arranged, I declared stoutly, for I wasn't going to be secretive about

this matter anyway. But don't plan for it yet, Laura, for the lady hasn't by any. means said yes. It's only so far that Barkus is willing. It is serious, Keely said slowly. It's all serious, and getting more so every minute. I say, you'll have to excuse me, I've got to go on an errand. He rose hastily, and gathering up his hat and coat started off down the road. Keys on the warpath for sure, declared Lauren. What happened at Whistling Reeds, Gray? Nothing much, or, yes, I suppose there were developments.

Better wait till Key comes back. He went over the house on a searching bout. Did he find anything? I don't know, but I doubt if he found anything as important as I did. You girls may as well know, first as last. I found, that is, I was... given. Oh, shah, here it is. Alma asked me to destroy a book for her, and it was a copy of that book that has in it the story of The Nail.

No, cried Maude, aghast at the revelation. Then, she paused. Now don't jump at conclusions, Laura begged, looking at me with the utmost kindness. To find that book there doesn't necessarily point to you. to Alma. It may implicate that old heredon of a nurse, or her caveman husband, far more likely than that cultured girl. I looked at her gratefully. Good for you, Laura, I said. Now I'm going to fight this thing to a finish. I'm far from ready to admit that the book's presence at that house is a proof of anything. But, of course, it must be investigated. The worst part of it is that Alma asked me secretly to destroy it.

She would, if she is shielding either of those two caretakers of hers. She is devoted to them, and I, for one, shouldn't be at all surprised if one or both of them did that murder. You see, they were afraid that the marriage of Mr. Tracy would cut off the fortune from their beloved mistress, and so there's motive enough. But not a shred of evidence, I said, and the evidence against Alma is simply piling up. The print of a shoe sole in the windowsill shows diamond-shaped dots, as you know,

and Alma denied having any other rubber-souled shoes. But on the garden path, there were distinct prints of souls with diamond-shaped dots, and when Key saw them, he drew my attention. And besides, in my despair, I blurted out the whole story. Alma told me she had destroyed the shoes. You poor boy!

And that blessed Laura patted my shoulder encouragingly, as she flitted about. Don't put too much weight on those facts. I begin to see through it all. Alma was there in that room. Must have been. she was not the criminal, nor did she cut up all those monkey tricks in the bedroom. But these things must be sifted. Keely will do it, once he gets fairly started.

That is, Gray, if you will help him. Do believe me, when I tell you it is far better for you to be frank. Do you know, even now, Key thinks you're holding out on him? I certainly should have held out on that confounded book. if i'd had the least idea he would sneak it away from me good lord laura you've been in love what would you have done if every man's hand was against key and you hold on there gray i love key now as much as i ever did and i'm not saying i wouldn't lie or steal for him but not if i were convinced that honesty was the best plan no matter what you know or what you may learn against alma let key in on it for that is the only way to prove her innocence you haven't any doubt of her innocence have you gray maud asked gently no mauddy i haven't but there are such blatant glaring bits of evidence that seem to be against her that i am afraid others won't be willing to sift them down but we'll assume them to be proof positive of her guilt

but if she is shielding some one else as she must be surely detectives like keely and mr march will see through it mr march isn't nearly as keen as keely but he's nobody's fool and he can see through a millstone with a hole in it she tries to take it all so lightly i went on thinking aloud keely made her say she left her finger-prints when she tried to raise that window and then he flung at her that it was raining all tuesday afternoon and she only said oh well then it must have been monday now that's all right and probably it was monday but march won't be satisfied with that he'll cross-question her and bully rag her until he gets her so mixed up she won't know where she's at but gray laura said quietly have you realized that that those fingerprints are not such as would be made in an attempt to raise the window they are on the frame not on the sash they are obviously the marks made by someone who stepped up on the window-sill and sprang out of the window key is positive about this he has examined them minutely then heaven help alma i groaned for they say they are her fingerprints and her footprints and her footprints and she admits that she had that totem thing in her mind. But it's too clear. It's too obvious. She never killed her uncle, fixed up all that gimcrack business, and then went in the sitting room and jumped

out of the window. Stick to the thing she evidently did do, put in Maud. She must have stood in the sill and dived out of the window. Not necessarily, I stormed. Even if she said, stepped up in the sill say to open a window that stuck that doesn't say she jumped nor does it prove she killed her uncle certainly not hush somebody is coming up the steps the somebody proved to be posy may the pretty youngster whom i had seen a few times already well how goes it she demanded dropping into a chair and curling her feet under her while i accommodated her with a a cigarette and a light. How goes what? asked Maud, who is not entirely in favor of the young lady, being herself of the type that can't quite understand the flapper motif. Oh, the detective business in general.

It intrigues me, you know. I sometimes think I'll take a correspondence course in Sherlocking. What are you doing today? Laura said pleasantly. Why aren't you at the McClure? plelan's tea nixie on the switch i like the subject i started better and you needn't scorn me so i could a tale unfold annoyed beyond measure by this impudent minx i rose and sauntered toward the house door but laura had evidently caught a note of reality in the girl's voice for she said almost sharply what do you know posey if you know anything concerning the matter it is your duty to tell of it i'd rather tell mr moore she put on an air of importance he is at the head of the investigation i assume

laura smiled in spite of herself at the chit's manner but she only said suavely as a good wife i am my husband's helpmeet in all his business and i assure you it will be better to tell me and let me pass it on to him, for he's gone out, and I don't know when he'll get home again. Do tell us, Maud urged helpfully. We are all intrigued, as you say, with the case, and your assistants might prove invaluable. The flattering glance that accompanied this speech seemed to win the day, and Posie settled back in the big chair, sticking her feet out straight in front of her. well she said smoothing down her brief and scant skirt you see our house is on down the lake next below whistling reeds recognizing there was or might be something coming i turned back and sat down again so of course i can't help seeing them about now and then though i don't really rubber much i don't get time as i'm busy on my own and after all there's nothing to see and if there was you can't see much with all that wall of evergreens all around bout if this is idle gossip my dear laura began no it's it's information

thoroughly enjoying the attention she was receiving posey prolonged the situation by selecting and lighting a fresh cigarette having drawn one puff she turned it round and critically surveyed the lighted end as is the absurd habit of some people but each one of her hearers knew better than to interrupt by word or look the possible continuance of her revelations now what i have to tell i've never breathed to a soul i'm not sure now that i ought to breathe it she looked questioningly about but we gave no aid or hindrance knowing the best of her plan was to let her alone. Then she drew a long sigh and let the whole story pour forth in a mad rush of words. And it's only one thing I saw and one thing I heard, and I saw Alma Remsen out on the tennis court in a perfectly fiendish rage, and she was striking out that old nurse person of hers, and calling her the most terrible names, and the man who takes care of the place came and carried her into the house.

Carried the nurse? No, of course not. Carried Alma into the house, and she was kicking and fighting like mad. And the other time was when I was out on the lake and I could see just the same sort of row going on, but I was too far to hear what she said. But this time, the man wasn't about,

and the nurse managed by herself to drag Alma in her. into the house. "'You're sure what you're saying is true, Posie?' asked Laura, very gravely and with an intent look at the girl. "'Oh, yes, Mrs. Moore, I'm sure. And the reason I'm telling you is because I think that Alma isn't, you know, isn't quite right sometimes. She isn't exactly all there.

And then, except on these occasions, she is all right, her own sweet, lovely self. Do you know Alma well, Miss Posie, I asked? Oh, yes. We come up here every summer. I've known her for five or six years. She's older than I am. We don't go in the same set. But we meet at fairs and tournaments, and she's always most chummy with me. Now, I know you all think I'm telling you this just to make a sensation, and all that, but it isn't at all.

I've thought it over a lot, and it seems to be my duty. You see, I've doped it out that she has spells, you know, epileptic, or whatever they call it, and that they don't come on often, but when they do, she has no control over her passions. She becomes, oh, somebody else like, and she fights like a mad person. if you'd seen her go for Mr. Merryvale, wow, I don't want to see it again. I can't help thinking you're mistaken in your diagnosis, Miss May, I said, speaking indulgently, for I didn't want her to flare up. But I think it's far more likely the two occasions you speak of were just fits of anger,

unladylike, perhaps, even unjustifiable, but not the result of a diseased mind, mind or body. She looked at me with earnest eyes. You wouldn't say that if you had seen her, Mr. Norris. She was mad. I mean mad in the sense of demented. I don't mean just angry. Well, anyway, I've told my story.

Now you can take it up. But I know, if you were to go there and face that nurse down, she'll have to admit there's some such state of things. as I tell you of. She'd deny it to me, or to these ladies, but if a man went there and made her tell the truth, you'd soon find out. That's why she had to be put out of her uncle's house when he decided to get a wife in there. He couldn't bring a wife to a home with a girl like that in it. If it had not been for his approaching wedding, Mr. Tracy never would have put Alma out.

