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Episode Date: October 27, 2022Officer 666 by Barton Wood Currie audiobook. Genre: comedy In this brisk early-1900s farce by Barton Wood Currie (with Augustin McHugh), New York society becomes a stage for the boldest kind of amate...ur heroics. Travers Gladwin, restless heir to a fortune and tired of being treated like a decorative idler, discovers that a celebrated art burglar has set his sights on the Gladwin home and its prized paintings. Instead of quietly alerting the authorities, Travers grabs a borrowed police uniform and decides to meet the criminal on his own terms - as the mysterious Officer 666. The plan might have worked, too, if the thief had not arrived with a scheme of his own: impersonating Travers Gladwin himself. Soon the mansion is crowded with mismatched identities, suspicious servants, genuine detectives, and social guests who have no idea whether they are flirting with a millionaire, a crook, or a cop. At the center of the chaos is Helen Burton, whose quick intelligence and steady nerve make her far more than a bystander as the night spirals into a high-society cat-and-mouse game. Packed with witty dialogue, romantic sparks, and escalating misunderstandings, Officer 666 turns a simple burglary into a runaway comedy of manners and masks. For ad-free listening try our premium subscription Chapters (Approximate) (00:00:00) Chapter 01 (00:09:36) Chapter 02 (00:18:41) Chapter 03 (00:30:04) Chapter 04 (00:37:30) Chapter 05 (00:45:42) Chapter 06 (00:55:41) Chapter 07 (01:04:46) Chapter 08 (01:14:43) Chapter 09 (01:23:12) Chapter 10 (01:28:38) Chapter 11 (01:41:56) Chapter 12 (01:47:49) Chapter 13 (01:58:14) Chapter 14 (02:09:48) Chapter 15 (02:18:56) Chapter 16 (02:25:04) Chapter 17 (02:35:03) Chapter 18 (02:45:04) Chapter 19 (02:54:10) Chapter 20 (03:08:23) Chapter 21 (03:19:02) Chapter 22 (03:33:08) Chapter 23 (03:43:10) Chapter 24 (04:00:56) Chapter 25 (04:14:28) Chapter 26 (04:31:27) Chapter 27 (04:43:32) Chapter 28 (04:51:22) Chapter 29 (05:06:09) Chapter 30 (05:14:04) Chapter 31 (05:25:32) Chapter 32 (05:37:34) Chapter 33 (05:46:42) Chapter 34 (05:58:37) Chapter 35 (06:15:27) Chapter 36 (06:26:41) Chapter 37 (06:39:25) Chapter 38 (06:50:25) Chapter 39 (07:03:47) Chapter 40 (07:15:28) Chapter 41 (07:24:33) Chapter 42 (07:34:59) Chapter 43 (07:44:32) Chapter 44 Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices
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officer six sixty six by barton w curry and augustine mckew chapter one a grapefruit prelude splash the grapefruit hit her in the eye
splash his psychic wave was dashed to smithereens oh oh the two girls screamed in unison damn the young man sitting near ejaculated
for ten minutes there in the oak room of the ritz carleton he had been hurling across the narrow intervening space this mental command to the girl facing him look here look at me let me see your eyes look here
for half that time she had been conscious of his insistent gaze and his message but with as much will-power as he himself displayed she bent her head over her plate and sent back along his telepathic transmissions this reply
i won't i won't but she was weakening sadie she said to her companion i do awfully want to look up i want to see who is looking at me so fiercely
i can just feel it all through me of course it wouldn't be proper would it well that all depends on who is looking at you dear doesn't it if it were some horrid old man no he's no he's it
It doesn't feel a bit like that, Sadie.
I don't know just how to explain it.
Really, it isn't unpleasant at all.
Why, Helen, and you engaged and going to a lowā
Hush, Sadie, you mustn't say that in here.
Somebody mightā
But I positively cannot keep my eyes down another moment.
I'māthen, splash!
A vicious little jab of the spoon, and there followed a disastrous
geyser, a grapefruit geyser.
With a smothered little cry of pain,
Helen's eyes shut tight,
and she groped for her napkin.
And to make a good job of it,
the fates dragged in at that moment,
Helen's guardian aunt,
the tall and statuesque,
Mrs. Elvira Burton of Omaha, Nebraska.
The young man who had failed so signally
in what was perhaps his maiden effort at hypnotism,
viciously seized all the change the waiter proffered on the little silver tray,
flung it back with a snarl, got up and stamped out of the room.
He was a mighty good-looking chap, smartly attired,
and if you care for details, he wore a heliotrope scarf
in which there gleamed a superb black pearl,
for which he had paid a superb price.
Can you beat it? he muttered as he climbed the stairs to the lobby,
and mingled with the throng that stood about in stiff groups idly chattering and looking as if they bored one another to the verge of desperation can you beat it he exclaimed again fairly biting off the words
so vehemently occupied was he with his chagrin and annoyance that he stamped heavily upon the pet corn of a retired rear admiral
rudely bumped a romanian duchess kicked the pink poodle of a famous prima donna and brought up with a thud against the heroic brawn and muscle of a house detective who stood as solidly in the middle of the lobby as if he had taken root somewhere down in the foundations
can i beat what asked the house detective frigidly my but he was an angry young man and he fairly snarled at the magnificent individual he had collided with
beat a drum beat an egg beat around the bush go as far as you like beat your grandmother if you prefer the granite-faced house detective was not used to that sort of treatment furthermore it distinctly galled him to be asked him to be asked him to be
asked to beat his grandmother, whom he recalled as an estimable old lady, who made an odd noise when she ate soup, owing to an absence of teeth.
"'What's that you said about my grandmother?' he said, bridling.
"'Bother your grandmother,' shot back the insolent retort, whereat the lordly house detective plucked the young man by the arm.
"'Staggerin and loony talk, don't go in the ritz,' he said under his room.
breath. You've been having too much.
Preposterous, exclaimed the young man,
vainly endeavoring to shake his arm free.
Are you a guest of the house? demanded the immaculately garbed
minion of the writs. I am, so kindly remove the pair of
pinchers you're crushing my arm with. What's your name?
I don't know. That is, I've forgotten.
Now I know you need looking after.
Come over here to the desk.
The house detective had manifested no more outward passion than a block of ice,
and so adroit was he in marching the young man to the desk
that not an eye in the lobby was attracted to the little scene.
The young man was at first inclined to make a fuss about it
and demand an abject apology for this untoward treatment.
The absurdity of his predicament, however,
stirred his sense of humor, and he was meekly docile, when his captor arraigned him at the desk
and addressed one of the clerks.
"'Do you know this young man, Mr. Horton?'
"'Why, yes, Reagan. This is Mr. Smith. Why?'
"'That's it, Smith,' cried the young man.
"'How could I ever forget that name?
Thomas Smith, isn't it, Mr. Horton? Or is it James?'
thomas of course at least that's the way you registered mr smith thomas smith and valet the clerk's eyebrows started straight up his head
thomas smith exactly now are you satisfied mr house detective or do you want to go up and examine my luggage having convinced you that i am a registered guest how would you like to have me walk a chalk line and convince you that i am sober
the house detective froze up tighter than ever pivoted on his heel and walked majestically away what is the trouble mr smith asked the clerk deferentially
for he was a better student of exteriors than John Reagan,
twenty years a precinct detective,
and retired to take up the haughtier role of plain clothesmen
in this most fastidious of metropolitan hostelries.
No trouble at all, old chap, laughed the young man.
I lost my little Capri,
and then by accident I discovered a stray member of the herd
belonging to yonder Ajax.
Someday he's going to take him.
turn into solid marble from the dome down when you will have a most extraordinary piece of statuary on your hands by the way have there been any telephone messages for me i am expecting a very important one
i will see mr smith said the clerk briskly and began searching through the pigeonholes yes mr whitney barnes called up left word he would call up again at too sharp
will you be in your room sir do you think i'll be safe in my room asked the young man solemnly safe exclaimed the clerk why what do you mean sir
oh nothing only sir ivory ajax seems suspicious of me and might take it into his head to come up and see if i hadn't murdered my valet that's all i'm going to my room now to wait for mr barnes
telephone call. Kindly be sure that he is connected with my room. There is something strange about
that young fellow, murmured the clerk as he watched the object of suspicion vanish into the lift.
Though, if he is a friend of Whitney Barnes, the clerk added after a pause, he ought to be all right.
I think I'll look him up in the social register. Which he did without enlightenment.
End of Chapter 1.
Recording by Roger Maline.
Chapter 2 of Officer 666.
This Libervox recording is in the public domain.
Recording by Roger Maline.
Officer 666 by Barton W. Curry and Augustine McHugh.
Chapter 2. Mr. Hogg enters the lists.
Having arrived in the grill room of the Ritz,
coincident with a devastating eruption of grapefruit,
Mrs. Elvira Burton set out forthwith
to demonstrate that her unexpected advent
was likewise somewhat in the nature of a lemon.
Even her smile was acid
as she spread out her rich sable furs
and sat down at the table with her two pretty nieces.
I have just received a letter from Mr. Hogg, Helen,
she began with a rush,
regardless of the anguish that was still evident
and Helen's lovely grapefruit-be-spattered eyes.
A twinge of something more than mere physical pain
twisted the young girl's features at the mention of the name, Hog.
Oh, Auntie, she almost sobbed.
Can't you leave Mr. Hogg out of my luncheon?
We had him last night for dinner and again this morning for breakfast.
Helen! exclaimed Mrs. Burton, in accents of bitter reproach.
I just won't have him.
him for luncheon and with all this grapefruit in my eye, insisted Helen hotly.
It must hurt terribly, sympathized Mrs. Burton's other pretty charge, then twisted her head
and looked behind her.
"'What are you looking at, Sadie?' demanded Mrs. Burton suspiciously.
Sadie turned with a start and blushed furiously.
She started to stammer a reply when the less timid cousin came to her rescue.
Some ridiculous man was trying to flirt with us, and we were both awfully nervous.
I suppose Sadie looked to see if you had frightened him off.
The blushing Sadie was amazed at her cousin's resourcefulness,
and stole a glance from under the curling fuzz of her golden bang
to note the effect produced upon her August guardian and aunt.
Mrs. Burton groped in her mind for some subtlety that might have been contained in her niece's remark,
failed at any plausible solution, and then almost vindictively returned to her original line of attack.
Helen Burton, I must insist that you listen to me.
I have broken an engagement for the matinee with my friend, Mrs. Hobbs-Smathers of Chicago,
for the express purpose of communicating to you the contents of Mr. Hogg's letter.
He informs me, Helen, that you are treating him scandalously, that you do not pay the
the slightest attention to his letters or even answer his telegrams.
Did he say he was getting thin? That would be charming, teased the incorrigible Helen.
Mrs. Burton gasped, and the color surged into her cheeks in two flaming danger signals.
The glance, he turned upon the mischievously laughing eyes of her niece
was intended to annihilate every vestige of frivolity.
Her ample bosom struggled in its purple velvet casement.
Sadie Burton actually shook in her tiny boots
as she pictured her aunt in one of her hysterical outbursts
right there in the midst of a host of strangers
who seemed to the unsophisticated miss from Omaha
to represent the very cream of New York society.
Even Helen was sobered by the gathering storm warnings.
The smile left to be a very cream of New York society.
her curving red lips and the dimples vanished. All that lingered of her playful humor
showed in the impish lights that danced in her expressive eyes. But she was spared the storm. A tiny
page, resplendent with myriad buttons, appeared in the entrance of the oak room and
list the name, "'Mith Helen Berthin!' He bore in his arms a bouquet of magnificent orchids.
Every eye in the room focused upon the tiny flower-bearer, among them the wrathful pair of Mrs. Elvira Burton.
Myth Helen Berthin!
The rage of the older woman had somewhat cooled.
She managed to nod her head haughtily to the boy.
He came forward briskly with his precious burden of blooms and laid them on the table,
then right about faced with military precision.
and marched away.
Now it was Helen Burton's turn to blush,
and her agitation was as pretty to see
as anything those who continued to stare in her direction
had ever witnessed.
Her dimples were positive hollows
from which her blushes seemed to fountain.
She did not reach for the bouquet, though,
because her hand trembled so,
and there was actual fear in her eyes,
as she shrank back in her seat and regarded her aunt.
mrs burton was not loathed to seize upon any leverage that might give her sway over her rebellious niece with a smile that was unequivocally malicious she slowly raised the bunch of orchids and turned them over
the bouquet was tied with a delicate mauve satin ribbon that perfectly matched the gown worn by her niece mrs burton looked at the ribbon and then at helen's dress there was actually actually a little bit of a gown worn by her niece mrs burton looked at the ribbon and then at helen's dress
There was accusation in the glance.
Her eyes studied the orchids.
They were of a peculiar rich golden brown,
matching the splendor of Miss Burton's hair.
There was conviction in the second glance.
She turned the bouquet over several times, looking for a card.
There was none.
Now here was a mystery.
Could Miss Helen explain?
Mrs. Burton inhaled a deep breath, then said with exaggerated sweetness,
"'Helen, dear, who could have sent you these beautiful flowers?
They are positively superb. He must certainly be an artist.'
Great as was her first panic, the young girl quickly rallied to her own defense.
She had only waited to be sure there was no card, no incriminating mark of identification.
She leaned forward on her elbows, sighed rapturously, and exclaimed,
"'Aren't they exquisite, Aunt Elle?'
"'I asked you, Helen, dear, who could have sent them?'
There was something distinctly feline in the purring tones, as the question was repeated.
"'Why, isn't there any card, Aunt Elle?' fenced the girl.
"'Come, come, my dear, why keep me in suspense,
you can see there is no card can it be one of the young men we met at the granger's last night i hardly think so for it is execrably bad form to send flowers to a public dining-room by a page in buttons
helen shook her head and assumed an air of great perplexity she stole a glance across the table at sadie but that shy little cousin seemed on the verge of tears
mrs burton intercepted the wireless appeal and shifted her cross-questioning to sadie she was determined to unravel the mystery she read sadie's panic as a symptom of guilty knowledge
but sadie was loyal to the cousin and chum she adored and proved surprisingly game under fire indeed she succeeded in breaking down her aunt's cross-examination and bringing the inquest to re-rembuds to re-rembuds to re-examination and bringing the inquest to
ruins by suddenly clapping her hands and blurting,
Maybe Mr. Hogg sent them by telegraph.
The outrageous absurdity of the statement gave it cataclysmic force.
Helen embraced Sadie with her eyes, and then added her own broadside.
That really was splendid of him, Auntie L.
Now you can tell me all about his letter.
I will reserve that until later, said Mrs. Burton, icily.
If you have finished your lunch in Helen, please pay the check, and we shall go.
End of Chapter 2. Recording by Roger Maline.
Chapter 3 of Officer 666.
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Recording by Roger Maline.
Officer 666 by Barton W. Curry and Augustin McHugh.
Chapter 3. Whitney Barnes under 5.
Joshua Barnes, sometimes referred to in the daily press as Old Grimm Barnes, the mustard millionaire, turned suddenly upon his son and pinioned him.
Why don't you get married?
That's just it, Peter.
Why don't I?
replied the young man, blandly.
Well, why don't you then?
Stormed Joshua Barnes, banging his fist down upon the mahogany table.
It's time you did.
another bang lifted the red-headed office boy in the next room clear out of deep-blood gulch just as derringer dick was rescuing the beautiful damsel from the apaches even miss featherington dropped the mystery of the purple room on the floor and made a wild onslaught on the keys of her typewriter
whitney barnes smiled benevolently upon his parent and nonchalantly lighted a cigarette as i've said before he parried easily between the puffing of smoke rings i haven't found the girl
dod brought the girl started joshua barnes then stopped now you know my dear father that i couldn't treat my wife like that the trouble with you pater is that you reason from false premises
nothing of the sort choked out barn senior you know well enough what i mean young man you have any number of-of well eligible young ladies to choose from you go everywhere and meet everybody and you spend my money like water
somebody has got to spend it spoke up the sole heir to the mustard millions cheerfully i'll tell you what i'll do pater you'll do peter you see
stop making it, and I'll stop spending it. That's a bargain. It'll be a great lark for us both.
It keeps me awake nights figuring out how I'm going to spend it, and it keeps you awake
nights puzzling over how you can make it, or, that is, make more of it.
Stop, thundered Joshua Barnes. For once in my life, Whitney Barnes, I am going to have a serious
talk with you. If your poor mother had only lived, all this would
wouldn't have been necessary. She'd have had you married off, and there'd be a house full of
grandchildren by this time, andā' "'Just a moment, Peter. Did triplets or that sort of thing
ever run in our family?' "'Certainly not. What are you driving at?'
"'Nothing, nothing, my father. Only I was just wondering. We have a pretty big house, you know.'
For a moment, Joshua Barnes seemed on the verge of apoplexy.
but he came around quickly and moreover with a twinkle in his eye even a life devoted to mustard had its brighter side and old grim barnes was not entirely devoid of a sense of humor he was his grim old self again however when he resumed
again i insist that you be serious i intend that you shall be married within a year otherwise i will put you to work on a salary of ten dollars a week and compel you to live on it
if you persist in refusing to interest yourself in my business the business that my grandfather founded and that my father and i built up you can at least settle down and lead a respectable married life
to be candid with you whitney and joshua barnes's big voice suddenly softened i want to see some little grandchildren round me before i die i have some pride of blood my boy and i want to see our name perpetuated
you have frivoled enough whitney you are twenty-four i can honestly thank god that you've been nothing more than a fool you are not vicious
thanks awfully pater being nothing more than a fool i suppose it is up to me to get married very well then i will give me your hand dad it's a bargain
whitney barnes tossed away his cigarette and grasped his father's hands in both of his he had become intensely serious there was a depth of affection in that hand clasp that neither father nor son permitted to show above the surface
yet both felt it keenly within picking up his hat and stick the tall slim graceful young man said you have no further commands on the subject dad do you want to pick the girl or will you leave it to the taste and sometimes good judgment of a fool
haven't you any one in mind son asked joshua barnes anxiously absolutely not one pater you see the trouble is the trouble is
is that I can't ever seem to get real chummy with a girl, but what her mother has to come
and camp on my trail and scare me into fits. You haven't the least idea what a catch your son is,
Joshua Barnes. Why, a mother-in-law looks to me like something in petticoats that comes
creeping up with a cat-like thread, carrying in one hand a net and in the other a bail-hook.
I can't sit out two dances with a debutante before this nightmare is looking over my
shoulder, grinning like a gargoyle, and counting up the number of millions you are going
to leave me."
"'Oh, bosh!' ejaculated Joshua Barnes.
"'It's all on your fool imagination.
"'Grow up and be a man, Whitney.
You have given me your word, and I expect you to make good.
And, by the way, son, there is my old friend Charlie Colker's girl, just out of college.
I hear she's a stunner.'
Mary Colker is a stunner, Dad, and then a trifle.
But I regret to say that she is too fresh from the cloistered halls of learning.
You see, I have been out of college three years
and have managed to forget such a jolly lot that I really couldn't talk to her.
She'd want me to make love in Latin and correspond in Greek.
Worse than that, she understands Browning.
No, poor Mary will have to marry her.
marry a prescription clerk or a florist or something else out of the classics.
But don't lose heart, Peter. I may be engaged before night.
Bye-bye. It was a vastly more solemn Whitney Barnes who strolled out of the office of the
mustard magnate and dragged his feet through the ante-room where sat Marietta Featherington and
Teddy O'Toole. The comely Miss Featherington could scarcely believe what she saw from under her
jutting puffs this good-looking dandified young man with his perpetual smile and sparkling gray eyes had long been her conception of all that was noble and cultured and aristocratic
he was her viscount reginald vere to veer speaking to her as from between yellow paper covers he was her prince incognito who fell in love with lily the lovely laundress he had threaded the mazes of more than
one of her palpitating dreams, and in her innermost heart of hearts she had cherished the
fond belief that one day their orbs would meet and their souls would rush together in such a
head-on collision as is sometimes referred to as love at first sight. But in Miss Featherington's
hero worship, gloom had no part. Her ideals never ceased to smile, whether they slew or caressed,
and perpetually they carried themselves with a jaunty swing or a dashing stride.
The fact that there had been storm mutterings within the awful cave of old grim barns
had never before had a depressing effect upon her hero.
He had always sallied forth with airy tread, humming a tune or laughing with his eyes.
What could have happened at this fateful meeting?
Perhaps he had been disinherited.
rapture of raptures he had confessed his love for some howling beauty of humble station had been cut off with the inevitable shilling and was now going forth to earn his bread
marietta featherington's heart came up and throbbed in her throat as whitney barnes suddenly wheeled and confronted her leaning back upon his cane he looked at her very very solemnly miss featheringham
he pronounced slowly i wish to ask you a question may i marietta was sure that her puffs were on fire so fierce was the heat that blazed under her fair skin
she concentrated all her mental forces in an effort to summon an elegant reply but all she could get out was a stifled sure thing
thank you miss featherington said the young man my question is this do you believe in soul-mates that is do you judging from what you have observed and any experience you may have had believe that true love is controlled by the hand of fate
or that you yourself can take hold and guide your own footsteps in affairs of the heart teddy o'toole had crammed deep-blood gulch into his hip pocket and was grinning from ear to ear
miss featherington was positive that her puffs were all ablaze she could almost smell them burning she looked down and she looked up and she drew a long desperate sigh
i believe in fate she said with emotion that would have done honour to sarah bernhardt thank you miss featherington said whitney barnes with profound respect then turned on his heel and went out into the corridor of the great office building
unconsciously he had dealt a ruthless blow and there is not a scintilla of doubt but that he was responsible for the box on the ears that made teddy o'toole's head ring for the remainder of the day and thereby took all the flavor from the thrills he had found in deep-blood gulch
End of Chapter 3.
Recording by Roger Maline.
Chapter 4 of Officer 666.
This Librevox recording is in the public domain.
Recording by Roger Maline.
Officer 666 by Barton W. Curry and Augustine McHugh.
Chapter 4.
Smiles and Tears
There is no use in your arguing, Sadie.
I love him and I have given him my promise.
The two cousins were alone again speeding up Fifth Avenue in an automobile,
a long-bodied foreign car that had been put at the disposal of Mrs. Burton
by the New York agent of Mr. Hogg.
The Omaha suitor for the hand of the Fair Helen
had also thrown in a red-headed French chauffeur,
which is traveling a bit in the matter of chauffeurs.
But as he understood only office,
automobile English, it was a delightful arrangement for Helen and Sadie, and permitted them
absolute freedom of speech while riding behind him.
"'If I had only known him longer, or had been introduced to him differently,' sighed Sadie.
"'But haven't I known all about him for years?' protested Helen Burton.
"'Of course, we were only schoolgirls when he made that wonderful rescue at Narragansett Pier.
don't you remember how we rushed down to the beach to see him but got there just too late he had gone out to his yacht or something oh it was just splendid sadie
and he is so wonderfully modest about it why when i reminded him of his heroism he pretended to have forgotten all about it just imagine mr hogg forgetting a thing like that do you know what jabez hog would do under simile
circumstances, Sadie Burton?
Well, I'll tell you, he'd hire the biggest hall in Omaha, and reproduce the whole thing with
moving pitchers as an advertisement for his beef canneries.
The young girl had worked herself into a passion and was making savage little gestures
with her clenched fists.
But what I can't understand, Helen, dear, is why a man like Travers Gladwin should make
such a mystery of himself and try to avoid introducing you to his friends.
I am sure, persisted Sadie, despite the gathering anger in her companion's eyes,
that Aunt Elvira would not object to him. You know she is just crazy to break into the swim
here in New York, and the Gladwins are the very best of people. I think it wouldn't take
much to urge her even to throw over Mr. Hogg for Gladwin, if you'd only let her take charge.
of the wedding.
Nothing of the sort,
denied Helen hotly.
Aunt Elvira is bound
on her solemn word of honor to Mr.
Hogg. She will fight
for him to the last ditch,
though she knows I hate him.
Don't you think, Helen,
said the younger girl, more soberly,
that you are simply trying to make yourself
look at it that way?
I know Mr. Hogg isn't a pretty man,
and he has an awful name,
but...
There is no doubt about it, Sadie Burton.
I have given my word to Travers Gladwin,
and I am going to elope with him tonight.
I packed my trunk this morning
and gave the porter ten dollars
to take it secretly to the Grand Central Station.
Travers told me just how to arrange it.
Oh, there's his house now, Sadie.
The big white one on the corner.
It just thrills me to go buy it.
on our way back from riverside drive we must stop there i must leave word that auntie insists on our going to the opera and that i won't be able to get to him at the time we agreed
oh i do wish something would turn up and prevent it cried sadie almost in tears you horrid little thing retorted helen it is dreadful of you to talk like that when you know how much i care for him
"'It isn't that I don't think you care for him,' returned Sadie with trembling lip.
"'It's something inside of me that warns me.
"'All this secrecy frightens me.
"'I can't understand why a man of Travers Gladwin's wealth and social position
"'would want to do such a thing.'
"'But we both have tried to tell you,' insisted Helen,
"'that there is an important business reason for it.'
"'He didn't tell what that reason was.
persisted the tearfully stubborn cousin you admitted he didn't give you any definite reason at all helen burton stamped her foot and bit her lip
by this time the big touring car was gliding through the east drive of central park with the swift noiseless motion that denotes the highest development of the modern motor vehicle fully a mile of the curving roadway had slid under the wheels of the car before helen resumed the car
conversation with the sudden outburst.
You don't doubt for an instant, Sadie, that he is a gentleman.
Sadie made no reply.
His knowledge of painting and art is simply wonderful.
At that art sale, where we met, he knew every painting at a glance.
He didn't even have to look for the signatures.
You know, if it hadn't been for him, I would have bought that awful imitation Fragonard,
and just thrown away two months of my allowance.
Sadie Burton, he is the cleverest man I ever met.
He has traveled everywhere and knows everything,
and I love him, I love him, I love him!
In proof of which the charming young woman burst into tears
and took refuge in her vast muff.
This sentimental explosion was too much for tender-hearted Sadie.
She gave way completely
and swore not to breathe another word
in opposition to the elopement.
And as she felt her beloved cousin's body
shaken with sobs,
she forced herself to go into ecstasies
over Travers Gladwin's manly beauty
and godlike intellect.
In her haste to soothe,
she went to extravagant lengths
and cried,
And he must have looked heavenly
in his bathing suit
when he made that wonderful rescue.
down fell Helen's muff with as much of a crash as a muff could make,
and she turned upon her companion the most profoundly shocked expression of a bride about to be.
Sadie! she reproved stiffly.
You have gone far enough!
Whereupon it was Sadie's turn to seek the sanctuary of tears.
End of Chapter 4.
Recording by Roger Maline.
Chapter 5 of Officer 666
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Recording by Roger Maline
Officer 666 by Barton W. Curry and Augustine McHugh.
Chapter 5. Whitney Barnes Telephones to the Ritz
Glancing up into the solemn face of an unusually good-looking young man
who wore his silk hat at a jaunty angle, and whose every detail of attire, suggested that he was of
that singularly blessed class, who toil not, neither do they spin.
Miss Mamie McCorkel, public telephone operator in the tallest but one skyscraper below the Fulton Street
deadline, expected to be asked to look up some number in the telephone book and be generously
rewarded for the trifling exertion.
it wasn't any wonder then that she broke the connections of two captains of industry and one get-rich-rich-quick millionaire when this was what she got
suppose my dear young lady that you had a premonition a hunch i might say that you were destined this current day of the calendar week to meet your kismet and pett petticoats wouldn't it make you feel a bit hollow inside and justify you in taking your first drain
before your customary hour for absorbing the same usually a live wire at repartee mamie mary mccorkel was stumped
with the captain of industry swearing in each ear and the get-rich quick millionaire trying to break in with his more artistic specialties in profanity she was for a moment frozen into silence
when she did come to the surface she set the captains of industry down where they belonged retorted upon the get-rich quick millionaire that he was no gentleman and she hoped he would inform the manager she said so and then raised her eyebrows at the
interrogator who leaned against her desk.
If that's an invitation to lunch,
No, I'm already dated, she said.
If you're trying to kid me, ring off, the line is busy.
All of which, said the young man, in the same slow, sober voice,
is sage counsel for the frivolous?
I am not.
As you look like a very sensible young woman,
I put a sensible question to you.
perhaps my language was vague what i meant to convey was do you think i would be justified in taking a drink at this early hour of the day to brace me for the ordeal of falling in love with an unknown affinity
if your language is personal replied miss mccorkel with a sarcastic laugh my advice is to take six drinks i am in love with a chauffeur
good said the young man brightly and may i ask if it was a sudden or a swift affair swift snapped miss mccorkel
he ran over my stepmother then brought her home i let him in we were engaged next day here's the ring one and one-half carrots white now what number do you want
a thousand thanks get me the rich carleton please and don't break this ten-dollar bill i hate change it spoils the set of one's pockets
as whitney barnes squeezed himself into the booth miss mccorkel squinted one eye at the crisp bill he had laid before her and smiled there's more than one way she thought of being asked not to listen to dove talk and i like this man
at best. The shrewd hello girl, however, had erred in the case of Whitney Barnes, for this
is the way his end of the conversation in Booth No. 7 ran.
This the Ritz? Yes, kindly connect me with Mr. Smith.
What Smith? Newest one you got? Forget the first name.
Thomas Smith, you say? Well, give me Tom.
hello there trav that is tom or do you prefer thomas what's that came in by way of boston on a cunarder what's all the row read you were in egypt doing the pyramids
can't explain over the wire eh suppose it isn't a divorce case they're beastly ought to know you better than that
Say, what's the matter with your little Angora?
Be serious. It's no joking matter.
Well, if it wasn't serious, how could I joke about it?
You can't joke about a joke.
I'm a fool.
I wonder where I heard that before.
Oh, yes, a few minutes ago.
My paternal parents said the same thing.
Can I meet you at your house?
Where is it?
I ought to know.
i don't see why you keep building it over all the time and then go away and leave it for two years at a stretch then when you do come home you go and live under the-
cut that out my glory but there is a mystery here certainly i don't want to spoil everything have i an engagement i should say i have just you call up joshua barnes and ask for
the dope on it. A whole flock of engagements bunched into one large contract, the biggest I ever
tackled. No, I guess it won't prevent me from meeting you. Not unless I happen to see her on the way
uptown. Blessed if I know her any more than you. Wish I did, but whoever she is, she's got to be
pretty awful, horrible nice. Have I been drinking? No, but you better have one ready for me.
seen any of the chaps at the club what's that you gave it a wide berth this is beginning to sound like a detective novel or a breach of promise case
you don't tell me really i'd never look at myself in that light before sure i'm stuck on myself head over heels in love with myself i'm a classy little party i am and you better make
the best of me while I'm here. Where am I going? Nowhere in particular. Just going to merge my
individuality, bite a chunk out of an apple and get kicked out of the Garden of Eden. Now you're
sure I'm piffled. No such luck. Trave, that is, Mr. Smith, Mr. Thomas Smith, shall I ask for
Smith when I drop up at that little marble palace of yours?
No.
Oh, Badiato will be there if you happen to be delayed.
How is the little son of Nippon?
Oh, that's good.
Five sharp.
Tata, smitty, old chap.
By Jove, he's rung off with a curse.
End of Chapter 5.
Recording by Roger Maline.
Chapter 6 of Officer 6.
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Recording by Roger Maline.
Officer 666 by Barton W. Curry and Augustin McHugh.
Chapter 6. Officer 666 on patrol.
Michael Phelan had been two years on the force and considered himself a very fly young man.
He had lost something of his romantic outline.
during the sixth months he pounded the Third Avenue Pave,
past two breweries and four saloons to a block,
and it was at his own request,
made through his mother's second cousin,
district leader McNaught,
that he had been provided with a saloonless beet on Fifth Avenue.
A certain blue-eyed, raven-haired nursemaid,
who fed a tiny millionaire with a solid gold spoon
and trundled an imported perambulator
along the East Walk of Central Park,
may have had something to do with patrolman Phelan's choice of beet,
but he failed to mention the fact to his mother.
He laid it all on the breweries and the temptations they offered.
Humble, as was Michael Phelan's station on the force,
he was already famous from the wooded wastes of Staten Island
to the wilds of the Bronx.
Even the graven-featured chief inspector permitted himself to smile
when the name of Michael Phelan was mentioned.
He was a fresh, rosy-cheeked, greener-than-grass, probationary cop,
when fame came to him all in one clap
and awoke a thunderous roll of laughter throughout the city.
It was his first detail in the Lower East Side
in the precinct commanded from the Eldridge Street Station.
The time was July, and the day was a broiler.
He was sitting in the reserve room playing dominoes,
with the doorman, and mopping his forehead with a green bandana when the captain sent for him.
"'Faelin,' said the captain shortly.
"'There's a lady dead without a doctor at 311 Essex Street, three flights up, rear.
They've told the coroner's office, but all the coroners are busy.
The corpse is a lone widow lady with no kin, so you go up and take charge and wait for the coroner.
officer six sixty six tipped his cap with military salute and set out turning the corner into essex street he met plainclothesman tim phiney who stopped him and asked him where he was bound michael phelan explained and then said
tim if you don't mind will you give me a tip what do i do when i get up to that flat and how long will i have to wait you'll have to wait you'll have to wait mike replied
replied Tim Feeney, till the coroner gets good and ready to come.
When you get to the flat, don't knock. Walk right in.
Then sit down by the bed and wait.
Be sure you keep the door shut and let no soul in till the coroner arrives.
It'll be powerful hot and I'm perishing a thirst now, said Mike.
Take off your coat, said Tim, and send a kid for a can of beer.
when you hear the coroner coming slip the can under the bed tim feney went on his way with his hand over his mouth patrolman phelan had missed the twinkle in tim fennie's eye
and a few minutes later found him sitting beside a bed with his coat off and a foaming can on the floor by his chair on his way up the steep narrow staircases he had met a boy and sent him for the liquid refreshment
he had instructed the lad where to deliver the beer and had gone quietly in to his unpleasant vigil the door he opened led directly into the bedroom he had glanced once at the bed and then looked away with a shudder
perspiration fairly cascaded down his flaming cheeks as he tiptoed to a chair and placed it beside the bed he placed his chair at a slight angle away from the bed and then fixed his eyes on the eye
opposite wall. When he heard the tread of the boy in the hall, he made a pussy-footed dash for the
door, took in the growler, shut the boy out, and buried his face in the froth. He was in better
heart, but still mighty uneasy when he wiped his mouth in the back of his fist. Somewhere in the
flat a clock ticked dismally. Through two small open windows puffed superheated gusts of air
The muffled clamor of many voices in strange tongues
sifted through the windows and walls,
but served only to increase the awful stillness in the room.
Despite his efforts to the contrary,
Phelan stole a glance at the bed,
then looked away while his heart stopped beating.
There was a naked foot where he had seen only a sheet before.
Maybe the wind blew it off, he tried to tell himself,
but something inside him rejected the explanation and he felt an icy finger drawn up and down his spine again he plunged his head into the capacious can and succeeded in reviving his heart action
more minutes of dreadful suspense passed a leaden silence had filled the sweltering room even the voices of the tenements had died away to a funeral murmur battle as he did with all his will
Will, Phelan's eyes were again drawn from their fixed gaze upon the wall, and what he saw this time induced a strangling sensation.
Three toes had distinctly wiggled.
He withdrew his eyes on the instant, and his shaking hand reached down for the can.
His fingers had barely touched it when an awful shriek rent the air.
The shriek came from the bed, and it was followed by a second yell, and then by a third.
third. Michael Phelan did not open the door as he passed out. It was not a very strong door,
and it went down like cardboard before the impact. The third shriek awoke the echoes,
just as Officer 666 was coasting down the stairs on the seat of his departmental trousers.
His departmental coat and his departmental hat were in no way connected with his precipitate transit.
a raging Polish woman brought these details of Michael's uniform to the Eldred Street station a little later.
Likewise, she preferred charges against Phelan that come under the heading of
conduct unbecoming an officer and a gentleman.
It was a tremendous trial, in the course of which the Deputy Police Commissioner,
who sat in judgment barely missed having a serious stroke,
It was adduced in evidence that Officer 66 had entered the wrong flat,
the coroner's case being one flight up.
But while the whole town rocked with laughter,
Michael Phelan failed to see the joke,
and his hatred of precinct Detective Tim Feeney never cooled.
That he got off with a light sentence of one day's fine
did not in the least improve his humor.
