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WMW" 1 • T BEHIND CLOSED DOORS w One of the Greatest Mystery Stories Ever Written By ANNA KATHARINE GREEN It is Dr. Cameron’s Wedding Day. At 8 o’clock lie Is to Marry Genevieve Gretorex, a Beau tiful Society Girl. At 4 o’Cloek He Is In formed His Fiancee Has Disappeared. Opening Installment Kit harine (Copyright, 1913. by Anna Green. > An Unexpected Visitor. I T was Dr. Cameron** wedding day. At 8 o’clock in the evening the cere mony of marriage between himself and Genevieve Gretorex was to be per formed at the house of the brMe's par ents In St. Nicholas Pla<e It was now 4 o'clock. Seated in his office, Dr. Cameron, who. for a young man. enjoyed a most en viable reputation as a physician, mused over his past and built castles for the future; for his bride was the daughter of one of the richest and most influen tial citizens of New York, and to such ambition as his this fact. Implying, as it did. valuable connections in the pres ent and a large and unincumbered for tune In the future, was one that lent luster to her beauty and attraction to their union. Not but what he loved her or thought he did—would have loved her und* v any circumstances. Was she not han(H« me. and In that reserved and somewhat haughty way he especially admired? Had she not fine manners and would she not add increased honor to a name altejuiy well known, and, as he night add. respected? Had Her Caprices. To be sure, she had her caprices, as a woman so circumstanced had a right to have, and she esteemed rather than adored him, as many little events In their short courtship only too plainly betrayed. But then he # would not have admired a gushing bride, and. being what he was. a man of taste and t|^e son of a man of taste, he found a cer tain satisfaction in the calm propriety of a match that united equal Inter ests. without jeopardizing that calmness of mind necessar> to the successful practice of his exacting profession. There was but one thing troubled him Why had she refused to see him for the last seven days? She was not a woman of petty Instincts. Indeed, he had some times suspected her of possessing latent energies w-hich the round of a fashiona ble life had never called forth; and in her cool and somewhat languid gaze he had caught glimpses now and then of a spirit that only needed light and air to expand into something like great ness. Why. then, this strange desire for se mother s over-exciting code of etiquette, and, as in a few hours, she was to be his wife and life-long companion, he would cease to think of it, and only re member that kiss He had reached this point in his musings when they were suddenly in terrupted. A tap was heard on lhs office door. With some irritation he arose. It was not time for his carriage and he bad expressly ordered that no visitors or pa tients were to be received. Who could 1t he. then 0 A messenger from Miss Gretorex? He sprang to the door at the thought. But before he could touch the knob, the door opened, and to his surprise and possible relief there en tered an unknown man of middle age and prepossessing appearance, whose errand seemed to be one of Importance, though his manner was quiet and his volc^ startlingly gentle. A Visitor. “I hope I am not intruding,'' said he. “The boy below told me this was your wedding day. but he also told me that the ceremony was not to take place Mil 8 o’clock this evening, and as my busi ness is peculiar and demands instant attention I ventured to come up.’’ "That is right.’’ answered Dr. Cam eron, feeling an unaccountable attrac tion toward the man. though he was not what you would perhaps call a gen tleman. and had, as the doctor could not but notice even at this early stage of their acquaintance, a way of not meeting your eye when he spoke that was to say the least, lacking In in genuousness “Is it as a patient you come to me?" "No." rejoined the stranger, fixing hls glance on the white necktie and one or two other insignificant articles which lay on the table near by, with an air strangely like that of compas sion. "My business is with you as a doctor that is, partly—but 1 am not the patient I almost wish I were." he added. In a troubled tone that awak ened the other’s interest notwithstand ing the natural preoccupation of hls thoughts. "I*et me hear," returned Dr Cameron. "You make my task easy." the stran ger remarked "And yet.’’ he went on In a carter and more business-like tone, "you may be less willing to listen when I tell you that I have first a story to elusion at a time when a woman Is usually supposed to desire the support "V wh ' 1 *. not -‘nluterestlng of her lover’s society? Had he dis pleased her? Not only had hls pres ents been rich, they had been rare and of an order to gratify her refined taste. Was she ill? He was her physi cian as well as lover, and he had not been notified of any indisposition. Besides the last time he had been so fortunate as to be received into her presence she had seemed well and looked blooming more so. Indeed, than he had seen her for some time. and. though somewhat nervous In manner, had exhibited an Interest in his atten tions which he had not always observed In her It was