POSY, Laura spoke gently. Are you willing to keep this secret a while longer? Are you willing to promise not to tell anybody about it until Mr. Moore says you may? If you will do this, you may feel that you have been of real help to us, but if you're going to spread the story,

you will do incalculable harm. No, I won't tell if you don't want me to. That's a good girl. and we certainly don't want you to. Don't even tell Dick Hardy, will you? Oh, gosh, no. He wouldn't listen anyway. He's just my sheik, you know. He and I don't talk about anything serious. You're a funny youngster, posy, and Laura smiled kindly at her. But I'm going to trust your word in this thing. If you say you won't tell, you won't, will you? no ma'am i sure won't and i don't s'pose you can get me but i seem to think the ends of justice couldn't be served unless i coughed up my yarn

oh posy you funny kid said maud laughing outright but posy didn't smile nor indeed did i after a few more words she went off and as she ran around the corner of the hedge i felt that doubtless she had dismissed the subject from her addle-pated head. For a few moments we sat, silently thinking over the story we had heard. I broke the silence, finally, by saying, It's too circumstantial not to be true. Yes, Laura agreed. It's true, right enough, but I can't quite understand. Nothing hard to understand, I argued.

alma has a more uncontrollable temper than i had any idea of this doesn't make me think she went so far as to kill her uncle in one of her angry fits but i will say that the matter must be looked into key will look into it laura said with one of her gentle smiles kee's wife was a good sort and she always tried to make things easy and pleasant for me i knew though that she was thinking over this thing and i dreaded to learn whether her thoughts led her for i distinctly remembered mrs dallas saying that sampson tracy had wanted to tell her something about alma something unpleasant she had implied what could it have been but this that the girl had at times an ungovernable temper for i was determined i would not believe that the trouble lay deeper than that-i was determined i would not believe that the trouble lay deeper than that that the sweet girl i adored had a flaw in her brain or a physical disorder that meant impaired intellect in any way we ignored the subject by common consent laura no doubt feeling that since it must be discussed with key there was small use mulling it over beforehand and then key returned he was full of some news of his own so we listened to him first It's about that sound, Ames heard, he told us. You know he said after several faults starts that it was like a stick drawn along a wall.

Well, it occurred to me that if it was anything at all, it might be the murderer trailing along with his hammer and nail in his hand, and if the hall was dark, feeling along the walls and doors to guide him. Rather far-fetched, I smiled. Well, the only way to see about it was to look on the door of Ames's room, and there, sure enough, was a long scratch, as if a nail or something had been dragged along it. A distinct scratch, but only across the door.

At least I could find no other such mark. So, me for the coroner's office to look over the air. exhibits. And if you please, with a powerful lens, I discovered some minute particles of dark varnish in under the head of that nail that played the principal part in our death drama. Seems incredible, I murmured, and indeed it did. Yes, but true, key averred, and the brown varnish corresponds exactly to the door of Ames's room. all the doors in that wing, in fact. Well, after all, what does it prove?

I asked wearily, wondering what new horror was to be divulged. Only premeditation. It proves that the murderer went to Tracy's room, passing by Ames' room, carrying the nail with him and presumably the hammer. That's all I can see in it, but it lends a bit of color to maud's idea that the story of the nail may have been responsible for the whole thing yes i said holding myself together it does but of course even though we found that book at the house on the island there are several inmates of that house who may become suspect also there is the possibility that one of those inmates may have lent that book to anybody in all deep lake

perfectly true gray and keely spoke almost casually that's logical enough now to find out who did or might have done that it's quite on the cards that somebody in the pleasure dome household read that book and used that method to do away with tracy it's even possible that a rank outsider did the same thing but somebody did do it and with that book in the vicinity of the vicinity it's only rational to assume the connection between the suggestion and the deed. Could it have been the work of a demented person? asked Modd. Very easily, Keeley said. I've hoped all along some maniac would turn up who we could suspect. But none has, so far. Yes, it all has the earmarks of the work of a distorted brain.

I mean the feather dust. and all that tomfoolery but i've not been able to find any trace of anybody even slightly or temporarily demented well then of course posy may's story had to be told to him laura undertook the telling and without any help from maud or me she gave a clear and concise resume of posy's statements kee listened as always thoughtfully and with deepest interest when she had finished he turned to me and said in what was intended for a comforting manner take it easy old man the game's never out till it's played out and i'm not at all of the opinion that the scenes the volatile posey described actually happened just as she described them it may be alma lost her temper lost it to such an extent that the merry veils one and all urged her into the house but make allowances for the source of that information and remember that it may all have happened some time ago that posey's memory may be greatly stimulated by her imagination and that she is decidedly prone to exaggerate anyway my very drooping spirits revived and i plucked up a little hope but i had to know what key thought about the book do you feel sure as maud does that the story in that book started the whole thing as i said a few moments ago i do at this moment think there is some connection

but i am quite willing to say also that is to my mind just as likely there is none then why did alma want the book destroyed i demanded because she thinks there is a connection my heart lightened that i exclaimed proves you think her innocent i never said i didn't think that but thinking so far is a far cry from proving it if you gray could only bring yourself to tell me the important bit of information you are holding out on me i should know better where we stand I think, boy, the time has come, if you're ever going to tell, to tell now. I pondered. How could I tell them that I had seen Alma on the lake that night? How could I put her dear head in the noose? For it was nothing less than that.

I shook my head. There's nothing, Key, I said. Don't tell if you don't want to, Gray. But don't think you can lie to me successfully. You can't. But Keely, I begged him, granting I do know of a point that I haven't told you, and supposing it definitely incriminates the girl I love, can you wonder that I want to withhold it? You mean you think it definitely incriminates her. You may well be mistaken.

It doesn't seem so to me. And you propose to lock this important piece of information in your own soul, away from us all, and let us go on blindly floundering? Do you suppose I care how blindly you flounder if you don't suspect Alma Remsen? Do you suppose I care that I'm accessory after the fact and all that, if I can keep her safe from suspicion? But, Gray, if I can convince you that it's wiser to let you, me know, and if I promise not to utilize the information you give me, if it does not prove

her guilty, what then? If you give me your word of honor on that, I'll tell. Very well, word of honor. Then, I said, I saw Alma Remsen in her canoe go to Pleasuredome at about half-past one that night her uncle died, and I saw, no i heard her come back passed here about half-past two how are you so sure of this key asked you didn't know her then that was the very night you arrived here i know that i was looking out of my bedroom window and saw the girl it was moonlight and i saw her distinctly then next day when i saw alma i recognized her for the girl-the the same girl."

"'And you didn't see her return?' "'I heard her, but I was sleepy and didn't get up to look out. It may not have been she, of course, but it was a sound as of similar paddling. "'I'm glad you told me,' Keely said, but his face was somber and his eyes sad. End of Chapter 14. of the Deep Lake Mystery by Carolyn Wells. This Libervox recording is in the public domain. The Deep Lake Mystery by Carolyn Wells.

Chapter 15. Jenny Keely Moore had a knack of putting his troubles away on a high shelf, while he relaxed, as he called it. And with him, this meant relaxation of mind, as well as body, and he stretched himself in his porch chair and demanded light chatter with no hint or mention of the pleasure-dome tragedy. Laura, as usual, met him more than halfway and began a recital of the blunders made by her new parlor maid that morning. Nice-looking little baggage, said Key, who had always an eye for a pretty face.

Where'd you pick her up? I can't tell you that, said Laura. It's a secret. A secret? Where you got a servant? Then I can guess. You sneaked her away from some unsuspecting friend and offered higher wages. Nothing of the sort.

Jenny came to me and asked me to take her. Where has she been living? Oh, nowhere in particular. How do you like that screen across that corner? It was in the dining room, you know, but it wasn't really necessary there. Hush, woman, thundered Key in mock rage. Don't trifle with me. Tell me where that parlor maid sprang from or tremble for your life.

But I can't, and Laura broke into giggles. You see, you've forbidden me to tell you. Forbidden you to tell me. He sat up, his keen intuition telling him there was something back of this chaffing. Yes, to tell you would involve the mention of a forbidden name. Laura, you've taken on a servant from Pleasuredome. Yes, I couldn't resist. She's a jewel, and she had already left there.

She was free to come? Oh, yes. griscom had dismissed several of the maids saying there's not enough work for a large force the household is as it was except for mr tracy yes of course but there's no entertaining and i believe mr ames and young dean are leaving soon after the funeral who'll be head of the house then everett i suppose key you forbade all reference to pleasuredome and now you're go away we're not talking of the murder now a fellow can gossip about his neighbors i suppose oh yes all right them well jenny told me all this and she says that when miss alma comes to live in the big house she will go back there if alma will take her but she won't stay there now because mrs fen is too bossy mrs fen yes the housekeeper she and griscombe rule the roost and the other servants are all squirming perhaps we can worm some information out of the perspicacious jenny keely moore you wouldn't descend to quizzing servants would you wouldn't i just

i'd quiz a scullery maid if i could get a glimmer of light on our dark problem pull jenny in and let me take a shot at her obediently laura touched a bell and jenny appeared she was a trim tidy young person in a neat uniform and her attitude was perfect she stood at attention and awaited orders kee looked at her and then said slowly you have been living at mr tracy's yes sir the reply was calm respectful and quite unperturbed why did you leave there the butler and housekeeper decided to reduce the staff and i asked that i might be one of those to leave kees studied her more closely clearly she was superior to the general run of servants why did you wish to leave she hesitated a moment then said in a straightforward manner because i prefer to work in a house where there is a master or mistress and not a house run by the upper servants that's plausible is that the only reason you wanted to make a change a longer pause this time then again that's sudden decision to speak no sir i wanted to get away from a house where such a terrible thing had happened that's a natural feeling i'm sure you were there then at the time of mr tracy's death oh yes you were questioned by the coroner about it no sir i suppose he thought i didn't know anything about it and do you oh yes sir

keely stared at her i went limp and faint all over and the two women nearly fell off their chairs but kee was careful not to show his intense interest well jenny he said in as casual a tone as he could command what do you know do i have to tell you sir she looked at him serenely not at all frightened and with no diminution of her respectful attitude why uh yes jennie i think you do i mean legally you know am i bound to answer your questions are you a policeman why yes in a way key began and then he said quickly no jenny i'm not a policeman but if you don't tell me you'll have to tell the police now wouldn't you rather tell me nice and quietly than to be interviewed by the police then to be interviewed by the policeman police who would scare you out of your wits oh sir they couldn't scare me the girl returned with a look of self-reliance that seemed to exhibit neither fear of god nor regard of man i had never seen on that face of one so young such apparent certainty of an ability to hold her own clearly jenny was a find and would doubtless prove a strong card for of course Kee could get her story out of her. But he soon found that he could not do it himself.

