The Mystery of the Secret Band Page 11

  CHAPTER XI _Bail_

  Mary Louise did not awaken until nine o'clock the following morning. Apleasant glow of triumph suffused her; she was experiencing her firstthrill of professional success. But the occurrence of the preceding nightwas only a partial victory, she reminded herself; the job was just begun.There were more thieves to be caught, and valuables to be recovered.

  She decided to ring for a breakfast tray in her room. She had often seenthis luxury pictured in the movies; now was her chance to try it out forherself. While it was being prepared she took a shower and dressed.

  Ten minutes later the tempting meal arrived. It was fun, she thought, asshe poured the coffee from the silver pot, to play being a wealthy lady,but it would be more enjoyable if Jane were with her.... However, she hadno time now to think of Jane or of her friends in Riverside; she mustconcentrate all her mental powers upon the mystery she was trying tosolve.

  These were the hypotheses she meant to build her case upon:

  1. Pauline Brooks and Mary Green were two members of a secret band ofhotel robbers, composed probably of women and girls.

  2. Pauline's "aunt," as she called her, must be the leader, since shewent from hotel to hotel.

  3. The two transient guests who had undoubtedly stolen the silverware andthe vase from Stoddard House were members of the same gang.

  4. Pauline's "aunt" had a country place where she probably hid the stolenarticles until they could be disposed of.

  Now, with these facts in mind, Mary Louise had several poignant questionsto answer:

  1. Was this country place at Center Square, and was that woman whom MaryLouise had seen in the dark Pauline's aunt?

  2. Was Margaret Detweiler connected with this gang?

  Mary Louise remembered that Mary Green had admitted that she knewMargaret and that Pauline had instantly contradicted her.

  It was still rather a muddle, she decided as she finished her breakfastand left the room. She took the elevator to Mrs. Weinberger's floor andhastily told her the story of the previous night's excitement; then,scarcely waiting for the older woman's congratulations, she hurried downto the manager's office.

  "The hotel is exceedingly grateful to you for the service you haverendered us, Miss Gay," said the man. "The least we can do is to presentyou with a receipted bill for your room and breakfast."

  Mary Louise gasped out her thanks: she had never dreamed of a reward.

  "And what became of the girls?" she inquired.

  "They are being held under five hundred dollars bail," was the reply.

  "They won't have any trouble raising that, I'm afraid," said Mary Louise."They'll skip and go right on with their old tricks."

  "Perhaps you're right, Miss Gay."

  "Is Mr. Hayden here?" she asked.

  "No, he has gone home," replied the manager. "But he left this memorandumfor you in case you want to visit the girls and see whether you can learnanything more about the case you're working on."

  Mary Louise put the paper with the address on it in her handbag andhurried back to Stoddard House. She found Mrs. Hilliard in her office onthe first floor, planning her work for the day.

  "I've great news for you, Mrs. Hilliard!" she cried, carefully closingthe door behind her. "I've caught two of the thieves, and you'll neverguess who they are!"

  "No, I won't even try," returned the other. "I'm not much good as adetective. But hurry up and tell me."

  "Pauline Brooks and Mary Green!"

  "Pauline Brooks!" repeated Mrs. Hilliard in amazement. "But tell me howyou know!"

  "The detective at the Bellevue and I caught them in men's clothing,trying to rob another guest at the hotel. Remember--I thought it was aman who stole my watch, though he did seem awfully small? Well, it wasPauline, and she was dressed up the same way last night!"

  "You're the cleverest girl I ever met, Mary Louise! How did you ever cometo suspect those girls?"

  "I'll tell you the whole story later--when I have more time, Mrs.Hilliard. I've got to be off now, after some evidence to prove that theywere the thieves who did the stealing here. You see, they're in jail nowfor what they did at the Bellevue, but I have nothing to prove they wereguilty of the robberies at Stoddard House."

  "But what are you going to do?"

  "I'm going to try to find the leader of their gang and find the treasurechest. And that reminds me, I want the names of those two transients whowere here when you missed the vase and the silverware."

  Mrs. Hilliard searched for them in her book, and Mary Louise copied them,although she had little hope that they would help her. The way thesegirls changed names with each change of residence made it extremelybaffling.

  "Where do you expect to look for the leader of this gang?" asked themanager.