He knew he was a marked man.
man from that day, and it was all his mother could do to urge him to stay on the force.
In the course of time, however, the sting had worn off and the young patrolman learned to smile
again. His hollow cheeks had filled out amazingly during the period of the brewery beat,
and on that late autumn day when he stepped into the pages of this narrative, he looked mighty
good, not only to the raven-haired Rosalind O'Neill, but to a host of other pretty nursemaids
who were wheeling their aristocratic little charges up and down the avenue.
Nor was Michael Phelan at all unconscious of this as he sauntered along the broad pavement
and gracefully twirled his baton.
His chest jetted out like the breast of a powder pigeon, and he wore the solemnly self-conscious
expression of a peacock on parade.
when he came to the great white square mansion of travers gladwin he paused and studied it shrewdly with his eye
it was one of the most important functions of his patrol to study the fronts of all unoccupied dwellings and see that every window was down and every door was closed first he looked into the area way of the gladwin home and then his eye traveled up the wide balustrated stoop to
the ornamental bronze doors.
What's this? he gasped in astonishment.
Sure, I read in the papers only this morning that Travers Gladwin was in Egypt.
Tis a bold thief who'll go on the front door and broad day.
So here's where Mary Phelan's son makes the grand pinch he's been dreaming on this six months back
and gets his picture in the papers.
End of Chapter 6.
Recording by Roger Maline.
chapter seven of officer six sixty six this libervox recording is in the public domain recording by roger maline officer six sixty six by barton w curry and augustine mccue chapter seven the little brown jap
patrolman phelan wrapped his sinewy fist about the handle of his club with a vicious grip as he proceeded cautiously up the steps
the heavy bronze door had been left ajar and he squeezed through without opening it further then paused in the vestibule and listened what he heard seemed no more than the tread of a spider and the thought rushed into his head
tis one of that felt-souled kind tis tiptoes for phelan he had noted that even the inside door was open and he swiftly divined from this that the thief had left it open for his own condition
or for some other purpose connected with the mysteries of burglar alarms inch by inch the policeman moved across the vestibule and wriggled through the door into the richly carpeted hallway
it was with a distinct sense of relief that he felt his heavy boots sinked noiselessly into the deep plie of a precious d'agastan rug one of phelan's boots had a bad creak in it and he knew that the master crook who would attempt such a robbery as this
this would have an acute sense of hearing.
It was dark as a pocket down the stretch of the heavily curtained foyer,
save for a meager shaft of light that came through a slightly parted pair of portires to the left
and not a dozen feet from where he stood.
He strained his ear toward this shaft of light until there came an unmistakable swish of sound,
whereupon he moved forward in short, gliding steps.
When he reached the break in the portieres and looked in,
he was astonished to see a short little man with shiny black hair,
deftly removing the linen covers from chairs and tables and statuary.
The little man had his back to Phelan as the policeman stepped inside,
but he turned in a flash and confronted the intruder
with the peculiar glazed grimness of the Japanese.
"'Well, what matter?' ripped out the little jubes.
Jap, without moving a muscle.
That's what I come to find out, retorted Phelan, with accusing severity of tone.
How you get in here? retorted the Jap in the same sharp, emotionless tones.
I saw you snaking in, and you didn't latch the door after you's, blurted Phelan,
taking a step nearer the Jap and still watching him with profound suspicion.
What you want? asked the Jap with a slight
tremor of apprehension.
Information, cried Phelan.
What he is doing in here?
Phelan's eye swept the room for some evidence of an attempt to disfoil.
Though he saw none, he did not relinquish his attitude of suspicion.
The Jap seemed about to speak, and then stopped.
As Phelan continued to glower at him, he snapped out,
I know can tell!
Triumph blazed in Phelan's eyes.
Now he was sure he had a thief,
and he determined to handle the situation
with all the majesty of his official person.
"'So you can't tell what you's doing in this house,' he said with fine sarcasm.
The Jap shook his head emphatically and returned a positive,
"'No tell!'
Phelan balanced his club for a moment and strode toward the Jap.
you's better come with me he said through compressed lips the japs started back with a frightened exclamation you no take me to jail he uttered while his yellow features twitched with fear
in a minute replied the elated officer if you's don't tell me what you's doin here i've been lookin out for this place while mr gladwin was in foreign parts and-you know mr gladwin
broke in the Jap excitedly.
No, I ain't never seen him, said Phelan.
But I know this is his house,
and I've been keeping my eye on it for him.
Mr. Gladwin, he my boss!
And the Jap grinned from ear to ear.
This solution of the mystery never entered the policeman's head,
and he resented the surprise.
Deyze mean you're his valley?
He asked, vindictively, refusing.
to relinquish his suspicion.
Yes!
And again, the Jap grinned.
Phelan read the grin as a distinct insult to his intelligence,
and he pounced upon the little brown man in an even more caustic tone,
If ye's or Mr. Gladwin's valet,
what are you doing here, and him thousands of miles away across the ocean
in Egypt and Jerusalem and the like?
Now it was Phelan's turn to grin,
as he saw the Jap shrink and turn.
turn upon him a pair of wildly alarmed eyes.
Come, come, I'm waiting for an answer.
The cat had his mouse backed into a corner and mentally licked his chops.
I ain't no can tell, stammered the Jap desperately.
That's enough, ripped out, Officer 666, grabbing the Jap by the shoulder and yanking him
toward the doorway.
No, no, wait, gasped the struggling prison.
prisoner. "'You no say if I tell you, please?'
"'Tell me first,' grunted Phelan, releasing his grip.
The Jap ducked his head in every direction as if fearful that the wall's head ears,
then said in an impressive whisper,
"'My boss, Mr. Gladwin, home!'
"'Mr. Gladwin, home! Here in New York!'
There was both incredulity and amazement in
phelan's voice ease bleated the jap and his grin returned well why didn't you say so before said phelan angrily at which the fidgety little brown son of nippon hasten to explain
no one should know he come all in much secret he go boat to boston no use name no one know he mr gladwin he say
batiato me battiato batiato he say no tell i come home sure he say and batiato he no tell
officer phelan yielded to the grip of the mystery and his attitude toward the jap changed what did he want to snake home that away fur i no no nodded batiotto
y's no no eh well is he comin here de yis no that he tell me come here and wait feats this room he come here o telephone
the straightforward manner of the little jap had almost completely disarmed the policeman's suspicion but he surrendered reluctantly did he give ye's a key to get in here phelan fired as his last shot
yes he give me all bunch keys look and battiato produced a gold key ring with a gold tag and a number of keys attached
phelan examined it and read aloud the name traversed gladwin engraved on the tag handing them back to the jap he addressed him impressively gesturing his emphasis with his baton i guess yis are all right but i'll have to keep me eye on y's from the
outside mind that and if ye's er foolin me or trying to get away with anything phelan snapped his lips together and with a mighty lunge plucked an imaginary prisoner out of the atmosphere and shook it ferociously
then stepping back to the doorway he shut one eye with a fierce wink and jerked out are ye it's wise the profound pantomime was too much for battiato who stared after the vanishing officer
in open-mouthed amazement.
End of Chapter 7.
Recording by Roger Maline.
Chapter 8 of Officer 666.
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Recording by Roger Maline.
Officer 666 by Barton W. Curry and Augustine McHugh.
Chapter 8.
Art, Mystery, and Love.
little jap was still posed in an attitude of bewilderment as the two outside doors slammed and officer six sixty six went down the front steps to resume the tread of his beat and the breaking of fragile hearts
when he did emerge from his trance he returned to the task of getting the great room in order with the same snappy energy he had displayed when the uniformed minion of the law broke in upon him
he had removed the covers from the chairs and was dusting off a great carved chest that stood against the wall to the right of the doorway when the door-bell rang
battiado jumped and then waited for a second ring stepping warily out into the hallway he looked to see if it was the grim official in blue and buttons ha he exclaimed no more police and he shot to the door and opened it for
for that debonair young gentleman who was one day to inherit the mustard millions of old grim barnes hello there badiato whitney barnes greeted the little jap cordially did your master show up yet
he no come grinned batietto shutting the door and leading the way into the room he had been preparing for his master's arrival as whitney barnes stepped into the room the japp asked
excuse me mr barnes you see mr gladwin no nor his double thomas smith of the writ but he asked me to meet him here at five o'clock
he seree lisped the jap with the bob of the head then dived back to his occupation of making the long deserted room look presentable as battiado followed his master's friend into the room
he switched on the full glare of electric lights that depended from the ceiling or blazed through the shadows of many lamps whitney barnes blinked for a moment and then started as his gaze was directed to the walls hung with masterpieces
the work of rubens rembrandt coret maissonier lele kazan vegas fragonard reynolds and a score others of the world's great
greatest masters leaped across his vision as he turned from wall to wall revolving on his heel whew he ejaculated i didn't know the travers went in for this sort of thing he certainly is the secretive little oyster when he wants to be
still studying the portraits and landscapes and allegorical groups he voiced to battyado a sudden thought by the way battiato do you know
what it was that brought your master back in this strange fashion and the reason for all this secrecy no sir responded the jap
well it's damned peculiar muttered the young man to himself and proceeded on a tour about the room to examine more closely its wealth of art treasure he had been engaged in this way about five minutes when the door-bell rang and battiato cried
herein mr gladwin now how do you know that badiato quizzed the young man absently his attention being gripped by a stunning aphrodite rising from the sea in a glory of nudity and rainbows
the jap paused a second on his way to the door and replied cause no one know he home but mr barnes these house close up much long time and mr gladwin make papers say he
in Egypt. In the same breath in which he maximized this volley of words, the little Jap
projectiled himself from the room. His deductions are marvelous, said Whitney Barnes,
solemnly addressing a bronze bust of Philip of Macedon. He turned in time to meet the brisk
entrance of Travers Gladwin, alias Thomas Smith of the Ritz. The two shook hands warmly and looked
into each other's faces with quizzical smiles. They were about of an age, both unusually good-looking
and bearing themselves with that breezy, confident manner that is characteristic of young men
who have been coddled in swansdown all their lives. Well, well, well, Travers!
Hello, Whitney, old boy! The greeting sprang from their lips simultaneously, and after
he had tossed his hat and cane to his valet, Travers Gladwin continued.
"'Didn't expect to see me so soon, did you, old scout?'
"'I should say I didn't. Why, when I got that telegram of yours to call up Thomas Smith at the Ritz,
it certainly was some jar to my delicate nervous system.' Travers Gladwin laughed and rubbed his hands.
"'Did it, though,' he cried, "'gave you a little bit of my delicate nervous system.'
a real thrill, eh? Exact and specific. A real thrill. Well, you're lucky, a surprise and a thrill.
I'd give anything for a real surprise. I've hunted this little planet's four corners for one and
failed to connect. If you can't achieve them, you seem to be in the business of manufacturing
them. Come along now. What's all this thundering mystery? I'm shot to piece of
with curiosity.
What's happened to make you come home like this?
Watkins, replied Travers Gladwin, curtly.
Watkins? What Watkins? Who's Watkins?
Watkins is my man. I mean, Watkins was my man,
before I found out that he was systematically robbing me.
Oh, I remember now. A jolly good servant,
though. So he robbed you, did he? But they all do. Yes, but they don't always get found out.
Caught with the goods, as the police say. I caught Watkins with the goods and sacked him.
But you don't mean to tell me you came kiting home from the pyramids and the lovely Sahara
desert just because this chap Watkins was dishonest, said Whitney Barnes in tones of incredulity.
no whitney replied gladwin dropping into a chair and puckering his forehead with a frown watkins was only the start of it i got rid of him six months ago
but while i was on my way to egypt i learned that watkins and my lawyer had been in some sort of a secret correspondence before i gave watkins the bounce what lawyer not old reliable forbes
why i thought he wore a certified halo so did i but i got news to the contrary and you know he has charge of everything for me keeps all my securities has a power of attorney signs checks and all that
that sounds bad said whitney barnes sympathetically the old saint could come pretty close to ruining you now you've hit it
assented gladwin so i've come home to investigate sleuthing expedition you might say didn't want him to hear i was coming and climb out
now you've got the answer to the gum-shoe riddle my plan is to lie low and have you look him up nothing else on foot whitney haven't gone into mustard or wall street have you
it was whitney barnes's turn to construct a frown and take on an air of intense seriousness while his friend smiled at him thinking it was one of his humorous moods
can't say i have anything definite on foot said barnes slowly but the pater has given me a rather important commission to fulfil though not exactly in mustard well then said travers gladwin with a trace of annoyance
I'd better call on somebody else.
I...
Nothing of the sort,
broke in Whitney Barnes.
It may fit right in with my plans.
It'll keep me circulating round a lot,
and that's just what I want.
That and what Batiata was bringing,
as the little brown man entered the room on the run,
bearing a silver tray, decanter, and glasses.
End of Chapter 8.
Recording by Roger M.
Malene.
Chapter 9 of Officer 666.
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Recording by Roger Maline.
Officer 66 by Barton W. Curry and Augustine McHugh.
Chapter 9.
The Curse of Millions
As Travers Gladwin's valet filled the tall slim glasses
with the fizzing amber-colored fluid which
constitutes the great american highball, the two friends stretched their legs and lost themselves
for a few moments in aimless reverie. Batayato looked from one to the other, puzzled by their
seriousness. He clinked the glasses to rouse them and glided them from the room.
Whitney Barnes was the first to look up and shake himself free of the sober spell that gripped him.
what the deuce made you skip abroad in such a hurry travers he asked reaching for his glass travers gladwin sat up with a start pulled a lugubrious smile and replied bored to death nothing interested me living in the most commonplace humdrum unromantic existence imaginable
tees and dances dances and teas clubs and theatres theatres and clubs motors and yachts yachts and motors
it was horrible and i can't help thinking that it was all my dear old governor's fault he had no consideration for me he left you a tidy lot of millions drawled whitney barnes young gladwin drained his glass jumped to his feet
and began to pace the room, hands deep in his trousers pockets.
"'That was just it,' he flung out.
"'If he had left me nothing but a shilling or two, there'd be some joy in living.
"'I'd have had to buckle down.
"'There's variety, interest, pleasure, and having to make your own way in the world.'
Whitney Barnes laughed mockingly.
"'Go out and tell that to the toiling masses,' he chucked.
and listened to them give you the ha-ha you're in a bad way old chap better see a brain specialist i know i'm in a bad way gladwin ran on fiercely
but doctors can't do me any good it was all right while i was a frolicing lamb but after i got over the age of thinking myself a devil of a fellow things began to grow tame i was romantic sentimental wanted to
a fallen love.
Now you interest me, Whitney Barnes interjected,
stiffening to attention.
Yes, I wanted to fall in love, Whitney,
but I couldn't get it out of my head
that every girl I met had her eye on my fortune
and not on me.
And if it wasn't the girl, it was her mother,
and mothers, that is, mothers in law to be,
or mothers that want to be in law,
or what the deuce do I mean.
I get you, Steve, they're awful. Go on.
Well, I gave it up, the hunt for the right girl.
The Dickens, you say. I wish you hadn't told me that.
And I went in for art, Gladwin raced on, carried breathlessly on the tide of his emotions,
and ignoring his friend's observations.
I went in for these things on the walls, statuary, ceramics, rugs, and tapestries.
You've got a mighty fine collection, struck in Barnes.
Yes, but I soon got tired of art.
I still hungered for romance.
I went abroad to find it.
I said to myself,
If there's a real thrill anywhere on this earth for a poor millionaire, I'll try and find it.
it make a thorough search it wasn't any use every country I went to was the same all I could find were things my money could buy and all those things have long ceased to interest me there was only once in all the years I've been craving a romance hold up there Traverse Gladwin you're talking like Methuselah you've been of age only a few years
seems centuries but as i started to say there was only once two years ago in a trolley car right here in the midst of this heartless city
seated opposite me was a girl a blonde most beautiful hair you ever saw no use my trying to describe her eyes clearest bluest and keep right on piling up the superlatives peaches and cream
complexion with a transparent down on it, dimples and all that sort of thing. You know the kind.
A goddess, every inch of her. Her clothes were poor, and I knew by that she was honest.
The young man paused and gazed rapturously into space.
Go on, go on, urged Barnes. Poor but honest.
I caught her eye once and my heart.
thumped, could feel it beating against my cigarette case.
That's the real soulmate stuff.
Go on, cried Barnes.
Well, she got off at one of the big shops.
I followed.
She went in one of the employee's entrances.
She worked there.
I could see that.
And did you wait for her to go out to lunch?
No, I had an engagement.
next day I caught that same car, but she was not on it.
I kept on trying, and the fourth day she was on the car, looking lovelier than ever.
When she got off the car, I got off.
I stepped up and raised my hat.
Forgive me for approaching you in this impertinent manner, I said,
but I would like to introduce myself, and I handed her my card.
the youthful head of the house of gladwin stopped abruptly and slid listlessly into a chair i demand to hear what she replied insisted barnes
it wasn't just what she said mused gladwin though that was bad enough but it was the way she said it these were her exact words go on your fresh slob and sneak your biscuits
how does that suit you for exploding a romance blown to powder and bits murmured whitney barnes somberly sorry you told me this never mind why but there's one thing i've been wanting to ask you for a long time
how about that girl you rescued from drowning four years ago i remember it made you quite famous at the time according to all standards of romance you should have married her travers gladwin looked up with a wry smile
did you ever see the lady he asked sharply no was she pretty she was a brunette you don't fancy brunettes you don't fancy brunettes
she was a dark brunette dark yes from africa that was tough luck exclaimed barnes without cracking a smile end of chapter nine recording by roger maline
chapter ten of officer six sixty six this libervox recording is in the public domain recording by roger maline
officer six sixty six by barton w curry and augustine mckew chapter ten the heartbeats of mr hogg
in a magnificently furnished apartment on madison avenue which mrs elvira burton had rented for new york's winter season that augustly beautiful or beautifully august lady sat writing i may say that she was writing grimly and that there was jovian
jovian determination stamped upon her high broad forehead and indented at the corners of her tense lips she had just returned from a consultation with two matrons of the same stern fibre as herself
no group of gray-bearded physicians had ever weighed the fate of a patient with more attention to pathological detail than had mrs burton and her two friends weighed the fate of helen burton but whereas it rarely happens that
pork is prescribed in a delicate case the results of that petticoated conclave was that hog was prescribed for the flower-like ward of the leader of omaha's socially elect
while mrs burton had done most of the talking her two friends who had broken into new york's next to the top layer of society by means of the hyphens with which they coupled the names of their first and second husbands her two friends i say had managed to wedge in a
a word or two, all in favor of Jebez Hog.
The guardian of the two prettiest girls who had ever debutanted in the Nebraska metropolis
emerged from that conference on fire with resolve.
She would marry Helen to Mr. Hogg, thus linked together the Hog and Burton millions,
and thereby create an alliance that would take its place beside any in the country
in the matter of bank account.
So confident was she of the power of her will
That she did not even remove her raps before she sat down to answer Jebess Hogg's letter
Nor did she bother to ask her maid if Helen and Sadie had returned from their ride
She did not care to discuss the matter with them
She had decided it remained only for the weaker wills to yield
Beginning with a regal flourish of the pen she wrote
wrote,
My dear Mr. Hogg,
I received this morning your courteous note,
begging me to persuade Helen to give you a final answer.
It pains me deeply that you should suffer so from her neglect,
after all your kindness.
I trust that you will forgive it on the score of her youth.
She is very young, and her head has been turned with too much flattery.
She shall be yours, that I can
promise you. When you come on for your annual slaughterhouse director's meeting, you may bring
the ring. I have already given the order for the engraving of the engagement announcements,
and I will arrange to give a reception and dance for Helen at the plaza. I do not know how
to thank you for putting your French car at our disposal. It has saved us a great deal of
annoyance and bother. Helen has spoken often of your thoughtful.
Mrs. Burton stayed her flying pen and grimly read the last sentence aloud.
It was not the strict truth, as she was writing it.
Helen had spoken frequently of the convenience of the car,
but she had added that she could never ride in it without feeling that she was going to run over a pig and hear it squeal.
Mrs. Burton did not waver for more than an instant, however.
in a way of speaking she gripped her conscience by the neck strangled it and threw it into the discard then she continued with her letter
i have been looking at houses on the avenue and would suggest that you try and negotiate for the gladwin mansion the owner lives abroad and while it is not in the market i am advised that the young man would be glad to get rid of it
he is said to be living a fast life in paris and while he was left a great fortune he would probably be glad to get the ready money i know of no finer home in new york for you to settle down in after your honeymoon
thanking you again for your constant thoughtfulness and hoping that you will now banish every doubt from your mind i remain faithfully yours elvira burton the smile with which mrs burton's
this letter and delivered it to her maid was more than a smile of triumph.
It was a positively fiendish smile of victory.
End of Chapter 10.
Recording by Roger Maline.
Chapter 11 of Officer 66.
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Officer 66 by Barton W. Curry and Augustin McHugh.
chapter eleven gainsborough blue boy having discounted the romantic element of his thrilling rescue at narragansett pier travers gladwin fell into a moody silence
the more volatile barnes felt the influence and strove to fight it off while he too had been set upon the trail of romance at the behest of his father he felt it was too early to indulge in pessimistic reveries so he groped for another subject
with which to revive the interest of his friend i say travers he led off rising from his chair and indicating the walls with a sweep of his hand
as i remarked before you've got a wonderful collection here yes assented the young millionaire without animation but as i said before i soon got tired of it
the past time of collecting pictures became a burden and i was glad to get abroad and forget it well said barnes i guess the only thing for you to do is to go to work at something
i know it grumbled gladwin but what is the incentive i don't want any more money what i have now is the biggest sort of a nuisance
just see the trouble i'm in for with my lawyer and that man watkins though to tell you the truth i am beginning to enjoy the novelty of that the young man got up and assumed a more lively expression do you know whitney he ran on
this traveling incognito isn't half bad they are really getting suspicious of me at the ritz but surely some one there ought to know you
not a soul it was opened while i was abroad you know i registered as thomas smith and i even took a chance and went down into the grill room for lunch and there whitney cried gladwin with an explosive burst of enthusiasm
i nearly got a thrill another one like that on the trolley car the last place you'd expect it too in the midst of stiff formality and waiters so cold and haughty they might have risen from the dead
i suppose this was the ravishing girl at the cigar counter said barnes ironically nothing of the sort never smoked a cigar in her life i mean that is well-well
something entirely different but she was a beauty golden bronze hair tishin never painted anything like it the bluest eyes behind the most wonderful dark lashes creamy white skin
and you followed her to a cloak factory where you found please wait till i finish whitney i followed her nowhere though she interested me tremendously
i wish you could have seen her eat eat particularly the grapefruit by jove barnes that girl certainly loves grapefruit it was fascinating i couldn't keep my eyes off of her
and did she notice you quizzed barnes raising his eyebrows she was too busy came the gloomy rejoinder
i watched her steadily fairly bored her with my eyes tried to will her to look at me they say you can do that you know mental telepathy projecting thought waves or something of the sort oh rot cried barnes impatiently i tried that
on a dog once, and I've got the scar yet.
But I tell you, Whitney, it almost worked.
After a time, her eyelids began to flutter,
and the roses in her cheeks bloomed darker.
But just as I felt sure she would look up and see me,
Splash! The grapefruit hit her in the eye.
What?
Ejaculated Whitney Barnes, wheeling open-mouthed and facing his friend.
The juice, I mean.
Gladwin laughed ruefully.
And, of course, the spell was broken.
She never looked again.
Dash it all, there's some sort of a lemon in all my romances.
You certainly do play in tough luck, sympathized Barnes.
I can see that you need bucking up,
and I think I've got the right kind of remedy for you.
Wait, I'll call Badiato.
Whitney Barnes stepped briskly across,
the room and pressed a button in a twinkling the little japp appeared batiato said barnes has your master any hunting clothes at the hotel
is serf responded the jap plenty hotel plenty house we know time pack all clothes go sail too quick plenty here splendid enthused barnes pack a bag for him botty
this instant enough things to last a couple of weeks what's all this cut in gladwin what are you going to do never you mind retorted barnes importantly
you do as i say badiato i'm going to show your master some excitement he'll never get it here in town he said i pack him quick and barriado vanished noiselessly
seeming to shoot through the doorway and up the broad staircase as if sucked up a flu.
"'But see here,' objected Traversed Gladwin.
"'Not a word now,' his friend choked him off.
"'If you don't like it, you don't have to stay.
"'But I'm going to take you in hand and show you a time you're not used to.'
"'But I don't. Don't, let's argue about it,' said Barnes lightly.
"'You called me in here to take charge of things.
and I'm taking charge.
Just to change the subject,
tell me something about your paintings.
This one, for instance,
who is that haughty-looking old chap?
Whitney Barnes had planted himself
with legs spread wide apart
in front of one of the largest portraits in the room,
a life-size painting of an aristocratic-looking old man
who seemed on the point of strangling in his stock.
Travers Gladwin turned to the painting,
and said with an unmistakable note of pride.
The original Gladwin, my great-grandfather,
painted more than a hundred years ago by Gilbert Stewart.
I guess you beat me, Travers.
The original Barnes hadn't discovered mustard a hundred years ago.
But I say, here's a Gainesboro, the blue boy.
By George, that's a stunner.
Worth a small fortune, I suppose.
whitney barnes had crossed the room and stood before the most striking-looking portrait in the collection a tall handsome boy in a vividly blue costume of the gainsborough period
the owner of the blue boy turned around cast a fleeting glimpse at the portrait and turned away with a peculiar grimace you suppose wrong whitney he said shortly that isn't so horribly valuable
what a big painting like that by a chap famous enough to have a hat named after him that was just about the way it struck me at first answered gladwin so i begged two old gentlemen in london to let me have it
persuaded them to part with it for a mere five hundred pounds on condition close attention whitney that i keep the matter a secret i was delighted with my bargain
until I saw the original.
The original?
Aha, the original.
It was quite a shock for me to come face to face with that
and realized that my blue boy had a streak of yellow in him.
That sounds exciting, cried Barnes.
What did you do? Put the case in the hands of the police?
Not much, denied Gladwin emphatically.
that would have given the public a fine laugh.
It deceived me, so I hung it up there to deceive others.
It got you, you see.
But you are the only one I've let into the secret.
Don't repeat it, will you?
Never, promised Barnes.
It'll be too much of a lark to hear others rave over it.
Thank you, acknowledged the bitten collector, curtly.
Barnes wandered from the Blue Boy and signaled out another painting.
Who painted this? he asked.
That's a Vibre.
But do you know, Whitney, the more I think of it,
there's something about that grapefruit girl,
something gripping that...
I like these two, commented Barnes.
There's something different about her, something...
Who is this by?
inquired Barnes, lost in admiration
of a masonier?
A blonde?
What?
And very young, and I know her smile.
Look here, Travers, what are these two worth?
Gladwin volplained to earth, climbed out of his sky chariot, and was back in the midst of
his art treasures again.
I beg your pardon, he said hastily, which too?
Barnes pointed to two of the smaller pictures.
Guess, suggested his host.
Five thousand.
Multiply it by ten, then add something.
No, really?
Yes, really.
That one on the left is a Rembrandt,
and the other is a corot.
My word, they're corkers, eh?
yes when you know who painted them and if you happen to have the eyes of a connoisseur and what in creation is this exclaimed barnes as he stumbled against the great ornamental chest which stood against the wall just beneath the rembrandt and corot
oh let's get the exhibition over said gladwin peevishly that's a treasure chest cost me a barrel picked it up in egypt
you never picked it up in your life retorted barnes grasping the great metal bound chest and striving vainly to lift it anything in it he asked lifting the lid and answering himself in the negative
what's the whole collection worth asked barnes as he returned to where his friend was standing gazing ruefully at the blue boy
oh half a million or more i really never kept track half a million and you go abroad and leave all these things unguarded
you certainly are fond of taking chances it's a marvel they haven't been stolen before now nonsense said gladwin i have a burglar alarm set here and i'll wager there aren't half a dozen persons
who know the Gladwin collection is hung in this house.
Just the same.
But I say, Travers, there's the doorbell.
Were you expecting anybody else?
Gladwin glanced about him nervously.
No, he said sharply.
On the contrary, I didn't wish.
What the deuce does it mean?
It means someone is at the door.
End of Chapter 11.
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Chapter 12 of Officer 666.
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Chapter 12.
Approaching a world of mystery.
Gaston Brielle, the Strachon.
Robbery blonde French chauffeur who piloted the big luxurious motor car, Jabez Hog of Omaha,
had placed at the service of Mrs. Elvira Burton and her two charming young nieces,
did not have his mind entirely concentrated upon manipulating the wheel and throttle of the car
as he swung around Grant's tomb and sped southward down the drive.
While his knowledge of English was confined to a few expletives of a profane nature,
and the mystic jargon of the garage,
he was nevertheless thrilled by the belief that the two mademoiselles behind him
were plotting some mysterious enterprise.
From time to time they had unconsciously dropped their voices
to the low tones commonly used by conspirators,
or at least that was the way Gaston had sensed it.
along the silent roads of central park and riverside drive where even the taxis seemed to employ their mufflers and to resort less frequently to the warning racket of their exhausts the frenchman had been straining his ears to listen
he had heard on two occasions what he divined as a manifest sob first when the emotional sadie gave way to tears and again when helen was aggravated to a petulant
petulant outburst of grief.
Later, when he heard bright laughter and gay exclamations, he could hardly believe his
ears.
He was profoundly troubled and completely bewildered, a dangerous state of mind for a man who
has the power of seventy horses under the pressure of his thumb.
Nor was his mental turmoil in the least alleviated when, having turned south and being on the
point of coasting down a precipitous hill, he felt a touch on his shoulder and heard the elder
of his two pretty passengers command him in worse French than his own poor English to go slow
when he turned into Fifth Avenue again and be prepared to stop. Gaston knew that this was in direct
violation of his orders from Mrs. Burton, but when he saw a yellow-backed bill fluttered down over his
shoulder, his quick intelligence blazed with understanding.
His first groping suspicions had been justified.
There was romance in the wind.
Steering easily with one hand, Gaston deftly seized the bill and caused it to vanish
somewhere in his great fur coat.
Sadie Burton had been horror-stricken at this bold proffer of a bribe.
Likewise, she was alarmed that Helen should put so much trust in Gaston, who seemed to be in mortal terror of her aunt, and to quake all through his body when he listened to her command.
As Helen sank back beside her, after letting fall the bribe, the agitated Sadie whispered tremulously,
Are you sure you can trust him, Helen?
If he should tell Auntie Elle, she would surely make him.
you a prisoner. You will never get a chance to leave her side at the opera tonight.
Gaston is a Frenchman, my dear, laughed Helen confidently. And most Frenchmen, even
chauffeurs, I am sure, would cut their hearts out before they would oppose a barrier to the
course of true love. But Helen's gaiety did not communicate itself to Sadie. That shy miss trembled
apprehensively, as she sought to picture herself in Helen's place, on the verge of an elopement.
Not that such a prospect did not have its alluring thrill, even to such a shrinking maiden as
the violet-eyed Sadie, but her fear of her aunt seemed to crush and obliterate these titillating
sensations. As the car shot through 72nd Street and headed for the entrance to the west drive of
Central Park, she ventured another word of caution.
Wouldn't it be better to send a messenger to Mr. Gladwin's house, Helen?
Suppose we should run into somebody there who knew Auntie.
You ridiculously little frayed cat, Helen caught her up.
Of course there'll be nobody there but Travers,
or perhaps his man or some of the other servants.
He has good reason for keeping very quiet now
and sees absolutely nobody,
not even, not even, not even his grandmother, if he has one.
And didn't he tell you whether or not he had a grandmother, Helen?
gasped Sadie.
But Helen disdained to reply,
her heart suddenly filling with rapture
at the prospect of an immediate meeting with her betrothed.
End of Chapter 12.
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Chapter 13 of Officer 666.
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Chapter 13. Travers Gladwin gets a thrill.
A ring at the doorbell should suggest to the
ordinary mind that some person or persons clamored for admission but whitney barnes's announcement seemed to have difficulty in hammering its way into traversed gladwin's gray matter and thence downward into the white matter of his brain cells
what is someone at the door for he asked vacuously to see you of course snapped barnes nonsense exclaimed the other with annoyance
The house has been closed for ages, and you are the only one who knows I am home.
Why, IāBatiato skimmed in, grinning like a full moon.
Well, what is it? his master asked shortly.
Two ladies, sir!
Two, that's good, chimed in Barnes.
They must have got a wireless that I was here.
What do they want?
Gladwin addressed Batiato.
You, sir, replied the Jap.
They say you come to door one minute.
Two ladies to see me?
Are you sure?
Travers Gladwin was both bewildered and embarrassed.
Yes, sir, Batiatto assured him.
Did you tell them that I was here?
They no ask.
They say, please, Mr. Gladwin, come to door.
well you tell them mr gladwin is not at home that i'm out away in egypt yes sir and battiado was about to skim out into the hallway again when barnes stopped him
wait a minute badiato what do they look like look nice sir and battiado's moon-like grin returned in full beam you're sure asked barnes
gravely.
Oh, fine, uttered the Jap, enthusiastically.
Young? inquired Barnes.
Yes, sir, much young, come in, audible.
I tell them you know home, turning to Gladwin.
No, wait, responded Gladwin, his curiosity taking fire.
You tell them to come in.
They say you come door.
Very well, but Whitney Barnes stopped him.
Better see them in here, Travers.
If they really want to see you, they'll come in.
Ask them to come in, Badiato.
The little Jap was gone with the speed and noiselessness of a mouse.
Who in heaven's name can it be?
whispered Travers Gladwin as Badiato come.
could be heard lisping in the vestibule. Before Whitney Barnes managed to frame a reply, a swift,
muffled step was audible, and Helen Burton stood framed in the narrow space between the portieres.
Her timid cousin stopped behind her, staring timidly over her shoulder. She was manifestly
surprised and startled as she paused and regarded the two young men.
In point of startled surprise, however, Travers Gladwin's emotion matched hers.
He stared at her almost rudely in his amazement, and involuntarily he turned to Whitney Barnes and said under his breath,
The grapefruit girl!
Whitney Barnes's lips merely framed,
No, you don't mean it!
He was going to add something more when the two-grateful.
girls came on into the room diffidently and stood by the great carved table close together as if prepared to cling to one another in case something extraordinary happened travers gladwin was the first of the two young men to come to their rescue
pardon me did you wish to see me he said with his best bow no replied helen burton quickly her lips trembling we want to see me
Mr. Gladwin, please.
The young man did not recover instantly from this staggering jolt,
and a clock somewhere in the great hall nearby
ticked a dozen strokes before he managed to mumble.
Well, uh, I am...
Isn't he here?
Broke in the brown-haired beauty, breathlessly.
His man just asked us to come into this room to see him.
What Mr. Gladwin did you want?
asked that young man, incoherently.
"'Why, Mr. Travers, Gladwin!' exclaimed the girl indignantly,
the color mantling to her forehead.
"'Is there more than one?'
"'Well, uh, that is,' the young man turned desperately to his friend.
"'Do you know Mr. Gladwin?'
"'Do I know him?' cried Helen Burton,
and then, with a hysterical little laugh as she turned to her cousin,
"'I should think I did know him. I know him very, very well!'
Sadie Burton appeared both distressed and frightened,
and slipped limply down into one of the great chairs beside her.
As Travers Gladwin's features passed through a series of vacant and bewildered expressions,
and as the attention of Whitney Barnes seemed to be focused,
with strange intensity upon the prettiness of the shy and silent sadie,
anger flashed in Helen's expressive eyes
as she again addressed the young man,
who felt as if some mysterious force had just robbed him of his identity.
"'You don't suppose,' she said, drawing herself to the full height of her graceful figure,
"'that I would come here to see Travers Gladwin if I didn't know him, do you?'
"'No, no, no, of course.'
not sputtered the young man it was stupid of me to ask such a question please forgive me i er
helen turned from him as if to speak to sadie who sat with erect primness suffering from what she sensed as a strange and overpowering stroke she had permitted herself to look straight into the eyes of whitney barnes and hold the look for a long palpitating second
While Sadie was groping in her mind for some explanation of the strange thrill,
Whitney Barnes had flung himself headlong into a new sensation,
and was determined to make the most of it.
So when Travers Gladwin turned to him and asked,
"'I rather think Gladwin's gone out, don't you?'
Barnes nodded and answered positively.
"'He was here only a few minutes ago!'