Unless convinced that she was forced to it by the law, Jenny had no intention of divulging her information. Recognizing this, Kee gave it up and sent her about her business. She probably knows nothing, was his comment. If she did, Griscomber heart would have caught on. I suppose she thought she saw something, and her imagination exaggerated it. But she doesn't seem to me imaginative, Key, Laura declared. Not like posy, you know, out to kick up a sensation.

This girl is queer, very queer, but to me she rings true. We'll hear her story before we decide, Key told her. March will be over tonight, and he'll have the... law on her. Don't let her go out this evening." Laura agreed, and then we went out to dinner. Serious conversation at table was strictly taboo, so we had only light chat and banter throughout the meal. But afterward, snugly settled in the lounge, Keeley said, Well, of course, we have to face facts. There's no use denying, Gray, that matters begin to look pretty thick for Alma. As you know, I have to push on. I can't stop because the girl my friend cares for is

under suspicion. So, it comes down to this. If you choose, you may go back to New York till it's all over, one way or another. You can't be of any help to me here, and I can't see how you can be of any use to Alma. This sounds a bit brutal, but I think you understand. If you don't, I'll try to explain. You'd better explain, then, I growled, for I'm damned if I do understand. Well, it's not only that, as I said, you can't help any, and if things go against the girl, it would be better for you to be out of it all. I suppose something in the look of misery that came into my eyes went to Laura's heart,

for she said, "'Nonsense, Key. "'Gray can't go away. "'He couldn't bring himself to do that. "'Of course he'll stay right here with us, "'and if he doesn't help, at least he won't hinder. "'You go ahead with your investigation, "'and Gray and I will stand at thy right hand

"'and keep the bridge with thee.' "'All right, Laura,' I managed to say, "'and Key, understandingly refrained from any further words on the subject. but i grasped his meaning and i knew that i was to stay only if i put no obstacles in his way and concealed no information that i might in any way achieve march came along as per schedule and he and keely plunged at once into the discussion keely moore was not one of those private investigators who kept secret his own findings or ideas he was almost always ready to tell freely what he thought or suspected and he expected equal frankness from his fellow workers so first of all he informed march of the story posy may had deemed detailed. March 2 was inclined to take it with a grain of salt. "'I know that kid,' he said.

"'She's full of the old Nick, and I'm not sure her word is reliable. But that yarn sounds plausible, and if she did see what she describes, it's likely somebody else, at some time or other, has seen the same sort of thing. If so, I'll try to find it out. and if we get one or two corroborations we can begin to think it may be so but even then i suggested it may only mean a high temper and not a a diseased mind mart supplied i don't know about that if it were a case of high temper there would be more or less exhibition of it right along a girl who flies into wild passions at times is going to have slight shows of temper in between or else there's something radically wrong there and as i know miss remsen i only know her as a lovely gentle-natured girl without this fierce temper at all if then she has spells of it those spells mean organic trouble of some sort

we could ask her nurse but we'd learn nothing from her i'm sure we could quiz the pleasuredome servants for the older ones at least lived there when alma was there but again they would shield her from any suspicion or they probably would we can try it on what about her doctor said laura he'd know yes and that's a good idea but her doctor i think is dr rogers and he went to california the day after mr tracy died he seems to be beyond reach for he went by the canadian pacific and stopped along the way at various places bantf and lake louise i suppose suggested maud yes but also at some less known places ranches or such and his office says he will get no mail until he reaches san francisco fine way for a doctor to leave his arrangements exclaimed keely oh well he put his practice in good hands and he's gone off for a real vacation But all he could tell us is whether Alma Remsen is in any way, or in any degree, mentally affected. And I'm quite sure we can somehow find that out without him. If I grill that old butler and that sphinx of a housekeeper over there,

I'm sure I can gather from what they say or don't say about how matters stand. If she is epileptic, Maud said, would it explain a criminal act on her part? It might, March returned, but I don't think she is that. I don't either, Key agreed, and I blessed them both silently for that ray of hope. Then Keely told of the new parlor maid

and her strange attitudes, and March demanded her immediate presence. A servant from that house is just what we want, he said. We are in luck. Jenny answered Laura's summons and appeared, looking as composed and serene as before. Clearly she had no intention of quailing before the majesty of the law. You may sit down, Jenny, Laura said kindly, and the girl took a chair with just the right shade of deference and obedience. You were employed at Pleasuredome? March began, a trifle disconcerted at this self-possessed young creature.

Yes, sir. For how long? I was there six months. Then you were there when Mr. Tracy died? Yes, sir. But you were not there when Miss Remsen lived there? No, sir. No.

Now, Jenny, you. You told Mrs. Moore you knew something about the night of Mr. Tracy's death. Yes, sir. Is it, do you think of importance? Yes, sir. Not only the monotony of the girl's monosyllabic replies, but the enigmatic smile that played about her lips and was remindful of the Mona Lisa

began to grate on the nerves of all of us. But Marte swallowed. took a long breath and plunged into the matter. Then, Jenny, since you deem it of importance, tell it to us, and we will see what we think about it. Must I tell it, sir? Indeed you must, and March glared at her threateningly. But it was unnecessary. Jenny seemed to think at a case of needs must when the law drives, and she began to speak in real sentences.

You see, she said, my room is across the house from Mr. Tracy's room. I mean across the part of Deep Lake that he called the Sunless Sea. Across? Yes, sir. You can look out of my window and see down into Mr. Tracy's room. Of course, my room is on the third floor and his is on the second floor, but you can see in. Yes, and dearly. Did you see in?

Oh, yes, I often looked in there late at night. What for? Nothing in particular, only it was bright and gay, and there were always flowers about, and sometimes company and music, and so I like to look at it. Well, go on. Yes, sir, and never did I see anything strange or peculiar, except this one night, sir.

You see, it was his sitting-room, as I could look into it, and it was so fixed with curtains and all that, that I couldn't really see much after all. I just sort of had a glimpse like, and then nothing. I see. Well, get along to the night of the strange thing you saw. What was it? I saw Miss Alma dive out of the window into the lake. There was a moment's daze. dead silence, and then March found his voice somehow and carried on. You're saying it was Miss Remsen? Oh, yes, sir, of course. I know her well.

How is she dressed? She had on a white dress, a sports suit, and white shoes and stockings. She most always wears white in the summertime. time. She came to the window, and I saw her step up on the sill, and then she looked down at the lake for a moment. As if afraid? Oh, no, sir. As if just judging the distance or something like that. Then she put her hands together over her head and dived right off. She went down like a lovely bird into the water, and in a few seconds up again and straight out to where her boat was nearby. What sort of boat?

The little canoe she always uses, sir. I know it well. And then? Then, sir, she settled herself in the boat, all dripping wet as she was, but she didn't seem to mind, and she paddled away, just as she always paddled, with that clear, sharp stroke that everybody admires so much. Where did she go? Toward her own home on the island. Of course, when she turned the bend, I couldn't see her.

What did you do then? I went to bed, sir. Put out your light? I didn't have any light. It was moonlight, and I was just looking out at the lake when this thing happened. Jenny, this is a very strange tale. Yes, sir.

You say it is true, all of it? Every word, sir. The girl's eyes were of a dull gray, but they had a penetrating gaze that was a bit irritating. But both eyes and voice carried conviction. None of Jenny's listeners was the kind to be hoodwings. and, moreover, we all rather fancied ourselves as being able to discern between true and false witnessing. And as we found later, when we compared notes, each of us was thoroughly impressed with the indubitable truthfulness of this strange girl with her strange story.

"'And you've not told this before?' "'No, sir.' "'Why not?' i wasn't asked who asked you now mrs moore sir and then mr moore and then yourself yes i see well jenny can you keep this story secret for a time if nobody asks me about it but look here girl you are in the command of the law and i order you not to tell this-this you're bound to obey me, or you will be put in prison. See, in prison. I shouldn't like that, sir. But even this avowal brought no change of countenance or gleam of fear into the gray eyes. You bet you wouldn't, but that's what you'll get if you tell.

Yes, sir. Will you keep still about it? If nobody asked me, sir. march looked utterly disgusted but laura took the matter in hand leave it to me mr march she said i think i can answer for jenny's obedience to your order so long as she stays with me i like you said jenny gazing at her of course you do said laura heartily and i like you we're going to be great friends now mr march any more questions before i put our star witness to bed a few only jenny did you see miss rameson come to the house or only go away only go away do you suppose she came to the house in her boat she must have done so she always comes that way but she could not have gone in by the window no how did she get in then by the door i suppose miss remsen had a key then why did she leave by the window that's what i don't know the gray eyes clouded that's what i can't make out it is a hard problem what time was it when you saw her go away

i've no idea we all go to bed at ten if it isn't our night out so i went to my room about ten but i couldn't sleep hadn't you been asleep at all when you saw the girl in the boat yes i think so i'm quite sure i had but my watch wasn't going and so i don't know what time it was don't you have a timepiece to get up by mrs fen wraps on our doors sir then we get up i see well you say it was moonlight do you know where the moon was in the sky oh yes it was just disappearing behind mr tracy's wing then we contract a time down by that said march with a nod of satisfaction given the date and the position of the moon, that's easy. Jenny, said Keely, thoughtfully, did Miss Remsen have anything in her hands when she dived from the window?

Oh, I forgot to tell you that. You see, her canoe was just below, right down from the windows. She leaned out first, and dropped a bundle of something into the boat. Then she stepped on the sill, and I could see she did, have something in one hand, a sort of stick, I think.