  "I'm going to drive up to Center Square again, right now. In a hired'drive it yourself' car."

  "Isn't that where you got that blow on your head?"

  "Yes, but you needn't worry about me this time, Mrs. Hilliard. I'm goingto get a policeman to go with me to the empty house."

  "Wise girl.... But I believe you'd be wiser still, Mary Louise, if youjust dropped the thing now and went home for Christmas. You've certainlyearned your pay, and we can feel that our troubles are over. I can givethe guests some assurance that they will not be robbed again. Won't yougo, dear? Your family will be wanting you."

  "Oh no, Mrs. Hilliard--thank you just the same. But I couldn't think ofit. I want to recover the stolen goods and get more proof against thosetwo girls. I couldn't give up now!"

  "Well, then, be very careful!"

  "I'll be back in time for supper," she promised.

  Mary Louise went directly to the nearest agency and hired a car. Not anew car, but one which ran smoothly and which she found no difficulty inoperating. The day was warm for December, and sunny; the snow was gone;it would be jolly to spend the whole day out-of-doors. Of course, itwould have been nicer if Jane or Max were with her, but Mary Louise hadso much to think about that she did not mind being alone.

  Wasn't it funny, she mused, that the very first guest she had met atStoddard House had been the guilty person? How thankful she was that shehad not given in to that impulse to make Pauline Brooks her confidante!Perhaps, if she had, Pauline would not have stolen her watch. Yet,without that misfortune, Mary Louise might never have solved the mystery.

  She drove along at an even speed, following her map and watching for thelandmarks she had noticed on her previous trip. About noon she arrived atthe hotel where she and Max had eaten dinner on Sunday evening, and shedrew the car to a stop at its entrance.

  The same clerk was at the desk; he remembered Mary Louise and askedimmediately how her head was.

  "It's almost well," she replied. "But I want to visit that house againand find out who lives there and what hit me."

  "To collect damages?"

  "No, not specially. But there is something mysterious about that house,and I'd like to see it in broad daylight. This time I want to take apoliceman with me. Have you any in Center Square?"

  "We have a constable. He might be willing to go along."

  "Would you be kind enough to ring him up and ask him to come here while Ieat my lunch in the dining room? After all, he has a right to help mefind out what hit me."

  "Sure, I will, miss. And he'll be glad to come. He's mighty obliging.Besides, he ain't got much to do."

  Mary Louise was hungry, and she enjoyed her lunch immensely. The foodwasn't dainty like the Stoddard House, or fancy, like the Bellevue, butit was wholesome and well cooked, and the keen air had given her a goodappetite.

  When she had finished eating and returned to the main room of the littlecountry hotel, she found the officer waiting for her. He was a stout,middle-aged man with a pleasant smile, and he wore a baggy gray suit witha stringy tie. He was very much interested in the story of Mary Louise'sprevious visit to Center Square, and of her reason for wanting to see theugly woman again who
was occupying the house.

  "Of course, what I'm hoping for," concluded Mary Louise, "is to catch herwith the stolen goods and have her arrested. But she may not be theperson I'm looking for at all, because I saw her in the dark with only alighted candle behind her."

  "What is her name?"

  "Mrs. Brooks is the only name I know her by. But I've learned thatcriminals have half a dozen names, so you can't go by that. There isn'tanybody by that name around here, is there?"

  The man shook his head.

  "No, there ain't. But let's drive to the house you mean, and I can tellyou who owns it. And maybe tell you something about the people that livethere."

  "I don't believe anybody really lives there," replied Mary Louise. "It'sall boarded up."

  They got into Mary Louise's hired car, and she turned off the mainhighway into the dirt road which she and Max had explored. Here it wasdifficult for Mary Louise to find her way, because on the former occasionit had been dark, and snow had covered most of the ground. She drovealong slowly, past the empty house they had first visited, until she cameto the hill and the place with the steep driveway. She remembered thehouse now; there was the tree under which Max had parked, and the barnbeyond. A huge sign bearing the words "No Trespassing--Private Property"had been erected since her former visit.

  "This place belongs to a Mrs. Ferguson of Baltimore," announced theconstable. "She's a widow with two daughters. They never live here, butonce in a while she brings a bunch of girls here for a house party. She'swealthy--always comes in a car and brings a couple of servants."