This reply drew Helen's attention immediately to
Barnes, and taking a step forward, she said eagerly.
Oh, I hope he's here. You see, it's awfully important, what I want to see him about.
Whitney Barnes nodded with extraordinary animation, and turning to Gladwin impaled that young
man with the query. Why don't you find out if he's in?
While Gladwin had come up for air, he was still partially drowned.
turning to Helen Burton, he forced an agreeable smile and said hurriedly,
Yes, if you'll excuse me a moment, I'll see, but may I give him your name?
It was Helen's turn to recoil, and stepping to where Sadie had at last got upon her feet, she whispered,
Shall I tell him? They both act so strangely.
Oh, no, Helen, dear, fluttered Sadie.
it may be some awful trap or something while this whispered conclave was going on travers gladwin made a frantic signal to whitney barnes behind his back and mumbled try and find out what it's all about
i will leave that to me said barnes confidently leaving her cousin's side helen again confronted the two young men and said tremulously
i'd rather not give my name i know that sounds odd but for certain reasons oh of course if you'd rather not answered gladwin
if you will just say helen ran on breathlessly that i had to come early to tell him something something about to-night he'll understand and know who i am
certainly certainly said the baffled young millionaire say that you want to see him about something that's going to happen to-night yes if you'll be so kind
and helen gave the young man a smile that furnished him the thrill he had hunted for all over the globe with a margin to boot i'll be right back he gasped spun on his heel and passed dizzily out into the hallway
End of Chapter 13.
Recording by Roger Maline.
Chapter 14 of Officer 666.
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Chapter 14. Thrill begets thrill.
Gladwin's exit from the room served as a signal for the evening.
agile-witted Barnes to strike while the iron was hot. His friend had hardly vanished through
the portieres when he turned to Helen with an air of easy confidence, looking frankly into
her eyes and said, "'It's singular that my friend doesn't know what you referred to, the object
of your call,' and he nodded his head with a knowing smile. "'Why, do you?' asked Helen eagerly,
coming toward him?
Whitney's knowing smile
increased in its quality of knowingness,
and he spoke with an inflection
that was quite baffling.
Well, he said in a confiding whisper,
I have an idea,
but he, jerking his thumb over his shoulder,
where Travers Gladwin was last seen
departing from view,
is Travers Gladwin's most intimate friend?
The astonishing character,
of this information served only further to confuse the beautiful miss burton's already obfuscated reasoning facilities and hypnotize her into that receptive condition where she was capable of believing any solemnly expressed statement
really she said with a little start of surprise oh yes ran on the glib barns they are lifelong chums love each other like
brothers. One of those Castor and Pollock's affairs, you know, only more so. Never have any secrets
from each other and all that sort of thing. Helen dropped back into her chair and her brow
wrinkled with perplexity. "'That's curious,' she said. "'I don't think Travers ever spoke to me about
that kind of a friend.' The idea was just burgeoning in her mind to ask for the
the friend's name when Barnes hastened on.
Well, now that is singular.
Are you sure that...
The sudden brisk return of Travers Gladwin
saved Barnes from an immediate excruciating tax
upon his ingenuity.
I'm awfully sorry, said Gladwin,
going to Helen and shaking his head regretfully.
But I couldn't find him.
Oh, dear, that's very provoking, cried Helen.
He didn't say he was going out, did he?
No, I could have sworn he was here a few minutes ago, spoke up Barnes,
turning his head away for fear his smile would suddenly get out of control.
Well, is his man here? demanded the girl.
Why, he let you in, blurted Gladwin.
I don't mean the Japanese.
You mean the butler, perhaps, Gladwin.
corrected.
Yes, Helen answered mechanically.
Travers Gladwin felt it was time for Barnes to take a hand again,
as his mental airship was bucking badly in the invisible air currents.
Is Gladwin's butler here?
He inquired sharply, frowning at Barnes.
No, said Barnes promptly.
I am sorry, but he is not here,
Gladwin communicated to Helen.
Well, where is he? cried the exasperated Helen.
Where is he? Gladwin asked Barnes.
Whitney Barnes went down for the count of one, but bobbed up serenely.
Where is he? he said with a nonchalant gesture.
Oh, he's giving a lecture on butling.
The bewildered Miss Burton did not catch the text of this
explanation. In her increasing agitation, she wrung her hands in her muff and almost sobbed,
I'm sure I don't know what to do. I simply must get word to him somehow. It's awfully important.
Whitney Barnes saw the trembling lip and the dampening eye and strove to avert a catastrophe
that would probably double the difficulty of probing into the mystery.
turning to Gladwin, but half directing his remarks to Helen, he said,
I've just been telling the ladies that you and Traverse are bosom pals.
Traverse Gladwin flashed one look of amazement and then caught on.
Oh, yes, he cried. We are very close to each other. I couldn't begin to tell you how close.
And I have also hinted, pursued Barnes,
that you never have any secrets from each other,
and that I felt sure you knew all about, all about, uh, tonight.
Oh, of course, assented Gladwin,
beginning to warm up to his part and feel the rich thrill of the mystery involved.
Yes, yes, of course, he's told me all about tonight.
Has he? gasped Helen,
looking into the young man's brown eyes for confirmation,
feeling that she liked the eyes,
but uncertain that she read the confirmation.
Yes, everything, lied Gladwin,
now glowing with enthusiasm.
All this while, the shy and silent Sadie
had remained demurely in her chair
looking down one to the other
and vainly endeavoring to catch the drift of the conversation.
Sadie was too dainty a little soul to be possessed of real reasoning faculties.
The one thought that had been uppermost in her mind all day
was that Helen was taking a desperate step,
probably embarking upon some terrible tragedy.
She had hungered for an opportunity to compare notes with some sturdier will than her own,
and the instant she heard Travers Gladwin admit that he,
knew all about tonight, she rose from her chair and asked,
breathlessly, turning up her big appealing eyes to Travers Gladwin,
Then won't you, oh, please, won't you tell her what you think of it?
There was something so naive an incident in Sadie's attitude and expression
that Whitney Barnes was charmed.
It also tickled his soul to see how thoroughly his friend was stumped.
so to add to travers confusion he chimed in oh yes go on and tell her what you think of it i'd rather not said gladwin ponderously trying to escape from the appealing eyes
but really you ought to old chap reproved barnes it's your duty to oh yes please do implored sadie the victim was caught three ways
Both young ladies regarded him earnestly
and with looks that hung upon his words,
while Barnes stood to one side with a solemn long face,
elbow in one hand,
and chin gripped tightly in the other,
manifestly for the moment withdrawn from rescue duty.
There was nothing for the badgered young man to do
but mentally roll up his sleeves and plunge in.
Well then, with exactness,
exaggerated sobriety.
If you must know, I think that is, when I was thinking of it,
or, I mean, what I had thought of it, when I was thinking of it,
turning it over in my mind, you know,
why it didn't seem to me, I am afraid, turning squarely on Helen.
What I am going to say will offend you.
On the contrary, cried Helen, flushing to her.
tiny pink ears.
If you are Traver's best friend,
I should like to know just what you think of it.
Well then, said Travers Gladwin desperately,
if you must know the truth, I don't like it.
There, breathed Sadie, overjoyed,
and dropped back in her chair.
But Helen Burton was far from pleased.
You don't like what? she demanded.
"'Why, this thing tonight,' he groped.
"'You wouldn't say that if you knew Mr. Hog,' the indignant girl flung out.
"'There, Gladwin, that's a clincher. You don't know Hog.'
Whitney Barnes was up to his ears in Clover.
"'How do you know I don't know him?' asked Gladwin a little wildly.
"'Why, how could you?' said Helen,
accusingly.
How could I know Mr. Hogg?
Yes.
Why, just go out to his pen, introduce yourself, and shake his tail.
Helen failed to see the humor of this Sally, and again the tears struggled for an outlet.
Now you're making fun of me, she said, turning away.
I think it's very unkind.
Travers Gladwin felt a sharp pang of remorse,
and hated himself for his break.
In his eagerness to repair the wound,
he stepped to the young girl's side
and said with a great seriousness,
I wouldn't hurt you in any way for the world.
Helen looked up at him
and read the soul of sincerity and sympathy in his eyes.
She was both reassured and embarrassed
by the intensity of his look.
Really?
She managed to murmur, backing away.
and sitting down again.
The mention of Mr. Hogg had inflamed Whitney Barnes's curiosity,
and he desired to know more of that unknown.
Well, I don't see what Mr. Hogg has to do with it, he spoke up.
Why, Auntie insists upon my marrying him!
Helen blurted this out involuntarily.
That's dreadful! exclaimed Whitney Barnes,
and Helen rewarded him with a swim.
mile of gratitude.
End of Chapter 14.
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Chapter 15 of Officer 666.
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Chapter 15.
Heroism, love, and something else.
the embarrassment of both the girls had begun to wear off the two strange young men notwithstanding the unaccounted for absence of the object of helen's quest began to appear less strange both possessed potent attractions and undeniable magnetism
the shy and shrinking sadie was sure she liked that tall and slender young man with the easy drawl and bright humorous eyes immensely the boldness of his glances made her heart beat pleasantly
to her he seemed to possess the master will and wit of the pair and she felt she could repose perfect confidence in him for her part helen was uncertain just how to sense the situation
one side of her will urged her to leave a message for her betrothed and hurry away another strain of consciousness held her fast traversed gladwin's psychic waves that had so utterly failed in the grill room of the ritz may or may not have had something to do with this
he felt inspired with a desire to prolong the interview indefinitely he could not recall ever having been so attracted by the charming person
of any girl as he was by this distressed maiden who was so eager to see her travers gladwin he was flattered even by the compliment of having the same name as the unknown
as a further expression of sympathy with helen in the matter of mr hogg he said earnestly do you mean to tell me that your aunt insists upon you marrying this hog yes replied helen passionately
and he's awful and i hate him and i won't i just won't i think you're absolutely right gladwin agreed with her oh you do cried the delighted helen
then turning triumphantly upon her cousin she exclaimed there but sadie's one idea did not include mr hogg she considered the elopement as a separate matter in which mr hogg was
was in no way involved, wherefore she said,
"'But you've only known Mr. Gladwin two weeks.'
"'I know,' retorted Helen,
"'but I've loved him for four years.'
"'You've loved Traverse Gladwin four years?' said that young man
in a voice hollow with wonder.
"'And only known him two weeks,' cut in Whitney Barnes.
"'By Jove, he must be one of those retroactive
soulmates.
I've loved him four years, said Helen stiffly.
You've loved him four years in two weeks, said Barnes, in the tone of one trying to do a sum.
I give up, I can't do it.
Helen faced the heretic Barnes and announced impressively,
ever since the time he so bravely risked his own life to save that girl.
it was splendid noble travers gladwin decided it was time to call a halt on the borrowing proclivities of the unknown double
it was bad enough for some one to appropriate his name but also to take unto his bogus self the glory of the real one's heroism was too much you mean that time at narragansett he opened yes said helen
Four years ago, when he dashed into the roaring surf,
Yes, and fished out a cross-eyed colored lady, said Gladwin hotly.
That's just it, returned Helen, with flashing eyes and heaving bosom.
If she had been beautiful or someone dear to him, it wouldn't have been half so noble.
Oh, it was fine of him.
And he told you about that? asked Gladwin, numbed for the moment.
no he didn't he's much too modest i knew of it the day it happened and he has been my ideal ever since
but would you believe it when i first spoke to him about it he could hardly remember it imagine doing such a brave thing and then forgetting all about it oh i've forgotten lots of such things said the unrecognized hero
helen's lips curled with scorn yes the young man was stung to go on and what travers gladwin did wasn't brave at all what helen gasped
she was so fat she couldn't sink derided gladwin so i swam out to her yes bubbled over the young man overjoyed at the opportunity of discounting his own
heroism. I swam out to her. I told her to lie on her back and float. Well, she did, and Iā
You? Why, yes. Uh, you see, I was with him. He pushed her to shore. Simplest thing in the world.
Helen rose angrily. There was both indignation and reproach in her voice. It's shameful to try and
belittle his courage, and you say you're his dearest friend.
She paused for a moment, then went closer to the young man, and said in a different tone,
Oh, I understand you now. You're saying that to try and make me change my mind,
but I shan't, not for anybody.
Helen crossed the room to her cousin and gave Sadie the benefit of the look of defiance,
with which she had confronted Travers Gladwin.
"'Oh, please, please don't say that, Helen,' cried Sadie, all a flutter.
"'I know he will agree to a postponement.'
"'But I don't want any postponement,' protested Helen.
"'I told you what I intended doing, and I'm going to do it.
"'Go on, tell her again. We'd all like to hear it,' broke in Gladwin.
Helen swung around and said dramatically,
I'm going to marry Travers Gladwin tonight.
Travers Gladwin reeled a little where he stood, met, and turned from the beaming stare of Whitney Barnes.
As he did so, Helen came very close to him, laid her hand on his arm, and said tremulously,
You are his best friend.
Tell me honestly.
don't you think i'm right in wanting to marry him this was a poser but when he did summon an answer it came right out from the heart his eyes devouring the beautiful girl before him as he spoke
nothing on earth would please me so much as to have you marry travers gladwin and i promise you now that i am going to do everything in my power to persuade you to do it
oh i am so glad helen thanked him a moment later she added with a perplexed smile but why did you talk about his bravery as you did
well you see the young man stopped i suppose helen said brightly being so very fond of him you hated the idea of his marrying was that it yes
But that was before I saw you.
I hope you're going to like his best friend just a little.
There was no mistaking the ardent emphasis on the last sentence,
and Helen studied the young man's face curiously.
She turned away with a blush and walked across the room.
End of Chapter 15.
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Chapter 16 of Officer 666.
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Chapter 16 The Torment of Officer 666.
Meantime, Officer 666, on his aristocratic beat,
four blocks up and four blocks down the Fifth Avenue pave,
was sticking to the east side of the street and vainly trying to keep his eyes to the front.
It was excruciating duty, with the raven-haired rose wheeling her perambulator along the opposite way,
and keeping by way of feminine perversity on a latitudinal line with the patrolling of Michael Phelan.
There she was just opposite, always, never twisting her head an inch to give him so much as a glance or a sort of,
smile it made him wild that she should discipline her eyes in that fashion while his would wander hither and yawn especially yawn when rose was in that direction
the daintiness of rose in cap and apron with a big white fissue at her throat with one red cheek and the corner of her most kissable mouth on the avenue maddeningly visible soon drove all memory of the gladwin mansion and the suspicious antics of the
the rat-faced little heathen, out of his mind.
His one thought was that Rose would have to cross over the way at the fall of dusk
and trundle her millionaire infant charge home for its prophylactic pap.
There would be a bare chance for about seven or ten words with Rose,
but what was he going to say?
For one hundred and nine days running, his days off inclusive,
Michael Phelan had intercepted Rose at that particular corner
and begged her to name the day.
The best he ever got was a smile and a flash of two laughing eyes,
followed by the Sally,
"'Show me $500 in the bank, Michael Phelan, and I'll talk business.'
"'And why didn't Michael Phelan save up $500 out of the more than $100 a month
the city paid him for his services?
rose didn't get a quarter of that and she had already saved three hundred dollars besides which she sent a one-pound note home to ireland every month
the reason was this michael phelan turned in his wages each month to his mother and out of what she allowed him to spend he couldn't have saved five hundred dollars in five hundred years at least not to his way of thinking
the trouble was that rose had more than an inkling of this and had galled her to think that her gallant brass-buttoned cop should permit himself to be still harnessed to his mother's apron strings
yes down in the invisible depths of rose's heart she was very fond of the faithful and long-suffering michael but even so she couldn't bring herself to marry a milk stop who was likely to make her play second fiddle to his mother
and when Rose once made up her mind, she was as grimly determined as she was pretty.
The sun had swung down behind the Metropolitan Museum of Art,
and the trees that bordered the park wall had begun to trace their shadows
on the marble fronts of the mansions across the way,
when Rose suddenly wheeled the gig containing Master Croesus
and walked demurely toward Officer 66.
michael phelan blushed till he could feel his back hair singing but he stopped stock still and waited rose gave no sign until she was within half-dozen feet of him then she looked up pertinly and exclaimed
why if it ain't michael phelan it is rose and with the same question pantin on his lips broke out the young man his bosom surging and his husband surging and his
heart wrapping under his shield.
And what is that same question, Mr. Phelan?
asked the tantalizing rose.
Officer 666 choked with emotion.
Will you name the day,
D' D'R?
He stopped and looked round about him fearfully,
for Sergeant McGuinness was due on his rounds,
and Sergeant McGinnis, though married,
had an eye like a hawk
for a pretty girl, and a tongue like an adder for a patrolman caught sparking.
Rose's eyes flashed, and her lips drew tot.
She started forward, but turned her head to face Phelan as she walked away.
"'I'll give you an answer, Michael,' she said in parting,
"'when ye may set up your own home for your own!'
That was all Phelan heard, and possibly all that the young woman uttered,
for just then master crissus set up a ball that was most common and vulgar in its utter lack of restraint there could be no more to the interview that day with young master chrysis in such vociferous mood
so officer six sixty six turned away with a heaving sigh and plodded dolefully along on his beat end of chapter sixteen recording by roger mleen
Chapter 17 of Officer 666.
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Chapter 17. Travers Gladwin is considerably jarred.
Taking time out to sense the bruised condition of your heart
isn't a whole lot different from taking time out to recover from a jolt received in the prize ring.
Having released that impassioned sentence,
I hope you are going to like his best friend just a little,
young Mr. Gladwin felt a trifle groggy.
Until he had spoken, he hadn't realized just how badly his cardiac equipment
was being shot to pieces by the naked God's ruthless archery.
The fact that the case should have appeared hopeless
Only fanned the flame of his ardor
He had looked into the depths of two vividly blue eyes
And there read his destiny
So he told himself fiercely
Whereupon in the Rooseveltian phrase
He cast his hat into the ring
He cared no more for obstacles than a runaway horse
His very boredom of the past few
few years had stored up vast reserves of energy within him, waiting only for that psychological
thrill to light the fuse. As Helen Burton turned from him with the uncomfortable feeling
of one who has received a vague danger signal, he paused only a moment before he again
strode to her side. He was about to speak when she took the lead from him, and, looking up at
one of the masterpieces on the wall, said,
Oh, this is his wonderful collection of paintings!
He told me all about them.
It was what the gentleman pugilists would call a cross-counter
impinging upon the super-sensitive maxillary muscles.
It certainly jarred the owner of that wonderful collection
and caused him to turn with an expression of astonishment to Whitney Barnes.
But that young man,
was intensely occupied in a vain endeavor to draw more than a monosyllable from the shrinking sadie burton he missed the look and went doggedly ahead with his own task
helen burton repeated her remark that he had told her all about his paintings oh has he responded gladwin dully yes and they are worth a fortune cried the girl he simply adores pictures
yes doesn't he though assented the young man in the same vacuous tones and we are going to take the most valuable away with us to-night
here was information to jar jove on high olympus travers gladwin came stark awake with a new and vital interest there was glowing life in his voice as he said
so you are going to take the pictures with you on your honeymoon yes indeed we are won't that be nice was the best glad one could do for he was trying to think along a dozen different lines at the same time
we will be gone for ever so long you know volunteered helen are you going to take his collection of miniatures the young man asked
in unconscious admiration of the colossal nerve of the gentleman who had so nonchalantly appropriated his name.
"'Miniatures?' asked Helen, wonderingly.
"'Yes, of course,' ran on Gladwin.
"'And the China and the family plate, nearly two hundred years old.'
"'Why, I don't think he ever mentioned the miniatures, orāorā'
"'That is singular,' broke in.
Gladwin, striving to conceal the sarcasm that crept into his voice.
Strange, he overlooked the china, plate, and miniatures.
I don't understand it, do you?
And he turned to Barnes, who had caught the last of the dialogue
and shifted his immediate mental interest from the shy Sadie.
No, I really don't, old man, said Barnes.
Do let me show you the mini-either.
"'Migures,' Gladwin addressed Helen upon a sudden inspiration.
"'That will be splendid,' cried Helen.
"'I adore miniatures.'
"'They are just in the next room,' said Gladwin,
leading the way to a door to the left of the great Onyx fireplace.
As she followed, Helen called to her cousin,
"'Come along, Sadie, this will be a treat!'
But the next moment she was alone with Travers Gladwin,
in the long narrow room, two windows of which, protected by steel lattice work on the inside,
looked out on a side street.
The girl did not notice that, as the young man preceded her,
he reached his hand under the screening portiere and touched a spring
that noiselessly swung open the heavy mahogany door and switched on half a dozen clusters of lights.
Neither did she notice that Sadie had failed to follow her,
as her eyes fairly popped with wonder at the treasures,
presented to her gaze.
On one side of the room there was a long row of tables and cabinets,
and almost at every step there was an antique chest.
On the tables there were huddled in artistic disorder,
scores upon scores of gold and silver vessels and utensils
of every conceivable design and workmanship.
Each cabinet contained a collection of exquisite china or rare ceramics.
On the walls above was the most notable collection of miniatures in America.
Travers Gladwin waited for the young girl to have finished her first outburst of admiration.
Then he said softly,
I suppose you know that five generations of Gladwins have been collecting these few trinkets.
He never even mentioned them, gasped the girl.
Why, the paintings are nothing to these.
I wouldn't say that, chuckled Gladwin.
It would take a deal of this gold and silver junk to buy a Rembrandt or a Corot.
There are a couple of Salini medallions, though, just below that night.
miniature of Madame de Pompadour that a good many collectors would sell their souls to possess.
Perhaps he was preserving all this as a surprise for me, whispered the odd Miss Burton.
It is just like him. I am afraid he will be awfully disappointed now that you have shown them to me.
Or, mayhap he has forgotten all about them, said Gladwin, in a tone that caused his companion to start and color
with quick anger.
You know that is not true, she said warmly.
You know that Travers Gladwin is just mad about art.
How can you say such a thing, and in such a sarcastic tone of voice?
Well, the young man defended himself, inwardly chuckling.
You know how his memory lapsed in regard to that heroic affair at arroganceance it.
Helen Burton turned.
and faced him with flashing eyes.
That was entirely different.
It simply showed that he was not a braggard,
that he was different from other men.
The words were meant to lash and sting,
but the passion with which they were said
served so to vivify the loveliness of the young girl
that Travers Gladwin could only gaze at her
in speechless admiration.
When her glance fell before the ear,
homage of his regard, he took hold of himself and apologized on the ground that he had been
joking. Then he made the rounds of the treasure room, pointing out and giving the history of
each precious family heirloom or art object with an encyclopedic knowledge that should
have caused his companion to wonder how he knew so much. Several times he slipped in the
pronoun I, hoping that this might have some effect in waking Helen from the obsession,
that any other man than he could be the real Travers Gladwin.
But, alas, for his subtle efforts, the hints and innuendos fell on deaf ears.
She accepted his fund of information as a second-hand version, exclaiming once,
What a splendid memory you have!
Then he gave it up as a hopeless case and led the way back into the other room.
End of Chapter 17.
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Chapter 18 of Officer 66.
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Chapter 18
Sadie becomes a conspirator
Ah, be careful, don't go out there,
was the warning that had stopped Sadie Burton in full flight
for the treasure room into which her cousin and Travers Gladwin had vanished.
She was more than halfway to the door in obedience to Helen's command
when Whitney Barnes spoke.
He was sitting in the arm of one of the great upholstered chairs
in a gracefully negligent attitude,
twirling his gold keychain about his finger.
He spoke softly,
but with a mysterious emphasis that took hold
and held the retreating miss fast in her tracks.
She turned with a frightened,
Why?
Because I would be all alone, he said solemnly.
Then, as Sadie took another hurried step forward,
Oh, no, you wouldn't desert me.
You wouldn't be so cruel.
How would you like to have someone desert you?
This mystic remark caused Sadie to turn around and take a step toward him.
She said timidly,
I don't understand.
Then I'll tell you, he said, getting on his feet and going toward her.
No, no, objected Sadie and began to back away.
the young man stopped and said in his most reassuring tones fear not i am quite harmless i assure you now i can see that you are in trouble is that not so
oh yes sadie admitted delighted at this new turn in his attitude her first disturbing suspicion had been that he wanted to flirt
you see i'm right he pursued i would like to help you would you she breathed with increasing confidence of course i would he said earnestly whereat sadie lost all fear then we must hurry if we had
to stop it she said in a dramatic whisper stop it stop what the air of old grim barnes had launched the belief that he was about to start something there wasn't any stop in the vocabulary of his thoughts at that minute
why the elopement ejaculated sadie exploding a little bomb that brought whitney barnes down out of the clouds yes of course
To be sure. The elopement. I'd forgotten, he raced on.
Let me look at you. No, you must not turn away. I must look at you. That's the only way I can help you.
If he had to take a hand in the business of preventing an elopement, he was going to combine that business with pleasure.
You are sure you want me to help you? he asked.
Yes, so awfully much.
she cried then i must look at you look at you very closely he said with the utmost seriousness i don't understand murmured sadie both pleased and frightened by his intense scrutiny
i'll show you said barnes stand very still with your arms at your side there my but she's a picture i found out the first thing i read it in your eyes
what in a stifled whisper you don't approve of this elopement oh no sadie had yielded her eyes as if hypnotized there
I told you so, exulted Barnes.
You want to stop the elopement, but you don't know how to do it.
Yes, that's perfectly true, confessed the spellbound Sadie.
Shall I tell you how to stop it?
Yes, please do.
Then sit down.
He motioned to a chair three feet from where he stood.
The victim of this, his first excursion into the fields of
mesmerism, tripped with bird-like steps to the chair and sat down.
Barnes went easily toward her and sat down on the arm.
He was as solemn about it as if his every move were part of a ritual.
Now, please take off your glove, the left one, he commanded softly.
Sadie obeyed mechanically.
Barnes went on,
before deciding upon what you should do,
I'd like to know definitely about you, if you don't mind.
What do you want me to tell you? asked Sadie,
with a brave effort to keep her voice from running off into little tremors.
Nothing, replied the seer-faced Barnes.
What I want to discover, you may not even know yourself.
Allow me to look at your hand, please.
Sadie, yielded her hand.
hand with shy reluctance, allowing the young man to hold only the tips of her fingers.
Whitney Barnes bent his frowning eyes over the fluttering little hand, studied the palm for a long
second, then exclaimed suddenly,
"'By Jove! This is extraordinary!'
Sadie started, but her curiosity was greater than her fear.
"'What?' she asked, excitedly.
"'Really, one!
Wonderful, Barnes kept it up.
What, Sadie repeated in the same little gasp?
See that line?
He had taken possession of the whole hand now
and pointed with a long, ominous forefinger to the center of the palm.
Which line? inquired Sadie, eagerly,
getting her head very close to his as she pried into the plump,
practically lineless palm.
that one said barnes impressively no don't you see that it starts almost at your wrist now i see yes what of it
why it runs way round the bump or that is the bump of venus what does that mean asked sadie innocently oh a lot you are very affront you are very affront
affectionate and extremely shy.
Wonderful, exclaimed Sadie, amazed at the young man's stupendous skill.
Now here's a cunning little line, he pursued.
That shows something, too.
Does it show how to stop the elopement?
asked Sadie ingenuously, but making no effort to withdraw her hand.
Yes, and it shows that you and your friend are,
he paused to allow sadie to fill the gap and she did cousins and we live with auntie and we've been in new york a month
and your cousin hasn't known gladwin long only two weeks sadie was really awed that's right two weeks and she met him at the
he said to himself that here was a little game that beat any other known sport to flinders at a sale of old pictures and art objects said sadie supremely confident that he was reading her mind
a sale of pictures of course barnes led her on yes she was bidding on a picture and he whispered to her that it was a copy a fraud and not to buy it
that was the way they got acquainted but he wouldn't let her tell auntie anything about him just a moment cried barnes here's a bit of good luck i'd almost overlooked that line
sadie was on fire with curiosity and looked eagerly into his eyes you meet a dark man and he prevents the elopement perhaps that's you exclaimed the delightinged the delighting
girl, withdrawing her hand and jumping to her feet.
I'm sure it is, said Barnes, nodding his head.
Oh, I'm so glad.
But wait, said Barnes, going very close to her.
Please pay attention to every word I say.
Do all you can to get your cousin to change her mind.
Then, if she won't, tell your aunt.
But don't tell her until the last minute and...
But here's your cousin.
End of Chapter 18.
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Chapter 19 of Officer 666.
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Chapter 19.
Helen leaves an important message.
Helen Burton and Travers Gladwin were almost at the door leading from the treasure room
when the young man stopped and confronted the girl,
whose eyes were still bright with the anger he had kindled in them.
He smiled rather sheepishly, as he said,
"'Suppose I were to tell you that I am Travers Gladwin
and that the other Travers Gladwin with whom you think you are in love
is not Travers Gladwin at all.
Her lip curled, and she regarded him scornfully,
but she said nothing.
He went on into the other room,
holding back the portiere for her to follow.
Why don't you answer my question,
he insisted as she passed him.
It is much too silly, she said sharply,
then in a different tone to her cousin,
who still stood by Whitney Barnes,
with her color coming and going by turns.
Oh, Sadie, why didn't you come with us?
Travers has the most wonderful things.
Then you are not going to answer my question?
Travers Gladwin asked again.
I said it was much too silly,
the girl returned with increasing vehemence.
Gladwin came forward and explained to Barnes and Sadie,
i have been asking miss uh i've been asking how she'd take to the idea of my being travers gladwin helen was now thoroughly aroused as she turned why do you persist in asking such a question
i was wondering he said quickly whether you were in love with the man or the name have i given you the impression she began haughtily
scarcely able to control her anger.
Yes, you have, he said warmly,
and with all the dramatic emphasis he could command.
I am afraid you were thinking more of that rescue at Narragansett
and your desire to be free of poor Mr. Hogg
than you were of my poor friend.
This insult was more than she could endure.
She turned her back to address Whitney Barnes.
shall you be here when travers returns she said imperiously i am sure to see him before i leave responded the young man and would you be kind enough to give him a message for me
she had gathered up her furpiece and muff and was moving toward the door delighted said barnes with a deferential bow thank you so much i want you to tell him that i want you to tell him that i'm not that i want you to tell him that i'm going toward the door delighted said barnes with a deferential bow thank you so much i want you to tell him that
I cannot avoid the opera tonight, that I have simply got to go, but that I'll get away as soon
as I can and come to him directly from there.
But you can't do that, interposed Sadie in a voice that thrilled with alarm.
"'But I am going to do that,' cried Helen, her face aflame and her head held high.
"'And now we must go. I had no idea we'd stayed so long.'
Goodbye and thank you.
She had taken a step toward the entrance to the hallway
when Gladwin strode forward.
You didn't say goodbye to me, he said in an injured tone.
Then with a sudden vehemence,
But I am glad you didn't, for we are going to meet again.
I suppose we shall if you are here when I returned,
she said coldly and without looking at him.
When you return,
he said in quick surprise yes when i come back here to-night in the same disdainful snubbing tones you're going to meet travers here to-night he queried in palpable unbelief
yes i am he wanted me to meet him at the station but i insisted on coming here and what time was it travers wanted you to meet him here i'd almost forgotten
"'At half-past ten,' answered Helen, taken off her guard and submitting unconsciously to his cross-examination.
"'Oh, yes, at half-past ten,' he repeated.
"'That's right.
"'But you,' pointedly addressing Barnes, must tell him I may be late.
"'I will,' acquiesced Barnes, a trifle bewildered.
"'I hope you will be very late.'
cut in gladwin what do you mean she caught him up i mean you have no idea what a mad thing you are going to do
please she began icily don't be angry he pleaded i'm saying this for your good i don't care to hear it but you've got to hear it he cried
to leave your aunt and run off with a man you hardly know why you must be mad even to think of it how dare you speak to me in this way
if ever a young lady's fur was up as the saying is such was the case with the enraged helen burton if her eyes had been weapons to slay travers gladwin would have been annihilated at a glance but he stuck doggedly to his guns
well somebody ought to speak to you he ran on can't you understand that this man is no good that he must be a scoundrel to ask you to do such a thing that
stop i forbid you to say any more to say such horrible cowardly things about him behind his back you who claim to be his dearest friend
her anger was suddenly checked by a thought that flashed in her mind only a few minutes ago you said you were glad i was going to marry mr gladwin and that you would do everything in your power to help
and i jolly well meant it he acquiesced with a low bow you meant it then how could you oh and she started suddenly from him why didn't i see it before
You've been drinking.
Come, Sadie.
Barnes turned away with an uncontrollable snicker.
Gladwin was stunned.
As he saw her leaving him, he made a last desperate effort.
But just a moment.
Please, allow me to explain.
I said I wanted you to marry Travers Gladwin because I am...
I don't care why you said it, she flung at him,
"'Because I don't think you know what you're saying!'
She fairly sailed through the portieres,
leaving the young man staring after her
in a state of utter mental collapse.
The little cousin had listened to this impassioned dialogue
in the attitude of a frightened bird,
standing first on one foot and then on the other,
struggling with all her small nervous force
to hold back the tears.
As Helen disappeared, a sob escaped her, and she ran forward.
Barnes started after her.
Oh, Miss Sadie, just one word.
Oh, don't, please don't, she wailed over her shoulder.
But won't you let me call on you, just once, he pleaded in real distress.
Sadie stopped, gave him one frightened glance, smiled through her tears.
and burst out,
I shall be delighted.
Then she was gone,
and a moment later, the door slammed.
End of Chapter 19.
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Chapter 20 of Officer 66.
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Chapter 20 Michael Phelan to the rescue
The slamming of the door of the Gladwin Mansion struck upon the two young men as a numbing shock.
They stood looking at each other with eyes that saw not and with expressions of idiotic vacancy.
Within the span of a brief half-hour they had been swept along on a rushing tide of emotions.
They had been thrilled and mystified, mystified and thrilled.
nor was there any relief in the reaction there was more mystery and more thrill ahead that demanded immediate action naturally the bulk of the thrill was heaped upon traver's gladwin
he was not only fiercely convinced that he had fallen desperately in love but the unknown beauty who had kindled this passion had revealed that she was coming that night to his home to meet and elope with a villain and an impossible
here was a situation to scatter the wits of a napoleon it was no wonder that for a few moments his thoughts flattened themselves against an impassable barrier
whitney barnes was the first to revive and speak now what do you think of that he drew out with a long breath i haven't begun to think yet gladwin managed to stammer i'm in no condition to think i'm stuctor i'm in no condition to think i'm stuck
And you've traveled all over the universe in search of a thrill, eh?
Now you've got one, and you don't know what to do with it.
While Gladwin was groping for a reply to this thrust,
Batiotto breezed in with a swift sidelong rush, carrying a bulging portmanteau.
"'Bag all packed, sir,' announced the little Jap, standing at attention.
"'Take it back. I'm not going now.'
said Gladwin, gruffly.
Batiado's entrance had nipped another idea in the bud.
You no-go?
said the Jap, in surprise.
No-go. Take back. Unpack.
Yes, sir. Excuse me.
And Badiato started off with his usual noiseless rush.
Hold on, Gladwin checked him.
Wait a minute. Don't unpack it.
leave it in the hall i may want it at a minute's notice eh sir and the wondering valet steamed out into the hallway and vanished
what are you going to do now asked barnes lighting a cigarette and offering one to his friend gladwin took a turn about the room puffing nervously at the cigarette coming to a sudden stop he faced barnes and reeled off in a quick volley
i'm going to marry that girl i've been all over the world seen all kinds of em and right here in my own house i find the one-the only one on the verge of eloping with a bogus me
but i'm going to expose that man whoever he is i'm going to rescue her from him for yourself yes for myself and i'm going to put him where he can never annoy her any more
how the deuce are you going to do all this asked barnes planking himself down into a chair i don't know said the other but i'm going to move the whole western hemisphere to do it if necessary
rather a large contract drawled barnes but i say travers if that fellow is going to steal your pictures it sort of sizes up as a case for the police
of course agreed gladwin i was just thinking of that where's that man of mine badiato battiado
battiado responded with the swift obedience of a gin rising from a miraculous bottle is sir and the little son of nippon stood stiffly at attention ladies run off in otbil he volunteered as his master hesitated
never mind that i want you to find a policeman commanded gladwin policeman where i find him asked battiato in alarm recalling his uncomfortable experience with officer six sixty six
try a saloon said gladwin and when you found him bring him here quick ladies steal something ventured the jap starting for the door
odds bill go fast like winds someone is going to try and steal something replied the young man we must see that they don't hurry now
yes sir excuse me and battiato vanished that's the way to do it barnes enthused rubbing his hands get a policeman in here and when the other mr gladwin shows up nab him then this marriage
can't come off without the aid of a prison chaplain.