The totem pole, said March, decidedly. That's all, Jenny, you may go now. Laura left the room with the girl, but soon returned. Not a word had been spoken by us in her absence. Well, she said as she came back, and March responded, not well at all, about as bad as it can be. You believe that balderdash, then? I asked angrily, and Keeley said,

Yes, Gray, and so do you. I think, March, we must revert to the mentally deficient theory. I think so, too, March said, shaking his head. I wish Dr. Rogers was at home. End of Chapter 15 Chapter 16 of the Deep Lake Mystery by Carolyn Wells This Libravox recording is in the public domain The Deep Lake Mystery by Carolyn Wells

Chapter 16 Whistling Reeds March called in at variable winds on his way to the Tracy funeral. We were all ready to go, for though none of us wanted to, it was a matter of convention and the whole village would have commented unkindly had we stayed away i especially dreaded it for i dislike funerals and i hated the thought of the entire community sitting up there casting glances at alma and making whispered remarks about her but i had to go so i made the best of it and garbed in appropriate black i sat with the others awaiting the time to start start. March came in, looking harassed and worn. "'It's all too dreadful,' he said, sinking into a chair.

"'Everything seems to point to Alma Remsen, yet I am not convinced of her guilt.' I started to speak, but thought better of it. Since March held that opinion, nothing I could say would help any. I'd better keep still. I'm going to the funeral, March went on, because it's wiser to show myself there. But I shall slip out during the service and go over to the island house. How about going with me, Mr. Norris? What for, I asked, a little suspicious of his motives. Partly to help along by corroborating anything I may learn or discover,

and partly that you may tell Mr. Moore all, about it later and save me that much work. I've none too much time for what I have to do. Go ahead, Gray, Keeley said. I can't leave the funeral, of course, but your absence will not be noticed. As neighbors, we must show proper respect, but our guests may be excused. Very well, then, I'll go, I told March, for I felt I'd rather know exactly what he found out and so know what steps to take myself. I was formulating in my mind a course of procedure that I hoped might free Alma from these monstrous and false suspicions. I'll go, I repeated, but not because I foresee any new evidence against Miss Remsen. It's too

absurd to suspect her. It's too absurd not to, Mark said. The evidence is piling a up, the fingerprints and footsteps and the maid's story of seeing her that night all seemed to prove she was there at the fatal hour. The strange decorations on the deathbed look like the work of a diseased mind. Posey May's story seems to prove that Miss Remsen is afflicted with some sort of spells that transform her into a demoniac. Then all the details of the waistcoats and the totem pole, the fact that she is an expert swimmer and the strong motive of the approaching loss of her uncle's fortune you're going too fast mr march i interrupted him poisey may's story should not be taken without some outside corroboration she is an irresponsible child and not fit to be a real witness the maid jenny i think comes in the same category i for one is a one am unwilling to admit miss remsen the victim of any sort of malady or disease until we have a doctor's opinion on that subject it seems to me this is only fair to the young lady

norris is right about that keely agreed with me keep these developments quiet for another twenty-four hours march no good can come from exploiting them no and i don't mean to but no harm can come of going over to the remsen house even if it does no good all right as to that go ahead go with him gray and keep your eyes and ears open the two murrayvilles will probably be at the funeral but there'll doubtless be some one in charge of the place it was time to start then and we walked sedately out to the car our funeral manner already upon us the two moors and maud went up toward the front seats while march and i took seats in the back of the room the services were held at pleasure dome in the great ballroom that was beneath the rooms of sampson tracy's suite i looked out the window at the deep dark lake sunless sea was an apt name for it as the trees grew thickly right down to the very edge of the water and the great house also shaded it a sombre-looking scene yet of a certain still peacefulness that had its own appeal here and there a rock lifted its jagged form up out of the water but i realized that if a diver or swimmer were familiar with the place he could easily avoid danger my heart was sick at the black clouds that seemed to be closing in round the girl i loved and i resolved anew to devote my whole heart and soul to the task of setting her free i had no doubt of her innocence no doubt but that these seemingly true accounts against her were really capable of some other explanation

but even if she were guilty even if she had killed her uncle whether in her right mind or not she was still the one girl in the world for me i would comfort and help her in her adversity as i would in more joyful hours should such ever come to us then i saw her come in saw alma enter her arm through that of the faithful mary while john maryvale stalked behind them like a bodyguard what a pair of those mary veils were invincible seemed to be the only word that described them strong brave keen-witted they looked forceful and capable enough to ward off all trouble from the girl they loved but whether they could do so or not was the question alma white-faced but composed walked with a steady step and took the seat the usher offered in the front row her faithful henchmen on either side mrs dallas was also in the front row and the secretaries and harper ames in the next row sat the entire staff of the pleasuredome servants then came the neighbors and villagers the room was quickly filled and many were turned away or relegated to other rooms in the house the air was heavy with the scent of hothouse flowers for the well-meaning donors were not content to send the lovely garden flowers blooming on their own estates exquisite music sounded from behind a screen of tall palms and as the services began march looked at me and we silently rose and went out

horrible affairs funerals i said wiping my brow with my handkerchief oh i don't know the detective responded i rather like them i like that exotic effect of the flowers and mealcheship oh i don't know the detective responded i rather like them i like that exotic effect of the flowers and me music and the solemn face audience and the still peaceful figure in the casket yes it impresses me rather pleasantly then you're a ghoul i told him irritably which was unjust on the face of it the good-natured chap only smiled for he realized i think that my nerves were on edge i don't know you very well mr norris he said after after a pause, but I'm going to venture on a bit of advice. I know, of course, your regard for Miss Remsen, and I'm going to warn you that you may hinder rather than help her cause unless you learn to control your feelings. Don't lose your temper when you see us detectives

prying into matters that seem to you sacred. These things must be done. Your objections have no weight, and it is far wiser not to raise us. them. Maybe I am offending you, but my intentions are good, and you can take it or leave it.

The man's honest countenance and kindly smile affected me more pleasantly than his words, and after a moment I said heartily, I take it, Mr. March. I realize I am a blundering ass, and I'm grateful

for a pull-up. But, to be frank, I never was in love before, and and to find suddenly that I care for a woman with all my heart and soul, and then find her under a terrible suspicion, well, I dare say you'll admit it's a hard position. I do, indeed I do, and you mustn't give up hope yet. I always keep an open mind just as long as possible.

It may be some other claimant for the honor of being the criminal will turn up. i surely hope so but in the meantime we must just dig into things and do all we can to get more light you're going to search the house on the island i certainly am if i can get in anyway maybe there's no one there then you'd break in i suppose maybe maybe i'd do anything to learn a few things i won't-i'll do anything to learn a few things i want to know we had reached the pleasure dome boat-house now and from an attendant there march commandeered a small boat which he said he would row himself i like a bit of exercise he told me and rowing is my preference so we went on past variable winds on down to the island of whistling reeds a quiet rather grim man helped us to make our landing, and we went up to the house. Before we reached it, March paused to give it a moment's study. We looked at its pleasant porches and its windows with light fluttering curtains.

From one window on the second floor, a face looked out at us, a girl's face with dark bobbed hair. The head was quickly withdrawn, and we went up the steps and March round. the bell. In a moment the door was opened by the girl whose face we had seen at the window. She now wore a bit of a frill cap with a black velvet bow. This she had obviously dawned at the sound of the doorbell. We have come, Mark said to her in his pleasant way, to look over the house. It isn't for sale, she said, not frightened at all, but seeming a little amused. I know. I don't want to buy or rent it. Are you the parlor maid? I'm Miss Remsen's personal maid, ladies' maid, she returned, bridling a bit, as if to be a parlor

maid was beneath her rank. Oh, I see. I thought Miss Remsen had her nurse. Yes, Mrs. Maryvale is my mother. We both look after Miss Alma. i'm sure she's well taken care of now dora sir she said divining his question with quick intuition well dora i suppose you are devoted to miss remsen oh that i am sir i'd die for her well we don't want you to do that but something far easier we just want you to answer a few questions is any one in the house beside yourself? Nobody, sir. All gone to the funeral? Yes, sir.

All but Michael, down at the dock, and me. Very well. Now, do you remember the night Mr. Tracy died? Yes, sir. Where was Miss Remsen that night? Here at home, sir. What did she do through the evening? She read in a book, sir, then she played the piano a bit, and then she went to bed.

This was reeled off glibly, a little too glibly, I thought. It sounded parrot-like, as if a lesson, learned by rote. Evidently, March thought so too, for he said, looking at her closely, How do you know this? How do I know? She looked a little blank. Oh, yes, I know, because I saw her now and again as I passed through the hall. I see.

Now, what book was she reading? Do you know? No, sir. I don't know that. But you saw her reading? Yes, sir. Well, what kind of book was it? A big book? No, no, sir. sir, I think not. I think it was a smallish book. With a paper cover?

Yes, sir, with a paper cover. Stop at March, I cried involuntarily. You shan't put words into her mouth. Keep still, Norris, he said sternly, and remember what I told you. I supposed he meant that I could serve Alma best by learning everything possible about. her, but I resented this sort of procedure. The girl was frightened, too. She drew her breath quickly, as if fearing she had been indiscreet,

but March restored her equanimity by his next words. "'That's all right, Dora,' he said. "'It doesn't matter what book she had or what music she played. Then she went to bed. She didn't go out anywhere?' "'Oh, no, sir.' it was near ten then. Miss Remsen never goes out evenings, unless to a party,

and then somebody fetches her, or mother goes with her. Well, you've told a straight story, and that's all we want to know. Now, I'm going to give the house the once over. What's that, sir? A glance about. You see, Dora, I'm connected with the police, and... The police, sir? she cried and sank into a chair but suddenly she sprang to her feet again and said in a low tense tone will you please go away sir go away and come when my father or mother shall be here

no dora we can't do that you ought to know that the police cannot be told what to do but rest assured we mean no harm to your young mistress and we are hoping to find some clues or evidence that will free her from suspicion dora looked thoroughly perplexed she glanced from the window as if of a mind to call michael but he was not in sight and i may as well tell you march continued his iron hand still in a velvet glove that you'd better let us have our way without raising any objection for you can't stop us and you'd only create unpleasantness for yourself dora seemed to see reason and she nodded her head in assent what do you want me to do she asked in a subdued voice go with us and show us the rooms that's all we shall not really disturb anything and it will save miss ramson trouble if we can get through before her return so dora went ahead with an air of obedience under protest that showed us itself in her dragging footsteps and her somber eyes. This is the living room, she said, indicating the room we already knew. March stepped inside. He quickly scanned the appointments, but he had seen them before and paid real

attention only to the bookcase. This produced nothing of interest, however, and we went on through a cozy little writing room to the dining room, a delightful chival. cheery room hung with chintzes and gay with bowls of flowers. To my amazement, the detective devoted his scrutiny to the dining table. He examined the wood of it carefully, and then, drawing a lens from his pocket, peered through it in true Sherlock Holmes fashion. I wondered if this was meant to impress the staring, Dora, but March seemed to be interested in his own account, and he pucketed his lens with a sigh of satisfaction. Now the kitchen, he said, and we went thither.