not a long Interview, but he remembered It well; saw again the almost timid look with which she greet ed him. followed by the smile that was nearly a shock to him it was so much warmer and brighter than usual. Then the few hurried words-—for even that night she would not see him long and the sudden coyness of her attitude as he took her hand In parting! he recollect ed it all. He had not thought of it at the time, but now it seemed to him that there had been something strange In her whole bearing, an Impalpable change from her former self that he could not analyze, but which had, nev ertheless. left its Impression upon him. The kiss he had received, for instance, had moved him. There had been warmth in it and her lips had almost re turned the pressure of his own. Was She Ill? This was new in the history of their courtship and would have argued, per haps. that she was beginning to reevvg- nize his appreciation of her If her after conduct had not given the Me to any such surmise. As it was. it rather seemed to show that she had been in an unnatural condition—suggestive of in cipient fever, perhaps. She was ill; and they were trying to keep it from him! The butler's excuses. “Miss Gretorex is very much engaged, sir; Mrs. Gretorex’s regrets, sir. but Miss Gretorex has gone out on important business." ware but polite subterfuges to blind hls eyes to the real truth. And yet to hls calmer Judgment how untenable was even this supposition. Had she been sick he could not havy failed to have heard of It from some quarter. No. she wa< not sick. She was but indulging in a freak easily to be explained, perhaps, by her In ifbelf is so out of accord with your present mood that I doubt If you will be able to sit through It with patience. Yet It-is necessary for me to relate it and necessary for you to hear it, now, here, and without any interruption." This was alarming: especially as the speaker did not seem like a man given to sentimentalities or even to exaggeration. On the contrary he gave the, impression of a person accustomed lo weigh hls words with studious care, not allowing a sentence to escape him without a decided motive. "Will you tell me your name?" re quested Dr. Cameron. The reply came quietly. "1 doubt If you will know It. and 1 had rather you had not asked It. But since It Is important above all things that you should trust me, 1 will say c MRS. GRETOREX TELLS THE DETECTIVE OF HER DAUGHTER’S DISAPPEARANCE J “It is this note that causes our dilemma,” said Mrs. Gretorex. that It Is Gryce, Ebenezer Gryce, and add that I am a member of the police force; in short, a detective.” Dr. Cameron felt his apprehensions vanish. Whatever the other’s errand, It could not be one that touched him or hls; and this to a man on his wedding day was certainly a comforting thought. "You undervalue your fame," he re plied. "I know your name well. Can it be possible you desire my assistance in a professional way?" The detective's gaze, which had been resting gloomily upon a laughing cherub on the mantelpiece, shifted, but he did not respond to the doctor’s smile, and hls manner remained unaltered. "I wjll tell my story," said he. "It will be the quickest way to come to an understanding." And without further pause >r prelim inary, he began in the following words; The Dilemma. "I am getting to he an old* man, and 1 have my Infirmities. But there are still cases which are given to no one but me. Among them are those which Involve the honor of persons In a high station of life." Mr Gryce paused. Dr. Cameron felt hls apprehensions return. "You see.” the detective slowly re sumed "I can keep a secret; that is. when the life and property of others are not endangered by my silence. I can do a detective’s work and keep a de tective’s counsel, only speaking when and where necessity requires.” He paused again. Dr. Cameron moved uneasily. "As in this case," added the other, gravely. "This case?" repeated the doctor, ti >w thoroughly alarmed. "What case? You excite me; tell me what you have to say, at once!" But the detective was not to be hur ried. "I whs, iherefore, not at all surprised," he proceeded, as if no interruption had occurred, "when some three days ago I was requeued to call upon—Mrs. A., let us say—on business of a strictly confi dential chamber. Such summonses come frequently. Such a summons does not <Ussturb an officer in the least. I never- t s’ess made haste to show, myself at Mrs. A.'s house, for Mrs. A., whom you perhaps know Is a woman of some con sequence, and her husband is a man ot widespread reputation and Influence. 1 found her at home, anxiously awaiting my appearance As soon as she saw me she told me her trouble; ‘Mr. Gryce,’ said she, ‘I am In a great dilemma. Something has occurred in my family which may or may not lead to a last ing dishonor. What I wish from you is aid to determine whether our fears are well grounded. If they are not, you will forget that you were ever called to this house.’ I bowed. I was already Interested, for I saw that her anxiety was great, while 1 could not help being puzzled over its cause, for she had no son to disgrace her by his dissipations, and as for her husband, he was above reproach. She soon relieved my curios ity. " 'Mr. Gryce,’ said she, '1 have a daughter.’ " ’Yes,’ I returned, Inwardly startled. Miss A. and dishonor seemed so wide apart. “Our Only Child.” “ 'She is our only child,’ the mother note .out of her pocket and handed It to me. " 'A letter,’ she affirmed, 'sent through the mall. And I was in the house when she left, and would have listened to any reasonable request she had to make.’ "I had already read the four or five lines which the letter contained: " ’Dear Mother: I must have rest. I have gone away for a few days, but shall be back on the 27th. Don’t worry. " 'Your affectionate ** 'What is the matter with this?' I asked. ‘She says she will be back on the 27th, and to-day is only the 24th.' " ‘Sir,’ was the answer, ‘it Is the only time in our experience when our daugh ter has left us without first gaining our permission. Besides, the time is espe cially Inopportune. My daughter’s wed ding cards are out.' ” went on. ‘We love her, and have al , ways cherished her, but though It Is | _ Mr - Gryce stopped suddenly. foir JJp not generally known In this house’—and here the poor lady's eyes roamed about her as If she were afraid that her words would be overheard, 'she has left us; gone away without acquainting us where—suddenly, ,Inexplicably, leaving only the most meager explanation be hind her, and—and—’ “ 'But, madam,’ I interrupted, ‘if she left any explanation—’ "Mrs. A. took a small and crumpled THEIR MARRIED LIFE Helen’s First Day in the Paris Shops Results in Very Few Purcheses m ARE Conserve your vital force. Have your eye-strain corrected by our ac curately fitted glasses. Oculist service at optician's prices. L. N. HUFF OPTICAL CO . Two Stores. 70 Whitehall. 62 W. Mitchell. Adv. CHICHESTER S PILLS 1 UK IHAMONO REAM) A ^ ™ L*4lr-' tblf IMII. t>o » rs, Tak* mo •(■•r. H«r nr jo* forcri-i Hr’.s-Tl'K’N DIAMOND It RAM* PILLS, fitT ye»fi k noon as B«t. Safast. 4!np P eliabU SOLD BY DRUGGISTS EVERYWHFItf By MABEL HERBERT URNER I T was the morning of their third day In Paris that Helen started, out to shop. She had read and heard so much of the big Parisian bazaars that she was athrill with vager expectation. “Better take in tne Galerles Lafay ette first." suggested Warren as they left the hotel together. "You can take a bus from there for the Bon Marche." "Dear, wouldn't you have time to go by the Lafayette with me-—It's only half past 9." pleaded Helen, who dreaded starting out alone "All right.’’ good naturedly, “that’s not much out of my way. Hurry up- let's get this bus " It was going to be another hot day There was still no relief from the heat wave that had settled over Paris since their arrival But as Helen climbed gleefully to the top of the bus. the thought of the day in the Paris shops made her unmindful of the heat. “Ther$ you are." Warren pointed out a huge building just ahead. From the top fluttered white banners and flags let tered gayly in red. "Galerles l^afayette." It looked more like a great exposition building than a store. But when they left the buz. Helen was astonished to find that all along the sidewalk in front of the store were stalls, piled high with the cheapest kind of merchandise. She Is Lonely. There were tables of crockery, kitch enware. cotton dresses and waists, and around each was a chattering crowd of Frenchwomen pulling over the goods. Large cardboard signs—"50 centimes,' “1 franc." "2 francs"—were everywhere. "Why. dear, would you think they'd al low these push-cart peddlers outside a reputable store? Why, it's like a cheap markejt place'." "They’re not push-cart peddlers," laughed Warren. "This is all part of the Galeries Lafayette—that's how they sell their cheap goods. Our stores have bargain basements—here they have I stalls outside the shop. Now* I’ve got to leave you Don't overdo it and get too tired. Better not be on your feet too much this hot day." Helen's interest in the scene about her soon banished the momentary feel- I ing of loneliness as Warren disappeared {in the crowd. For some time she stood on the sidewalk watching the stalls and the chattering, pushing crowd about them. Warren was right. Unquestion ably this was part of the store, for bareheaded French floor-walkers, with frock coats and twisted mustaches, walked up and down the sidewalk. Although Helen had often heard that the Galeries l^afayette was one of the best Paris shops, this street sale of goods made her most skeptical. But when she entered, she saw that it was really a very beautiful store. In the center was a great rotunda under a crystal dome. An Imposing marble staircase with dou ble escalators led to the tipper galleries. Everywhere was a lavish and seem ingly haphazard display of goods. It was all very different from a New York shop. There seemed no aisles, only a vast labyrinth of tables plied with goods in chaotic disorder—the most tawdry heaped carelesly with the most expen sive. The confusing display of the great quantities of merchandise, the riot of color, the crowd, the uproar and tumult were to Helen most bewildering Hoping that the upper galleries would j be less crowded and tumultuous, Helen made her way to the long line of ele vators. Glancing over the directory of the floors, she located "Lingerie" and "Trousseaux.'