The excitement that for an instant had transfigured Travers Gladwin suddenly left him.
A look of dismay spread over his features.
By Jove, Barnes, he cried.
We can't do this.
Why not? asked Barnes.
Why? Because it would make a tremendous scandal.
I'm not going to have my future wife mixed up in any public hurrah for the newspaper.
papers. Think of it, her name in the papers coupled with the name of a crook. Her picture on one side and a rogue's gallery photograph on the other. Impossible. The police must know nothing about it.
I don't follow you, said Barnes. What are you going to do? Kill him and stuff him in that chest? He probably deserves it, but it would be an awfully unpleasant thing to have around the house.
shut up let me think cut in gladwin then he added with swift inspiration now i've got it i'll wait outside for her to come and warn her of her danger you stay in here and be on the lookout for the man
whitney barnes threw up his hands and ejaculated good night he made as if to start for the door no no whitney cried gladwin we must see this thing through together
you wouldn't want this sweet young innocent girl connected with a sensational robbery would you no barnes agreed soberly neither would i want any robber's bullets connected with me
"'You're a coward,' blurted Gladwin, hotly.
"'You bet I am,' acquiesced Barnes.
"'And I'm alive to tell it.
"' Likewise, I may have some marriage plans of my own.
"'But keep your hair on, Travers.
"'Let us do some real thinking, unaccustomed as we are to it,
"'and see if we cannot devise some safer plan.'
"'What plan is there?' groaned Gladwin.
let us think concentrate suggested barnes posing himself with his elbow on one hand and his forehead supported on the fingers of the other
gladwin unconsciously fell into the same pose and so they stood side by side with their backs to the hallway thought of anything barnes broke the silence not a damn thing retorted gladwin peevishly
A broken-legged minute had crawled by when Barnes spoke again.
"'I've got it!'
"'What?' Gladwin asked, uninspired.
"'Simplest thing in the world! Why didn't I think of it before?'
"'Somehow, I don't think it's going to be any good,' muttered Gladwin,
without relinquishing his thoughtful pose.
"'Listen,' said Barnes, impressively.
"'Go straight to the aunt and tell her the whole thing.'
Gladwin whirled around and gripped his friend's hand.
By Jove, you're right, Whitney!
We can make a lot of excuses for her,
youth and innocence and all that.
I didn't think you had it in you.
Come on, we'll go together.
Barnes's face fell, and he stammered.
But where does she live?
Where does she live? Don't you know?
No.
It was Gladwin's turn to throw up his hands.
And you don't even know her name?
No.
Then how in blazes were you going to call on that girl?
My thunder, I forgot all about getting her address, admitted the crestfallen barns.
Gladwin uttered a mirthless laugh and said with a sarcastic scorn,
Oh, yes, you had a fine plan.
I might have suspected it.
as much.
Pile it on, pile it on, growled Barnes.
I guess the painter has me sized up about right.
But we must do something that police will know nothing about, urged Gladwin.
Let's concentrate again.
Maybe a real idea will break out.
Again, the two young men wrinkled their brows in profound absorption.
They succeeded so well in their effort at concentration,
that neither was aware of the precipitate entry of Batayato and Michael Phelan,
both of whom had sprinted a distance of two blocks.
Phelan was puffing like a tugboat and stopped at the threshold of the room to catch his breath.
He had prepared his mind for all manner of excitement,
and had burst in upon a tomb-like silence to be greeted by two inscrutable backs.
"'What's this?' he panted.
Eden Musy or a prayer-meeting?
Barnes glanced over his shoulder and frowned.
Keep quiet, he said.
We're thinking.
Gladwin strove to invent an excuse for getting rid of the policeman.
What do you want? he bluffed, as if amazed at the sudden invasion.
What do I want? Shrilled Officer 666.
I come to find out what you's want.
I don't want it.
anything, said the young man with exaggerated politeness.
Thank you very much, but I don't want anything.
Good evening.
Good evening, echoed Barnes with another glance over his shoulder.
Michael Phelan turned purple.
He hadn't indulged in the most exhausting sprint in six months to be made sport of.
Which one of you sent for me? he rasped out.
The two young men pointed to.
to each other, which only served to fan the flame of Phelan's wrath.
"'Is one of you's Mr. Gladwin?' he gurgled.
They repeated the pantomime until Gladwin caught the fire in Phelan's eye
and decided that it would be better to temporize.
"'I am Mr. Gladwin,' he bowed.
Phelan measured him from the ground up as he filled his lungs for another outburst.
Why did you send for me? he demanded savagely.
This here little Japanese come running wild-eyed down me beat
and says there's two women been robbing the house.
What's all this monkey business?
Badiato is mistaken, said Gladwin, forcing a laugh.
No, sir, replied the Jap excitedly.
Ladies, run off quick in Big Otbil.
Now, wait, that's enough.
Gladwin stopped him.
You tell me find police, persisted the Jap,
who saw the terrible wrath of Michael Phelan
about to flash upon him.
That's enough, Gladwin sought to shut him up.
You say they steal. I go saloon.
Don't talk anymore. Don't speak again.
Go back to the hotel and wait for me.
I'll send for you when I want you.
Stop.
not another word battiato gripped his mouth with his fingers and stumbled out of the room avoiding the still glowering eye of officer six sixty six travers gladwin turned to barnes and attempted to say casually
when badiato gets an idea into his head there is no use arguing with him there is only one thing to do don't let him speak the young man started to hum a tune and stroll
toward the heavily curtained window that looked out on Fifth Avenue.
End of Chapter 20.
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Chapter 21 of Officer 666.
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Chapter 21.
Travers Gladwin goes in search of a.
himself. Policeman Michael Phelan was at first undecided whether to pursue the departing Batiado and arrest him as a suspicious person,
or to remain in the scene of mystery and get to the bottom of what was going forward.
He chose the latter plan upon the inspiration that if he arrested a millionaire, he would get his name in the paper,
and Rose might read of it and come to some realization of the immensity of his official dignity.
he was further urged to this course by the insolent nonchalance of the two young men they weren't paying any attention to him than they were to the inanimate sticks of furniture in the room
well what did you send furmy for he broke out again hurling the words at travers gladwin's back i thought you might like a drink replied that young man turning slowly and smiling upon the enraged blue coat
i never touch it shot back phelan and that's no answer to me question glad when stared at phelan steadily a moment his smile vanishing
As he measured the officer's height and build, an idea came to him.
His face lighted as he exclaimed,
"'I've got a great idea!'
"'Officer, I want you to do me a little favor.
How would you like to make five hundred dollars?'
If he had said four hundred dollars, or even four hundred and fifty,
the effect would not have been half so great upon Michael Phelan.
The mention of an even $500, though, was the open sesame to the very depths of his emotions.
Five hundred dollars represented the talisman that would lead him safe through purgatory into the land of sweet enchantments.
The fires of his wrath were instantly cooled, and he said feebly,
"'Are ye is trying to bribe me?'
"'Not at all, Sergeant,' said the young man, gravely.
I ain't no sergeant, Phelan retorted.
All right, Lieutenant, laughed Gladwin,
his good humor increasing as his sudden idea took shape in his mind.
Don't call me Lieutenant, said Phelan, with a return of temper.
Well, it's this way, Captain.
Nick's on the promotion stuff, shot back Phelan,
the consciousness returning that he was being.
kidded. I'm patrolman, and my name is Michael Phelan, and I'm on to me job. Mind that.
No offense, officer, Gladwin hurried on. I'm sure you're onto your job. No one could look at you
and doubt that, but I'll give you $500 if you'll lend me your uniform for a while.
Fri! Fri! Fri! Unis, say, what kind of a game you's up to!
two big events in phelan's life had blazed their films upon his memory in a blinding flash first there was rose and then there was that nightmare of a coroner's case when he had fled hatless and coatless down the stairs of a reeking east-side tenement pursued by the yells of a shrieking corpse
it's no game it's a joke replied gladwin whitney barnes who had been listening eagerly and had sensed gladwin's inspiration chimed in yes officer it's a joke
yis are offering me five hundred dollars for a joke said the flabbergasted phelan that's it returned gladwin i want to take your place i want to become stepping forward
forward to read the number on phelan's shield officer six six six for a little while phelan couldn't believe his ears stepping to one side he said behind his hand to barnes
this feller's off his dip don't he know that if i lent him me uniform it'd be me finish that's all right spoke up gladwin i'll guarantee to protect you no one will ever know about it you'll never make five hundred so easy again
say stammered phelan what's this all about well i've found out that a thief is going to break in here to-night
night. A thief? gasped the policeman. Yes, just for a joke, you know.
A thief going to break in here for a joke? yelled Phelan. Now I know your baddie.
Not a regular thief, the young man corrected hastily. He's a friend of mine, and I want to be
waiting in your uniform when he comes. I want to nab him. The joke will be on him, then.
you know all very simple you see added barnes simple as no i don't see snarled phelan the two of yis is bugs
but you will see went on gladwin if you'll let me explain in order to be a policeman i've got to have a uniform haven't i of course he has urged barnes
and yis are offering me five hundred dollars for a joke phelan dropped his arms limply at his side and permitted his eyes to bulge ad
that's it cried gladwin i assure you it is nothing serious or criminal i just want your uniform long enough to catch my friend and i'll give you five hundred dollars for lending it to me it's too big a risk panted phelan
producing an elaborate bandana and mopping his brow i won't do it it was manifest that officer six sixty six was sorely tempted
to goad him further travers gladwin produced a little roll of yellow-backed bills from his pocket fluttering the bills deftly he stripped off one engraved with an m in one corner and five hundred in the other
he turned it about several ways so that phelan could study it from all angles then he fluttered it before whitney barnes and said say barnes there's something really handsome about these yellow backs isn't there
notice how that five and those two knots are engraved and it's amazing how much a slip of paper like this will buy this was too much for phelan
he reached for the bill and grabbed it stuffed it into his trousers pocket and began unbuttoning his coat suddenly he stopped say he sputtered suppose there should be a robbery on my beat
that would be fine said gladwin i'd be a credit to you or a murder better still oh the risk is awful groaned faylon
Phelan. He started to button up his coat again when Rose's taunt came back to him. This time the
tempter delivered a vital blow, and he tore off his uniform coat and passed it to the young man.
Gladwin slipped it on over his other clothes. It fitted snugly. It just happened that the suit he wore
was dark blue and his trousers matched accurately.
Now the bonnet, he said, reaching for the uniform cap and removing it from Phelan's head.
And now, officer, your sword!
He grasped the proffered belt and buckled it on with a flourish, making as nanny a figure of a cub policeman as one would want to meet.
Phelan stood on dumbly, his face a steady in conflicting emotions.
Barnes's admiration of his friend's nerve was beyond power of words.
When Gladwin started for the doorway, however, he called after him,
Hey there, Travers, where are you going?
On duty, he responded cheerily.
And, by the way, Whitney, give Mr. Phelan that tray and decanter,
and see that he goes down into the kitchen and stays there until my return.
You remain on guard up here.
I'll look after the outside.
So long, mates.
Hold on, Phelan called out feebly.
I'd like to know what the devil it all means.
I'm fair, hypnotized.
It means, said Gladwin, pausing and turning his head,
that I'm going outside to wait for myself,
and if I find myself, I'll arrest myself.
if both myself and I have to go to jail for it.
Now, do you get me?
No, I'll be damned if I do, gurgled Phelan,
but the words had scarcely passed his lips
when the departmental guise of Officer 66
vanished from sight and the front door slammed with a bang.
End of Chapter 21.
Recording by Roger Maline.
Chapter 22 of Officer Szil.
666.
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Chapter 22.
A Millionaire Policeman on Patrol.
Travers Gladwin went bounding down the steps of his own pretentious marble dwelling
with an airy buoyancy that would have caused Sergeant McGinnis to turn men
back hand springs had he appeared to be going by on his rounds but fortunately mcginnis had passed on his inspection tour shortly before michael phelan had been summoned by batiotto
for three hours at least officer six sixty six would be supreme on his beat while the mcginnis contingency had never entered young gladwin's mind it did suddenly occur to him as he strolled john
along that he had neglected to ask phelan to define the circumscribed limits of his post what if he should happen to butt into another patrolman
certain exposure and all his plans would go fluey then there was the danger of being recognized by some of his neighbors and friends ah it came to him in a twinkling a disguise
here goes he said aloud i'll jump a taxi and see if i can hunt up a hair store the time was seven p m with the inky darkness of night blanketing the city so far as inky darkness can blanket a metropolis
the thoroughfare in which the young man stood was a long lane of dazzle wherefore the nocturnal shadows offered no concealment he cast his eyes up and down the avenue in search of a tramp motor-hack cruising in search of a fair
he had only a moment or two to wait before one of the bright yellow variety came racketing along he stuck up his hand and waved his baton at the driver there was a crunching of a moment of two to wait before one of the bright yellow variety came racketing along he stuck up his hand and waved his baton at the driver there was a crunching of
brakes and that taxi hove to and warped into the curb. The chauffeur had the countenance of a pirate,
but his grin was rather reassuring. "'Say me, friend,' began the young man in an effort to assume
Michael Phelan's brogue. Do you know the way to a hair store?'
"'A what?' the chauffeur shot back, while his grin went inside.
"'A hair store! I want a bit of a disguise for my features.'
whiskers, false hair, or the like.
Did ye stop to kid me?
Snarled the chauffeur.
You don't need to think,
because you got on a bull's uniform,
you can hurl the harpoon into me.
Or if it's a drink you're wanting,
reach in under the seat and there's a flask.
If you meant hair oil,
why didn't you say it?
Thanks, but tis no drink I'm after,
said the young man.
Tis a ride to a hair store,
and here's a tin spot for your trouble.
It was the way Travers Gladwin handled the skirts of his coat
in getting at his money that convinced the wise chauffeur
that he had no real policeman to deal with.
His grin came back and looped up behind at either ear.
"'I get your, Steve,' he broke out, reaching for the bill.
"'If it's disguises you're after, hop inside,
and I'll tulle you's over to Madame Flynn's on Avenue A.
To demonstrate to his uniformed fare
that speed laws in the greater city of New York
failed to impose any manner of hamper
upon the charioteering of the motor-driven hack,
the chauffeur of this canary-colored taxi
scampered across town at a 40-mile-an-hour clip,
during which patrolman Gladwin
failed to familiarize himself
with the quality of the cab's cushions.
but it was not a long ride and there was some breath left in him when the cab came to a crashing stop the young man was on the point of opening the door when a voice stopped him
keep inside you boob and pull the blinds down there's coppers on every corner now what is it you want in the way of whiskers or hair you can slip me the change through the crack
what's the prevailing style asked gladwin with a laugh are they wearing brown beards they are not mumbled the chauffeur i guess a wee bit mustache and a black wig will do you and if you want i'll get you a pair of furry eyebrows
fine cried the young man poking a twenty-dollar bill out through the crack in the door and don't be long the door slammed and a great stillness clapped down broken only by the running of the taximeter which seemed to be equipped with the motor of its own
the millionaire cop sat back luxuriously and inhaled a deep breath gad he exclaimed to himself i'm really beginning to live nothing but thrills for four hours and more and larger ones coming
presently the chauffeur returned opened the door a few inches and shoved in a small package you'll have to paste em on in the dark he said or ye can light a match you'll find a wee mirror in the bundle now where'll i drive ye's
back to me fixed post said gladwin only take it easy while i put me face on straight if you don't get it on straight or know yer'n no yer don't get it on straight or know your
brogue chuckled the chauffeur it'll not deceive a blind man in another instant the return journey was under way at reduced speed
travers gladwin first tried on the wig it was three sizes too large and he had to discard it next he had some trouble in deciding which was the mustache and which the eyebrows he had burned his fingers pretty badly before he made the selection and he had burned his fingers pretty badly before he made the selection and he had
and likewise he had singed one of the eyebrows.
But he managed to plaster them all on before the cab stopped,
and after one glance in the little mirror,
he was confident the disguise would answer.
When he stepped out of the taxi,
at almost the very spot where he had boarded it,
he felt that a big weight had been lifted from his shoulders.
"'How do you like me?' he asked the chauffeur gaily.
"'Is it an improvement?'
I wouldn't say yes nor no to that, said the chauffeur.
But tis a disguise, and that's what you were wanting.
Them eyebrows is grand.
Thanks, laughed Officer 66,
and here's a one hundred dollar bill which asks you to forget me uniform,
me number, and me face.
Tis done, agreed the chauffeur, tucking away the bill.
Only take a tip from a wise gink.
and keep deep in the shatters and when you pinch your friend don't let him holler too loud the yellow taxi was gone with a rush leaving gladwin to wonder at the amazingly shrewd guess of its pilot
when i pinched me friend he murmured twas just what i said to phelan why he was gazing after the taxicab when from the opposite direction there suddenly rolled into view a vast
touring car, with a familiar figure at the wheel, and alongside the familiar figure, a very pretty
girl. The car was barely rolling along, while its two occupants were talking earnestly,
their heads as close together as was possible under the circumstances.
"'Johnny Parkinson as I'm alive,' uttered Travers Gladwin.
"'Me old college, chum, and, as per usual, making love.'
yes me grinning chauffeur friend here's where we make a pinch and test madame flin's eyebrows officer do your duty
out he stepped into the roadway and raised his nightstick the big car came to a sudden stop and the two occupants stared angrily at the cause of the interruption i arrest ye's in the name of the law cried patrolman gladwin scowling so fiercely
that one of the eyebrows was in danger.
What's that?
Snorted the young aristocrat.
You're me prisoner, said Gladwin, easily.
I arrest you for breaking the speed laws, racing on the avenue.
It's an outrage, cried the pretty passenger.
We were scarcely crawling, Johnny.
You must be joking, officer, said Johnny,
and not very belligerently, for he had a bad record for speeding,
and wasn't sure that some earlier offence was not involved.
I'm not joking, replied Gladwin,
walking to the door of the tonneau and opening it,
and ye'll oblige me by driving to the police station.
He got in and lulled back cozily in the cushions.
Johnny Parkinson led in the clutch and rolled northward.
This was the strangest pinch of his experience, and he didn't know just what to make of it.
After he had gone a few blocks, he turned on his captor passenger and said,
"'Which station shall I drive to? I'm sure there must be some mistake.'
"'There's no mistake,' responded Gladwin, fairly screaming with joy inside at the bewildered and frightened look of his friend.
As for police stations, take your pick. I ain't particular. Drive round the block a couple of times and make up your mind.
Johnny Parkinson turned the first corner and then turned up again into Madison Avenue.
Gladwin could hear the couple in the front seat whispering excitedly, the girl almost in hysterics.
You've simply got to do something, Johnny, she was saying. You know,
if we get our names in the paper,
Father will be furious.
Remember what he said about the last time
you were arrested for speeding.
Running along Madison Avenue,
Johnny Parkinson slowed down,
turned again to the uniform in the back seat,
and said tremulously,
Can't we compromise this, officer?
I...
Not on the avenue, Mr. Parkinson.
You've got too bad a record.
But if you'll run the machine,
over into Central Park, where there ain't so many sergeants roaming around, we might affect a settlement.
A smile of great gladness illuminated the features of Johnny Parkinson.
He led in the clutch with a bang, and it was only a matter of seconds before the 90-horsepower car
glided in through the 72nd Street entrance to Central Park and swung into the dark reaches of the East Drive.
slowing down again the young man at the wheel turned and said anxiously the smallest i've got is a century and i really need some of that that's easy rejoined gladwin
sure and i'll change hundred-dollar bills every day slit me the paper and here's a fifty which is letting you off easy seeing you're an old offender the transfer of bills was made swiftly where
upon Gladwin commanded.
"'Now run me back to the peg-post and drop me off.
Only take it slow and gradual,
or I might have to pinch his again.'
A few minutes later, Gladwin heard the young girls say passionately,
"'Oh, Johnny, how could you give him the money?
He's no better than a thief.
I hope you've taken his number.'
"'It wouldn't do any good, dearest,' said Johnny, sadly.
they're all in together and i'd only get the worst of it but did you notice phyllis that he looks a lot like travers gladwin
impossible retorted the girl travers gladwin is good-looking and this man's nothing but an irish monster the girl was about to speak again when she was sure she heard muffled laughter behind her
then the car sped on into the avenue and just missed colliding with the fifth avenue motor bus officer six sixty six was put down a block from his own home and resumed the patrolling of the immediate precincts of the gladwin mansion
his only parting salute from johnny parkinson's car was a flashing glance of contempt from the girl whose identity he strove in vain to place
End of Chapter 22.
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Chapter 23 of Officer 666.
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Chapter 23.
Old Grim Barnes gets a thrill.
The precipitated departure of Travers.
Gladwin, left Whitney Barnes and the shirt-sleeved Michael Phelan, staring blankly at each other.
The unfrocked policeman was anything but an imposing figure, and the contortions of distress in
his rubicund countenance were grotesque enough to kindle the sense of humor in a far less
volatile mind than that of Whitney Barnes. His smile came to the surface and spread out in full
blossom. But it failed to find reflection in the features of Mrs. Phelan's son.
"'What the devil of your grinning at?' snarled Phelan.
"'You wouldn't see no fun in it if it meant your job and your pension and your self-respect.
Now, what is it all about?'
"'There you have me, officer,' responded the young man, lightly.
"'The riddle is dark on all four sides. You and I are in the same boat,
guardians of the castle against the mysterious foe.
While you guard the moat from the kitchen,
I will operate the portcullis.
Talk sense, will yous?
Hissed Phelan.
What emblazes has moats and port collars to do with it?
Only in a way of speaking, laughed Barnes.
But calm yourself, Mr. Phelan.
My friend is both wise and discreet.
He will do no disarm.
honor to your cloth, and together we will see that you suffer no material damage in this life.
I am unable to explain further, without uttering more confusion, so kindly take yonder
tray down into the kitchen. That little door on the extreme right, I believe, opens the way to
the lower regions. I am sure Badiato left the lights on.
May the blessed saints preserve ye if it's a trap you're rigging for Michael Faye.
phelan breathed that gentleman shaking his head dubiously tis not a step i'll go down into that kitchen till yas lead me the way and if there's any more raven maniacs down in them quarters i warn you it's shooting i'll be after doin
and phelan patted the bulge in his hip pocket as he swung around barnes led the way through the long narrow corridor to the rear of the house while phelan followed muttering and grueling
grumbling every inch of the way.
There was no further conversation between them
while they investigated the elaborate quarters below stairs,
and at last Phelan ceased his mutterings
and accepted from Barnes an armful of cook-books
with which to regale himself
until he was summoned to resume his uniform.
Returning to the big silent rooms above,
Whitney Barnes was utterly at a loss how to occupy himself.
the thundering stillness got on his nerves,
and he found himself thinking of a dozen different things at once.
But as idea pursued idea,
the image of the shy and winsome Sadie persisted in intervening.
So he dropped Travers Gladwin,
or rather the two Travers Gladwins,
Helen, Phelan, and all the others from his mind,
and gave himself up to the beautific contemplation
of the picture that was most soothing to his spirits.
For a while he lulled back in one of the great chairs,
shut his eyes, and revolved pleasant visions.
Suddenly he thought of his father and sprang to his feet.
By Jove! I'll break the news to the peter, he cried.
There's a telephone somewhere in this house,
and I'll call him up at his club.
He fairly danced out into the hall.
hallway, switching on lights wherever he could find a button to press.
Presently he located the phone in a secluded alcove
and slumped down on a die van with the instrument in his lap.
As a matter of fixed routine, it happened that this particular hour
found Joshua Barnes, mustard magnate, settled down to his cigar and coffee,
in which he found immense comfort after a hearty meal.
to be disturbed at this most luxurious moment of the day was to a man of his temperament about as pleasant a sensation as being stung by a rattlesnake
he sent the club attendant back to the phone with a savage growl and the message to his son to call him up in an hour or to come to the club in person the attendant crept back with the report that barnes junior insisted that
there could be no delay that he had a vastly important matter to report on old grim barnes flung down a cigar gulped his coffee till he choked and stamped off to the telephone booth well he bellowed
that you pater sorry to disturb you but of course it's important and no damn nonsense about it i no i haven't been arrested
and am not in a police station.
Then what the devil?
No devil, nothing of the sort.
On the contrary, quite the opposite.
I've called you up to report progress.
You know better than that, Dad.
I've only had two drinks.
I'd better take four more and sober up.
Now, Father Barnes,
will you oblige me by cooling off for an instant?
you recall that this afternoon you gave me a year within which to find a wife well i've found one already now you know i'm intoxicated was my voice ever soberer now listen
you won't listen but you must this is all up to you you commanded i obeyed say dad she's an angel i'm madly in love
with her. Who is she? Well, er, I really don't know. That is, her first name is Sadie. I...
Sadie what? Sadie Omaha. I mean, she lives in Omaha. What is her last name and who are her people?
To tell you the truth, I haven't found that out yet. I... I'm an ass. A
blank-ass? Just wait till you see her. I met her up at Travers Gladwins, andāTravers is in Egypt?
No, yes. Of course he is, butā'
The final outburst of paternal expletive fairly hurled Whitney Barnes from the phone.
There, by thunder! He's rung off in a rage.
There's the ungrateful parent for you, he muttered as he made his
way back to Gladwin's drawing-room. Here I've gone and broken my neck to fall in love for him,
and that's all the thanks I get for it. Well, I'll marry her in spite of him, if he doesn't leave me a
dollar. I could starve in a garret with her, and if I got too dreadfully hungry, I could eat her.
Hi-ho! But, says Mr. Whitney Barnes, you had better switch off some of these lights. This house isn't
supposed to be occupied. He left just one heavily shaded bronze lamp a beam. Then he carefully drew
all the curtains across the windows and tiptoed about the room with the air of a sinister conspirator.
He stopped in front of the great, mysterious-looking chest to one side of the entrance to the hallway,
lifted the heavy lid and looked in.
"'Here's where we will put our dead,' he said.
with the lugubrious grin,
let down the lid softly,
and crossed abruptly to the roomiest and coziest chair
beside the curtained window.
After another sweeping glance about the room,
he stretched his arms and yawned.
"'Reckon I better sleep off that jag,
the peter presented me over the wire,' he chuckled,
and down he slid into the soft upholstery,
raising his long legs upon another chair
and sighing with deep contentment.
His eyes roved about the room for a moment,
when he smiled suddenly and quoted,
Why let the stricken deer go weep?
The heart ungauled play,
for some must watch while some must sleep,
so runs the world away.
And upon the suggestion of the immortal bard,
he chose the sleeper's end of it and passed away.
End of Chapter 23.
Recording by Roger Maline.
Chapter 24 of Officer 666.
This Librevox recording is in the public domain.
Recording by Roger Maline.
Officer 666 by Barton W. Curry and Augustin McHugh.
Chapter 24.
Auntie takes the trail.
Mix a tablespoon full of cornstarch with a quarter of a quarter of a
cupful of water. Stir this into a cupful of boiling water and boil for two minutes. Then add the juice and
rind of a lemon and a cupful of sugar and cook three minutes longer. Beat an egg very light and pour the
boiling mixture over it. Return to the fire and cook a minute longer, stirring all the while.
A most tasty lemon sauce.
"'exploaded Michael Phelan,
"'hurling the book across the room
"'and bounding from his chair.
"'Sure, and I'll never be able to look
"'a lemon in the face again.
"'Lemon, lemon, lemon, lemon.
"'These blamed books are filled with them.
"'Tis a lemon I am myself,
"'and all for a lemon-colored bill.
"'But I'll not stand it a minute longer,
"'shut down into this tomb
"'with nothing but mice for company.
"'Wera!
"'Wera! Rosa Neal!
but your blue eyes and your black hair and your devilish smiles have spelled me finish phelan wrung his hands and took a turn around the room
now and again he stopped and shook his fist at the ceiling and at last beside himself he made a rush for the door that led to the stairway opening a crack he listened nothing but heavy silence beat down on him from above and he shivered
he looked back into the kitchen and his eye fell in the pile of cook-books with a muttered oath he flung himself through the doorway and crept upstairs
he had to feel his way through the narrow slit of a corridor above and it was with an immense sigh of relief that he opened the door and stepped into the great drawing-room he had left
in the dim light of the one glowing lamp he made out whitney barnes deep in the embrace of a great chair and sonorously asleep so that's the way he's keepin watch hissed phelan through his teeth as he fairly pounced across the room
first he seized the young man's feet and threw them from their resting-place to the floor exclaiming as he did so here you wake up yes dear mumbled the young man in his sleep i could abide with you always
don't jest be after deer an me snarled phelan wake up barnes opened his eyes and asked thickly what's a matter
what he's doin there cried phelan what am i doing here rejoined barnes now wide awake and getting on his feet why i'm keeping watch at the window on guard as it were
on guard is it snorted phelan on guard and snoring like a bazoo tis a fine night watchman ye'd make but say ain't you seen nothin o mr gladwin since
now i told you officer returned barnes severely that i would let you know just as soon as he returned i have been keeping guard here and no one could enter the house without my knowing it you will kindly return to the kitchen and wait
and you got no word from him asked phelan in manifest distress no with emphasis oh my oh my complained complained
Phelan, bitterly.
Sure, this is the worst muddle I ever got myself into.
The sergeant will find him in that uniform, sure.
It'll cost me me job, that's what it will.
How late is it now?
Barnes consulted his watch.
Five minutes past ten.
Holy Moses!
If I ever get out of this scrape,
I pity the man that offers me money for the lend of me uniform again.
I'll grab him.
by theāa sharp ring at the doorbell cut him short and wrote another chapter of tragedy in his
countenance.
"'Hello!
There's someone at the door!' spoke up, Barnes.
"'You'd better go and see who it is, officer.'
"'Me!' gurgled Phelan.
"'Me?
And walk into the arms of Sergeant McGuinness?
Let him stay out, whoever it is, or use go yourself.'
"'All right,' said Barnes.
and in case it should be your friend mcginnis you'd better go an hide in the kitchen like a brave officer i'll let you know when it's time to come out phelan did not budge as barnes left the room but stood muttering to himself
oh the devil did i ever let myself in for this thing i dunno that's what love does to you's a plague on all women if helen helen where are you cried
a shrill feminine voice that seemed to clutch the very heart of Michael Phelan with a grip of ice.
Holy mother! What's that? he breathed, backing away from the door.
Help! Murder! Police! was borne in on him, in even more agonized tones.
And before he could move another step, Mrs. Elvira Burton burst into the room,
flushed and wild-eyed, in the throes of one of her famous fits of hysterics of hysterics.
Phelan took a backward leap as she came toward him, and she yelled,
"'Stop! Stop! Where's my niece?'
With his eyes, almost out on his cheeks, Phelan managed to articulate.
"'What, ma'am? You know what I mean. Don't deny it,' Mrs. Burton shrilled.
"'I don't know what yis are talking about,' protested Phelan, backing toward the doorway that led to the
kitchen. The hysterical woman stopped, struggling for breath. When she could speak again,
she said fiercely, who are you? I, I, Phelan began. Tell me who you are, or I'll have you
arrested. I'll call the police. Oh, for the love of heaven, don't call the police, begged Phelan,
still backing toward the door. Then tell me what you are doing here.
i'll answer no questions cried phelan with a desperate backward leap he gained the narrow doorway behind and vanished he pulled the door shut and clung to the knob hearing the muffled demand hurled at him
here come back here helen helen i want my niece oh helen come to auntie then barnes and the other pretty ward of the distraught mrs burton entered the room
the young man had stopped sadie in the hallway to ask a few questions and endeavored to soothe the frightened girl he had taken possession of her hand again and still held it as he led her to the door of the drawing-room
they did not attempt to enter until after the precipitated disappearance of michael phelan as mrs burton stood looking helplessly at the closed door her ample bosom heaving and her breath coming in short hysterical gas
barnes was whispering to sadie ah miss sadie i can't tell you how overjoyed i am at seeing you again and so that's your auntie fancy that chap refusing to meet her why
that was as far as he got auntie suddenly wheeled round and caught sight of him ah glad win she screamed and made a rush for him
with all his characteristic aplomb and insouciance whitney barnes was unable to face such a rush with any degree of calmness no no a mistake he retorted and sought to sidestep mrs burton was too quick for him and seized his arm in an unarmness
iron grip.
Where is Helen?
What have you done with her?
She demanded in the same wild tones.
I don't know, stammered Barnes.
You have hidden her somewhere and you must give her up, stormed the woman.
You're a scoundrel.
You're a kidnapper.
You're a wretch.
She flung Barnes from her with all her strength, and he slammed against the wall.
She was about to charge upon him again when Sadie rushed between them.
Oh, Auntie, she cried.
This is not Mr. Gladwin.
Of course he isn't, chimed in Barnes, trying to shake himself together again.
He isn't Mr. Gladwin at all.
Then who are you? cried Mrs. Burton.
Oh, he's someone else, Sadie assured her.
"'Yes, you bet I am,' continued Barnes,
striving as best to appear his usual jaunty self.
"'I'm someone else entirely different.
I'm not glad when in the least.'
"'What are you doing here?' shout out Mrs. Burton.
"'Ah, that's it,' he responded.
"'I'm on guard, keeping watch.'
"'I knew it, I knew it!'
and the shrill voice rose to a plangent pitch again you have hidden her away helen helen helen now now my dear lady broke in barnes soothingly
i'm not your dear lady she flashed on him my dear auntie mrs burton's hysteria was becoming contagious i beg your pardon he added hastily your niece miss helen is not here
i've been watching for hours and she's not here no one is here that shirt-sleeved man is here and you're here but auntie he's a friend of mr gladwins interposed sadie
aha i knew it screamed mrs burton he's in the plot and again she plunged for him crying you're his friend you're helping him to steal my niece but you shan't
i'll prevent it i'll search the house come sadie barnes dodged skilfully and permitted mrs burton to pass out into the hallway sadie was about to follow when the young man stopped her
but i must go with auntie sadie objected never mind auntie now i want to tell you about your cousin then you've seen her no but you know where she is no
then what can you tell me about her everything sit down please remember you asked me to help you and i promise to do so
mrs burton had managed to switch on the lights in the big reception room back of the hallway and was searching behind curtains under books behind pictures and in innumerable other places after the manner of hysterical women
i said i would help you you know ran on barnes yes and sadie looked up into his eyes confidently do you know why i promised no why did you
barnes bent down toward her and said with all the ardor he could command because from the moment i saw you i became your slave when i saw how distressed you were about your cousin this evening
My heart went out to you.
The instant you left, I decided to act, and I've been acting ever since.
Oh, how kind.
What have you done?
I've watched.
Watched?
Yes, watched.
You don't understand that, but it's a very serious matter.
If you only knew how serious this whole thing is,
you'd realize how I am trying to help you, and the risk I am taking.
Oh, how noble you! How brave you are!
And if Mrs. Burton had waited another moment before returning to the room, she would have had another case for hysterics on her hands entirely separate and independent of Helen's elopement.
I can't find her! I don't believe she's in the house! wailed Mrs. Burton.
Barnes regarded her dumbly for a moment and then said slowly and ponderously,
my dear lady i assure you that she is not in the house if you'll only listen a moment i won't listen mrs burton snapped him up sadie jumped to her feet and rallied to barnes's defense
but auntie this gentleman has been doing everything he can to help us everything he's been watching watching watching what demanded auntie
suspiciously.
Ah, that's it.
What?
What haven't I been watching for hours?
cried Barnes.
But what have you been watching for, Mrs. Burton shrilled?
For hours.
What?
I mean, for yours, and Mercedes's sake.
And now, if you'll wait here and watch with me.
Now I see it all, stormed Miss.
mrs burton shaking her hand at barnes wrathfully you want to keep us here helen and that scoundrel have gone and you want to prevent our following them
no auntie he's trying to help us sobbed savey he's lying to you child said mrs burton shooting vindictive glances at barnes don't you know he's a friend of that wretch gladwin but they can't hoodwink me
I know what to do now.
Helen is not of age.
I'll swear out a warrant.
I'll have him arrested for abduction,
a state prison offense.
No, no, no, implored Barnes, in real alarm,
you must not do that.
That will make the whole thing public,
and that is just what Gladwin is trying to avoid.
Don't you suppose I know that?
sneered Mrs. Burton.
He's probably a bigam.