A modern, immaculate kitchen it was, with all the up-to-date contrivances for lightning labor and for achieving quick results. March took in most of it at a glance, pausing only to turn round a can of cocoa on a shelf in the glass-dored cupboard. yes he said smiling at dora i think that's the best brand too then we went upstairs it seemed sacrilege to me to go into alma's bedroom but march strode forward as a general to an attack he made no noise or disturbance he opened no cupboards or bureau drawers he looked closely at the bedside table which showed only a reading lamp a booker's

two, a small flask of cologne water, and an engagement pad and pencil. "'Miss Alma has her breakfast in bed,' he said interrogatively, and I wondered if he had seen a spot on the lace table cover, or how he knew. "'Yes, sir, both, both Sundays and weekdays, sir.' Dora was blushing furiously now, though I could see no reason for it at mere mention of breakfast in bed. March seemed not to see it, and we went on to the next room. This was a large and delightful room, the counterpart of Alma's bedroom.

The guest room, Dora said, and stood aside to let us enter. And a pretty one. Are there guests often? Oh, yes, sir. Miss Alma frequently has young ladies to stay the night with her. i see a charming room he set down his stick while he leaned out of the window for a glimpse of the lake he looked into the guest bathroom but it showed only the immaculate cleanliness beloved of all good housekeepers and then we went back into the hall where are the servants rooms he asked up in the third story sir want to go up dora opened a door at the foot of a flight of stairs but mart said no not necessary and she closed it again now we'll go downstairs he said and we started he let dora proceed him and then pushed me along next exclaiming oh i've left my stick he returned to the guest-room and came out again carrying the stick in question i felt sure the stick was a blind of some sort but i couldn't see how he had found any clue in the guest-room and i was weary of the farce anyway what did he expect to find as far as i could see he hadn't found anything at all

well dora he said as we regained the porch and were about to leave you've been very kind you can tell miss remsen and your parents all about it and tell them you behaved just exactly right yes sir thank you sir has miss remsen a beau she's not engaged sir but several young men are sweet on her who i cried feeling that i'd like to knock the several heads together i think mr billy dean is the nicest dora said apparently quite willing to gossip miss remsen is never ill is she march broke in oh no sir never never has to take anything to induce sleep oh no never never has to take anything to induce sleep oh no never never never never But this time there was a hesitation, and I pictured Alma as unable to sleep and resorting to a mild sedative. All right, Dora, goodbye, and many thanks. We went down to the boathouse, and the man there was still glum and unsmiling. Nor did our substantial du sur give him any apparent pleasure.

He pocketed it without a word and pushed off our boat with a july. jerk that had the effect of his being glad to be rid of us. March was unperturbed by all of this, and of course it mattered little to me. I was consumed with curiosity to know if March had learned anything indicative. I found a few trifles, he vouchsafed to tell me, but I can't describe them at the moment. Being a detective, you have to be mysterious, I growled. yes just that he agreed cheerfully and we proceeded in silence they're just leaving the burying-ground he said at last shall we go and pay our final respects if you like i said indifferently so we landed at pleasure dome and then betook ourselves to the tiny graveyard which was down beyond the orchard it was a love

spot, shaded by long branches of weeping willows, and brightened by beds of carefully tended flowers. Lillies abounded, and there were patches of the lovely California poppies and screens covered with sweet peas. I became interested in the graves, and March pointed out those of Alma's parents and her little sister. The child was eight years old when she died, I commented. I thought it was an infant.

No, a girl. Alma remembers her, of course, but it was all before my day. I've only lived here seven years. Flowers enough on Tracy's grave in all conscience. The mound of the new grave was heaped with flowers, indeed an impressive sight. The growing flowers and the cut blossoms

vied with each other in beautiful. and harmonized into one glorious hole of gorgeous bloom all had left but two or three workmen and they withdrew to a respectful distance while march and i stood there tell me march did you find anything i can't bear this suspense please believe i don't want to keep you on tenderhooks he said with real regret in his tone but what i did discover is so contradictory, so impossible of solution at present, that I can't divulge it until I find some meaning to it. What did you make of the girl Dora? Nothing. She seemed to me just an ordinary servant. Don't you believe it. She's far from being an ordinary servant. That girl knows all there is to know. What do you mean?

Just what I say, and we've got to get that knowledge. Of course, then, if she knows anything, it's to do with Alma. She wouldn't know anything about any other suspect. Look here, Norris. You'll have to remember that I'm out to find the murderer of Sampson Tracy. I'm not considering whether the evidence I collect is going to implicate this one or that one, or whether it isn't. i want only the truth well i don't i told him i want to clear alma remsen and i'd perjure myself straight into perdition if it would do her any good

well it wouldn't your word after that speech isn't worth the effort it takes to speak it as you must see for yourself why don't you try to realize that that sort of talk won't get you anywhere nor help the girl either. Why don't you try to understand that to find the real murderer is the only thing to free Miss Remsen, and the only way to do that is to investigate? All of a sudden, I saw myself for a silly fool. You're right, March, I said earnestly, and I'm going to try. That's more like it, he applauded. Come on, we'll work together. end of chapter sixteen chapter seventeen of the deep lake mystery by caroline wells this librivox recording is in the public domain the deep lake mystery by caroline wells chapter seventeen ames takes a hand i've just read a detective story where a sweet young girl was the criminal after all maud said contributing an argument to our conversation

it was sunday the day after the tracy funeral as we sat on the porch after the midday dinner ames came along and joined our group well mr moore he said unless you consider yourself engaged by me on the tracy case and you certainly have never given me to understand that i am ready to call the deal off why keely said offering him a cigar principally because the evidence seems so strong against alma remsen and i've no wish to see that girl convicted why not first because she isn't guilty and second because if she were guilty i don't want to be in any way instrumental in bringing it home to her you'd compound a felony Oh, rubbish! But yes, of course, I'd compound a felony rather than raise a finger to help establish her guilt. What makes you think she is guilty? I didn't say I thought she was guilty.

I said the evidence seems to point that way, but evidence doesn't always point to the truth by any means. Very true. Have you any other suspect? i'm not looking for suspects i want to get away from the whole business yet only a few days ago you wanted me to investigate this matter at your direction and at your expense i know it but i've changed my mind i want to go away to go back home if i'm needed for any purpose you can always find me i'm not going to disappear i don't think you'll be wanted by the authorities mr ames if that's what you mean i have crossed you off my list of suspects and i think detective march has done the same however you will speak to them of course before you leave town oh certainly and mr moore i've been doing a bit of looking about on my own i don't know that it will be of help or even interest to you but i've seen a bit of looking about on my own i don't know that it will be of help or even interest to you but i've seen satisfied myself that nobody at Pleasuredome was the murderer of Samson Tracy. You mean no member of the household?

Yes, none of the staff of servants, neither of the secretaries, nor myself. That completes the tale of the occupants of the house that night. And how have you come to your conclusions? By questioning, both straightforward and also more adjudiced. i have talked to the servants and i have examined their rooms and possessions and i have no hesitancy in pronouncing them all innocent perhaps they know something about it though not the ones who are there now a few i believe have been dismissed they may know something i cannot get at them of course but those who are there and they are the principal ones, are innocent, and are eager to find the criminal. They do not then suspect Alma Remsen?

Surely they would not be anxious to discover her guilty. No, they will hear no word against her. Griscom, especially, flies into a rage at a hint of her implication in the matter. And the two secretaries? Are as innocent as I am. I can scare you. I'd seriously expect you to take my word about myself, but I want a witness for Everett and Dean. They had no reason to kill Tracy, for I don't agree that their expected legacies were sufficient motive.

I had a motive, I suppose, as I sorely needed the money he left me, but I didn't kill him to get it. Ames didn't smile. He made his statement in a calm, honest way that carried absolute conviction. and there was no evidence against Ames. Had he wanted to kill Tracy, he surely would not have gone to the trouble to fix up all those foolish decorations, nor would he have been apt to think of making that tell-tale scratch across his own door.

I think nobody suspects you, Mr. Ames, Keeley said, and Ames returned, No, nobody does. They're all on the trail of Alma Remsen. by all, I mean, of course, the police. There's nobody else sleuthing that I know of, except yourself. There is plenty of evidence that seems to point to Miss Remsen, Key said slowly.

The question is, does it really indicate her? Did you ever hear, Mr. Ames, that she was in any way affected, either physically or mentally, by a disorder that would make her, or irresponsible, and her behavior? Ames moved uncomfortably in his chair. I'd rather not answer that question, he said, but I suppose my disinclination to reply would be construed as affirmative. So while I declined to discuss it, I will admit that I have heard rumors to that effect. Then if it can be proved that she is mentally affected, surely no punishment

can come to her, even in case of conviction. Perhaps not, but if she is mentally afflicted, it seems all the more horrible to add to her sufferings the horrors of a trial. My heart warmed toward Harper Ames. At least he had the instincts of a human being, and not those of a cold-blooded sleuth. You feel as I do that the bizarre effects of that deathbed implies,

or at least suggests the work of a disordered mind? Either that or an exceedingly clever mind trying to give the effect of a more or less demented person. Have you, in your talks with the servants or secretaries, learned any rational explanation for those strange conditions? None at all. One more question, please, Mr. Ames, key said gravely and then i have done have you since the death of sampson tracy learned of any incident aside from these strange conditions we have mentioned that seems to you to implicate miss remsen

an obstinate look came over ames's face and he shook his head but it was plain to see that he was concealing something you can't expect us to believe that hans half-hearted negation, Key said with a nod of understanding. I know you don't want to accuse that poor girl of anything more, but try to realize that what you think against her interests may be for them. That's a new way to put it, and Ames looked a little bewildered. But it might be true.