  "Ferguson," repeated Mary Louise, wondering where she had heard that namebefore. But she had heard so many new names in the past few days that shecould not place it. "Could you describe her?" she inquired.

  "Can't say as I could. Never saw her close. She dresses stylish, I knowthat, and has nothin' to do with the country folks around here."

  Mary Louise brought the car to a stop and parked it some distance fromthe house, cautiously avoiding the trees this time. Even though she had aconstable with her, she wasn't taking any chances of being hit again.

  "That's the tree we were parked under," she pointed out, "where I got hitin the head."

  "Did you see anybody?"

  "No. But my friend said afterward he heard somebody laugh. But hecouldn't wait to investigate, because he had to get me to a doctor."

  "Maybe it was just a bad boy. We have some young bums around here once ina while."

  Mary Louise got out of the car, and the constable followed her, making atour of the outside of the house, examining the boarded windows, tryingthe locked doors. Apparently it was deserted.

  "I'd love to get inside," remarked Mary Louise. "Couldn't we break in?"

  "Not without a warrant," replied the officer. "We ain't got any realevidence against this lady. You can't tell what hit you, and besides, youwas trespassin' on private property."

  Mary Louise sighed. Evidently there was nothing she could do here. Shemight as well go back to Philadelphia.

  It had been rather a useless waste of time, she thought, as she drovealong towards the hotel. She had learned only one fact--the name of theowner of that empty house. "Ferguson," she kept repeating to herself,wondering where she had heard that name before. And then it came toher--in a flash. Ferguson was the name of the woman who had helpedMargaret Detweiler at the department store!

  Mary Louise laughed out loud.

  "So I'm on the track of the wrong mystery," she thought. "Oh, well, if Icould find Margaret Detweiler I'd be happier than if I got back all thatmoney stolen from Stoddard House. So my day really hasn't been wasted."

  When she arrived at her hotel she literally smelled Christmas in the air.The windows were hung with wreaths; holly and mistletoe and evergreendecorated the rooms on the first floor. Everybody seemed to be hurryingaround with a pleasant holiday air of excitement, carrying packages andmaking last-minute plans for the great day.

  A sudden swift feeling of homesickness took possession of Mary Louise, aviolent desire to be back in her own home in Riverside, sharing the happyholiday confusion. For a moment she felt that she would have to go backat any sacrifice. But ambition overcame sentiment. She would not be aquitter, and leave at the most important time. She would see the thingthrough as she had planned.

  But there was nothing to prevent her wiring to her father to come andspend part of the holiday with her. Especially now that she had somethingdefinite to report to him. So she composed a telegram and sent it atonce, over the telephone.

  "Have caught thieves," she said, "but cannot recover stolen goods. Leaderof band at large. Please come help me. Love--M.L."

  As soon as the message was sent, she felt better and was as jolly asanyone else at supper. She was helping the Walder girls tie up packagesand humming Christmas carols when a call came for her on the telephone.

  "Maybe it's Dad," she said to Mrs. Hilliard as she came into themanager's office.

  But it wasn't. It was Mr. Hayden, calling from the Bellevue.

  "Pauline Brooks has wired to a Mrs. Ferguson, Hotel Phillips, Baltimore,Maryland," he announced, "asking for five hundred dollars. All she saysin her telegram is: 'Please send $500 bail,' and signed it 'P.B.' But Ithought it might help you to know to whom she wired, Miss Gay."

  "I should say it does!" exclaimed Mary Louise rapturously. "Thank you somuch, Mr. Hayden!"

  She was so happy that she executed a dance. Oh, how wonderful that pieceof news was! Mrs. Ferguson! The woman who had helped--or pretended tohelp--Margaret Detweiler! The woman who lived at Center Square!Possibly--the same woman whom Pauline had called her aunt, by the name ofMrs. Brooks!

  Everything seemed to be coming untangled all at once. If only Mary Louisecould catch this Ferguson woman! But of course she could--with herfather's help. Thank heaven he would be coming soon! He could flystraight to Baltimore and accomplish her arrest. And the mystery--perhapsboth mysteries--would be solved!

  So Mary Louise went happily to sleep that night, little dreaming that theworst part of her experience lay ahead of her.