He may have a dozen wives living, the beast.
But won't you understand, insisted Barnes,
he's trying to save her privately.
Now, what are you talking about?
Mrs. Burton regarded him as if she had suddenly realized he was a raving maniac.
And by way of justifying her inspiration, he stumbled on blindly.
I don't know.
You see, it's this way.
Gladwin and I only found it out this afternoon, quite by accident, and we decided to save her.
That's enough, stop, cried Mrs. Burton.
You're talking all this nonsense to detain us.
But I won't stay a minute longer.
Come, Sadie, we will go to the police station.
I'll never rest until I have that monster in jail.
And with another dagger glance,
at Barnes, she swept her niece and herself out of the room and out of the house to the waiting
automobile. Barnes gripped his forehead in both hands to steady his reeling brain.
Isn't that just like a woman, he complained. After explaining explicitly she's going to
have him arrested. But by Jove, I must find Travers and warn him that the police are on his
track. Seizing his hat and stick, he rushed out into the night. Just in time to see Mrs.
Burton's, or rather Jebess Hogs, big car glide away from the curb and shoot down the avenue
like a vast projectile. End of Chapter 24. Recording by Roger Maline.
Chapter 25 of Officer 66. This Librevox recording is in the public domain.
by Roger Maline.
Officer 66 by Barton W. Curry and Augustine McHugh.
Chapter 25. Phelan meets his uniform again.
About the time the Gladwin Mansion was ringing with the shrill staccato outbursts of Mrs. Elvira
Burton, the owner of that luxurious dwelling was leaning against the Central Park
wall, a few blocks away, engaged in earnest conversation with a small boy.
you ought to be in bed the young man was saying severely looking down at the lad and noting how thinly he was clad and yet how little he appeared to suffer from the sting of the chill night air
bed nothin responded the boy curtly i'm lookin for me dog did ye has seen em go by he's a terro bread and lost one ear battling with a bull oh so you're her brother then laughed
gladwin.
Whose brother? asked the boy, suspiciously.
Mays, said Gladwin,
or I should say the brother of Miss May Henny.
Hully gee! ejaculated the boy.
Did that kid skin out too after me
and the old man telling her to stay in bed
and shut up her bellerun?
Yes, said Gladwin.
And the young lady, with my aid,
found the valuable animal you were searching.
for, a black dog with a white spot over the right eye and no tail.
"'Hully, gee!' cried the boy, ecstatically.
"'She found him, eh?
Well, who'd a tot it?
And me, looking for him, tree hours.
Where did she find him, officer?
His name's Mike, named after me old man's boss what bites nails.
We found him in the park in company with a disreputable friend, said Gladys.
gladwin a yaller mutt asked the boy with a contemptuous emphasis on the mutt that's the janitor's dog and he's nothin but a tramp i wish he'd fall into river and get at by a catfish
i wouldn't wish him all that hard luck laughed gladwin for he had a large bone he was sharing with mike i was watching them over the park wall when may came along i sent them all and the bone
home in a taxi cab.
In a witch,
ejaculated the boy while his eyes popped.
In a taxi, said Gladwin lightly.
Ah, say, and the little chap's jaw fell.
Now I know you're kidding.
Where'd may get the price of a taxi in...
Oh, I arranged all that,
the uniformed mystery explained, reassuringly.
And if you'd like, I'll call one for you,
you. You look pretty tired. I guess you've walked a good many miles on the trail of Mike.
The youngster tried to speak, but could not. The very thought of a ride in a taxi cab froze his
brain. Gladwin took him by the hand and led him to the curb.
Now, would you prefer a yellow or a red one, he asked. There's all kinds going by.
Yaller, cried the boy. I like
them best. They had only a moment to wait, when one of the mystic yellow hue cruised round a
corner and came toward them. Gladwin hailed it, and the chauffeur stopped with a wondering
look at the pair. Gladwin had a bill ready in his hand and passed it up to the chauffeur.
Take this boy over to number 287 East 80th Street, commanded Gladwin,
and whatever you've got left out of the ten,
spot above what the meter registers split the change with the boy and as for you son patting the urchin on the head you keep your eye peeled on the meter gee will i responded the boy
and as gladwin opened the door he hopped in and took up a perch where he could best observe the fascinating operations of the register the chauffeur a bullet-headed cross-eyed individual
squinted at the bill half a dozen times before he stowed it away in his pocket and set the meter then he made a swift fierce scrutiny of traversed gladwin's face shook his head swallowed a mouthful of oaths threw in the clutch and spurred it diagonally for the cross street
as he vanished the uniformed similitude of officer six sixty six consulted his watch made out that it was almost ten-thirty and strode rapid
in the direction of his home. He wore a smile that was fairly
refulgent.
Wouldn't have missed this night patrol for a hundred thousand, he said inwardly,
and they say that the life of a patrolman is a monotonous drudgery.
Arriving at the stoop of his home, he reconnoitered the avenue in both directions
and then looked up at the black windows of the house.
A sudden lull had come upon the neighborhood, and there seemed
not a soul stirring. He sped lightly up the stoop and let himself in. He was surprised to find the lights
burning brilliantly in the drawing room and no sign of barns. The heavy curtains, he saw,
were carefully arranged to prevent the merest ray of light from showing outside. He took the
further precaution, however, of turning off all but the single globe in one lamp. He speculated
and the disappearance of Barnes until he heard a stealthy step approaching through the corridor
that led to the kitchen. Without noise, he glided to the window and concealed himself behind
the curtains. He had scarcely hidden himself when the hinged panel that answered for a door
opened slowly, and the countenance of Michael Phelan protruded itself into the room.
The Phelan shoulders and Embom Point, still in Neglige, followed.
followed. Taking a cautious step forward, he uttered behind his hand.
"'Pst, pst! Pst! Hey, use there!'
There was no answer, and Phelan worked his head round like a wary weasel, muttering,
"'Who was that woman, I wonder?'
She must have took that slim jim away with her.
"'Musha, musha, if they should call the police!'
bad cess to that feller in his five hundred dollar bill murther murther i'm done furr travers gladwin had stepped out of the folds of the curtain
hey there he blurted what he is up to holy st patrick i'm gone now sure groaned phelan and trembled where he stood come come officer six sixty six laughed gladwin i'm only your ghost
Phelan exhaled a tremendous sigh of relief.
"'The Lord be praised, if it ain't ye is,' he exclaimed, delightedly.
"'But where did you get that disguise?'
"'At a hair store.
"'Madam Flynn's on Avenue A.
"'Do you like it?' laughed the young man.
"'I didn't want any of my friends or neighbors to recognize me, you know.'
"'But for the love of heaven, where've ye's been all the time?' asked Phelan.
sinking into a chair and breathing hard.
"'Patrolling my beat. I mean your beat,' returned the young man,
and keeping my eye out for my friend the burglar.
Oh, I've had quite a party. When I got hungry,
I sent to the plaza for lunch and sat on the park wall and ate it.
And by the way, I saw a friend of mine coming along in an automobile,
and I arrested him for speeding.
What? Phelan exploded.
jumping to his feet and turning white as his boiled shirt.
Yes, nabbed him for breaking the speed limit, Gladwin nodded,
leaning back against a table and lighting a cigarette.
For, for, for, for, for, you's made an arrest?
Exactly, he was going so slow he deserved to be arrested,
and what's more, he was making love to a rest.
pretty girl without shame. I got in and told him to drive me to the station.
Phelan threw up his hands with a groan.
And did you take him to the station?
How could I? Chuckled Gladwin. I didn't know where it was. That is, your station.
So I told him most any would do. We wrote about a bit, and as he didn't seem anxious to be
locked up, I compromised for $50.
It was really quite simple, Phelan.
And if I'd only had more time, I might have got back that $500.
You've lost me me job, that's what you've done, moaned Phelan, while his brain reeled with
pictures of police headquarters, trial rooms, and ruthless commissioners.
Come, give me the uniform, he cried with a sudden accession of passion.
what's that asked the young man quickly his grin vanishing me uniform rasped phelan with a rush toward the young man give me me uniform and let me get out of here
gladwin dodged around the table protesting no no not yet the burglar that is my friend will be here any moment your friend phelan stopped again a prey to be one
wilderness. Yes, yes, I explained all that before, the one I'm playing the joke on.
You don't suppose I'm going to take it off now, do you?
Yus can bet your life you're Zah, roared Phelan, with another savage rush around the table.
I've had enough of this, and too much.
Now, just a minute, pleaded Gladwin.
I assure you, everything is all right, and I'm not going to leave the house again.
If anything happens, so you need your uniform, I'll be right here where you can get it.
I'm not going to leave the house.
Tell me, where's Barnes?
Who? said Phelan, more calmly and pausing in his pursuit.
My friend, the one I left here.
I don't know. There was a ring at the bell here a while ago, and in come a wild woman, and...
Great, Scott!
I hope my friend wasn't scared off.
If that fellow was to meet her here at 10.30,
why, it's after that now.
Here, Phelan, quick, help me put these covers on the chairs and things.
Over there in the corner, back of the chest.
He mustn't know that anybody's been here.
Hurry, man, hurry!
We haven't a second to spare.
Phelan submitted to the breathless commands as if he were hypnotized,
puffing and blowing like a porpoise as he struggled to slip the linen covers over the chairs gladwin worked at top speed too and just as he was covering the great chest he gave a start and held up his hand
sh he whispered there's a motor stopping outside you go down into the kitchen and be ready to come up if you hear me whistle but you'll promise you won't leave the house with them clothes gasped phelan
no no certainly not be quick now i'll switch off this light and step out on the balcony close that door tight after you and be sure you switch out the lights in the back hall
gladwin only waited for the disappearance of phelan and the soft closing of the door when he plunged the room into darkness he could hear the click of a key on the front door lock as he groped his way to the window curtains and pressed back
into the semicircular recess that led out onto a window balcony. As he did so, he unlatched the
heavily grilled balcony window, drew out his penknife, and slid a peephole in the curtain.
End of Chapter 25. Recording by Roger Maline.
Chapter 26 of Officer 666.
This Librevox recording is in the public domain.
Recording by Roger Malene.
officer six sixty six by barton w curry and auguston mckew chapter twenty six gladwin meets himself
standing as stiff and immovable as if he had been turned to stone travers gladwin peered with one eye through the narrow aperture he had slashed in the heavy brocade portiere still gazing into inky darkness he could hear the cautious tread of two persons
his senses told him that one of the visitors was a heavy sure-footed man and that the other was of lighter build and nervously wary his deduction ceased instantly as a flash of light crossed his vision
for a moment the concealed watcher saw nothing save the incisive ray of light that cut like a knife thrust through the darkness then as he followed the shaft of light to its source he made out the silhouette of a man in evening dress
a white shirt front square shoulders that branched off into the nothingness of the cloaking shadows and a handsome sharp profile that lost itself in the gloom of a silk hat he also made out a cane from which the flashlight beamed
it was a new device to the experience of travers gladwin and he watched it with the same fascination that a man is wont to manifest in the gleam of a revolver muzzle that suddenly protrudes itself from the misdhwin and he watched it with the same fascination that a man is wont to manifest in the gleam of a revolver muzzle that suddenly protrudes itself from the
mysterious depths of night. The wielder of this smart burglar's implement did not move as he gashed the
darkness with the ray of light, and to Gladwin he seemed inordinately calm. His companion was somewhere
behind him, groping, and did not come into the picture until suddenly he found the push-button
in the wall and switched on the full glare of the electrolyers suspended from the ceiling.
Gladwin saw and recognized.
He drew in a deep breath of surprise.
It was Watkins, the thieving butler he had discharged in London.
His attention did not linger on this familiar soft-shuffling tool of the master thief, however,
but snapped back to the big, good-looking young man with the branching shoulders
and erect, confident carriage.
Used as he was to a macheteer,
at exteriors, Travers Gladwin had never seen a better-groomed man. He had never seen a man with a
quicker eye and more unconscious grace of movement. It was no wonder that bitter envy
gnawed his heart for a little while, as there rose again before him the picture of that
bewilderingly pretty girl and her passionate insistence that she would elope with Travers
Gladwin in spite of any and all obstacles.
that underneath all these splendid sheathings the man had the mean spirit of a deceiver and a robber never entered the young man's head but presently things began to happen with such avalanching rapidity of action that there was not even a second to spare for speculation upon the vast gap between their social positions
the lights had hardly been switched on before the big fellow put the sharp query to his companion watkins is this room just as you left it when you went away with mr gladwin
i don't know sir replied watkins with characteristic deference of tone battiato the jap closed the house huh said the other laying his cane and hat on a table and drawing from the pocket of his life
overcoat, a blueprint diagram of the house.
Casting his eyes about the room, he unfolded the diagram and pointed to it, nodding his
head behind him for Watkins to come and look.
We're in this room now, he said easily.
Yes, sir.
Out that way is the corridor to the kitchen.
He pointed to the panel-like door, which a few minutes before had swallowed the very much
undressed officer 666.
Yes, sir.
And there's no other way out, save through the front door or by way of this balcony behind those curtains?
No, sir.
And, still running his fingers over the diagram, on the floor above our Gladwin's apartments?
Yes, sir, at the head of the stairs, first door to the left.
Oh, very good.
slipping the diagram back into his pocket
and lifting his eyes to the great portrait of the ancestral Gladwin.
Ah! he exclaimed suddenly, and with palpable relish.
That's a steward!
Is that the great-grandfather, Watkins?
Yes, sir, responded Watkins, without any of his companion's enthusiasm.
Huh, with the same grim emphasis,
and off came the overcoat to be carelessly.
tossed across his hat and stick.
His eye fell upon the great antique chest by the wall.
He lifted the lid to inspect its void interior.
Glancing up above it, he motioned to Watkins and said,
Here, help me get this out of the way!
Watkins glided to one end of the chest,
and together they hauled it clear of the wall.
This done, he addressed Watkins as if he were but a creature to command,
i can manage alone in here but i want to be ready to leave by the time miss burton arrives you go outside and wait in the car and keep a sharp lookout
watkins bowed himself out with his stereotyped yes sir and the door clicked gently after him the now lone invader returned to his interested survey of the paintings that covered the walls turning easily on his heel until his line of his line of
vision embraced the blue boy.
From his difficult peephole, Travers Gladwin could see the sharp, stern features wrinkle
with smiles before the intruder laughed lightly and breathed with seeming great enjoyment.
Ha! the blue boy!
The smile went out as swiftly as it had come and was replaced by an utterly different expression
as he swung about and visualized the Rembrandt on the wall above where the great empty chest had
stood there was reverence and quick admiration in every feature as he bowed and exclaimed with a long sigh rembrandt rembrandt god to paint like that
the emotions of this remarkable young man came and went with the quickness of his eye while still in the act of outpouring his admiration he whipped from the tail of his dress-coat a flat fold of a dozen or more sheets of wrapping-paces
shook them out and laid them on the lid of the chest with another swift gesture he produced a knife sprang the thin gleaming blade and walked up to the rembrandt
he raised the knife to the canvas with the ease of a practiced hand when he heard a movement behind him and turned his head travers gladwin had stepped from the sheltering screen of portieres and stopped abruptly
whatever shock this sudden apparition of a uniformed policeman was to the man caught in the act of cutting a priceless canvas from its frame he managed to conceal by taking tight grip of every muscle in his body
his eyes revealed nothing there was no rush of color to or from his face his first change of expression was to smile dropping the arm that poised the knife he let himself down easily from tiptoe and turned squarely to gladwin
good evening officer he said without a tremor showing his teeth in as engaging a smile as travers gladwin had ever looked upon
evening said gladwin shortly with an admirable affectation of phelan's brogue do you find something on the balcony that interests you said the other slowly still holding his smile and his amazingly confident bearing
you climbed up there to enjoy the moonlight perhaps he added even more softly gaining reassurance from the wooden expression that gladwin had forced upon his features
no not the moonlight responded the uniformed similitude of officer six sixty six the other light i seen em go on this house has been closed for months
oh yes to be sure the other shrugged your most alert officer right on the job as they say i congratulate you i've been watching this house ever since mr gladwin went away
said Gladwin slowly, unable to make up his mind whether to call Phelan or to continue the intensely interesting dialogue.
His visitor decided the situation for him, by coolly lighting a cigar, taking a few deliberate puffs,
and turning it over in his fingers to inspect it, as if it were the only object worth attention in the room.
Gladwin read this elaborate by-play for what it was worth, an effort to decide,
just how best to play his part, and was pleasantly thrilled with the realization that he himself
was so well disguised in the uniform of Officer 666. So he clung to his own role and forgot Michael
Phelan.
"'Mhm,' said the invader, reflectively, "'that's very good of you, officer. Let me offer you
this as a slight token of my appreciation.' His left hand slid into his trouser.
pocket and brought up a roll of bills. His nonchalance was a perfect mask as he stripped off one of the bills and held it out carelessly to Gladwin.
On his part, Gladwin's expression was superbly blank as he reached for the bill, pocketed it, and said with his purring brogue,
Thank you, sir, and might I ask who ye are?
Hmm, that's good, chuckled the other, now thoroughly massac.
of himself and utterly confident now who do you suppose officer would come to the front door unlock it walk in and turn up the lights a thief
they do sometimes said gladwin cocking his head to one side with an air of owlish wisdom the other raised his eyebrows to express surprise do they really he drawled you amaze me on my eyes
Officer, I've always supposed they broke in somehow and used dark lanterns.
Not always, said Gladwin obstinately.
The big man shrugged his shoulders contemptuously, puffed his cigar for a moment, and said indulgently,
Well, I'm sorry, officer, to deprive you of the pleasure you would evidently derive in catching a thief and making an arrest.
Now, with a light laugh, who might you imagine?
I was. Well, if I wasn't sure Mr. Gladwin was across the Atlantic, I'd imagine that yis were Mr.
Gladwin himself. This was said with such laborious caniness that the thief made haste to discover
just how the land lay. Oh, so you're sure Mr. Gladwin is abroad, eh? Well, I see by the papers.
A real hearty laugh escaped this time, and...
and he added brightly.
"'Well, Mr. Policeman,
I'll tell you something to help you make a good shrewd guess.
Mr. Gladwin is not abroad.'
"'Then you're Mr. Gladwin, sir?' cried the young man eagerly,
as if delighted at the discovery.
The other leaned back against the table,
crossed one foot over the other, and said musingly,
"'You found me out, officer, I must admit it.
permit me to thank you again for looking out for my house and if you don't mind i'll double this little reward again the roll of bills came out and another twenty-dollar gold certificate was gathered in by officer six sixty six who grinned as he took it
thank you sir the gesture with which this second benefaction was bestowed was a gesture of dismissal and the bestower set off on an easy saunter about it
about the room, humming a tune. Officer 666 did not move, and after a moment, the other casually
remarked, "'You don't seem to be in any hurry to get back to your post, officer.'
"'No, sir, I ain't in no hurry.'
"'Have a cigar, then!' and one was offered, with the same assumption of good-natured indifference
that had accompanied the tender of the bribes. Gladwin accepted the cigar, took
off his cap, dropped it in, and returned the cap to his head.
The thief was puzzled for a moment, until it occurred to him that it would suit his
purpose best to have this thick-skulled copper in his company, rather than have him go
outside and discuss the matter with a more shrewd superior.
Therefore, he said quickly,
"'Oh, officer, could you be spared off your rounds for, say, an hour?'
"'Why, yes, sir.'
I think so.
Well, I want you to do me a favor.
I'll pay you well for it.
What is it?
You look to me like a chap who could keep a secret?
That's part of me trade.
Good.
Well, then, I'm expecting a call from a lady.
Oh, I see, sir, and Gladwin forced another fatuous grin.
No, you don't see, said the other other.
impressively, this lady is my fiancƩe.
Well, that's your business, sir.
Gladwin was beginning to enjoy the battle hugely.
You don't understand, explained the thief.
I'm about to be married.
Oh, is there about to be married?
With a slight wince.
Yes, I'm going to be married tonight, secretly.
Is that so?
Well, I can't help you as about that, can I?
Oh, yes, you can, because I want it kept quiet on the lady's account.
Well, I'll help you keep it quiet on the lady's account,
with an emphasis that got away from him, but was misinterpreted.
Good, and out came the roll of bills again,
and another yellow boy was slipped into the greedy palm of Officer 66.
thank you sir but what can i do sir i'll show you later on in the meantime help me take the covers off this furniture and make the place look habitable
hurry now for i haven't much time that's the idea brisk switch on the hall lights you can find the button then go upstairs and straighten my room gladwin stopped in his activities as if he had run against a wall
Your room, sir?
Yes, at the head of the stairs, first door to the left.
Then come back here and help me pack.
End of Chapter 26.
Recording by Roger Maline.
Chapter 27 of Officer 666.
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Officer 66 by Barton W. Curry and A.S.
Augustine McHugh.
Chapter 27.
Misadventures of Whitney Barnes.
Just as it had not occurred to Travers Gladwin
to ask Michael Phelan to define the limits of his beat
along Fifth Avenue, so it happened that Whitney Barnes
went forth in search of his friend without even the vaguest notion
of where he might be found.
It is doubtful if young Mr. Barnes knew what a policeman's beat was.
Certainly he did not conceive of it as a policeman's,
a restricted territory. He had gone about six blocks at his best stride, eagerly scanning both
sides of the avenue, before the thought came into his mind that he might be going in the wrong
direction, and that he might keep on indefinitely to the Staten Island ferry, and obtain never a
glimpse of the borrowed uniform of Officer 666.
But I must warn the chap, he thought fiercely, or there will be the very deuce and all to
Hey? Whitney slowed down, came to a full stop, and was meditatively chewing the head of his cane,
when an automobile halted at the curb. A head thrust itself out of a window of the limousine,
and a musical voice asked,
Why, Mr. Barnes, what are you doing here?
Whitney Barnes guiltily jumped and barely missed swallowing his cane.
Vol-planning to earth, he looked for the source of this dissoning.
dismaying interruption. He recognized with a start one of the past season's debutante's,
whose mama had spread a maze of traps and labyrinths for him, Miss Sybil Hocker Spunge of New York,
Newport, Tuxedo, and Lennox. Before he could even stutter a reply, a motor footman had leaped
down from the box and opened the door of the limousine. Miss Hocker Spunge fluttered out,
contrived her most winning smile and repeated,
"'Why, Mr. Barnes, what are you doing here?'
Her big doll eyes rolled a double circuit of coquetry
and slanted off with a suggestive glance at the massive doorway
of the Hocker Spunge Mansion, one of the most aristocratically mortgage dwellings in America.
"'It is rather late for a call,' she gushed suddenly.
"'But I know Mama!'
impossible cried barnes that is i beg your pardon i should be charmed but the fact is i was looking for a friend i mean a policeman uh you haven't seen a good-looking policeman going by have you miss sybil
all the coquetry and miss hawker's eyes went into stony eclipse you are looking for a policeman friend mr barnes she said icily gathering up her skirm
and beginning to back away.
I hope you find him.
She gave him her back with the abruptness of a slap in the face.
In another moment he was again a lone wayfarer
in the bleak night wilderness of Out of Doors Fifth Avenue.
Indubitably he had committed a hideous breach of good manners
and could never expect forgiveness from Miss Hawker's sponge.
She had really invited him into her home
and he had preferred to hunt for a policeman friend.
Yet the tragedy of it was so grotesquely funny
that Whitney Barnes laughed,
and in laughing dismissed Miss Hawker-Sponge from his mind.
He must find Travers Gladwin,
and off he went at another burst of speed.
He covered about three blocks without pause.
A second and far more sensational interruption
came from a side street,
and again of the feminine.
engender. It was a tall, weird-looking figure wound in a black shawl, and it bumped squarely into
Whitney Barnes and brought him up sharply, spinning on one foot. Before he stopped spinning, he felt
himself seized by the arm. Without warning, a bundle was thrust into his arms, and he had to
clutch it. In another instant, the weird figure had fled up the avenue, turned a corner, and vanished.
Instantly, the bundle that Whitney Barnes held awkwardly and painfully, as if it were a firebrand, emitted an anguished whale.
If that wasn't a pretty pickle for Whitney Barnes, his cane had clattered to the pavement, and he did not dare stoop to pick it up.
The anguish from the bundle he held increased terrifically in volume.
He could feel beads of perspiration running down his face.
What in desperation was he going to do with that awful bundle?
He knew intuitively that the tall, shawled figure would never return.
My God, he cried, I'll be arrested as the father of it,
and what will Sadie say to that?
It was no wonder that the son and air of old grim barn sweated.
It wasn't perspiration.
One doesn't perspire in such awful straits,
one sweats like a navvy.
It seemed ages before he could form the impulse
to move in any direction for any definite purpose.
He was on the point of making up his mind
to lay the bundle on the doorstep
when he sensed a heavy step from behind
and was paralyzed by the gruff ejaculation.
Well, I'll be damned!
Barnes twisted his head
and beheld a big, deep-chested policeman,
a haughty, domineering police.
policeman, who showed in every inch of him that the gods had anointed him above the mere ranks of
mortal patrolmen.
"'Take it! Take it!' cried Barnes, extending the bundle toward the uniformed presence.
"'It's not mine!' he almost shrieked.
"'A woman gave it to me, and I have a very important engagement, and must hurry!'
Sergeant McGuinness, for twas none other, drew back and waved the bundle from him.
just a minute my young friend he spoke through one side of his large mouth you'll hold that infant till its mother comes or you'll go with me to the police station and tell your story to the captain
but i can't wait wailed barnes i've got to find a policeman a policeman eh well here's one for you and a sergeant at that i mean a friend it's horribly important i'll get to find a policeman i'll get you and a sergeant at that i mean a friend it's horribly important i'll get to you
give you anything you ask if you'll only take this howling bundle.
None of that, young feller, McGinnis snapped him up.
You'll give me nothing, and you'll come sharp and straight to the station.
Now I know there's something back of this.
But I haven't time, Barnes objected.
It's most horribly important that I should find,
Chop it, chop it, you'll come with me, and you'll lug that infant.
If you won't come quiet, I'll slip the nippers on you.
Barnes realized the hopelessness of the situation and looked about him wildly.
Stop that taxi cab, officer, he urged as he saw one of the vehicles approaching.
I can't walk like this. I'll pay the fare. I'll pay everything.
McGinnis consented to this arrangement. The taxi cab stopped.
A few minutes later it bore the sergeant.
his prisoner and the still howling infant
to the threshold of the East 88th Street Police Station.
McGinnis consented to carry the infant as they got out
and once inside the station lost no time in turning it over to the matron.
Hello, McGinnis! said Lieutenant Einstein from the desk.
What's all this?
McGinnis explained in a few crisp sentences.
Is the captain in, Lieutenant?
he asked.
This young fellow is after trying to bribe me.
Barnes protested that such a thought had never entered his head.
I simply told him, he declared hotly,
that I had an important engagement.
Looking for a policeman, he says.
For a friend.
I may have said policeman.
I may have said anything in such a beastly situation.
I am sure that when the captain hears me,
he will understand immediately.
"'That may be true, sir,' said the lieutenant politely.
"'But the captain is out at present and won't be back till after midnight.
If you want to, you can sit in the back room and wait for him.'
Further protestations were unavailing.
With a sigh of despair, Barnes permitted himself to be led to the back room,
where he dropped down on a chair and looked savagely about him.
The room was empty and there was nothing to gaze at,
save four blank walls
and a black cat sitting in a corner idly washing its paws.
Now and then a door opened, a face peered in,
and the door shut again.
Somewhere a clock ticked dolefully.
An hour passed while the young man sought in vain
to enchain his incoherent thoughts.
He could think of nothing vividly.
he could recall nothing at all whenever the wail of that infant the matron was caring for reached him he writhed and ground his teeth
in this sad plight he remained until a door near him opened and a man in plain clothes came stealthily in he walked straight to barnes bent down and whispered
if you've got a hundred dollar bill about you drop it on to the floor and walk out the lieutenant won't see you the individual turned on his heel and went out the way he had come he did not shut the door tightly behind him
barnes felt that an eye was watching through the slit so he lost no time in jumping to his feet getting his money out of his wallet and dropping two one hundred dollars bills on the floor
this done he jammed the wallet back in his pocket picked up his cane and gloves and opened the door through which he had entered the room he started warily forward with his eye straight ahead
he could feel that the lieutenant who sat behind the high railed-off desk was the only person in the room and he could hear the scratch of his busy pen gaining the street entrance he drew an immense sigh of relief opened it eagerly and fairly leaped outside to the steps
as the door shut behind him he thought he heard a sudden explosive laugh but it meant nothing to him as he hurried along blindly increasing his pace at every year's time he thought he heard a sudden explosive laugh but it meant nothing to him as he hurried along blindly increasing his pace at every
stride. At the corner of Third Avenue, he stopped and consulted his watch.
It was midnight. End of Chapter 27. Recording by Roger Maline.
Chapter 28 of Officer 666. This Libervox recording is in the public domain.
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Officer 666 by Barton W. Curry and Augustine McHugh.
chapter twenty eight an instance of epic nerve travers gladwin scaled the great staircase three steps at a time stumbling against a divan he threw himself across it and lay for a few moments stretched on his back with every muscle relaxed
he felt as if he had been buffeted by mighty tempests and overwhelmed by cataclysms his head throbbed with fever and he felt a sickening emptiness inside
How was he going to avert the catastrophe of an elopement,
and at the same time, save himself and that charming young girl from a shrieking scandal?
There didn't seem any coherent solution.
If Whitney Barnes had only remained with him,
at least to lend him moral courage,
where had the confounded ass gone?
Why didn't he return?
A fine friend in need was he.
there was no time to unravel his perplexities and lay any definite plan he must act taking his cue as it was presented to him by the racing events of the moment
he got up from the die van and rushed downstairs he cleared the last landing with a momentum that slid him across the polished floor of the hallway after the manner of small boys who slide on ice
he fairly coasted into the room but his precipitate intrusion did not in the least disturb his visitor during gladwin's brief absence that supernaturally composed individual had cut the rembrandt from the frame and laid it on one of the sheets of wrapping paper he had spread out on the chest
he had also cut out a manet a corot and a vegas all small canvases and hung them over the back of a chair as the owner of these masterpieces skated into the room the thief was taking down a masonier frame and all
fondling it tenderly and feasting his eyes in the superb wealth of detail and the rich crimson and scarlet pigments in the tiny oblong within the heavy gilt mounding
ah officer you are back he said easily as gladwin staggered against a table and gripped it for support the methodical despoiler did not so much as turn his head as he placed the misonier on the chest and deftly cut out the canvas
his back was still squared to the flabbergasted young man as he continued come get busy officer if you are going to help me take down that picture o'clock
over there on the right. He pointed and went on wrapping up the immensely valuable plunder.
Gladwin got up on a chair and reached for one of the least noteworthy of his collection.
No, no, not that one, said the thief sharply. The one above!
An old Dutch painting that had cost around ten thousand dollars. The young man took it down gingerly,
biting his lips and cursing inwardly.
that's it he was rewarded bring it here gladwin managed to cross the room with an appearance of stolid indifference and as he handed the picture to the collector he said haltingly
i take it these pictures is worth a lot of money sir you're right i take it said the other with a laugh beginning at once to slash out the canvas yes sir i mean you take it said gladwin
viciously. The wrathful emphasis missed its mark. The collector was humming to himself and working
with masterful deafness. "'Now that woman's head to the left,' he commanded as soon as he
had disposed of the Dutch masterpiece. "'And be quick about it. You move as if you were in a trance.'
Gladwin saw that he was to take down his only Rubens, wherefore he deliberately reached.
for another painting, the Blue Boy.
No, not that thing, exclaimed the collector.
Why, what's the matter with this one, sir? snapped back, Gladwin.
It's a fake, said the other contemptuously.
I paid two old frauds five hundred pounds for that thing in London a couple of years ago.
It's absolutely worthless from the standpoint of art.
Gladwin looked at him in open-mouthed amazement
and slid from the chair to the floor.
How had this astounding person come by the secret of the blue boy?
There was a positive awe in Gladwin's gaze
as he sized up the big man, again from his shining patent-leather shoes
to his piercing eyes and broad intellectual forehead.
He fairly jumped when the command was repeated to take down the room,
and hand it to him. As he handed it over, he stammered,
I don't think much of this one, sir.
You don't, said the other in pitying disgust.
Well, it's a Rubens, worth forty thousand dollars if it's worth a cent.
Yes, don't tell me, Gladwin managed to articulate.
Indicating the full-length portrait of the ancestral Gladwin, he added,
who is that old fellow over there, sir?
Kindly, don't refer to the subject of that portrait as fellow,
the other caught him up.
That is my great-grandfather,
painted by Gilbert Charles Stewart more than a century ago.
You monumental liar was on Gladwin's lips.
He managed to stifle the outburst and ask,
Are you going to take all these pictures away with the estuptu?
tonight? Oh, no, not all of them, was the careless reply. Only the best ones.
How unspeakably kind of him, thought the unregarded victim.
If you's one of the others, he said with fine sarcasm, I could pack him up after you're gone
and send them to you's. That might be a good idea, officer. I'll think it over, the pilferer
thanked him. Then he went on with his task of taking the back out of the mounting of the
Rubens, showing that he did not trust his knife with such an ancient and priceless canvas.
Gladwin was thinking up another ironic opening when the doorbell rang. He jumped and cried,
"'If that's the lady, sir, I'll go and let her in.'
"'No, you wait here,' the other objected. She might be frightened at the
sight of a policeman. You stay here. I'll let her in myself. And he strode swiftly out into the hallway.
End of Chapter 28. Recording by Roger Maline.
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Recording by Roger Maline.
Officer 666 by Barton W. Curry and Augustin McHugh.
in which the hero is kept on the hop.
Travers glad when watched the big handsome mispresentment of himself
disappear into the hallway with every nerve at full strain.
As he heard the door open, then a delighted feminine cry
and the unmistakable subtle sound of an embrace,
he ground his fingernails into his palms and bit his lips.
Every fiber of him burned with jealous hatred of this imposter.
If there had been only more of the brute left in the Gladwin strain,
undoubtedly there would have been a sensational clash between the two men
for the benefit of the beautiful young girl who Gladwin strove to acknowledge
was the helpless pawn of circumstances.
But the refinements of blood robbed the physical man of his savage resources
and impose a serious hamper upon his primordial impulses.
Helen came into the room with the thief's arm about,
her waist, while Gladwin stood dumbly at attention, his features hardened and inscrutable.
At sight of his uniform, and, failing to recognize him in his disguise, the girl turned pale
and uttered a frightened exclamation.
"'Don't be alarmed, dear,' the man at her side reassured her, smiling down upon her.
"'This is only officer!' he looked up with a laughing expression of inquiry.
"'Murphy!
"'Hur?' responded Gladwin, through tightly compressed lips.
"'Yes,' the pretender nodded quickly.
"'Murphy, Officer Murphy, my dear.
"'Looks after my house when I'm away.
"'He is one of the city's best little watchman,
"'and he is going to see that everything is made safe and secure after we have gone.'
Helen breathed an exclamation of relief,
but the fright in her eyes lingered,
as the unconscious feeling struck in that the attitude of the policeman seemed more,
than a trifle strained. She carried a little grip in one hand, which the bogus Gladwin
took from her and handed to the real Gladwin, nodding significantly for him to leave the room.
Turning to Helen, he said,
But why did you bring the bag, dear? My man told me he found your trunk at the Grand Central Station.
Yes, Helen answered, but Auntie insisted that I go to the opera, so I had to pack my
traveling dress. I slipped out of the opera during the entree act and went home to change my gown.
I was so frightened and in such a dreadful state of nerves that I couldn't.
A shudder ran through her, and she seemed on the point of breaking down, when the man with whom
she had chosen to elope drew her to him and said with what had every expression of genuine tenderness,
"'There, there, dear, calm yourself. Why, you're trembling like a leaf.
there is nothing to be frightened about now she yielded to his embrace and he bent down his head to kiss her on the lips whatever he projected in the nature of an enduring osculation was spoiled as gladwin dropped the bag to the floor with a crash
the man looked up angrily and the girl gave a frightened cry what's the matter with you officer the thief shot at him excuse me sir said gladwin
with mock humility, turning away his head to hide his emotions.
As the girl shrank from his arms, the thief switched his attention from Officer 666
and led her to a chair, resuming his gentle tones.
He pressed her to sit down, saying,
"'I am just packing up some pictures. I shan't keep you waiting long.