You know in the story books the nephew is always overheard having a violent altercation with his own. uncle, but he has always proved innocent. Who overheard Miss Remsen quarreling with her uncle? I did. I may as well tell you, for I dare say it is my duty. And it may, as you say, redound to her favor, although I can't see how. Well, I was passing through the hall on the Tuesday afternoon. The afternoon she said she was there, you know, and the two were in the library. The door was partly open, and with no intent of eavesdropping, I couldn't help hearing some words as I went by.

Alma was talking, and while not loud, her voice was strained, tense, as if with deep feeling or passion. She was saying, please don't tell Mrs. Dallas, Uncle, please don't. If you do, I shall do something desperate. I can't bear it to have you tell her. She hates me anyhow, and it would make her hate me worse. Uncle, I beg of you. I heard no more as I went right along.

You're sure of what you did here? Sure of the intent. I may not have the way. words exact, but Alma was very angry and Tracy very decided. I gathered that. And the speech I heard was absolutely as I have told you in meaning, if not in identical language. Well, let's come right down to it. You think Tracy proposed to tell his prospective bride that his niece had an affliction that made her uncertain of herself at times? That is what I think.

I know that Tracy planned to tell Mrs. Dallas something, and you know she declared that herself. So, hearing Alma say what she did, how can one help putting two and two together? It may be, as you say, but what about the theory that Alma is shielding somebody? Who can it be? Only one or both of those strange old people who take care of her.

and somehow i can't see her running her own head into a noose to save them even if they are in danger which by the way i haven't heard that they are they're not definitely suspected that i know of but i've thought it might be that they were so upset by tracy's determination to expose the secret of alma's affliction that one of them might kill him to prevent such a disclosure ingenious as a theory ames said but not very probable as i see it why not first of all would either of those people capable of murder though they might be cut up all those monkey tricks that look like the work of a diseased mind just the way to draw suspicion on their beloved charge that's a facer key agreed unless they didn't think of that and only arranged the flowers and things with a view toward general bewilderment not good enough no alma isn't shielding anybody but she is queer very queer and the older servants griscombe and fen are worried sick about her they don't believe she did it they don't know what to believe there's so much against the girl and there's a rumor that somebody saw her over there that night who saw her i can't find out one maid told me another maid had told her so but fen came along and gave the girl a dressing down and she won't open her lips now well mr ames i'm grateful for the facts you have detailed every fact helps just as every opinion hinders isn't miss remsen now the owner and head of the pleasure dome estate

in a way yes legally of course she is the rightful heir and as she is not under arrest she can take possession if she chooses but she says she won't go there until this inquest matter is over and then i suppose if she should be accused and arrested the place would be shut up for a time hard lines on mrs dallas maud said losing her expected fortune and prominent position yes and no ames smiled a little between you and me mrs merrill although mrs dallas is terribly shocked at the manner of his death i can't feel she is mourning deeply for mr tracy i think charlie everett had pretty well cut out the elderly millionaire well that's her business laura said coldly i am so sorry for alma i've no sympathy to spare from mrs dallas they can't arrest the girl if she isn't responsible for her actions can they i don't know it depends on conditions and circumstances i hope mr ames i said speaking more pleasantly than i felt because i had no wish to antagonize him that you won't feel it necessary to tell any one else what you have told us mr moore of course will tell the police whatever he deems wise but i mean the matter needn't become village gossip no mr norris ames returned i have no wish to have miss remsen's name bandied about and now that i have told all i know my own conscience is clear and if not detained by the authorities i shall go home

but i dare say they will keep me until after the finish of the inquest on friday ames went off and his departure was closely followed by the arrival of that detestable little posy may i cordially disliked the girl and i felt sure she was bringing fresh tales about alma nor was i wrong the flapper swung herself over the arm of a big chair and landed turkish fashion in its depths demanded cigarettes and their attendant paraphernalia then with a solemn owl-like expression on her pert little face she said i have additional information keely prepared to listen for he had often said he gained more knowledge from outsiders than from the regular force yes posy went on i've been inquiring round among the folks who live nearest to the whistling reeds island and i've found three who have seen alma when she was in her tantrums look here miss may i said hoping to trap her how is it that you or your friends you've been interviewing can see what goes on in the island i've been there and it seems to me it's so walled in by trees and shrubs that there's little visible from the lake. That's true, Mr. Norris, Posy spoke seriously,

but there is a place at the back of the house, a sort of vista, small but open. I think somebody removed a tree or two in order to see out. If your boat is in line with that, you can see it quite plainly. That's where I saw Alma when she was patty-wack. in the old nurse, and that's where my friends have seen exhibitions of the same sort. Posey had a quaint way with her when she was serious, and somehow she gave the impression of sincerity in what she said. Anyway, she had the attention of her hearers, and she went on excitedly,

So I asked the girls, and they couldn't remember it first, and then the three of them said, yes, they had seen Alma through that opening in the trees. And they said, one of them did, that she saw Alma going for the nurse with a croquet mallet. And the man, that's the nurse's husband, had to come and pull Alma off his wife. Now Posey, Key looked at her sternly. I don't want these yarns at all if there's a bit of fairy story about them. Do you know them to be true? i honestly think so mr moore because i made ethel it was ethel wayne who told me this one cross her heart and hope to never if it wasn't true and ethel is a truthful girl anyway why once she

never mind side shows now if you feel certain you have two stories to tell get on with the others who's next oh you hurry me so Well, then I struck Mary Glenn. She is a very serious thinker, and she wouldn't exaggerate a tiny mite. She wouldn't. And she said she saw something she never had told anybody, not even her mother. And she wouldn't tell me at first, till I told her it was official work I was doing, and that if she didn't tell, I'd set the force on her. You know everybody is quelled at mention of the law, and so she came off her perch and told me. Told you what? Now, repeat it as she said it.

Don't embroider it any. No, sir. Well, she said she saw Alma through that same gap in the hedge, and Alma wasn't angry or anything like that, but she was throwing things into the lake, and the nurse was trying to stop her, but she couldn't.

Alma threw in her string of bow. beads, and then her hat, and then her slippers, and then a book she had with her, and then something else. Mary couldn't see what that was. And all the time the nurse was saying, Now, Miss Alma, oh, please be good, Miss Alma, and like that. So, if Alma Remsen isn't off her head, I don't know who is. You said there were three, Moore said quietly. Go on, please. The last is the strangest of all, Posey said, with a tense calm, quite like Keeley's own. Daisy Dodd told me, and she's a most reliable person.

I'd trust Daisy to tell the truth about anything. Well, she was out in her canoe one afternoon late, you know, about dusk, and she saw Alma come out through that gap in the trees and stand on the edge of the lake. It's awful deep there, and there's quite a high bank. Well, Alma stood on the bank, and all of a sudden she put up her hands and, splash, she dove in. Daisy was scared to death, it was so deep and all, but Alma came right up and swam off a few strokes, and then she swam back to shore and scrambled up the bank, all dripping wet. Had she on a bathing suit?

No, that's just it. She had on her everyday clothes, one of those sports suits she most always wears, and she came out of the water, like a drowned rat, and then stood, looking at herself as if surprised she should have done what she did. Was the nurse on the scene that time? Daisy said she rode on then,

but as she was nearly past, she heard somebody cry out, "'Oh, Miss Alma, what have you been up to?' "'Well, Posey, is that all?' "'Yes, Mr. Moore, and you can depend on it all as being true, at least so far as I know. And I know those girls would never make up those yarns. There'd be no sense in that, would there?'

"'No, I can't see that there would,' Keeley said, speaking absent-mindedly as if his thoughts were on the stories he had just heard posy you're a good girl laura said feeling i was sure that somebody ought to give the girl the applause she had earned but you're going to keep those things secret for us aren't you yes'm i'm going to do just what you and mr moore tell me for i've made up my mind i've found myself and i'm going to make detective work my vocation I think I have a decided talent for it, and I am sure— Well, Posie, Keeley said, suddenly waking up, if you want to be a detective, one of the first things to learn is to keep your mouth shut. Can you do that?

Yes, sir. I've just promised Mrs. Moore not to say a word until you say I may. That's a good girl. Now, if that finishes your report, I'll excuse you for today. I have to act upon your information, you know. You feel sure, don't you, that these episodes happen just as you've narrated them?

Yes, I do. I know those girls, and what they say they saw, they saw. Daisy said she thought Alma was a little lacking, but the others didn't say that. They only thought she had a fierce temper that broke out suddenly, sometimes. Either of those things may be true, but don't think about it. Run off now and play with

your shake, and forget all about this case until you get some further knowledge that is both true and important. But remember, not a word of it to anyone, not anyone at all. See my finger wet, see my finger dry, see my finger cut my throat if I tell a lie, said the girl. in a sing-song tone, and with accompanying dramatic gestures of fearful histrionic fervor. Then she ran away, and we sat and looked at one another. The problem seems to be solved, I said. Seems to be, more returned, and something in his voice gave me a grain of hope. I don't know what it was, it was not really encouragement, but I knew he had a ray of

light from somewhere, and I had to be content with that. You believe all Posy said, don't you, Key? Laura asked. Yes, I do. Those youngsters aren't going to make up such things, and I know that gap in the line of trees. I've often looked in there, but I never had the luck to see any drama enacted.