Now, that's good. You're getting calmer. You're all right now, aren't you?'
yes travers dear she responded with an effort looking into his face i shan't break down she went on with a nervous laugh i'm stronger than i look i've made my mind up to it the trouble is that my heart won't behave it's beating terribly just feel it
he was about to place his hand on her heart when gladwin was seized with the paroxysm of coughing the thief straightened up and turned scowlingly upon the young man
say what's the matter with you mccarthy murphy sir gladwin retorted me throat tickled me well returned to the other sharply if you would move around as i told you your throat wouldn't tickle you get something to pack the other
paintings in. There isn't anything in this room. Go upstairs and get a trunk."
"'I don't know where there is none, sir,' Gladwin objected.
"'Well, look around for one, a small empty trunk, and be quick about it,' he spoke with crackling
emphasis. Stung to the quick by the overbearing insolence of this command, it required a prodigious
effort for the young man to control his voice, he said with difficulty,
I was thinking, sir, suppose the trunk is full.
The thief squared his broad shoulders and walked threateningly toward Gladwin.
He stopped directly in front of the young man and said through his teeth,
slowly and deliberately and without raising his voice,
If the trunks are full, now listen carefully,
because I want you to understand this.
If the trunks are full, then empty ones.
do you get my meaning take the fullness out of it and after you have done that and there is nothing more left in it then bring it down here now do you think you get my idea clearly
yes sir said gladwin dully feeling that there was no way out of the situation for the moment save to obey strive as he might he could not wholly shake off the influence of this splendid big animal
most dominating willpower.
And if it affected him that way, he didn't wonder at the spell the man had cast upon the
impressionable and sentimental Helen.
He left the room with a sudden spurt and swiftly mounted the stairs, the chief object of
his haste, being to prevent an extended interview in his absence and a resumption of tender
dialogue.
He had scarcely gone when the spurious Gladwin turned again to the girl with his most
engaging smile and softest tones.
You see, dear, with a sweeping gesture that included his work of
spolation, I am taking your advice, packing only the most valuable ones.
I am afraid, Travers, said Helen, rising from her chair and coming toward him with all her
impulsive love and confidence restored, that I am giving you a lot of trouble.
trouble, he cried, with the gushing effusiveness of a matinee idol.
You're bringing a great joy into my life.
He took her hand and caressed it, adding with the true lover's frown of perplexity,
But are you going to be happy, dear?
That's what you must think of now, before it is too late.
It was a magnificent bluff and carried with deadly aim.
The girl stopped him passionately.
must not stop to talk about that now. There isn't time. We must hurry, dear, and get away before
Auntie finds out and comes after me. Do you think she'll come here? he asked slowly,
while his forehead wrinkled. I'm afraid Sadie will tell her.
Sadie, your cousin? Huh. He made no effort to conceal that he was thinking rapidly.
"'Perhaps you'd rather postpone it after all, Travers?' she said quickly,
while the color rushed to her cheeks and her lips trembled.
"'If you only thought at best, I'd like to tell Auntie what I'm going to do.'
"'No,' he retorted.
"'We can't do that.
We've gone over all this before.
It must be this way, or not at all.
Which is it to be?'
"'I've given you my word, you know,' she said,
her breath.
That's my brave little girl, he cried with a burst of feeling, reaching out his arm to embrace
her.
Crash! Bang! Biff! Slam! Bam!
There burst into the room, Officer 66, and tangled in the lid and straps of an empty trunk.
It was a steamer trunk, and not very heavy, but Travers Gladwin was far from adept in
baggage smashing.
He had wasted so much to.
time in hunting for the trunk that he had sought to make up for the delay by executing what
resembled an aeroplane descent. At the final twist of the staircase, the trunk had mastered him
and charged with him into the room. As he lay sprawled on the floor with a foolish grin in his
face, the discomputed lover turned on him with the voice of fury, "'Officer! What the deuce is the matter
with you? The intense savagery of his tone made the girl shrink away from him and turned pale.
He managed to cover his brakes so quickly with a forced laugh and an effort to assist Gladwin
to his feet that her fear was only momentary. In the last stage of his downward flight,
Gladwin glimpsed that he had dropped in barely in time to spoil another touching scene.
With a grin of sheer delight, he asked,
where'll I put the trunk, sir?
Put it there!
The self-styled Gladwin pointed to the right of the chest
and set to work to gather up his few hundred thousand dollars worth of pelfth.
He was about to place the flat packages in the trunk
when he turned to Helen and asked,
Do you see any others that you'd like me to take, dear?
Oh, you know best, she replied,
only I should think that you would take some of the miniature
the miniatures he asked raising his eyebrows yes said the girl they are the loveliest i have ever seen and they'll hardly take up any room at all if we are going to be away such a long time i think it would be safer to take them
it was palpable to travers gladwin that the big chap had received a psychic jolt for his hand trembled a little as he laid down the canvases on top of the chest and addressed the girl
i didn't know you'd seen the miniatures oh yes when i was here this afternoon he took this between the eyes without flinching his voice was marvellously steady as he said i didn't know you were here this afternoon
"'You didn't,' she asked in a puzzled tone.
"'How funny! You'd just gone out when I called,
"'but two of your friends were here,
"'and one of them showed me the miniatures,
"'and China, and plate, and lots of things.
"'Why, I left a message for you about the opera.
"'Didn't they tell you?'
"'The girl stood with her back to Gladwin,
"'and the man she had dressed slowly turned his head
"'and glanced over her head with a keen,
flashing look of inquiry.
Gladwin lifted his chin a little and met the look without change of expression.
Didn't they tell you, Travers, the girl repeated.
Yes, yes, they told me, he said hastily, still maintaining his fixed gaze upon Gladwin.
There was barely an instant's pause before he spoke.
Officer, kindly go up to my room and see if you can find a bag and pack a
enough things to last a week or two.
Yes, sir, Gladwin flung out of the room.
He started noisily up the stairs until he saw that the thief had turned his back to him,
whereat he vaulted the banister and dropped lightly upon a die van
in a recessed niche that could not be seen from the room he left.
The moment Gladwin vanished, the thief turned to Helen and asked sharply,
"'What time did you see my friends here?'
"'A little after five,' replied the girl,
recoiling slightly with the look of dismay,
for there was a new raw edge to the sharpness of his tone.
"'Did you tell them about the elopement?' he said less harshly,
but with a scarcely veiled eagerness.
"'Why, they knew all about it,' Helen hastened to reply,
searching his face apprehensively.
knew about it he mused fairly grinding his brows together under the pressure of his agitated thoughts what did you tell them he queried steadily measuring her fresh young beauty
and vowing to himself that whatever struggle impended he was going through with it to the limit of his resources that we were to meet here she answered with increasing fear
that we were to meet here he repeated yes at half-past ten oh was it something i shouldn't have told them she cried coming toward him
once more officer six sixty six snapped the tension he had wriggled around the staircase and found the suit-case battiato had packed and left for him hating to play the role of an eavesdropper any longer than necessary he made a flying start
and burst into the room.
End of chapter 29.
Recording by Roger Maline.
Chapter 30 of Officer 666.
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Recording by Roger Maline.
Officer 666 by Barton W. Curry and Augustin McHugh.
Chapter 30.
Gladwin comes out of his shell.
What the...
The spirit.
The serious aristocrat and art collector suppressed his torrid exclamation.
The impulse moved him to seize the uniformed butter in
and pitch him through the nearest window.
He was big and powerful enough to do it, too.
In the furious glance he got, Travers Gladwin read a warning
that in an earlier stage of his career would have made him feel mighty uncomfortable.
Now he liked the smell of danger and met the message of wrath without a flicker.
what's that you've got there the thief having mastered himself asked pointing to the grip tis the bag you asked for sir drawled gladwin i told you to pack it said the other sharply
all packed sir hunting clothes shirts ties socks he looked up with a boyish grin and the big chap was stumped for a moment the thief said slowly
now take it up to my room and unpack it it was his turn to grin what sir asked the dismayed gladwin
i shan't want these things after all came the velvety rejoinder unpack it carefully and bring it back here and kindly be more careful of the stairs when you come down one step at a time please now what are you waiting for
gladwin withdrew reluctantly stealing a glance at helen as he sidled through the curtain doorway her eyes never left the face of the man she thought she loved but whose character was being swiftly revealed to her in a new light
that resourceful individual waited only for the blue uniform to pass through the portieres when he sprang forward and reached out on both sides for the heavy mahogany folding doors
he brought them together swiftly and softly then ripped down the portieres from the pole flinging one to the left of the door and the other across the chest
now listen helen he cried seizing her roughly by the shoulder it may be that we will have to get out of here in a hurry why what's the matter she stammered wincing at the crushing grip of his hand
he replied with a swift rush of words that fairly stunned her your aunt may find it out and try to stop us now i shall be on the lookout but i want you to do everything i tell you i'll see if the coast is clear in case we have to go out the back way
in the meantime i want you to wrap these pictures for me i wouldn't ask you dear only we haven't a minute to wait he darted across the room and opened the narrow door that
led to the back stairs corridor. Helen stared stupidly after him until he disappeared and then turned
toward the chest and went to work wrapping up the precious canvases like one in a trance.
She had scarcely started when the folding doors opened noiselessly and Batiato stuck in his head.
Fearing that some harm had come to his master, the little Jap had left the Ritz and sprinted
all the way to the Gladwin mansion.
He was breathless and wild-eyed, yet he had entered the house as silently as a breath of air.
Peeking into the room, Batiato noticed the ripped-down portieres and devastated picture frames.
His oriental mind told him but one thing. Robbery.
Seized with a violent spasm of loyalty to his master, he brushed into the room and exclaimed,
"'What's this? Oh, hell, damn!'
helen was in too good training by this time to swoon though she wanted to she started back in alarm and exclaimed oh how you startled me battiato circled round her like an enraged rat
you no fool me i know you teef you steal picture i get police much police whole big lot police quick he headed for the door
helen pursued him crying see here wait a minute you don't understand mr gladwin the jap was gone and the hall door slammed after him before she had reached the folding doors
in another instant travers gladwin who had been making a vain hunt for a revolver in the upper part of the house came flying down the stairs and assailed the frightened girl with another overwhelming shock
seeing she was alone he threw himself into the breech headlong miss helen just a moment i've been waiting for a chance to speak to you you must get away from here at once do you understand at once
don't waste time talking go quick while you have a chance you mustn't be mixed up in what's coming the girl felt that her heart would burst with its palpitations of fear but she was incapable of flight
her limbs seemed like leaden weights some force working without the zone of her mental control made her stammer who are you
listen the young man raced on and you must believe what i say this man you came here to meet and elope with is not travers gladwin at all she expressed her horrified disbelief in a frozen stare
it's true he pursued passionately he's an impostor the real travers gladwin you met here this afternoon he was i that is i was he
I mean, I am Travers Gladwin.
Only I've got this uniform on now.
It is only on your account that I have not caused his arrest and a sensation.
I can't have you mixed up in a nasty scandal.
I want to save you, don't you see I do?
But I can't wait much longer.
I don't believe what you are saying.
I can't believe it.
Oh, it's too horrible, sobbed Helen,
clinging to a fragment of her shattered idol as a drowning man clings to a straw.
Gladwin was on the point of resuming his appeal when he sensed a heavy tread.
He had divined that the picture thief had left the room to reconnoit her emergency exits
or to learn whether or not the house was surrounded.
He had hoped that he might run into Michael Phelan,
but did not stop to puzzle out why this had not happened.
Backing to the door, he whispered,
he's coming question him that's all i ask i'll be waiting to see that you get out in safety trust me he wriggled backward and disappeared through the folding doors
end of chapter thirty recording by roger maline chapter thirty one of officer six sixty six this libervox recording is in the public domain recording by roger maline
officer six sixty six by barton w curry and augustine mckew chapter thirty one a visit to the exiled phelan but where oh where was the exiled phelan when the bogus gladwin went on his back-stairs investigation
puzzled as he was by the fast-moving events of the night stripped of the uniform of his authority still his police instincts should have warned him of this new character
in his dream. Michael Phelan, however, was busy, busy in a way one little would suppose.
As the gentlemanly outlaw entered the kitchen, Phelan was standing on the tubs of the adjoining laundry,
his face almost glued to the window pane, and his eyes uplifted to the fourth-story
rear window of a house diagonally opposite, through which he could observe a pantomime that thrilled him.
It was late, well-past bedtime, even for the aristocratic precincts of New York.
Yet there was going on behind that brilliantly lighted window,
a one-man drama strangely and grotesquely wide awake.
A first casual glance had conveyed the impression to Phelan
that a tragedy was being enacted before his eyes,
that murder was being done with fiendish brutality,
and he, Phelan,
powerless to intervene. The seeming murderer was a man of amazing obesity, a red-faced man with a
bull neck and enormous shoulders, clad in pink-striped pajamas and a tasseled nightcap of flaming red.
Back and forth the rotund giant swayed with something in his arms, something which he crushed
in his fists and brutally shook, something which he held off at arm's length and hammered with
ruthless blows.
The murder and bast!
Ejaculated Phelan, as he switched off the one light he had been reading by,
and darted into the next room to get a better view from the summit of the kitchen tubs.
Suddenly, the mountain of flesh and the debile victim that he was ruthlessly manhandling
disappeared from view.
For several long thundering seconds, the petrified Phelan could see nothing save a dancing
crimson tassel, the tassel attached to the nightcap.
Surely a mighty struggle was going on, on the floor.
Phelan did not hear the light step upon the kitchen stair
or the stealthy tread of the big man in evening dress
as he pussyfooted his way to the kitchen door leading out into the backyard
and found that it was easily opened.
Every sentient nerve in Michael Phelan's being
was concentrated in his eyes at that moment.
and it is highly doubtful if he would have heard a fife and drum corps and full Blair enter the kitchen.
He heard nothing and saw nothing below that upward focal angle.
The man Phelan should have heard flashed the light in his cane only at infrequent intervals.
He did not aim its bright revealing beam into the half-open door of the adjoining laundry,
and he was as unconscious of the proximity of Phelan as that unfrocked or de-unifference,
officer was of the invader. He returned to Miss Helen Burton in complete ignorance of the fact
that the lower regions of the dwelling were otherwise than empty. But the second he re-entered the room,
he saw the girl was strangely agitated and that she feared to look at him. Laying down his cane,
he crossed the room to her side and said in his softest tones,
"'Well, you haven't got on very fast in your packing, have you, dear?'
Helen was leaning against the back of a chair, feeling she was surely going to topple over in a swoon.
Summoning all her reserve of nerve power, she strove to reply, naturally,
"'No, IāI didn't quite understand how to pack.'
He was at her side now, and seized both her hands.
why helen what's the matter your hands are cold as ice he spoke warmly and tenderly while at the same time his eyes were everywhere about the room and he was listening with the wary alertness of a rodent
there was more than a little of the rat in the soul enclosed in this splendid envelope it's nothing only i'm faint she said tremulously
that policeman has been talking to you hasn't he he said quietly yes he has she blurted with a catch in her throat did he tell you who he was
he measured out each word and conveyed the sense did he tell you who he pretended to be yes the girl responded scarcely above a whisper
he took her by the shoulders and turned her squarely toward him looking down into her face with frowning eyes now helen i want you to tell me the truth the truth you understand i shall know it even if you don't who did he say he was
was. A feeling of repugnance took possession of the girl, and she shook herself free and stood back.
Her body had warmed into life again, and she looked steadily into his eyes as she answered,
Travers Gladwin! He needed all his great bulk of flesh and steel-fibred nerve to fend off this shock.
Not the remotest fancy had crossed his mind that Travers Gladwin might be in New York,
it was with a palpably forced laugh that he ejaculated travers gladwin oh he did huh the girl had read more than he imagined the sudden contraction of his features and dilation of his eyes had revealed
i want you to tell me the truth you must she said passionately who are you a man who loves you he let go impulsively the desire to possess her had sprung uppermost in his mind again
but are you the man you pretended to be are you travers gladwin she insisted compelled against her convictions to grope for a forlorn hope
and if i were not he cried with all the dramatic intensity he could bring to voice if instead of being the son of a millionaire a pampered mollycoddle who never earned a dollar in his life suppose i were a man who had to fight every inch of the way
he stopped his alert ear had caught a sound in the hallway he sped noiselessly to the folding door and forced one back revealing officer
Murphy. Come in, he said threateningly, and Gladwin came in a little way.
Where's that bag? said the thief with a glare and a suggestive movement of his hands.
What bag, sir? said Gladwin, feeling that for the moment discretion was the better part of valor.
The one you brought in here. You told me to unpack it, sir. It's upstairs, sir.
Go and get it. Go now, and don't waste time.
Gladwin went, determined this time that he must arm himself with some weapon,
even if it were one of the rusted old bowie knives of his grandfather that ornamented the wall of his den.
He estimated accurately that he would prove a poor, weak reed in the hands of that Hercules in evening dress,
and while the thought of a knife sickened him, he was impelled to say.
seek one. As he mounted the stairs, the thief strode to the table near the window,
and gathered up Helen's opera cloak and handed it to her.
"'Now go quickly,' he urged. "'My car's just across the street. There is no time to argue
your absurd suspicions.'
"'No, I shan't go,' retorted Helen, accepting the cloak and backing away.
"'So you believe that man?'
he asked reproachfully.
I am afraid I do, she said firmly.
Then I'll show you, mighty quick, you're wrong, he cried as a crowning bluff.
He's probably some spies sent by your aunt.
I'll get my man in here and will have him arrested after you and I have gone.
Wait here, I shan't be a moment.
As the door slammed after him, Helen ran to the window.
and then back to the door.
She was now terribly alarmed on another score.
She feared to go out, and she feared to remain in the house.
She feared physically, feared violence.
Travers Gladwin had found the buoy knife
and slipped it into his trousers' pocket.
Then he had gone down the stairs on the run.
As he entered the room and saw that the man had gone,
he said,
is he running away and without his pictures or his hat and coat?
What's his game, I wonder?
He's coming back. He says my aunt sent you here, said Helen, but less afraid at his return to the room.
Never mind what he says, Gladwin returned, gesturing excitedly.
You must go home now. Tomorrow you can learn the truth.
But if I go out, he'll be.
be sure to see me, she protested.
Gladwin looked about him and thought a moment.
Do you see that little alcove back of the stairs?
He said quickly, pointing.
Helen crossed the room and nodded.
Well, hide in there, he commanded.
The curtains will conceal you.
If he and his man come back, I'll get them in this room.
Then I'll press this button, see?
He indicated a button and added,
That rings a buzzer. You can hear it from the alcove, and then slip out the front door.
The girl paused but an instant, then fled to the place of shelter.
End of Chapter 31.
Recording by Roger Maline.
Chapter 32 of Officer 66.
This Libervox recording is in the public domain.
by Roger Maline.
Officer 66 by Barton W. Curry and Augustine McHugh.
Chapter 32, in which Bluff is Trump's.
Having disposed of the girl for the moment,
Travers Gladwin decided it was time to call Michael Phelan to his assistance.
There was no telling what this amazing crook might do now.
He was too much for him.
That a thief and imposter could possess such superhuman
nerve had never occurred to his untutored mind. He was a perfect dub to have let the situation
reach such a stage of complexity, though the one thought uppermost in his mind was to save
Helen from public ridicule and contempt. He had reasoned it out that just the uniform of
Officer 666 would serve him almost as a magician's wand. He had almost counted on the thief
taking one craven look at his constabulary disguise, and then leaping through the window,
fleeing like a wolf in the night. He, Travers Gladwin, remaining a veritable hero of romance,
to soothe and console Helen, and gently break the news to her, that she had been the dupe of
an unscrupulous criminal. Instead of which, he grounded his teeth, went to the little panel
door and shouted Phelan's name.
Mrs. Phelan's son came a-running.
He had been on his way.
The vast girthed individual in the pink-striped pajamas and tasseled nightcap
had accomplished his awful purpose, but the climax had been anti-climax, and
Phelan had ground his teeth and rage.
He had been on the point of bursting through the window and somehow scrambling aloft
to the rescue of that helpless being who was done.
being ground and wrenched and pounded by that porcine monster,
when the monster suddenly rose to view again with a dumbbell in each hand.
The jaw of Officer 666 slowly dropped as he watched the manipulation of the dumbbells.
There was no passion in the stodgy movements of the great paddy arms.
Even so far away as he was, Phelan could see that the man puffed and blew
and that his vigor was slowly waning.
Then suddenly the huge man stooped
and held up in plain view a dangling wrestling dummy.
The lone watcher swallowed a savage oath.
Sure, t'was exercising and not murder he was doing,
Phelan hissed through his teeth.
His anger was white-hot.
Again he had been the victim of delusion
and had wasted heroic emotions on a stuffed dummy that served merely as an inanimate instrument in a course of anti-fat calisthenics every nerve in phelan's body was fairly a bristle as he made his way upstairs and burst into the great drawing-room and picture gallery
for the love o hyvin he cried give me me uniform and let me out of here here's your uniform i've had enough of it replied gladwin throwing him the coat and cap and get into it quick there's work for you right in this house
there is not nor play neither snapped phelan i've got to go out and chase up a drunk or throw a faint or get run over or something desperate to square myself with the cap
captain. I'm an hour overdue at the station.
You'll square yourself at the captain all right, if you just do what I tell you, said Gladwin,
eagerly, helping him on with his coat and pushing him toward the window recess.
You go right in there behind those curtains and wait till I call you.
Phelan took one look at the young man's face and muttered as he obeyed.
This must be a hell of a joke.
And just then the thief breezed in again, jerking back on his heels as he caught sight of Gladwin,
Sons' uniform, Sons' mustache, and Sons' eyebrows.
But a glance at that young man meant volumes, and there was no limit to his spontaneous resources.
He summoned a laugh and jerked out,
Oh, so you've resigned from the force?
Yes, retorted.
said Gladwin, and let me tell you that this little excursion of yours has gone far enough.
I'll give you one chance. Get away from here as quickly as you can.
The big fellow curled one corner of his lip in a contemptuous smile,
then glanced about him quickly and asked,
Where's the young lady?
Never mind the young lady, Gladwin flung back at him.
It was only on her account that I let you go as far as this.
Now get out and keep away from that young lady and drop my name.
The sneering smile returned, and balancing himself easily as he looked down on Gladwin, he said,
Easy, son, easy, I don't like to have little boys talk to me like that.
And turning to the doorway behind him, he beckoned.
The obedient Watkins sidled in and stopped with head averted from Gladwin,
who started with surprise at seeing him stepping forward and making sure there could be no mistake gladwin turned to the thief and exclaimed oh now i understand how you knew all about my house this is what i get for not sending this man to jail where he belonged
don't bother with him watkins snarled the big fellow as he noted his companion's complexion run through three shades of yellow there's no time to bother with him he went on and reaching out he caught travers gladwin by the shoulder and whirled him half-way across the room
the young man spun half a dozen times as he reeled across the carpet and he had to use both hands to stop himself against a big onyx table as he pulled himself up standing he saw that watkins had lifted the trunk on his shoulders and was headed for the hallway
phelan he gasped out here quick officer six sixty six came out with the snort and rush of a bull stop that man cried the thief pointing to watkins he's trying to get out of here with a trunkful of pictures
the man's hair-trigger mind had thought this out before phelan was half-way round the table one lightning glance at the thickness of the patrolman's neck and the general contour of his
rubicund countenance, had translated to him the sort of man he had to deal with.
"'Here, here, put down that trunk!' spluttered Phelan, brandishing his club at Watkins.
Watkins dropped the trunk and at a signal from his companion was gone.
Swiftly and silently as he vanished, he could not have been halfway to the door before the
thief urged Phelan.
"'Quick, go after that, man! He's a thief!'
"'Stop Phelan!'
cried Gladwin, who had begun to see through the pantomime.
They're both thieves.
Phelan tried to run four ways at once.
What? he gurgled.
It's a trick to get you out of the house,
said Gladwin, with his eyes on the big man,
who was calmly smiling,
and who had fully made up his mind on a magnificent game of bluff.
What the blaze is kind of a joke is this?
Blurtered Phelan, looking from one to the other in
utter bewilderment.
"'You'll find it's no joke, officer,' said the bogus Gladwin sharply.
"'Not if he gets away.'
"'You'll find it's not so funny yourself,' cut in the real Gladwin.
Then, to Phelan, arrest this man, Phelan.
"'Do you mean it?' asked the astonished Phelan,
sizing up the thief as the highest example of aristocratic elegance he had ever seen in the flesh.
"'Of course I mean it.'
Gladwin shot back.
Look out for him. There he goes for the window.
The thief had started in that direction, but his purpose was not escape.
The idea had flashed upon him that Helen might be concealed there.
Phelan headed him off, whereupon the thief said severely,
in a tone that was far more convincing than Gladwin's most passionate sincerity,
Now be careful, officer, or you'll get yourself into a lot of trouble.
don't let him bluff you phelan cautioned gladwin you bet you're a life i won't phelan answered though he was already bluffed i'll stick close to you's he faltered inching uncertainly toward the thief
he had come close enough for that astute individual to make out that he wore the same uniform young gladwin had been masquerading in and he made capital of this on the instant
how do you think it's going to look he said impressively if i prove that you've tried to help a band of thieves rob this house a band of thieves phelan's jaw dropped wide open
he's lying to you said gladwin i said a band of thieves insisted the thief why he's got his pals hidden all over the house i tell you he's lying to you gladwin
when cut in frantically, seeing that Phelan was falling under the spell of the big man's superb bluff,
and at the same time remembering Helen and pressing the button in the wall to warn her that the time had come for her to flee.
"'We're the only ones in this house,' Gladwin pursued, as Phelan gave him the benefit of his Popeyes
before he yielded them again to the stronger will.
"'Then they've all escaped,' said the thief, easily.
thrusting his hands in his pockets to help out his appearance of imperturbability.
You let one go out, Phelan, and there were two others beside this one.
The buttons on Phelan's coat were fairly undulating with the emotions that stirred within him.
In his seething gray matter there stirred the remembrance that Bataato had told him that women were robbing the house.
You mean the women, he said, ignoring Gladwin and addressing the,
the thief. I remember. When the little Japanese called me off me beat, he said there was
women crooks here, too. He's lying to you failing, persisted Gladwin, though with less
vehemence, a great feeling of relief having visited him in the belief that Helen had made
her escape. You can have the whole place searched just as soon as you've got this man
where he can't get away. There are no women here. This last declarer. This last declarer,
had scarcely passed his lips when a woman's voice raised in hysterical protest was audible in the hallway.
End of Chapter 32. Recording by Roger Maline.
Chapter 33 of Officer 666. This Libravox recording is in the public domain.
Recording by Roger Maline.
Officer 666 by Barton W. Curry and Augustin McHugh.
chapter thirty three battiato summons big much police a vitigraph film of badiato's journey to and from the police station would consist of a series of dark brown blurs
if you have ever noticed a mouse in full flight you will have some idea of how that jap ran he knew where the police station was too for he had been there once when his mother itchikomia was arrested for assaulting a russian peddler
if the little jap had only coursed through another street things might have gone somewhat differently in the gladwin household for he would have encountered whitney barnes hurrying in the opposite direction and that young man would very likely have prevented him from going to the station
but there was absolutely no obstacle in bodyado's way until he reached the station house and the only obstacle he encountered there was a serious impediment in his speech
police captain stone had returned to barracks a few minutes after the departure of barns and a few minutes before the arrival of badiato he was standing beside the lieutenant's chair when the jap sped in and he seemed almost interested for a police captain
at the extraordinary manifestations of emotion in battiado's countenance all police quick robbers thieves ladies began battiato then
paused and made wild jabs above his head with his hands.
Crazy as a nut, said the lieutenant in an undertone to the captain, and the captain nodded.
All pictures, thieves, steel ladies, was Badiato's second installment,
and the captain and lieutenant looked at each other and shook their heads.
Big much, please, shrieked Batiato, made some more motions with his hands, and rushed out
into the street.
It's Jap Whiskey, said the captain, musingly, utterly unimpressed.
He isn't crazy.
That Jap Whiskey's awful stuff.
They licked the Russian Army on it.
He'll run it off.
If you ever see a Jap running, you'll know what's the matter.
Batiato ran a block and then stopped.
Hell damn, he exploded.
I know Tel We're house.
he ran back to the station and burst in again with even more precipitation i know tell house he rattled off mr gladwin travers gladwin big lot white house fifth avenue
eighty eighty eighty quick thieves ladies and he was gone again before captain stone could remove his cigar from his face
the captain looked at the lieutenant and the lieutenant looked at the captain maybe he ain't drunk captain ventured the lieutenant there's that gladwin house on the books it's marked closed and there's a note about a million dollar collection of paintings
the captain thought a moment and then burst into action call the reserves and get the patrol wagon he shouted i remember that jap i guess there's something doing i'll go myself
as the reserves were all asleep and the horses had to be hitched to the patrol wagon badiato had a big start of his much big police notwithstanding the breathless condition in which he had arrived at the station house his return journey was accomplished at his dizziest speed
also he arrived back at the house way in advance of whitney barnes there was a reason wearing a frock coat and a silk hat and carrying a cane of course he called it a stick one is hardly equipped for marathoning
and if you must know more whitney's small clothes were too fashionably tight to permit of more than a swift heel and toe action at this he was doing admirably in his passionate haste to return and warn his friend gladwin when another woman came into his life and appealed for succor
three in one evening when he was perfectly satisfied to stop at one the bewitching sadie number three was of an entire
different type from number one and number two and happily for Whitney there was no
yowling bundle this time merely a cat and a silent cat at that she was a plump
little woman and rather comely and she was intensely excited for the cat in the case was
hers and the cat was up the only tree on that street east of Central Park at the
foot of the tree sat a large bulldog gazing fixedly up
at the cat. Whitney Barnes was so occupied with his heel and toe pace that he did not
describe the woman, or the dog, or the tree, or the cat, until the woman seized him by the arm and
cried, "'You must save my darling Zaza from that dog!'
Then she tailed off into hysterical sobs, but did not release her grip.
"'Madam, I'm in great haste,' retorted Barnes, striving to wriggle furze.
free from her grip. I would advise you to call a policeman.
There is no policeman, sobbed the distressed mistress of Zaza.
Oh, you must save Zaza! Oh!
Then Barnes glimpsed the dog and its fang-filled grin as it stared up at the cat.
You don't expect me to tackle that dog, he asked, backing away and making another effort to free himself.
shoot him do anything to him insisted the distressed female oh he kills cats do something quick or i must scream
whitney barnes would have welcomed an open manhole to vanish into if that woman screamed and held fast to him till the police came it would be just as bad as the baby case but if he tackled the dog he would probably go to the hospital and be afflicted with hydrophobia
and all sorts of things.
Calm yourself, my dear woman, he said frantically.
The dog cannot climb the tree, and your cat is perfectly safe.
Are you sure? she moaned, then grabbing him tighter.
But you must not leave me.
In case the dog should go up that tree, you must attack it with your cane.
I promise, panted Barnes, if you will only release your grip.
on my arm. Your fingernails are tearing the flesh."
"'I will not hold you so tight,' she consented.
"'But I must hold on to you till somebody comes.
Oh, look at that brute. He's biting the tree. Heā'
But the sudden clangor of a patrol wagon and the hammering of steel-shod hoofs on the cobbles
caused the owner of Zaza both to cease her shrill lamentations and let go of Whitney Barnes'
The patrol wagon was rolling down behind them at a furious pace while its gong rent the stillness of the night as a warning to all crooks and criminals to beware and to scurry to shelter.
It is the New York brass band method of thief hunting, and if that patrol wagon gong hadn't broken before the vehicle had crossed Madison Avenue,
the destinies of several prominent personages might have been seriously hampered in their headlong thorn.
in their headlong fling.
That gong kept blaring its clang of warning long enough to frighten off the dog
and restore Whitney Barnes to freedom,
and once released from the bruising grip of that distraught little woman,
he turned his back upon Zaza's fate and ran.
He ran so long as he considered it feasible to maintain the integrity of his trousers.
That is, he ran not quite a block,
then dropped back to his heel and toe exercise and swiftly ate up the distance that separated him from Travers Gladwin's home.
End of Chapter 33.
Recording by Roger Maline.
Chapter 34 of Officer 666.
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Officer 666 by Barton W. Curry and Augustin McHugh.
thirty four phelan loses his bribe it was merely a coincidence that battiato should drag helen back into the room just as gladwin had gone on record with the declaration there are no women here
but it was a sufficiently dramatic coincidence to jar from officer number six six six the exclamation where the devil are they all springing from
battiato had come up with helen as she was descending the stoop had seized her by the wrist and almost swung her off her feet as he swept her back into the house and rounded her up before the three men dumb with fright and barely able to stand
still gripping her wrist battiado let go the maxim volley you teef she try get away but badiato catch fast she teef i see steal all
pictures, she...
Badiato, you idiot, his master hurled at him, with a menacing gesture that caused the little
Jap to drop the girl's hand and jump back.
Didn't I tell you to stay at the hotel?
continued Gladwin, fiercely, for the moment ignoring both Phelan and the thief.
Yes, but I afraid, much late you know come!
Batiato come back, see girls steal all pictures!
the little jap had fallen into phelan state of blind bewilderment shut up his master snapped him up walking up to him with an eatem alive expression
and now listen i don't want you to say anything more understand not a word to anybody about anything not a syllable i know speak bleated the jap see that you don't not a single word not a single word
If you do, I'll skin you.
Never in the three years he had served the young man,
had Bariado seen him in anything like this savage state of mind.
I spick no more for nothing, not nobody, quick, he promised,
and his hand clasped over his mouth like a vice.
Having corked Batiato in this wise,
Gladwin turned to Helen,
who stood as if rooted to the floor,
staring straight ahead of her.
don't be frightened he said gently everything is all right he took her arm to reassure her and then spoke to phelan who had been making a vain effort to solve the mix-up and didn't feel quite sure that he wasn't bewitched
now phelan said gladwin i'll explain the thing i wish to god you would said phelan from the bottom of his heart
this lady's being here is all right and she isn't connected with this affair in any way i'll prove that to you readily enough well go ahead
and phelan crossed his eyes in an effort to include in the focus both gladwin and the thief deluxe whose splendidly groomed appearance impressed him the more on his part the thief was leaning carelessly against a cabinet looking on with the expression of one both of one of
amused and bored. What he had noticed most was that Helen kept her eyes averted from him,
as if she feared to look at him, and that she had palpably transferred her allegiance to Gladwin.
When she had recovered some of her self-control, she followed that young man's words
eagerly and obeyed his slightest signal.
"'I will explain to you, Phelan, as soon as I see this young lady started for home,'
Gladwin ran on, and proceeded with Helen toward the entrance to the hallway.
"'Hold on! You'll not leave this room!' Phelan stopped them, his suspicions again in a state of conflagration.
"'But I only wantāI don't care what you want,' Phelan snorted, blocking the way.
"'Yusel stay here.'
"'Oh, well, just as you say,' returned the young man desperately.
but I will have to ask my man to escort this lady out and put her in a taxi cab.
Badiato!
Bad potatoes'll stay where he is!
Phelan was visibly swelling with the majesty of the law.
You're very disagreeable, Gladwin charged him.
Then, to Helen, I'm awfully sorry I cannot go with you,
but I think you can find the way yourself.
Just go out through the hall, and...
she'll stay right here with the rest of you, was Phelan's ultimatum, as he squared himself in the doorway with the heroic bearing of a bridge defending Horatius.
The only member of that tense little tableau who really had anything to fear from the specter of the law, embodied in the person of Officer 666,
had waited for Gladwin to play his poor hand, and, conceiving that this was the psychological moment,
sauntered across the room and said with easy assurance,
Officer, if there's anything further you want of me, you'll have to be quick.
Yizz'll wait here too till I can communicate with headquarters.
Phelan gave him back, not liking the tone of command.
Then hurry up, because it won't go well with you if I am detained.
Now don't you threaten me, exploded Phelan.
I'm doing me duty,
by the book threaten you why i can show you that you have been helping to rob my house this was a new current of thought a sudden inspiration
but this peer of bluffers managed to crowd a volume of accusation in the slow emphasis with which he said it your house gasped phelan rocked clear off the firm base he had scarcely planted himself on
what do you mean who are ye's who do you suppose i am travers gladwin of course even the fear-numbed helen burton was startled into animation by this amazingly nervy declaration
and half rose from the chair she had been guided to and forced into by gladwin when she seemed on the verge of swooning at phelan's refusal to permit her to depart phelan expressed wonder and alarm in her to depart
phelan expressed wonder and alarm in every feature and his arms flopped limply at his side as he muttered travers gladwin use
don't listen to him phelan cried gladwin shut up phelan turned on him when i came home to-night the thief pressed his advantage this man was here robbing my house dressed in your uniform yes
and you yourself were helping him.