Why do they have that break when they seem so anxious for utter concealment? Maud inquired. Maybe the servants cut it for convenience in taking in parcels, or to look for their sweethearts, he surmised. Or perhaps it just happened that a couple of trees died and haven't yet been replaced. I say, Gray, why don't you go over to see Alma? I nearly fell off my chair at this,

and my heart bounded at the idea. Then I thought, what it might mean and i said bitterly to spy on her and come home and tell you what i ferret it out i feared you'd say something like that he returned gently but while you can do that or not as you choose i tell you honestly i had only your own interest at heart when i suggested it then i'll go i said heartily knowing key and capable of sincerity. What are you going to give as a reason for calling? Laura asked, smiling kindly at me. The truth, I said, smiling back, and in a few moments I was off. I jumped into a rowboat, a canoe was not such a familiar craft to me as the others, and I rode away to the island house. The dower boat housekeeper met me, and after a mere work

of greeting I hurried up the path to the house. Mary herself answered my ring, and at first she looked stern and unapproachable. Miss Alma is seeing nobody, sir, she informed me. She is lying down just now. Won't you ask her if she couldn't give me a few minutes? I'm not here on business of any sort. I'm just making a social call, and perhaps I can cheer her up. I had unwittingly struck the right note, for Mary smiled a little, though the tears came into her eyes too, and she gave me a long look as she said, "'Sit on the porch, please, sir, and I'll ask Miss Alma.' I sat down, and there, in that strange, eerie stillness, in that quiet, mysterious atmosphere, I vowed my life to Alma Remsen, I consecrated my heart and soul to my darling,

and I determined to save her from this cloud that seemed to hang over her. To be sure, my ideas of this salvation, and indeed of the cloud itself, were a trifle vague, but both mind and soul were full of her and her dearness, and at a light step behind me, I turned to see her coming down toward me across the veranda. all in white her golden curls a little tumbled and her big beautiful eyes a little heavy with trouble and sadness she came her two hands outstretched as if asking my aid i rose slowly as she slowly advanced and it seemed to me that as she traversed those few feet across the porch and as i awaited her we asked and answered all the necessary questions

and when at last i held her two dear hands in mine i drew her nearer into my arms and clasped her to me she made no resistance she did not hold back or repulse me but lay against my breast like a tired child finding haven at last i held her so soothing her a bit and caressing her golden head but saying no word lest i startle her in a moment she lifted her head her eyes gazed into mine and all the woe and sorrow came back into them no dear i said no don't look like that Look happy. Happy, she said, with an awful intonation. Yes, I said, like this, and I kissed her. End of Chapter 17. Chapter 18 of the Deep Lake Mystery by Carolyn Wells.

This Libervox recording is in the public domain. The Deep Lake Mystery by Carolyn Wells. Chapter 18. at last. It was just after I had given Alma that first kiss, and had realized that she was not offended by my daring, that Mary came to the house door, crying out, "'Come, Miss Alma, come quickly!' And with an agonized look, Alma begged me to go at once, and she herself ran into the house. Then John Merrivale came out, and controlling his agitation with an effort, he said,

"'If you please, sir, Miss Remsen asks that you go home now. She cannot see you again, and she will send you some word later on. Tell me, what's the trouble, Mary Vale?' I urged. "'I am a friend of Miss Alma, more than a friend indeed.' I looked at him squarely as man to man, and he gazed back at me,

his face drawn with strong emotion of some sort. If you want to help her, sir, you'll just go quietly away. You can do nothing here. So there was nothing to do but to go, and I started off down the garden path. I looked back at the house as I stepped on the dock, but I saw nobody at any window nor any sign of anybody about. It was all mysterious, terribly so, but I had the remembrance of that moment when I had held Alma close in my arms,

and she had offered no resistance. Surely, some day, the clouds would clear away, and all would be explained. Slowly I rode back to the Moor cottage and pondered as I went. When I reached variable winds, I found the family and Detective March in full conclave. Spread on a table before them

lay a conglomerate collection of small objects, among which I recognized a lot of beads that I had seen alma wear, a pretty finger ring, and several other odd bits of jewelry. Also some scraps of bright-colored silk that I felt intuitively were bits of the Tracy waistcoats. Also a totem pole broken into three pieces. I sat down with the others and prepared to enter the discussion. I want to know all about it, I said. All you know. Don't keep anything back with the idea of sparing my feelings.

I have not had a definite talk with Alma, but I have reason to think she cares for me, and I am content to bide my time. But I propose to do all I can to save her from what I feel sure is a mistaken suspicion of her guilt in the Tracy matter. Very well. said March, looking at me gravely, then please understand that the evidence against Miss Remsen is overwhelming.

You know most of it. You have heard nearly all the details of the case as they have come to light. Now try to realize that the accumulation of all these facts is a mountain of proof that will be hard to move. I have heard it stated, I said calmly, that circumstantial evidence, though seemingly convincing, must never be taken as absolute proof. Keely stared at me as if amazed, but I stood my ground.

You'll have to get a human witness before you can declare a certainty. True enough, Mr. Norris, March agreed, and we have plenty of human evidence. Mr. Ames' story of the quarrel between Miss Remsen and her uncle you have heard. all that time miss remsen declared she would do something desperate if sampson tracy persisted in his determination to tell mrs dallas something that alma wanted kept secret what could that be save the fact of her own defective health or impaired mentality she said mrs dallas already hated her and knowing that would hate her more what other construction can possibly be put on those words then we have jenny's story of miss remsen's behavior the night of mr tracy's death that girl would never invent a story so wildly improbable as the tale of miss remsen jumping from the window into the lake you'll have to admit all march says is true gray keely said to me his fine face drawn with deepest concern and also the stories posy may has told us they bear the stamp of truth and they are all human evidence not merely circumstantial

now i will tell you the conclusion that i have been obliged to arrive at and that is that alma remsen is indeed afflicted not with epilepsy but with a far more serious malady i mean dementia precox this is a terrible statement to make but I am sure it is the only diagnosis that fits the case. As you may or may not know, that condition may be in existence, yet remain unknown and unsuspected by those nearest and dearest to the patient. No, I cried, recoiling from the thought of horrors that this idea conjured up. That lovely girl! You know nothing about the disease, Gray, Keely said patiently. I didn't know much about it myself until I read it up, which I have just done.

It has many forms and phases, but there are some symptoms inseparable from the conditions. For instance, and this is the thing that impressed me from the very first, you remember I said the watch in the water pitcher was the keynote? Well, I had a vague idea, and my recent study has corroborated it, that victims of this dread disease almost invariably throw a watch into a jar or pail of water if they get a chance that is a common peculiarity and all the queer work around tracy's deathbed points unmistakably to a mind disordered by dementia precocks and nothing else epilepsy won't do that's a different disease but the feather duster the flowers the waistcoat business the totem pole and more than all the fatal nail all indicate the same thing now this disease has the strange quality of becoming evident at times and then disappearing so utterly that no one would suspect its presence in the person affected march and i have concluded that alma remsen is a victim of this horrible curse and that her actions are in the person affected

march and i have concluded that alma remsen is a victim of this horrible curse and that her actions are in no way of her own volition during the attacks of the dementia i can't believe it i said after a straight glance into keely's sympathetic eyes but i suppose i must take your word for it however it makes no difference in my love and loyalty to alma but i want to get it the truth now if it is true her doctor must know about it and i can't think dr rogers would have gone off and left her if there was danger of attacks of such a sort that's the way it seemed to me keely said now listen gray and we'll tell you all we have tried to think alma is shielding somebody somebody maybe that is a victim of dementia precocks we thought of the two merry-vails and we considered their daughter dora any of the three are possible you see then owing to some things march noticed when making his search at whistling reeds we had a new suspicion he observed two breakfast trays in the pantry cupboard that had the general effect of being in frequent use and the dining-table was used for two he observed a can of cocoa though he had been told that miss remsen had always coffee for her breakfast he thought the guest-room showed signs of being in use when there was no acknowledged company there indeed he brought that lot of stuff on the table from the guest-room waste-bushed but he brought that lot of stuff on the table from the guest-room waste basket. As you see, there are bits of jewelry and a lot of beads and such odds and ends.

Those are the things a demented person throws away. Also, there are bits of the waistcoats that have been so much talked about. Well, we came to the conclusion that there was another inmate of that house beside Alma Ramzan, some relative or friend she was shielding, or perhaps the nurse of her daughter. Again, it might be a man, say, an unacknowledged brother or cousin, whose very existence had been kept secret. Anyway, there was a very decided mystery to be unraveled at Whistling Reeds. But then Posie May's stories, and Jenny's too, brought it all back to Alma herself, and while we hated to do it, we had to find out. And the surest way was through Dr. Rogers. So I telegraphed him at a dozen or more different places where he might be possibly found,

and one of them hit its mark. Keely drew a telegram from his pocket and passed it over to me. It sounded cryptic, for it ran thus. Yes, a R-victim of D.P. Records in my safe. Lincoln holds key. And so, Mark said Rising, We are just going over to the office of Dr. Rogers to investigate the matter.

You may go or not as you wish. Don't go, Gray, Laura said gently. It is not necessary and will only cause you suffering. Keeley will tell you all when he comes back. You stay here with me. Thank you, Laura, dear, I said. But I must go. I must know every development as it takes place.

I'm a little dazed with this news from the doctor, but I can't help feeling there's a mistake somewhere. It can't be that Alma... I stopped suddenly, for I remembered seeing her on the lake that night and hearing her say afterward that she never went on the lake in the evening. Then, when she had these attacks, she acted without knowledge of what she was doing.

If she had, under these conditions, killed her uncle, she was of course in no way responsible and would not be held so maud and laura looked sorrowfully after us and we three went down the path to the drive and got into keely's car at dr roger's office we found his assistant in charge he had but a few of the doctor's cases to look after and these were the simpler ones serious matters had been placed in the hands of more skilled practitioners and some few important ones we were told were given over to specialists. March showed him the telegram and asked what it meant. Well, said Dr. Greenway, a pleasant-faced young man. I guess I can help you out on that. My orders are to meet the wishes of anyone bringing a telegram couched in that language.