But I didn't know, whined the distressed Phelan,
yielding himself utterly to the toils of the master prevaricator.
I don't think you did it intentionally,
but why did you do it?
The thief let him down with a little less severity of emphasis.
He said he wanted to play a joke.
He... he...
Oh, don't be an idiot, Phelan, interposed.
closed Gladwin, putting his foot in it at the wrong time, and receiving as his reward from the
policeman a savage. Close your face. Oh, playing a joke, was he? said the thief, smiling.
And did he offer you money? Now, no evasion, you had better tell me.
Yes, sir, gulped Phelan, with murder in one eye for the real Gladwin, and crave an apology in the other
for the imposter.
And you took it?
sharply.
Yes, sir.
Oh, officer, shame, shame,
in tones of shocked reproach.
Let me see what he gave you.
Come now, it's your only chance.
Phelan hesitated, gulped some more,
and at last produced the bill.
The thief took it from his trembling
but unresisting hand,
unfurled it turned it over held it up close to his eyes and suddenly laughed well you certainly are easy counterfeit
what roared phelan and travers gladwin joined him in the exclamation will you swear that man gave you this bill cut in the thief sharply snatching out a pencil and marking the gold certificate across the corner
i will sir shouted phelan i will and very well now you see this mark in the corner will you be able to identify it yes sir phelan was fairly grovelling
good said the thief and nonchalantly shoved the bill into his waistcoat pocket see here phelan protested gladwin keep your mouth shut
i'd just like to take one punch at you phelan meant it and took a step toward gladwin when the thief stopped him and asked now officer is there anything i can do for you thank you mr gladwin i got to get the patrol wagon here some way
if bariado had entered into an inflexible contract with himself not to utter another syllable before the break of day at least he might have eased phelan's mind on that score and informed him that something ominously like a patrol wagon was rounding the corner at that moment
and if the art collector had not been so keenly amused at his facile conquest of the gullible blue coat his alert ears might have warned him to say something entirely different from this
i'd call the wagon for you officer only i'm afraid these people might overpower you and get away with that trunk of pictures you see what a nice mess they've been making of my picture gallery why if i hadn't happened in to-night they would have walked off
with half a million dollars worth of paintings.
You call the wagon, Mr. Gladwin, returned Phelan, grimly.
I can handle the lot of him, and ten more like him.
All right, officer, but be very careful. I shan't be long.
And turning with a mocking bow to Travers Gladwin,
he sauntered out into the hallway and walked into the arms
of police captain Stone and 10 reserves.
End of Chapter 34.
Recording by Roger Maline.
Chapter 35 of Officer 666.
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Officer 666 by Barton W. Curry and Augustin McHugh.
Chapter 35.
Batiato keeps his promise.
although the escaping thief was brushed back into the room rather rudely and travers gladwin cried out as he caught sight of the uniformed officer and his men by jove captain i'm glad you've come
the consummate bluffer did not bat an eyelash or manifest the merest symptom of fear stepping easily to one side and watching for the coming of his cue with feline alertness for a moment captain stone devoted himself only to the distribution of his men
posting them at all the windows and doors when he was satisfied that every avenue of escape was covered he turned to phelan with the sharp query what's all this phelan
i caught them trying to get away with mr gladwin's yes it was by the luckiest chance broke in travers gladwin is this mr gladwin the captain stopped him curtly no the other one captain replied phelan
indicating the thief, whereupon that gentleman bowed.
Why, Captain, I'māthe real Gladwin started again.
You've done well here, Phelan, the captain complimented him, ignoring the young millionaire.
Thank you, sir, blust Phelan.
I should say he has done well, the thief came forward with an approving nod toward the now ecstatic Officer 66.
If it hadn't been for him, pursued the thief, these thieves would have carried off my pictures.
I would suggest, Captain, that he be properly rewarded.
Thank you, sir, Phelan's voice shook with gratitude.
I'll see that he gets full credit in my report, said Captain Stone stiffly.
Now, Phelan, you go to the station for the patrol wagon.
I sent it back, as one of the horses threw it.
shoe and got a bad fall.
Tell the driver to get another horse at Murphy's stable and hurry back.
Yes, sir.
Phelan went out, walking on air and humming to himself.
Sergeant Michael Phelan, no less, utterly forgetful of the sorry plight he was in,
not a half hour before.
Travers Gladwin was almost beside himself with chagrined.
Again he made an impassioned plea to be heard.
now see here captain i am travers gladwin oh you are huh sneered the captain scarcely deigning to look at him well we'll see about that where is the little jap who notified me of this
batiyato had concealed himself behind a heavy piece of furniture and was yanked out into the open by a burly policeman here you growled with the captain shaking his hand at the jap
you're mr gladwin's servant you said which one of these men is your master battiato locked his teeth together and refused even to smile which is your master answer me demanded captain stone
The poor little devil is frightened to death,
interposed the thief with a commiserating nod toward the Jap.
He was playing his bluff to the limit.
What scared him like that? asked the captain.
Oh, this gang here, some of the others got away, threatened to kill him.
Now look here, Captain, broke in Gladwin, making furious yet vain gestures at Badiato.
silence captain stone cut him off again i admire this chap's nerve captain laughed of a thief it's monumental
he very nearly succeeded in bluffing officer phelan but i guess you can take care of him all right i must hurry off and get an expert to repair the damage done to these valuable paintings of course you'll leave a man or two on guard
once more he gathered up his stick and overcoat and once more his exit was blocked this time by whitney barnes it was only natural for that young man to misread the situation and conceive that mrs elvira burton
had succeeded in her object of arresting his friend so he blurted breathlessly by jove travers i see em too late i've been all over the city trying to warn you
I knew the police were on your track.
Who the devil are you? Captain Stone cut in on him.
Another of the gang, responded the thief promptly.
He's got some story trumped up, that he thinks we'll get him off.
Well, we'll let him tell it then, and you, indicating the thief,
had better wait and hear it.
There was something in the thief's manner that had fired a spark of suspicion in the officer's mind,
"'Not a word about the girl,' Travers managed to whisper to Barnes, in the moment Captain Stone had turned to address the thief.
"'I won't,' Barnes was replying, when the captain flung round on him.
"'Stop that whispering, and come over here where I can get a good look at you.
"'Which one of these men is the real Gladwin?'
"'He is, of course,' Barnes nodded toward his friend.
the truth of the situation had at last dawned upon him.
The thief smiled at Captain Stone and shook his head as if in compliment of the nerve of some criminals.
Hmm, said the captain, turning to Barnes again.
And when did you find out that there was someone else who claimed to be Travers Gladwin?
Why, replied Barnes briskly,
when Gladwin and I were here together this afternoon.
The doorbell rang and twoā
His friend shook a vigorous warning.
Barnes stopped.
"'Yes, and two what?'
"'Well, you see, the doorbell rang.
"'Yes, you said that,' snapped Captain Stone.
"'The doorbell rang and twoā'
"'Yes, and two minutes after that it rang again.
"'Rang in an extraordinary kind of way, you know,
as if whoever was ringing it was ringing it because,
because they wanted to come in, come in in a hurry, you see.
Well, I went to the door.
Why did you go to the door? demanded Captain Stone.
Well, you see, the bell rang.
Don't go back to that again.
Why did you go to the door?
Well, I can't at this minute remember exactly,
but I'm under the impression I went to,
to find out who was ringing the bell, just like that, as it were.
That's enough of you, snorted Captain Stone.
Ryan, to one of his men, take this one and slip the nippers on him.
See here, Captain, I can explain this, Travers glad when essayed again,
as he saw his friend struggling in the grip of a blue-coated giant
and spluttering his protests against being handcuffed.
"'You can't explain anything to me,' was the best he got from Captain Stone.
During this spirited dialogue, the thief had gone to the side of Helen Burton,
who had remained motionless where she had risen from her chair,
playing the part of a helpless victim in the seemingly hopeless tangle.
"'Now then, Helen,' he said to her in his old tone of endearment,
"'We can go!'
"'You see where this imposter stands?'
with you no there was no mistaking the uncompromising emphasis of her denial captain stone set out to distribute his prisoners motioning to one policeman to take care of gladwin and to another to look after the jap who would be needed as a witness
he came last to helen just as she had repulsed the man she was to have eloped with that night captain stone had had experience enough with women to be able to distinguish between types
he was on the point of ordering another of his men to take charge of helen when he paused and studied her more closely his men were starting for the door with their prisoners when he signalled them to stop
wait he said i wish to question this lady he turned to helen when there came swiftly into the room lieutenant detective carney of the central office
carney was every inch a central office man and had been long enough at headquarters to lose the heavy bovine set of the man who pounds the pavement a strapping big fellow with graying hair and a pair of round bullet eyes that searched you with needle points
his very appearance was sufficient corroboration of all the thrilling stories the newspapers printed of his skill and courage hello carney what do you want captain stone addressed him as he stopped in the doorway and surveyed the remarkable scene before him
i'm looking for travers gladwin replied the detective shortly i'm travers gladwin spoke up the thief easily but holding his head so that carney could see only the profile
that's my name exclaimed travers gladwin in the same breath with the impostor carney looked from one to the other fairly pistiling his scrutiny oh both of you named travers
gladwin he asked with a puzzled expression that one's a fake interposed captain stone pointing to the real gladwin this nodding toward the impostor is the real travers gladwin
carney's face showed no more expression than if it had been cut for a cameo but when the thief asked him with perfect self-command what can i do for you he came on into the room and stopped
directly in front of him.
I have a warrant for your arrest, he said abruptly, and stuck his hand in his pocket for the document.
My arrest? For what? said the thief, with a beautifully feigned amazement and a little laugh of incredulity.
Cradle snatching, abduction, jerked out Carney, unfolding the paper.
That is rich, laughed the thief.
I got the warrant from...
Karnie stopped, and his little bullet eyes went to work on the thief from the ground up.
He was measuring every inch of the man with an eye that had been trained for years
to keep tabs on a multitude of marked and measured men.
Would you mind coming over here, a step or two closer, Mr. Gladwin?
he said tensely.
The thief stepped toward him and directly under the election.
Electrolier, while the others in the room stood like statues, looking on.
As Carney continued his searching examination of the unflinching and still smiling man,
whose head was on a level with his, and whose body was every inch as big and well set up,
Captain Stone broke in nervously.
What is it, Carney?
I think there's some mistakes, sir, said the detective, grimly.
Are you sure this?
man is Travers Gladwin?"
You seem to be in some doubt about it," said the thief, dropping his thumbs in the pockets of
his waistcoat and raising his chin a little.
Whatever was going on inside him, his eyes were twinkling with amusement.
"'I am,' Carney retorted.
Then, to Captain Stone, "'what is this case, Captain?'
"'Picture robbery.'
picture robbery i was sure of it you've made a mistake captain i know this man the sentences came out like a succession of pistol shots while his eyes never left the face of the thief
i know you he attacked the smile again it was a bullet-proof smile and never wavered well who is he interrupted the real travers gladwin eagerly
he's the greatest picture expert in the world you flatter me said the thief with a bow and a side glance at helen burton who was gazing at him as if both fascinated and repelled
you admit it then said carney roughly unable to disguise the triumph he felt at this identification of a man he had never seen before i am not so egotistical the other
bowed, but I will go along with you with pleasure and see what you are able to prove.
Are you sure about this, Carney? asked Captain Stone, still doubting and hating to admit he had been led into an egregious blunder.
Certain, retorted the detective. He's been fooling them on the other side for several years, but they nearly got him in Scotland Yard two months ago.
I got a full report on him from his straight eyebrows and gray eyes down to the cut of his vest with picture and measurement attached.
His real name is Alf Wilson. There were a hundred men in his trail, but he made a getaway.
I don't suppose there's any use trying to deny all this now, said Wilson, without the slightest change of tone,
shoving his hands into his trousers' pockets and lifting his head in contemplation of the pictures on the wall.
Not the slightest, returned the detective, snatching a pair of handcuffs from his coat pocket.
Wait, just a minute, officer, interrupted Travers Gladwin.
I'd like to ask this man one question.
Delighted, cried the picture expert, turning and showing all his teeth in a mocking smile.
travers gladwin pointed to the portrait of the blue boy how did you know i bought that picture in london upon certain misrepresentations i was the man behind the gun think it over
he swung round to face the spurious gainsborough as he did so something caught his eye and he moved toward the portrait gladwin followed and inquired
but you not only knew it was a fake but when i bought it and what i paid for it i knew about it came the jaunty reply because i painted it
he moved another step nearer the painting as gladwin gasped yes he went on lightly running his hands along the bottom of the frame
according to this gentleman and he nodded over his shoulder to carney who had kept pace with him backing to cover the doorway your blue boy was painted by the greatest picture expert in the world
As the last word came laughingly from his lips, the room was plunged in darkness.
End of Chapter 35. Recording by Roger Maline.
Chapter 36 of Officer 666.
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Officer 666 by Barton W. Curry and Augustin McHugh.
Chapter 36
Repartee and a revolver muzzle
The inky blackness fell upon the room with palpable suddenness,
Like a blinding flash,
Numbing for a moment the senses of all who had been taken by surprise.
The reflex of the shock was manifested in a very babble of incoherent shouts,
jostlings and stumblings, and sharp collisions with the furniture.
"'Turn up the lights!' shouted Captain.
Captain Stone amid the tumult. Travers Gladwin made a blind dive toward the wall and stumbled headlong over the great antique chest which stood to one side of where he and the thief had stood contemplating the blue boy. In stumbling against the chest, he felt something that was a revelation to him by the time he found the switch button and brought back a flood of light.
Quick men, cover the doors. Don't let anyone get out, yelled Captain Stone.
pivoting on his heels as his eyes vainly sought the picture expert.
"'He's gone!' cried Carney.
"'Yes, up the stairs. I hear him,' yelled Gladwin.
"'There are two back stairways and the roof. There are two basement exits. Post your men out there
and down through that hallway on the left. The panel door. That leads to the kitchen.
Barnes, you and Badiado take the young lady.
up to my study. Quick, I'll look after this room. The most remarkable thing about it was that
every command the young man shouted was obeyed. Even Carney was fooled and rushed headlong
up the stairs, followed by two policemen and Barnes, who was yelling,
Hey, come back here and unlock me. How can I hunt that chap with these handcuffs on?
He might as well have appealed to the moon.
battiato fairly dragged helen up the stairs after him and guided her to the magnificently furnished study and den to the right of the staircase when he switched on the lights and became furiously active in the interest of the young girl's comfort
captain stone had rushed out into the street and posted men on the stoop and at the basement exits then followed by the last lone patrolman of his squad he darted through the alley at the side of the side of the man
mansion which led to the rear yard. The emptying of the room was accomplished in a few seconds,
whereupon Gladwin hastened to the doorway, reached for the folding doors, and hauled them to,
fastening the latch. Next, he shut the door to the kitchen hallway and fastened that,
when, with a sigh of relief, he walked to the long carved oak table that flanked the window,
hoisted himself on it, produced his gold cigarette-cigued.
case, took out a cigarette, set fire to it, snapped the case, and returned it to his pocket.
While he inhaled a deep breath of stimulating smoke, his eyes were fixed upon the great chest
directly in front of him. He was sitting easily on the table, kicking his legs, and he continued
just in that attitude, when the lid of the chest lifted a few inches, and a small, brilliantly nickel-revolver
came out and covered him.
"'I'm waiting for you's, Mr. Gladwin,' chuckled the young man.
By some strange psychological freak,
he was not in the least dismayed by the ominous menace of that shining muzzle,
which gradually came further out,
as the arm and head of the picture expert followed it.
Once the thief had glimpsed the young man
and made out that they had the room to themselves,
he came out of the chest as lightly and noiselessly as he had enveloped himself in it.
But his smile was gone now, and in its place there was the weariness of the hunted animal.
Still covering Gladwin and surveying the room, he said in low-level tones,
"'If you move, it'll be the last act of your life, McGinty.'
"'A Murphy, sir,' purred Gladwin, his face abeem.
I like your nerve, young un.
I've been taking lessons from the man who invented nerve.
Well, you don't seem anxious to give the alarm, said Wilson,
toying with a little automatic and turning it over in the expanse of his palm.
No, I'm afraid it might make you nervous.
Might make me so nervous that this gun would go off, eh?
A shadow of the old smile came back as he was.
went stealthily to the door and listened.
You seem to enjoy smoking, said the peer of art collectors, turning his back to Gladwin.
Don't you?
Yes.
Have you time to smoke a cigar?
Is it a good one?
I don't know.
It's the one you gave me while I was Officer 666.
Gladwin tossed the cigar to the thief, who caught it deftly and insulted.
asserted it between his lips.
"'And here's some more of your possessions,' added the young man,
drawing out the bribe money he had accepted while he masqueraded in the officer's uniform.
"'Thanks,' said Wilson, as he caught the money.
"'And here's your little yellow boy, though I wish that intellectual giant of a cop are here
so I could hire his uniform for a bit.'
"'You amaze me by your generosity,' murmured Gladwin, as he,
he pocketed the $500 bill.
Oh, said the other easily, while he again listened at the door,
I'm not a regular crook. I'm in the picture business.
Still, if you kept that bill, it might help you get better accommodations when you reach Sing-Sing.
If I don't need it till then, I won't need it for a long, long time.
You mean you think you're going to escape?
Gladwin slid down from the table and leaned against it, making no effort to conceal the admiration he experienced for this man's superhuman aplomb.
And with guards all around the house and policemen tearing thirty rooms apart upstairs and camping on the roof scuttle?
Yes, and more coming, maybe.
I venture to hope so, chuckled the other.
I admit it's close enough to be interesting.
Well, I'll say one thing for you, the young millionaire said earnestly.
You're the coolest chap I ever hope to meet. You're a marvel.
Built to order to work in story books, eh? Well, to be candid with you, McGinty,
there are times when I'm not so cool as I look. I am almost human.
Those cops will finish their work soon, then they'll come in here, glad when
warned him.
I'm listening for them, said Wilson softly, putting his ear to the door again.
Just because your pistol prevents me from calling them now, don't think,
This gun isn't stopping you, came the short reply.
If you wanted to call them, you'd take a chance.
I've found that out in the last hundred seconds or so.
Thank you for the compliment, but I...
Well, I'll prove it.
the thief intervened and tossed the gun to gladwin who caught it as if it were something hot go ahead and call them how do you know i wouldn't call them the young man asked examining the automatic and finding it empty
don't be a child shrugged the other you close these doors and you butted in about the blue boy just as that central office owl produced his jewelry yes and you stumbled
against the chest and knew that I was in it.
But I say, asked Gladwin abruptly,
how did you come to use my name?
It wasn't safe to use mine,
and when I met Miss, that girl,
your name was in my mind. I borrowed it.
That's the thing I can't forgive you for,
said Gladwin, regretfully,
to deceive her as you did.
That was rotten.
I don't care for your opinion on that, said the picture expert warmly.
How can a man like you understand a man like me?
It can't be done.
We're further apart than the polls.
But you must see, Wilson, that's the name, isn't it?
It will do for the nonce, kind, sir.
But you must see that the game is up.
If you take my advice, you won't even try to escape.
then i won't take your advice said wilson softly but all these policemen know you're a big prize if they find you and you break for it they'll shoot and shoot to kill if necessary
the thief flung round on him and his face was suddenly drawn and serious death my dear gladwin is the very least of my troubles if it will only come to that
by jove i like you and i hope you escape i know you do said wilson shaking his head but not altogether on my account you're thinking of her the girl you don't want it to be known that she was going to marry me
to be frank yes they're coming now quick do something the thief seized from the floor one of the portieres
he had torn down to wrap the canvases in, wound it about him, and darted behind the curtains
that screened the window. As he vanished, Gladwin went to the door and heard the voice of his
friend, Whitney Barnes, demanding admission. End of Chapter 36. Recording by Roger Maline.
Chapter 37 of Officer 66. This Librevox recording is in the public domain.
Recording by Roger Malene.
officer six sixty six by barton w curry and auguston mckew chapter thirty seven handcuffs and love helen burton could not have found a cozier place to faint in than the ultra luxurious den of travers gladwin
every chair and divan in the place invited one to swoon within its folds the young man had ordered his decorator to provide him with a chamber wherein stiffness and formality would be impover
possible unless one stood erect the decorator had spent money with a lavish hand upon spanish leathers and silken stuffs from the near east and the orient and he had laid these trappings over the softest of swans down
once you sank upon them you could not help a sensation of utter peace and relaxation that final and irrevocable blasting of her ideal was a shock upon many shocks that the young girl had experienced
within the course of a few hours and that she reached the den on her feet was due more to batietto's strength and agility than to any nervous or physical force within her slender body
the little jab had fairly flown up the stairs with her in such fashion that she had no distinct recollection of her feet touching any stable surface then he had turned a sharp corner while she seemed to stream behind him like a fluttering pennant and next she had felt herself
sink into a soft, delicious embrace, when her senses left her, and she seemed to drop pleasantly
through fathomless space. It was a great crimson chair embroidered with yellow poppies, into which
Badiato had dropped his burden, then switched on a myriad of tiny lamps suspended from the ceiling
by slim chains of different lengths, or gleaming from dark niches and embrasures in the tapestry-hung
walls. All these subdued and colored lights mingled to produce a wonderfully soft and reposeful effect,
and when at last Helen opened her eyes, and her swoon had been of only a few minutes' duration,
she was sure that the setting was a dream, and half-expected some impossible creature of phantasmagoria
to rise from the floor and address her. Then she felt an intermittent draft upon her cheek,
and looked up to see Whitney Barnes fanning her
with an elaborate contrivance of peacock feathers
that was alleged to have once done duty
in the harem of Abdul Hamid,
one-time sultan of Turkey.
She was not sure at first
that this strange-looking being who fanned her
in such an amazing fashion
was the young friend of the real Travers Gladwin,
who had appeared on the scene from time to time
during that fateful afternoon,
for his features were far,
from being in repose. Positive torture was written on his clean-cut boyish face as he wielded that
fast fan in his handcuffed hands, as if it were a task imposed upon him by some evil spirit.
Certainly there was no grace in the savage gestures of his arms, as his wrists twisted
and writhed in their shackles, but he stuck to his task desperately, now and then hissing over his
shoulder at Badiado to learn why in thunder he didn't find smelling salts or whiskey or brandy
or something with which to restore the young lady to consciousness. And on his part, Badiato was
racing about like a scared mouse, diving into mysterious chests and cabinets, or under divans,
or climbing up the walls to explore recessed shelves. His activities were confined to that one chamber
for a big, implacable policeman stood at the entrance,
with orders to keep his eyes on the young woman and the Jap,
and see that they did not escape or attempt to assist the vanishing picture expert
in concealing himself or getting away.
As Helen's dazed faculties gradually resumed their normal activities,
and she realized that Whitney Barnes was a reality,
the humor of the situation suddenly struck her fancy,
and she smiled.
She was smiling with eyes and lips
when young Barnes turned back his head
from another reproach of a Batiato
and looked to see how she was coming on.
Thank heaven, he exclaimed,
I thought you were dead.
I wanted to go out for a doctor,
but these confounded policemen wouldn't let me.
Yes, and they wouldn't unlock me.
Have I fanned enough?
I'm pretty well tuckered out.
and these feathers get in one's nose, so.
Then this is an extraordinary kind of a fan.
They use them in harems, or something of the sort,
and I've never fanned in harems.
Please stop, then, laughed Helen,
and I'm a thousand times obliged to you.
If I could only have a glass of water,
I think I would be myself again.
Batiato had at last pried into a cabinet
that contained a decanter of brandy
and strange-looking moorish goblets,
and from some curtained enclosure
he obtained cold water from a faucet.
A sip of the potent brandy and draught of water
brought the color back to the girl's cheeks
and the light to her eyes.
The change was so reassuring
that Whitney Barnes actually beamed
and for a few moments dropped all thoughts of his handcuffs.
My, but you are beautiful,
he said impulsive.
I don't blame Travers for going Daffy in the Ritz, and do you know your eyes are exactly like your cousins?
Helen laughed in spite of herself at the young man's headlong gush of words, then became suddenly serious.
We haven't time to talk about eyes now, she said soberly.
You must assist me in telling these policemen how I brought this terrible embarrassment upon Mr. Gladwin.
"'Nothing of the sort,' retorted Barnes.
"'He wouldn't hear of it.
"'He'd cut off both his arms
"'before he'd allow your name to be dragged into such a sensation.
"'And I'd add mine, too, willingly, with these bracelets on them.'
"'But that detective said he had a warrant for Mr. Gladwin
"'for eloping with me,' cried Helen, blushing scarlet.
"'And you knowā'
"'Yes, I know you're going to weep or faint or something else.'
"'Tell me about your cousin.
"'She's not married.'
"'Sadie married?' ejaculated Helen.
"'Why, she's deathly afraid of men.
"'She's the most timid little thing in the world.'
"'Good!' cried Barnes, enthusiastically.
"'These handcuffs are not half bad, now you tell me that.'
"'Why, what do you mean?' asked Helen,
her eyes twinkling.
Oh, nothing, said Barnes, trying to look unconcerned.
She's very young, he added quickly.
A year younger than I am, said Helen, mischievously.
There was something positively fascinating about the intense seriousness
that had fallen upon the nervous features of Whitney Barnes.
She's not too young to marry, was his next query.
"'No,' Helen hesitated,
"'though, I suppose you'd have to ask Auntie.'
"'Well, you didn't have to do that,' he said in alarm.
"'Oh, I beg your pardon,' he added quickly.
"'Please forgive me.'
"'You are forgiven,' said Helen, with a catch in her breath,
"'then resolutely.
"'But that is all over with.
"'It wasn't really real, only a bad dream.'
of course it wasn't real sympathized barnes that fellow just hypnotized you and my eye but he's a wonderful looking chap sort of a hercules and adonis all thrown into one
but to get back to sadie i'm going to marry her you are helen half started from her chair be calm be calm and he waved her down with his shackled hands
when i say i'm going to marry her i merely state a fond belief i have been cherishing since-well since a very long time ago to-day or yesterday for to-day is to-morrow by this time you know
now don't stop me i say i am going to marry your cousin because i believe in destiny with a big d do you i did said helen grimly
But now I don't.
Oh, yes you do, Barnes breezed on.
You may not think that you believe you do, but you really do,
and I wouldn't be a bit surprised if the destiny you thought out,
as far as the name goes, Travers Gladwin, I mean, comes true after all.
But to come back to Sadie and my destiny,
I have really got to marry her, orders from headquarters.
"'Oders from headquarters,' gasped Helen.
"'Exactly.
"'My governorāthat is my dadāthat is, the painterā
"'wrung a promise from me, issued a command, a U-case, an ultimatum,
"'said, Whitney Barnes, you go right out and get married,
"'and bring home a lot of grandchildren.'
"'No, that wasn't it exactly.
"'Now, let me think a moment.
Yes, I've got it.
He said,
You've simply got to marry and settle down,
or I'll turn you out into the street.
Wasn't that enough to take the wind out of you
when you'd never given the idea of marriage a thought?
Simply bold me over.
At first, I refused, point blank.
But when I saw how cut up the poor old dad was about it,
I shook his hand and said,
Peter, done.
I'll go right out and find him.
find a wife. And I did.
What? said Helen faintly. You went right out and got married?
No, no, no, my dear cousin, I simply found Sadie.
And have you asked her? Not surely while we were here this afternoon.
Oh, I saw her later, when she came to-night with your aunt, while your aunt was searching all
over the place for you.
not that i really asked her then but we looked at each other you know and i think we liked each other and that's a big start i just know we'll get married we're soulmates there isn't any doubt of it
well it strikes me said helen severely that you're a trifle conceded indeed i am was his startling response you've got to be in love
If you don't think you're pretty fine, how are you going to convince anybody else that you are?
But you'll have to excuse me for a moment.
These bracelets are cutting my wrist to pieces.
I must find that man who locked me up.
You must stay here till I come back.
I won't be a minute.
And the young man darted out of the room with a ludicrous diving motion of his arms,
as he parted the heavy crimson silk hangings at the doorway
and carrimmed against the big policeman on guard.
End of Chapter 37, recording by Roger Maline.
Chapter 38 of Officer 666.
This Libravox recording is in the public domain.
Recording by Roger Maline.
Officer 666 by Barton W. Curry and Augustine McHugh.
Chapter 38, Carney meets his match.
There was no turning Whitney Barnes away with a soft answer.
His appeals for admission were rising to a strident pitch
when his friend opened the door and yanked him in.
Have you seen him? demanded Barnes, looking about wildly.
No, Gladwin returned.
I think he escaped.
Oh, I don't mean the robber Johnny, complained Barnes,
shaking out his handcuffed wrists.
I mean the damned inn.
idiot who locked these things on me.
He's searching the house, said Gladwin,
smiling at his friend's tragic earnestness.
Detective Kearney came into the room, alert as a racehorse.
We've been through the house from cellar to roof,
he spat out while his eyes searched every corner of the room.
I say, look here, said Barnes.
Can you unlock me?
No, Kearney would not even look at him.
confound it somebody ought to unlock me exclaimed the frantic barnes this is the most annoying position i was ever in in my life my valet even couldn't undress me with these things on
what's out that way asked carney pointing to the panel door that opened upon the back stairs hallway kitchen said gladwin going to the door and opening it oh yes said carney said carney
The captain's back there?
But look here, detective, cried Barnes again.
Who was that inordinate ass who locked me up?
Ryan, said Carney, freezing a smile as it formed on his lips.
Where is he?
On the roof.
What the deuce is he doing on the roof?
Searching it.
Well, stormed Barnes.
I'll go up there.
and if he don't unlock me, I'll push him off.
He dashed out of the room and up the stairs.
Funny thing where that man got to, Mr. Gladwin,
mused the central office man,
with a keen glance from under his heavy eyebrows.
Yes, those chaps are clever, aren't they?
Returned the young man with affected unconcern.
I suppose he's miles away by this time.
I don't think he's gone very far.
rejoined Carney, his voice bristling with suspicion.
He couldn't have got away without the men outside seeing him.
We've got the block surrounded now.
He's here in this house, Mr. Gladwin.
I guess you know that.
I don't know anything of the kind, Gladwin denied, with a trifle too much emphasis.
A policeman appeared in the doorway, and Carney called to him,
"'Ryan, I thought you were on the roof.'
"'Sorgent Burke sent me down,' responded Ryan.
"'We've got the roofs covered both way.'
"'Did you see the man you put the bracelets on?' asked Carney.
"'No,' replied Ryan,
"'but I heard a lot of noise going up one of the back stairways.'
"'You better go and find him,' urged Travers Gladwin.
"'He's in an awful state.'
No, countermanded Carney. Never mind him now.
But you're wasting time here, persisted Gladwin. I can look after this room.
Oh, no, you can't, Karnie flashed back.
Why not? Because you're under arrest. I was after you when I happened to find the other fellow.
I haven't any idea you'll try and escape, Mr. Gladwin, but a warrant is a warrant is a
a warrant and duty's duty.
But that warrant wasn't meant for me.
No?
Carney's eyes widened with surprise.
Was the girl running off with that crook?
He asked quickly.
No, Gladwin corrected, realizing his break.
Then you better go along with Ryan.
Ryan, you take him upstairs and sit by him
till I send for you.
see here the young man began to sputter as the giant ryan seized him and walked him on air out of the room and up the stairs carney went to the folding doors and shut them
he's in this room somewhere muttered the detective going to the portieres that curtained the window leading out to the balcony he was almost touching wilson when the latter suddenly enveloped him in the portier he had wrapped around himself
and hurled the big detective to the floor as kearney was untangling himself wilson darted between the portieres glanced out the window and saw that a leap from the balcony would land him in the arms of three patrolmen
he shook open the window and then shrank back into the far corner of the embrasure carney was on his feet again and sprang out to the balcony
he came out this way he yelled to the men below did he jump off kearney darted back into the room looked everywhere ran to the folding doors and flung them open
then he looked back at the panel door noticed that it was ajar and dived for it he's hiding somewhere in this black alley he said with an oath and disappeared
a moment later wilson peaked out and re-entered the room he had scarcely left his place of concealment when officer number six sixty six burst in
oh there you are mr gladwin said phelan with a lovely grin yes i'm here nodded wilson i just come back with another bunch of cops said phelan but i hear the crook got away he's a smooth snake for
you. No, I think he's still in the house, laughed Wilson, and I'd like to have you get the credit
of catching him, Phelan. You go outside and report to the captain, then come back here. Maybe I can
help you find him. Thank you, sir, said Phelan, obeying the suggestion.
Here comes another one, breathed the thief, hearing a heavy tread and crossing the room to the big
ornamental fireplace, which had never known a spark or speck of soot, there was a mammoth opening
in the chimney, and Wilson vanished up it as Carney plunged back into the room. As the detective
entered through the panel door, Watkins, in full chauffeur regalia, appeared from the hallway.
Well, who sent you? Karnie pounced on him.
"'I don't know,' Watkins returned.
Some man, Gladwin, I think, is the name.
I was sent here for a lady.
Well, you sit out in the hall and wait, snapped Carney,
who again proceeded to explore the room, muttering and cursing.
The voice of Travers Gladwin, in heated argument upstairs with Officer Ryan, became audible.
I'll settle that fresh kid, Carney ejaculated and made a break for the stairs.
his departure was wilson's cue to let himself down from the chimney he signalled watkins who was sitting in the hall watkins glided in
by george exclaimed wilson we are going at some in here you certainly are taking big chances butting in i didn't think you had the nerve it's a hundred to one against me but i've beaten bigger odds than that
you get up that chimney and i'll plant myself in the chest quick they're coming down again watkins went up the chimney with the sinuous speed of a snake and the pitcher expert
went into the chest with the agility of a wolf spider ducking into its trap.
They were coming from all directions this time,
Gladwin down the stairs, about fourteen jumps ahead of Carney,
proclaiming that he would telephone his lawyer
and that he could put up five million dollars in bonds for bail, if need be.
Phelan was coming through the front door,
and Captain Stone through the hallway from the kitchen.
Glimpsing Gladwin, Phelan made a flying dive for him, yelling,
I got him, I got him!
They rolled on the floor in a heap.
Have you got him, Phelan?
cried Captain Stone, rushing through the room and into the hallway.
I have, sir, responded Phelan, proudly, getting to his feet and pulling up his captive.
What the devil's this?
bald Captain Stone, recognizing Gladwin.
The thief, sir, responded Phelan.
The thief, hell, that's Mr. Gladwin.
What?
Stuttered Phelan.
Once again, he entered into a condition of complete mental paralysis.
Has he hurt you, sir? asked the captain, solicitously,
noting that Gladwin's face was writhing.
nothing mortal winced the young man what's the matter with you phelan the captain jumped on him have you been drunk to-day no sir gurgled phelan i
don't try to stop me officer i've come for my niece crashed the shrill voice of mrs elvara burton she had seized a dramatic moment for her re-entry end of chapter thirty-eight
recording by roger maline chapter thirty nine of officer six sixty six this librovoc's recording is in the public domain recording by roger maline
officer six sixty six by barton w curry and auguston mckew chapter thirty nine piling on phelan's agony
mrs burton would have arrived much earlier into the midst of the mailstrom of events at the gladwin mansion had not fate in the shape of a tire blow-out intervened she had set out from police headquarters with detective carney as a passenger and she had urged her red-headed chauffeur to pay not
the slightest heed to speed laws or any other laws. He had obeyed with such enthusiasm that the
blowout had occurred at the intersection of Fifth Avenue and 42nd Street. Late as the hour was,
there was a large crowd gathered to hear the society leader of Omaha deliver a lecture in strange
French and caustic English. Carney had trans-ship to a taxi cab, which accounted for his earlier
arrival.
Who's in charge here? cried Mrs. Burton, sweeping into the room with all-sales set and
drying to the storm.
I am, replied Captain Stone, none too pleasantly as the gold-lorniettes were waved under his
nose.
Well, I came for my niece.
Produce her at once, insisted the panting woman.
You'll have to wait a few minutes, answered Captain Stone, grimly,
we're otherwise engaged at present.
But I have a warrant.
I've ordered Mr. Gladwin's arrest, she shrilled.
We'll attend to that later, snapped the captain.
We're looking for a thief who broke in here tonight.
A thief, exclaimed Mrs. Burton.
Well, I saw him.
What? asked the amazed officer.
Yes, when I was here before.
and there he is now only he's got a policeman's uniform on mrs burton pointed an accusing finger at michael phelan who proceeded to turn livid
you saw that man here before asked the wondering captain yes he was in his shirt-sleeves and when he saw me he ran away to hide are you sure about this asked captain stone slowly turning and scowling at the condemned phelan
i should say i am declared the relentless mrs burton how could i ever forget that face captain i want to explain chattered phelan
it'll be enough time for that the captain checked him for the present you camp right here in this room don't you budge an inch from it that thief is somewhere in this house and we've got to find him
give me my niece first cried mrs burton captain stone ignored the request and shouted to carney and the three men who had followed him into the room
come we are wasting time this house must be searched again and searched thoroughly i don't believe you have half done it lead the way carney we'll begin on the next floor
as they went out sadie burton timidly approached whitney barnes who was still making the rounds of every policeman in the house and pleading to be unlocked
how do you do what is the matter she said timidly looking up into barnes's distressed face i don't do at all replied barnes tragically folding his arms in an effort to conceal the handcuffs
why you seem to have a chill sadie sympathized with real concern in her voice i should say i have gasped barnes a most awful chill but it may pass off excuse me here's a new policeman i haven't asked yet
the young man crossed the room to phalyn have you got a key to these infernal shackles he asked while sadie looked wonderingly after him
"'I've got a key to nothing,' growled Phelan.
"'Don't talk to me. I'd like to kill some of you.'
Barnes retreated, backing into Mrs. Burton, who turned and seized him.
"'Do you know where my niece is?' she demanded.
"'Oh, yes, she's here, only you're breaking my arm.
"'Where is she? And where is that fiend Gladwin?'
"'Oh, the fiend Gladwin?'
went upstairs to her. She's upstairs, asleep.
Asleep?
Oh, I don't know. Go up and find her. That is... I beg your pardon. I'll lead the way.
Come, Miss Sadie. The handcuffed youth led the procession up the stairs, leaving Officer 666 as solitary Sentinel in the great drawing room and picture gallery.
Well, I guess I'm dished for fair.
groaned phelan as he mournfully surveyed the deserted room and allowed his eyes to rest on the portrait of a woman who looked out at him from mischievous blue eyes
and all for a pair of them eyes he added wistfully tis tough he might have gone on at some length with this doleful soliloquy had not a hand suddenly closed over his mouth with the grip of a steel trap
alf wilson had come out of the chest as noiselessly as he had originally entered it and good fortune favored him to the extent of placing phelan with his back to him while his troubled mind was steeped in a mixture of love and despair
as the thief pounced upon the ill-fated officer six sixty six he uttered pst ptsk wotkins that sinuous individual writhed out of the fireplace and came to his assistance
get his elbows and put your knee in his back instructed the thief while i reach for my ether gun thank god here it is in my pocket
phelan struggled in a fruitless effort to tear himself free but wilson's grip was the grip of unyielding wreaths of steel and the slim and wiry watkins was just as muscular for his weight
it was the task of a moment for the picture expert to bring round the little silver device he called his ether gun phelan was gasping for breath through his nostrils and wilson had only to press the bulb once or twice before the policeman's muscles relaxed and he fell limply into watkins's arms
that'll hold him for ten minutes at least breathed wilson that's right watkins prop him up while i get his belt and coat off then into the chest
phelan was completely insensible but his weight and the squareness of his bulk made it a strenuous task to support him and at the same time remove his coat only a man of wilson's size and prodigious strength could have accomplished the feat in anything like the time required
and both he and watkins were purple and breathless when they lowered the again unfrocked officer six sixty six into the chest and piled portieres and a small persian rug on top of him
while watkins held up the lid the thief tore off his claw hammer coat and stuffed that down into the chest in another instant he had forced his shoulders into the uniform coat donned the cap and buckled on the belt
Now break for it, Watkins, he gasped, fighting the buttons into the buttonholes.
Take it easy out the front door. I'll go out in the balcony and call to the men in the street that it's all right.
Start the engine in the car and keep it going till I can make my getaway.
Now! Watkins vanished out the door at the psychological moment.
Captain Stone and Carney were coming down the stairs engaged in earnest.
conversation. So engrossed were they when they entered the room that they failed to notice the
absence of Officer 66, whose uniform was strutting on the balcony, while he himself lay
anesthetized in the chest. How could he have been hiding in those portiers, Carney?
Captain Stone was saying. I looked through them before I left the room.
I don't know how, Captain, replied Carney.
But he was, and Gladwin knew it.
You're sure of that?
Positive.
I say, Captain, do you know where Mr. Ryan is?
Intervened the roving Barnes, who seemed to have bobbed up from nowhere in particular with Sadie in his train.
He may be in the cellar, and he may be on the roof, snapped the captain.
Don't bother me now.
But I must bother you by Joe.
persisted the frantic barns i demand that you send that man to unlock me i'm not a prisoner or that sort of thing captain stone ignored him addressing carney
well if he isn't out now he can't get out without an airship still we had better search some more below stairs where's that man phelan gone look out on the balcony carney
carney stepped to the curtains pulled them back dropped them and nodded he's out there very well let's go down into the cellar and work up there isn't a room in the house now that isn't guarded
but damn it captain exploded barnes again rattling his handcuffs don't annoy me can't you see i'm busy was all the satisfaction he got as the captain and the central office man
left the room. Sadie came forward shyly as the policeman left.
Did you find out where he is? she asked anxiously.
In the cellar or on the roof? When I get to the roof he is in the cellar,
and when I reach the cellar he is on the roof. He's more elusive than a ghost.
Whoever are you talking about? cried Sadie.
Mr. Ryan, of course.
But I don't mean Mr. Ryan. I mean the chauffeur who came for Helen. I heard Mr. Carney speaking
about him upstairs.
Oh, there's a chauffeur after her, too, said Barnes, enigmatically.
Yes, and wasn't it fortunate that the police arrived just in time to save her?
The police, sniffed Barnes in disgust. A lot they had to do with saving her.
didn't they really they did not they bungled the whole thing up horribly why they'd have brought in a parson to marry them if it hadn't been barnes managed to blush
then who did prevent the elopement asked sadie eagerly i can't get a word out of helen on account of auntie l can't you guess said barnes mysteriously looking down upon her with a sudden
turn of ardor.
Oh, did you do it?
And Sadie looked up at him from under her lashes.
Didn't I tell you I'd do it?
Swelled Barnes.
Sadie thanked him with her wonderfully expressive eyes.
Oh, it was nothing, shrugged Barnes.
You're the nicest man I ever met, blurted Sadie with astounding frankness.
Do you mean that?
cried Barnes, rapturously.
Indeed, I mean it, admitted Sadie, timidly, backing away from his burning glances.
Then you won't mind my saying, said Barnes fervently, that you're the nicest met.
I mean, girl, I ever met.
Why, would you believe it?
Confound it?
Here's that man Gladwin again.
Please, come upstairs and I'll finish.
Handcuffs or no handcuffs.
End of Chapter 39.
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Chapter 40 of Officer 666.
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Chapter 40.
Striking while the iron is hot.
As Travers Gladwin skimmed up the stairs to warn Helen of the arrival of her aunt,
he was thinking on four sides of his brain at the same time,
and revolving together so many lightning plans that the result was a good deal of a jumble.
In consequence, he was wild-eyed, out of breath,
and more than a trifle incoherent,
when he parted the crimson curtains of the den and precipitably entered,
"'Your aunt,' he began, as he checked his momentum and stopped against a table beside which
Miss Burton was seated.
"'But don't get up, and don't be frightened.
She need never know.
I'll take the blame for everything.
"'I am the travers glad when you are going to elope with, and I'll go to jail if necessary.'
He paused for breath while Helen rose from her chair and protested.
"'Impossible, Mr.
Mr. Gladwin, Iā'
Nothing of the sort, the young man stopped her.
It is perfectly possible, and I only wish that I were the man you had chosen to elope with.
I'd elope with you now, in a minute, aunt or no aunt.
You must not talk that way, cried the young girl, her face aflame.
You are only saying this out of politeness, a sense of chivalry.
and while I appreciate all you are doing for me, I could not accept any such sacrifice.
Sacrifice, he retorted, with increasing ardor.
Call it a blessing.
Call it heavenly boon.
Call it the pinnacle of my desire, the apogee of my hopes.
Call it anything in the world but sacrifice.
Oh, you must not talk to me this way, exclaimed the girl, sinking back into her
chair and covering her face with her hands.
"'But I certainly must,' the young man reeled on.
"'It is the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth.
"'It has come upon me like a stroke of lightning.
"'It may not seem reasonable.
"'It may not seem sane.
"'I can't help that.
"'It is here, inside of me.'
"'Stop,' Helen interposed again, her voice faint and tremulous.
you are taking advantage of my helpless situation.
Why, you hardly know me, she added,
with a swift change of tone,
as if she had made a sudden discovery.
Taking her hands from her face,
she looked up at him through widening eyes, misty with tears.
The young man bit his lip and turned his head away.
Pardon me, he said bitterly after a moment's pause.
I had not thought of it in that light.
It does seem as if I were taking advantage of you.
He looked at her steadily a moment until she dropped her eyes.
Can you think I am that sort of a man?
He asked abruptly, and the tenseness of his voice made her glance up at him again.
Helen made another remarkable discovery,
that he had fine eyes and a splendid mouth and nose.
"'Can you think I am that sort of a man?' he repeated slowly,
forcing her to continue to yield her eyes to his earnest regard.
"'No, no,' Helen returned hastily.
"'I did not mean it that way, only I cannot quite understand it.
You never saw me till a few hours ago, and thenāand then I was engaged,'
she paused and shuddered but that was a case of hypnotism burst out the young man letting himself go again he is a marvellous man i wish i had half of his strength of will and-and good looks
it is past belief that he is who he is with all his talents his appearance and his magnificent courage if it is in my power the police shall not reach him
at first my only object was to save you from the dreadful position of becoming the wife of such a man and also from the scandal that must have followed if your elopement were discovered and he were arrested
but now i must confess that the man compels my admiration and that i want to see him free for his own sake and he is still in the house said helen anxiously
yes yes and here comes your aunt now i pray you let me take the brunt of this storm i will ask nothing more of you i am travers gladwin and we were to have eloped do you promise for here she is
yes helen whispered and then the storm burst so here you are at last helen burton came the first roll of thunder from the doorway
it was not as terrifying a rumble as it might have been had not the statuesque and tightly laced mrs burton lost a good deal of breath and coming up the stairs
she came on into the room with tragic step followed by whitney barnes and sadie the latter keeping very close to barnes as if she feared that her cousin would cover her with reproaches for having revealed the secret of the projected elopement
calm yourself madam calm yourself began travers gladwin as he stepped between her and her niece and who are you pray asked the majestic woman haughtily
i am to blame for it all he cried i am travers gladwin what you are travers gladwin you are the wretch who sought to steal off in the dead of night with my niece and war
"'You? You?'
"'Mrs. Burton looked unutterable threats and maledictions.
Travers Gladwin could not resist a smile, which he hid by bowing low and stammering.
"'I must humbly confess to being myself, and plead guilty of the crime of falling passionately in love with your niece.
"'Iā'
Helen rose quickly to her feet and confronted her aunt.
There was fire in the young girl's eye as she said,
Aunt Ella, it is all a mistake.
Thisā
Now Helen, Gladwin turned and took the young girl's hand.
Please let me explain.
You promised.
She promised what?
Flaired Mrs. Burton.
She foolishly promised to elope with me, said Gladwin sweetly.
But when she got here and thought of the shock,
and grief that her dear aunt might suffer, she suddenly changed her mind.
I had everything arranged, car waiting,
parson waiting, marriage license in my pocket, everything.
You see, madam, I am the only guilty party.
Your niece was the innocent victim of my wiles.
Mrs. Burton looked from one to the other in complete bewilderment.
Helen could only blush and look confused.
the immensity of gladwin's lie struck her dumb sadie was staring at him in open-mouthed amazement even whitney barnes blinked his eyes and forgot his handcuffs
travers gladwin met mrs burton's frowning and perplexed stare with a fatuous smile at last she turned to whitney barnes and asked is he telling the truth oh yes said barnes readily
and if it hadn't been for me he might have kidnapped her he's almost as madly in love with her as i am you will have to excuse me a moment i think i see that man ryan
the shackled young man suddenly darted out of the room followed by sadie who seemed irresistibly drawn in his wake mrs burton looked after them helplessly
a suspicion suddenly flashed in her brain and she turned back to gladwin i feel sure that you are deceiving me she charged him and that that other young man is travers gladwin you can't tell me that his wrists were not handcuffed for i just saw them
you are entirely mistaken gladwin returned soberly if you will kindly step out into the music-room i will show you a modest portrait of myself that was painted three years ago by an eminent american artist
helen you will pardon us for just a moment and he turned with a broad smile that won him a smile in return for the humor of the situation had gradually beaten down whatever other emotions stirred in the girl
breast. Like one reluctantly led in a dream, Mrs. Burton allowed Gladwin to escort her into the
music room outside, and conduct her to a painting that hung in an obscure corner of the room.
Do you think it flatters me? he asked, as she regarded it dumbly. She looked at him curiously,
and then back at the portrait, then shook her head and muttered,
There's a mystery here somewhere.
You are all banded together in a conspiracy.
I do not know whom to believe.
But it has gone far enough.
We will go back to Omaha tomorrow.
I had no idea New York was such a terrible place.
Why are all these policemen running about?
Mainly in your interest, responded Gladwin quickly.
But if you'll look at you.
consent not to send me to jail, I will get them out of the house and keep the unhappy termination
of my romance out of the newspapers."
"'Of course it must not get in the newspapers,' cried the horrified Mrs. Burton.
"'Then, madam, if you will go back to Helen and promise not to be too hard with her,
I will attend to it.'
"'Was your father's name Edwin Gladwin?' asked Mrs. Burton, looking at him,
with a swift change of expression, as he led her back to the room he called his den.
Yes, said the young man, but if you will excuse me, I will endeavor to get rid of all these policemen.
He suddenly darted from her and descended the stairs.
End of Chapter 40.
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Chapter 41 of Officer 666.
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Chapter 41
The Escape
While he had not the slightest notion where the picture expert had managed to conceal himself
during his own enforced absence from the scene of the chase,
Travers Gladwin was confident that the man was capable of outwitting an army
of the sort of man-hunters who were swarming within.
and without the aristocratic premises.
When he caught sight of Whitney Barnes and Sadie in a tender confab that was just about
to frond out into the full foliage of a romantic climax, it was on his tongue to bid them carry
their hearts upstairs and string them together in a more secluded spot.
They beat him to his own suggestion and were gone before he could utter a syllable.
He had the great drawing-room and picture-dress.
gallery to himself, and was scanning every corner of it when a voice punctuated the silence.
Ah, Mr. Gladwin!
The young man turned quickly and saw what he at first mistook for a uniformed constable,
emerged from the portieres that screened the window.
Well, if it isn't, he began in gaping surprise.
Murphy, sir, only a tighter fit.
Wilson stepped through the curtains twirling his club.
"'So you are six-66 now, eh?'
"'Gladwin birded.
"'And Phelanā'
"'The gentleman who belongs in this tight-fitting frock?
"'Oh, he's still about.'
"'And you managed to bribe him?'
"'Not exactly that, Mr. Gladwin.
"'Say I persuaded him.'
"'My.'
my hat is off to you again exclaimed the young man but don't waste any time you can get away easily in that uniform quick and good luck
i never hurry in these cases returned the thief with an air of calm indifference you see i have an idea that the captain and carney are waiting for me at the front door for they made a loud declaration that they were going to search the cellar i have had a good idea that the captain and carney are waiting for me at the front door for they made a loud declaration that they were going to search the cellar i have had had
had similar experiences, my young friend.
But they won't leave the front door,
and they may burst in here at any moment, protested Gladwin.
But they will leave the front door when I want them to,
said the other softly.
By Jove, you're a wonderful chap.
I've got to be, to keep out of jail.
It's a shame that you misdirect your energies and genius,
said the young man earnestly.
But you must acknowledge that I work hard for what I get.
Yes, I do.
And I really love pictures.
For themselves?
Yes, for themselves.
Travers Gladwin stood frowning at the floor for a moment,
then looked up quickly.
See here, then.
You've worked mighty hard for my pictures.
and I'm going to give you a few of the best of them.
Here!
And Gladwin stepped over to the corner of the room
where the trunk had been dropped
and picked up a bundle of canvases.
The picture expert wore a broad grin
as the young man came toward him.
He waved aside the proffered bundle and said,
Those are not the best of them, just a minute.
He reached behind him and pulled down
from under his belted coat,
a similar carefully rolled bundle.
These are the gems of your collection,
he said grimly, offering the slim roll of canvases.
I can't keep them now.
You've been too white about this whole thing.
I couldn't even accept the Blue Boy.
Gladwin refused to accept the paintings,
and the thief laid them down on the table.
Stepping closer to the young man,
he bent down and said low and,
earnestly. When a man goes wrong, Gladwin, and the going leans against the lines of least
resistance, it's easier to keep on going than to stop and switch off into the hard and narrow
path. He is always hoping that something will take hold of him and set him right, and that
hope usually involves a woman. I've been dreaming lately that I wanted something to set me going
in the right direction, but it seems that you have beaten me to that, or are on the fair road to do it.
The trouble is that I have forgotten how to go about a clean thing cleanly.
I'm mighty sorry, butāGladwin started.
But you're also mighty glad.
I shall always remember you, Wilson, and here's my hand on it, that I shall always be willing to help you up and out of theā
Theātheāthe muck, supplied the thief,
accepting Gladwin's hand and gripping it.
However, we are wasting time and keeping the ladies up till an unconscionable hour.
If you will get your little Jap down here without making a noise about it,
I can use him and bid you good-night.
Gladwin went warily out into the hallway,
reconnoitered the front door and vestibule,
then went to the stairway and uttered a short, sharp whistle.
Badiato came down as if on winged feet
and halted as if turned to stone
between the big man in the uniform of Officer 666 and his master.
"'Come here,' said Wilson and plucked the Jap by the arm.
Batiato trembled with apprehension.
"'Would you like to catch the thief?' the picture expert asked.
him. He's ser!
Badiato looked at his master, who nodded reassuringly.
Well, the thief is in your master's room, said Wilson, impressively.
Go up there and bang in the door.
Take that poker out of the fireplace and make all the noise you can. Do you understand me?
He's serre! And Badiato's long-lost grin returned.
I make bang!
bang bang yes and yell police quick quick quick catch thief he sir big much police come and teef run batiatto run too and police find all empty
good hurry and wilson gave the jap an unnecessary push toward the fireplace for the little oriental fairly flew on his errand a moment later their burst
upon the stillness of the mansion a frightful uproar. The noise was distinctly audible in the
street, as Wilson had slipped to the door and opened it, then concealed himself behind a curtain.
It was only a matter of seconds before Captain Stone, Carney, and the entire outside patrol
rushed in and piled up the stairs. Travers Gladwin had not stirred from where he stood in the
drawing room when Badiato got his instructions.
He was intensely excited and feared that some slip might spoil his inspired plan.
Goodbye, came a muffled hail from the hallway.
Then there was silence, both within and without.
Gad, I hope he makes it, cried the young man and rushed to the window.
He had hardly reached there when the stillness was punctual.
by a crash of shifting gears and the racket of a 60-horsepower engine thrown into sudden,
furious action.
He's gone, Gladwin breathed, as he saw a touring car hurl itself athwart his vision.
He recognized his former servant, Watkins, at the wheel.
End of Chapter 41, recording by Roger Maline.
Chapter 42 of Officer 666.
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chapter forty two michael phelan's predicament it was as if a great burden had been removed from his shoulders leaving the window and stepping back into the room travers gladwin stretched his arms above his head and exhaled a long breath of satisfaction
Now I can sit down and await developments, he said to himself, slipping into a chair and stretching out his legs.
And it will only remain for Michael Phelan to turn up or to fail to turn up, and the mystery of the escape is explained.
Poor Phelan! He must be a terrific simpleton, and I suppose I am partly to blameā
His gaze had wandered to the great chest, the lid of which was dismal.
distinctly rising.
Before Gladwin could jump to his feet, the lid was thrown back,
and there sat the subject of his soliloquy in his shirt-sleeves,
jerking his head about like a jack-in-the-box.
"'Where in blazes am I?' he groaned, as his eyes made out traversed Gladwin.
"'You seem to be in the chest,' replied the young man, covering his mouth with his hand.
"'Holy marther!'
the uniform is gone again exploded phelan struggling to his feet and examining his shirt-sleeves as if he feared he were the victim of witchcraft
he climbed out of the chest and turned a vindictive glance upon gladwin who composed his features and said not guilty this time officer phelan stared at him stupidly for a second and then let his arms and shoulders go limp he was a lugubriously pathetic
figure as he turned up his eyes and muttered.
Oh, I remember.
They took it off me and drugged me and rammed me into the chest.
Wara, warra, I'm a goner now for sure.
Gladwin was about to speak when there was a run of feet on the stairs,
and in-burst Captain Stone and Detective Carney.
At the sight of Phelan, the captain recoiled and his jaw dropped.
carney likewise regarded him in blank astonishment where's your uniform phelan roared captain stone when he could get his breath they took it off me drugged me and half murdered me eight of em whined phelan
eight of em yelled the captain there was only one of them you numskull i hoped a croak if there wasn't two of em with a strength of eight rejoined phelan
wiping his dripping forehead and rolling his eyes.
And they chloroformed me and stuffed me into the chest.
You can ask Mr. Gladwin.
If you let that thief escape in your uniform, Mike Phelan,
stormed the infuriated, Captain.
I'll break you tomorrow.
And as for you, Mr. Gladwin, if you had a hand in this...
Calm yourself, Captain, returned the young man.
I am unable to claim the honor.
I just happened in here as Mr. Phelan was coming out of the chest.
Why did that Jap make such a thundering racket upstairs?
Broke in Carney.
The whole thing looks to me like a frame-up.
Travers Gladwin shrugged his shoulders and said easily,
considering the number of policemen on the job,
does it not also take on the aspect of a slip-up?
It would make rather amusing reading in the newspapers,
but if you prefer, gentlemen, we can let the matter drop right here.
Captain Stone and Carney looked at each other
and found no comfort in each other's countenances.
Even though he got away with $100,000 worth of my paintings,
slipping out from under your very noses,
Gladwin pressed his advantage,
I may, for the sake of avoiding notoriety,
decide that it is best to keep the thing quiet.
of course it is in your power to compel publicity not against your wishes sir said captain stone meekly
and you mr carney smiled the young man looking up into the frowning visage of the much advertised central office man captain stone is my superior officer said carney shortly through compressed lips
very well then captain gladwin ran on we will just drop the incident from our minds you will oblige me by calling off your men at once
captain stone bowed and left the room followed by carney well phelan said gladwin turning to that distressed individual the evening's entertainment seems at an end tis a devil of an entertainment for me
I'll be broke tomorrow.
Oh, no, Phelan, and the young man walked over and patted him on the shoulder.
Not broke, you'll resign.
A swell chance I've got to resign, with no shield to turn in.
It'll break the heart of me, poor old mother.
There were tears in Michael Phelan's voice, and his woe-begone expression was pitiable,
young Gladwin hastened to cheer up.
up. I will take it upon myself to see that you are honorably discharged, Phelan.
I can almost swear that, a little note to Captain Stone, with an enclosure of, say,
four figures, will put through your resignation.
But I'll be out of a job, won't I? Flaired Phelan.
Not for a minute. I am going to give you a job for life.
What?
Yes, and at twice the Saturdays.
you were getting. I'm going to appoint you my private watchman to guard my picture gallery."
"'Sure, and this ain't one of your jokes?' Phelan asked, with a dismal effort to summon a grin.
Indeed, it is not, and here is that $500 bill you so foolishly surrendered to my friend the picture expert.
Now, as all your fellow officers seem to have departed, you can begin your duties by going upstate.
and telling the ladies that the blockade has been raised by the time michael phelan got the crisp saffron bill tucked away in his jeans he was in full and glorious grin and made for the stairway with an agility that was a distinct revelation of hidden resources
a few minutes later mrs burton entered the room followed by her two nieces as her now calmer eye took in the room and the empty
picture frames, Mrs. Burton exclaimed,
"'What ever have you been doing here?'
"'Some of my canvases need cleaning,' was the ready response,
with a wink at Whitney Barnes, who was hovering about Sadie.
"'So I took the most valuable ones out of the frames to send them to the cleaners.'
Mrs. Burton swallowed the fib and began a tour of inspection of the room.
"'Your father collected some of these, didn't he?' she said after a pause.
"'Your father and my father were very good friends.
I remember not so long ago hearing him tell of that portrait of your ancestor,' indicating the steward.
"'Now, I like this one. A Gainesboro, isn't it?' she had stopped in front of the blue boy.
"'Do you like that one?' cried the young man.
"'It's charming,' gushed Mrs. Burton.
"'It's yours.'
"'Mine! Why, I couldn't think of it.'
"'Please do me the honor of accepting it.'
"'After what has occurred tonight? Why, Iā'
Mrs. Burton couldn't take her eyes from the picture,
and seemed thrilled with an ecstasy of admiration.
"'I will have it packed and shipped to you tomorrow.'
mrs burton wheeled upon him with an expression that fairly took him to her arms you dear generous boy she cried
if helen had only confided in me here is my card come to me to-morrow and we will have a family conference i auntie interposed helen in alarm
i will take charge of all the wedding arrangements ran on auntie fairly bubbling over come early in the afternoon mr gladwin i must get my girls to bed good-night come girls
mrs burton started for the door and helen lingered behind oh whatever shall i do she whispered to gladwin
whatever your heart dictates he whispered in reply and did he escape came the frightened query as she dropped her eyes and blushed yes and they will never get em thank you
she gave him her hand for a moment and was gone end of chapter forty two recording by roger maline chapter forty three of officer six sixty six this librivox recording is in the public domain recording by roger
officer six sixty six by barton w curry and auguston mckew chapter forty three the circumvention of auntie
sadie sat up with a start and rubbed her eyes all right nanette she said sleepily i'm awake
the trim rosy-cheeked maid smiled and swiftly left the room she had deposited one armful of fluffy things on a chair beside sadie's bed and another armful of fluffy things on a chair beside helen's bed
she had also performed other mysterious little offices noiselessly before going to the side of sadie's bed and sleeping like an innocent babe said the comely nanette to herself with a depth of affection in her tone
then she bent down and called in sadie's ear ten o'clock miss sadie she had to repeat the whispered call several times before sadie's eyelids fluttered and she stirred into life
the maid had vanished by the time the younger of the two sleeping beauties had removed the cobwebs from her eyes the twin rosewood beds lay side by side enveloped by the transparent silken hangings of a single canopy
the room was exquisitely done in pink and everywhere were evidences that the two lucky mortals who slumbered therein were coddled and pampered to the limit of modern luxury
say de's robe de neu as the fashion magazines put it was a creation of laces and ribbons and mighty becoming she had admitted this to herself as she surveyed her reflection in the tall oval mirror only five hours before
she admitted it again as she hopped out of bed and confronted herself in the same mirror then she turned and ran quickly to the side of helen's bed she bent down and kissed her cousin
get up helen sadie urged as the blue eyes reluctantly opened get up and dress dear we haven't much time
much time for what asked helen sitting up and going through the ceremony of rubbing her eyes much time before auntie awakes a rosy blush spread up from the ribbons at sadie's throat to the roots of her fair hair helen's eyes were wide open now
and she looked at her cousin in frowning puzzlement and mr hog is expected said sadie with swift inspiration whatever are you driving at asked helen
are you anxious to greet mr hogg pouted sadie no was the vehement response then we must be out when he comes and i have an important engagement at eleven
helen shot two little pink feet out of the covers and planked them down on the velvety rug whom have you an engagement with sadie burton she asked with breathless eagerness i have an engagement to elope
this time sadie turned her head to hide her blushes helen seemed actually paralyzed there was an intense pause before sadie wheeled round flung her head to find her blushing helen seemed actually paralyzed there was an intense pause before sadie wheeled round flung her head to find her head to find her head to find her,
and said with more fire than she had ever in her life displayed with mr whitney barnes and you are going to assist me you and mr gladwin you cannot be serious sadie said the older cousin slowly
i am though was the passionate rejoinder nanette and i packed my steamer trunk after you and auntie went to bed hurry now helen dear for what you and auntie went to bed hurry now helen dear for
we must be at the little church around the corner at eleven o'clock. I am going to wear my
grey travelling dress, and you, you're brown. Why, you dreadful little minx, you, cried Helen.
If you are poking fun at me, I will never forgive you. I am not poking fun, retorted Sadie,
with the same ardor and almost in tears. It is all planned and arranged. Whitney promised to have
everything ready at the church, including Travers Gladwin. He said he couldn't wait another minute
after eleven o'clock that the suspense would kill him, and he was so terribly in earnest about it
that I believe him. You goose, exclaimed Helen, but now she was smiling, and there was a happy
light in her eyes. Do you mean to tell me Sadie Burton, she added, that you fell in love with that
young man in a few hours? You, the man-hater?
Yes, admitted Sadie, her cheeks again on fire.
And a man you don't know anything about? A perfect stranger?
This brought the fire into the timid Mrs. eyes, and she returned warmly.
I know everything about him, Helen Burton. His whole family history,
and he is only obeying orders in rushing the ceremony.
obeying orders yes his father commanded him to marry me at once and if he doesn't obey he will be disinherited and have to become a plumber or something to make a living
his father is joshua barnes the mustard king you must have heard of him when i told auntie who he was she almost collapsed and said something about joshua barnes buying and saying something about joshua barnes buying and saying something about joshua barnes buying and said,
selling twenty hogs i suppose she meant jabez hog why i never heard of such a thing sadie mr barnes could not have been serious his father never saw you in his life
oh but he telephoned his father all about it before he proposed to me he was sure i would say yes he is a wonderful mind-reader and believes in mysteries and fate he said the minute he saw me
he knew i was his fate once more the modest sadie was in a state bordering on conflagration helen's eye sobered as she looked at and beyond sadie
that was the very thing travers gladwin i mean the real one said to me she mused he did yes and the way things have turned out it would seem
helen stopped and covered her face with her hands sadie ran to her and put her arms about her you are going to help us aren't you helen dear said sadie tremulously
i would tell auntie about it only she would want a tremendous wedding and all that whitney and i both hate big weddings i am too timid and he is too nervous says he might swallow the ring and choke to death
you will now helen darling there was a little sob in sadie's voice and helen surrendered you are doing a very rash thing sadie helen lectured striving to draw her brows into an expression of impressive solemnity
my own terrible experience should have been a lesson to you-a warning a-but it was whitney barnes who saved you helen cried sadie exultantly
you owe it all to him, and that is why I began to love him.
Nonsense, retorted Helen sharply.
Mr. Barnes had nothing whatever to do with it.
All he did was to get himself handcuffed and run about absurdly trying to be unlocked.
But he was on watch and planned and planned, Sadie defended her hero.
Sadie Burton, I say that Whitney Barnes had nothing
whatever to do with it. He was merely an instrument. Travers Gladwin did it all. I owe everything to him,
everything. He would have gone to jail for me, sacrificed all his wonderful paintings. Oh,
Sadie, it was wonderful of him. It was Sadie who was thunderstruck now by the ardor in her cousin's voice.
Her amazement soon gave way to a beaming smile, and she mumbled as she turned to her.
her dressing table.
I do believe she is in love with him.
End of Chapter 43.
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Chapter 44 of Officer 666.
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Chapter 44.
Miss Featherington's Shattered Dream
Marietta Featherington couldn't seem to concentrate her mind upon that
13th chapter of Lily the lovely laundress
The handsome rat-catcher had just beaten the aristocratic villain to a pulp
And would have finished the job neatly and thoroughly had not Lily raised her lovely fair hand and cried with the imperiousness of an empress
Pause Giovanni pause! He may have
have a mother. Ordinarily, Miss Featherington would have raced through the pages hungrily,
avidly. Not so on this fair November afternoon. Whether it was the mince pie and melted
cheese she had partaken of a bare hour before, or whether it was the even more so than
usual grumpy mood of her employer, Joshua Barnes, she could not tell. Perhaps it was
neither. She refused to analyze it. Whatever the cause, she felt heavy and wistful and sad.
From time to time, the emotional Miss Featherington allowed Whitney Barnes to flip through the corridors
of her imagination. He had walked heavily through her dreams the night before. His strange
words of yesterday had strangely moved her. Desperately, she had striven to solve the mystery,
were they words of love if so how would old grim barnes accept the declaration from his son's lips that he loved the humble though yes though beautiful stenographer lady of the barnes mustard company limited
miss featherington had half expected to walk into joshua barnes presence that morning and meet with a torrent of abuse she had rehearsed a cold and haughty retort
but her employer had greeted her with a gruff good morning and an expression that was equivalent to a smile alas the prince had not spoken
marietta pounded out forty-two letters containing references to as many different kinds of assorted and selected mustard before she succeeded in dismissing the air to the mustard millions from her romantic thoughts and creating a new hero in his stead
the new hero some way fell down and she picked up lily the lovely laundress but even the lovely lily failed to thrill and she laid the book aside
a long sigh was escaping from the depressed maiden's bosom when the door of the ante-room opened and who should enter but whitney barnes marietta swallowed her sigh and clasped her hand over her palpitating heart
the young man was not alone however and he did not deign miss featherington a glance as he held the door open and cried come in children
the children were none other than helen and sadie and travers gladwin nor did they deign miss featherington a glance as they assembled in a little group talking in hushed tones and punctuating their talk with suppressed laughter
by the time whitney barnes did turn to marietta that young lady's nose was elevated to an excruciating angle so much so that she was unable to fulfil her desire to sniff
there was cold oterre in her stare as she met the smile of whitney barnes and replied to his query yes mr barnes your father is in and alone
thank you miss featherington cried the young man gaily and an instant later the little party of four had vanished behind a mahogany portal
joshua barnes was bent over his desk writing as the door opened noiselessly and the four young people entered when he looked up his son travers gladwin and helen were lined up beside his chair the two young men smiling sheepishly and the girl
girls blushing crimson and looking down at the floor hello pater opened whitney barnes you remember travers gladwin this is mrs gladwin a bride of sixty-seven minutes
old grim barnes was on his feet in an instant with a gallant bow to helen and a hearty handshake for the bridegroom for a second or two he failed to descry sadie who as per
rehearsal was hidden behind the two young men. As with a look of surprise, he spied her,
Helen drew Sadie to her and managed to stammer.
And this is my cousin Sadie, Mr. Barnes.
Sadie dropped a timid curtsy, her face on fire.
How do you do, miss, uh...
Joshua Barnes was feasting his eyes on Sadie's shy beauty.
and smiling benignly.
I didn't catch the name, he added, turning to Helen.
B'b-b-b-b-b-b-p, she began, when Whitney Barnes came to her rescue.
Barnes, Pater, Mrs. Sadie, that is, Mrs. Whitney Barnes, a bride of 77 minutes.
Whitney Barnes beamed upon his father and put his arm about the old gentleman
shoulders to support him.
How do you like my choice, Dad?
Isn't she a darling?
Why don't you ask to kiss the bride?
Joshua Barnes breathed with difficulty for a moment, and his eyes blinked.
Slowly he looked for confirmation in the faces of the newlywed Gladwins,
and when they both nodded and smiled, he returned his glance to Sadie,
who had turned very pale and was beginning to tremble.
The mustard king shook off his son's arm
and gathered Sadie to him with a bear hug.
He kissed her ten times in succession,
and then led her down in his chair and patted her shoulder.
Joshua Barnes was so happy that tears glistened in his eyes.
He continued to look at Sadie for a long moment
before he turned to his son and gulped,
"'Wittney Barnes, you scoundrel!'
Have you been keeping this from me?
Why, no, Dad, came the laughing answer.
I telephoned you about it last night, and you called me.
For the first time in my life, I made a mistake, Whitney Barnes, his father checked him,
and you both have my blessing a thousandfold, provided you will take me in as a border.
Done, exclaimed Whitney Barnes. The end.
End of Chapter 44.
End of Officer 666.
By Barton W. Curry and Augustine McHugh.