As you have doubtless deduced, he smiled at the detective. It means the key to the safe is hidden. Behind Lincoln's picture, cried Key, before March could speak. Yes, smiled the young man, his eyes following ours to the large engraving of Lincoln on the wall. He stepped up on a chair, turned the frame from the wall a little, and from an envelope pasted on the back of the picture, he extracted a paper. This is the combination, he explained, which is what he means by key. Following the message on the paper, he twirled the dials and soon opened the safe.

I will leave you to your investigations, he said. This must be an important matter, or Dr. Rogers wouldn't have sent that information. Those are his case books. I leave them in your charge. When you are finished with them, I will return and return. close the safe again. I shall be in the next room. He went out and closed the door, and we looked into the safe, wondering what secret it would divulge. So well was everything labeled and indexed, that we had no trouble at all in finding the pages marked Remsen. Keely and March did the research work, I, sitting idly by, but alert to find their findings.

in a moment i saw the utmost surprise and excitement manifest on their faces they read from the same page silently eagerly and then keely lifted his head and with a look of pure joy in his face cried out take heart gray alma is all right my heart almost stopped beating i couldn't speak but my whole soul seemed to go out in great prayer of gratitude that swallowed up all other emotion i did not hasten them or beg for further disclosures i knew they would come in good time at last they gave over reading and turned to look at one another with nods of understanding then keely turned to me and said concisely gray the dementia precox patient is not alma but her sister her twin sister alda this twin did not die as a child but lived afflicted with this terrible disease the mother of the little girl was so overcome with grief and shame that she pretended the child had died and had the little grave made to give to the story. Alda, I said, dully, not quite taking it in. That isn't a name.

It is the name of Alma's twin anyway, March said, grasping me by the shoulder, none too gently. Wake up, man, you have something to live for now. Listen to me. Alma's twin sister is in the house at Whistling Reeds and has been there all the time. while their mother was alive she kept the girls at pleasure dome alma openly and alda secretly no one knew of the sister's existence except the three maryvails and griscombe and mrs fen they were bound to secrecy by sampson tracy and he knew how to command obedience of course tracy and alma knew allman knew all then when alma's mother died she left alda as a safe

trust, and Alma has devoted her life to the afflicted twin. You see, Alda is normal and same the greater part of the time, but she cannot be allowed to know people, for there is no telling when the spasms will come on, and when they do, there is no treatment necessary save to control and soothe her. The merry veils, with Alma, look after that, and much of the time the two girls are together. Now you see the truth of March's deductions that there was another inmate of the Whistling Reed's house, Keely said. Where they kept her, I don't know, but...

Let's go right over there, March suggested. It's only fair to end Miss Alma's misery and suspense as soon as possible. Still dazed and wondering, I watched the others recall Dr. Greenway, and give him back the paper he had produced, and then we went away, back to Keeley's place, and into a boat, and over to whistling reeds, with all possible speed. The glum boatmaster greeted us surlily, as usual, but March paid no attention and made straight for the house. His ring was answered by Mary herself, and she looked very perturbed and anxious.

"'I'm glad you've come, gentlemen,' she said. "'We are in great trouble.' "'It was then that I took the helm. "'As Alma's fiancé, for I so considered myself, "'it was my right and my duty to take matters in charge. "'Mrs. Maryvale,' I said simply, "'we know all about Miss Alda.' She staggered back a step,

and then a look of relief passed over her strong gaunt face. Yes, sir, she said, apparently accustomed to accept the word of her superiors. Then you can advise us, sir. Miss Alda is took very bad. Do you want a doctor? asked March hurriedly. No, sir, a doctor can do nothing, nothing at all. What can we do? keely asked eagerly.

I don't know yet. Perhaps if you'd just wait down here till I see how she is now. Mary! Called a man's voice from upstairs, and she hurried away. I recognized the tones of John Merryvale, and I did not offer to go upstairs with the nurse, knowing she would call us if necessary. I longed to be with Alma, to comfort and care for her. but I could not intrude un-invited.

But after we had waited perhaps a half-hour, Alma came downstairs and out on the porch where we sat. She was composed, but with a new sadness in her eyes and a new droop to her lovely lips. "'I will tell you all,' she said quietly as she sat down opposite to the three of us. since you know of my sister's existence there's no more occasion for secrecy take it easy miss remsen said march with well-meant kindness and keely rose and then went and sat beside her i had an instant's flash of jealousy then realized it was better so this ordeal had to be gone through with and were i near her i should have been unable to resist her

the impulse to clasp her in my arms in spite of the other's presence. Key seemed to give her courage by his sympathy, and she began her story. I am so alone, she prefaced it, that I must tell it all in my own way. It is a strange story, but here are the facts. When my sister and I had scarlet fever, she did not die, but she at that time began to show symptoms of dementia precocks. My mother learned this and knew the inevitable progress and end of the malady, so she declared that her little girl was dead to her and dead to the world,

and should remain so, apparently. She therefore, with the knowledge and permission of Uncle Samson, pretended that the child had died, and ever after kept her hidden from all but the few, servants who knew about it. Uncle Samson was very kind. I learned later that he thought my mother demented also, and that's why he humored her so. But she was not. Dr. Rogers will tell you that. The years went by, and while my mother made a pretense of sorrowing for her dead child, and often visited the little grave, she had great solace in taking care of my twin.

alda and doing everything to make her life happy and pleasant at pleasure dome the grounds and house are so enormous it was not difficult to keep up the pretense and all went well until my mother died as she left alda to me with an injunction to guard her as my life i have tried to do all i could to obey her wishes and i managed beautifully until uncle sampson wanted to marry and bring a wife home there was only one thing to do so we did it i moved over to this secluded spot and lived here keeping alda's existence still a secret the trouble came when uncle sampson determined to tell mrs dallas about alda uncle thought it dishonorable not to tell her and i feared if she knew it the secret would be a secret no longer uncle and i quarreled about this the last time i ever saw him emotion almost overcame alma at this point but she bravely controlled herself and went on i told mary about the quarrel and alda chanced to overhear me you must realize that when she is not in the attacks of dementia she is as same as you or i but she had got it into her head that uncle sampson had offended or injured me and she resolved i've learned from her since that she would avenge that insult never before had she been inclined to homicidal mania never did we think of her as becoming menacing or dangerous dr rogers would not have left her except that he thought she would go right along as she has been for years

a fit of fierce anger now and then or a mad tempest of rage and foolish actions always followed by a period of exhaustion and many days of languor but this time the disease took a new turn and alda went over to pleasure dome taking my key to let herself in like all unbalanced brains hers has a crafty slyness and she is very cunning when she wishes to be she i know now for she has told me read a story about a man who was killed by a nail driven in his head her poor distorted mind showed her poor distorted mind showed her to imitate that act and she took with her a nail and a mallet she did kill uncle sampson as he slept she put all those strange things round about him she threw his watch in the water pitcher she is always throwing things away and then she took all the waistcoats which she coveted for her fancy work the totem pole which she admired and finding his door locked she had locked it herself she stepped up on the window-sill and dived into the lake she is a perfect mermaid in the water she can dive anywhere and swim for any length of time and under any conditions she had thrown out the waistcoats first asked march had she i dare say she was a little lame just then having twisted her ankle a bit but she swam to her canoe got in it and paddled home in safety you didn't miss her while she was absent keely inquired interestedly no indeed she hadn't been out at night lately though at one time she did have the habit

she usually occupies the guest room but when i have friends staying here we keep her in a room in the third story it is a pleasant room but sound-proof and securely barred she was there during the funeral then you knew nothing of the tragedy until next day nothing and even then when mrs fen called up and told me i didn't think of alda i supposed it was heart failure or apoplexy but when i learned of the nail i suspected the truth and later alda told me all she has no regret i mean her sense of right and wrong is so clouded that now that she cannot think clearly. Her mentality has dwindled rapidly of late, and even now, she is sleeping after a sedative, I think she will not recover her mind to the extent of sanity she has shown of late. I'm not sure I am telling you this so you can understand it, but I am so stunned, so dazed, to think the time has come to tell it, that I want only to tell it truthfully and all at once.

I don't want to have to go over it again. Maryvale appeared in the doorway. Miss Alma, she said gravely and in solemn tone. Miss Alda is going. Alma rose, not hastily, but with a swift dignity, and turning to me, said, Come with me, Gray. It was like a chrism.

I felt sanctified to be chosen to stand at her side in this supreme moment. The others followed us, but I did not know it then. Alma and I went up the stairs together, and she turned toward the guest room. There on the bed lay the counterpart of my own darling. I knew now that it was Alda whom I had seen that night in the canoe. It was Alda whom Posi May and her friends had seen in tantrums.

with the nurse. It was Alda who, poor, demented, irresponsible child, had killed Samson Tracy in blind imitation of the story she had read about the nail. She was beautiful, even as Alma was beautiful, but the light in her eyes was not the light of reason, rather the weird light of visions seemed by a deficient mentality. But even as we looked, the restless eyes closed. The restless body subsided into stillness, and a coma set in, from which Alda Remsen never awakened. We sent for a doctor, but there was nothing to be done, and though she lingered for two days, the spirit was at last set free. Alda was released, and Alma's long and ghastly term of servitude was over.

It has ever since been my pleasure and duty to her. bring only sunshine into that life that knew no real sunshine for many long years. Alma felt she never wanted to see Pleasuredome again, so the place was sold and we traveled in many lands, returning at last to found a home far removed from any memories of painful association. The Moors are still our dearest friends, and the Merivails are staunch henchmen and caretakers, while alma and i sufficient to one another take for our motto all for love and the world well lost the end end of the deep lake mystery by caroline wells