* French lingerie is a luxury coveted bv every American woman, and as Helen stepped from the elevator at the third gallery into what seemed a great ex hibition of white goods, her heart beat with qjtpectation. On every side was a network of tables and counters heaped with wHite gar ments—chemisettes, jupons and robes de nuites. Over the tables were cards with "Occasion" or "Grand Occasion," the French phrase for bargains. Almost everything was hand embroid ered and mostly unlaundered, the blue penciled tracing of the patterns being still distinct. Helen was surprised to And that while even the cheapest garment, those as low as six or seven francs, were em broidered by hand, the garment itself was made by machinery, the seanjs carelessly stitched, and the buttons half off She thought of the poor women in the convents where most of this w T ork is done How poorly paid they must be to embroider such inferior goods' She looked first for some dainty, low- necked night dresses with short butter fly sleeves, but she saw only ungainly garments with high necks and long sleeves. Was this thw much-lauded lin gerie? At last. In some glass cases, where the most expensive models were displayed, she found some exquisite low-neck short-sleeved gowns. "How much? Quel prix?” Helen de manded of a passing clerk, pointing to a garment In the case. The girl opened the case and looked at the ticket. Helen could not under stand her. *hut. stooping over, she read the ticket, herself 90 francs. Eighteen dollars! Helen tried to make her understand with a few words of French, much En glish and many gestures that she wanted to see some govfrns of that cut. but much less expensive. Tne girl touched a loud gong. whH was a signal for an English- speaking clerk, and one promptly ap peared. "Almost all of our low-neck and short- sleeved gowns are In the expensive mod els," the clerk explained. "But of course we have some for less than 90 francs. Now here Is quite a pretty gown for 35 francs." Seven dollars! Except for her trous seau. Helen had never paid $7 for a nightgown in her life. And she had no intention of paying it in Paris, where she had expected to get things ridicu lously cheap. Only One Purchase. "Well, I'll let the nightgowns go for the present, but I'd like to see some combinations and skirts." "About what price does madam wish to pay 0 " asked the clerk, with lessen ing cordiality, for she expected Ameri cans not to object to prices. "About three or four dollars—fifteen or twenty francs." "They're all out oi» the tables, mad am. We keep only the more expensive ones in this department." "But I could never button these,” ex claimed Helen, view ing with disfavor the combinations, which all opened in the back. "And they’re all too large—I want 34." "You won’t find bust measures in Par is like you have in America, ’madam. We have only three sizes here. You see, they're marked with tickets—the green ticket is small, the pink ticket medium and the yellow ticket large." Helen expressed her astonishment that in Paris, where fit and style were sup posed to be perfected, they should have only three sizes instead of the' eight— from 32 to 46—that are carried by every American store! The intention to buy enough lingeiMe while in Paris to last her for the next two years was somewhat shaken. And she finally left the department, having made just one purchase—a white skirt with a hand-embroidered flounce. Even this she could not get the right length It would have to be shortened w*hen she got it home. From the lingerie. Helen walked down the broad marble staircase to the gal lery below. Just at the foot of the stairs were a dozen or more tables overburdened with parasols. She had never seen so many parasols together in her life. Most of them were brilliant in coloring and design, vivid reds, bright greens and startling blues. Farther on was a gorgeous display of scarfs—the long chiffon scarfs that the French women wear with their evening gowns. They lay in careless glittering heaps, shimmering with gold and silver spangles and Iridescent headings. Helen had thought the hues and fab rics in the shope at home particularly loud this vear, but they w r ere mild and subdued compared with the riotous col oring of everything here. In spite of the whirrhag electric fans the heat was excessive, and before Hel en had explored half the departments of the Galeries Lafayette she was ex hausted. • Although she had spent most of the day there, her purchases were trivial, but she had a fair idea of what a big Paris shop was like. It was good to get back to their rooms, to have time to bathe, rest and dress before Warren came "Well* how did you get along?" was his greeting when he got in a little after 6. "Buy out all the Paris shops?" "Not quite. I left a few things in the Galeries Lafayette.! That was the only place l went." "How did you find things? Cheaper than at home?" "Some things are. But, dear, the styles and colorings are so extreme. Do you know." thoughtfully. "I really be-J lieve I can find the things 1 want bet ter in New York." "Course you can! Nothing's mo r e overrated than the French styles. They I are made for French women—not for I Americans. And nine-tenths of the ; Americans who come over here and buy ' a lot of truck are blamed sick of their 1 bargains when they get 'em home." Cameron had given an anxious start "Ah, that arouses your interest!” re marked the detective. "Your own wed ding being so near, I am not surprised." It was dryly said, and the doctor at once reseated himself. He had no wish to appear unduly moved, but he could not suppress every token of emotion, so he turned hls head away from the light. Mr. Gryce let his gaze travel to a new* object before proceeding. Only One Conclusion. "This avowal of Mrs. A. put a new aspect on affairs," said he. "but yet I saw no reason for the extreme anxiety displayed. ‘And on **hat day does she expect to be married?’ I asked. " ‘On the 27th.’ " ‘But she says she will be back.’ *‘ ‘That does not comfort me.’ “ ‘You think she will not come.’ 44 ‘I have no hope that she will.’ "This acknowledgment was uttered with emphasis. There seemed to be but one conclusion to draw. “ ‘Y'our daughter wishes to escape her engagement?” "The answer was less emphatic than before. In fact, it expressed doubt. " 'I do not know, sir; my daughter is not herself, has not been for some time. My husband and myself have both noticed it; but we never antici pated her taking any such extreme ac tion as this. Where has she gone? What will become of her? How’ can we face the world? How can we tell her lover?’ " ‘Then you think ’ " ‘That she is laboring under a tem porary aberration of mind, caused, per haps by * the excitement of the last few weeks; that she is not responsible for her acts; that she may be anywhere, remote or near; and that we may wait Scotland Yard Detectives at Once Begin a Search for the Missing Young Woman. Dr. Cameron Is Terrib’/ Shocked by the Disap- appearance of the Lovely Genevieve. till the hour set for her marriage is past without seeing her.’ "To this I could make but one reply: "iTien why not take her lover into your confidence, inform him of your fears, and gain the benefit of hls experience in your search for her?’ A MOTHER’S FEARS. "The answer will astonish you. 44 ‘Because we are very proud and he Is very proud. To explain our fears we should be obliged to say much that it would be humiliating for ns to utter and fpr him to hear. Besides, we may overrate the situation. She may lome back; as she says she will and, should this be the case, you can see for your self what endless regret would follow any r such confidences as yoq suggest.’ " ‘But’—I began. 44 ‘It is this note that causes our di lemma,’ she Interposed. ‘With these lines before me I can not act as if there were no hope of her returning in proper time to take her part in the cer emony. Yet I do not trust these lines, nor the promise she has made. Why, I can hardly say; for she has always been a woman of her word. But she is not herself, of that I am con vinced.’ "This repetition of her former asser tion made it easy for me to inquire what special o^.nge she had perceived in her daughter to lead to such a con dition. She evidently found it dif ficult to reply. " 'I can not put it into words,’ she de clared. ‘I feel the change.’ “ 'And how long have you felt it?’ " 'Not long; since we began active preparations for her wedding, I think.’ “ And has no one else observed It?’ " ‘I can not say. I should think her lover would.’ "Why?’ 44 ‘Because it has been in reference to him she has shown her peculiarities strongest. For weeks she has received him only on sufferance and for the last few days has more than once abso lutely refused to see him.’ "And what reason did she assign for this?’ Prepared for Wedding. 44 ‘Follies. Fatigue, caprice, a letter to write, a dressmaker to see—anything that came into her head.’ " ‘Yet she went on preparing for her wedding?’ " ‘Certainly; her cards were out.’ "The tooe in which this was said caused me to reflect. Though affable, kindly and even philanthropic in her dealings toward the world at large, Mrs. A. Is. as every ope knows, a woman who would find it very’ difficult to in fringe upon any of the laws of society. Having seen her daughter pledge her self to a man of suitable intensions, she would consider such a pledge final If only because she could n -t face the talk and scandal that would follow a rupture. Influenced by ills idea, I re marked: 44 ‘You must be perfectly frank with me If you want me to help you at this crisis. Has your daughter, or has she not, expressed a wish to break her en gagement?’ 44 ‘She asked me once if I thought It too late for her to do so. Of course there was but one reply to this, and she said no more. But,’ the poor mother continued hastily, ’that was only a symptom of flightiness. She has noth ing against her lover, does not pretend to have’ " ‘Only’ against marriage?’ 44 ‘Only against marriage.' 4 ‘ ‘Mrs. A.,’ I now boldly asked, ‘do you think she loves the man you expect her to marry?’ "The answer came hesitatingly. ‘She accepted his attentions with pleasure when they were first offered.’ " ‘Do you think she loves any other man?’ ^ The mother shrank hack In dismay. "I am sure she does not. How could she? There Is not another such gen tleman in our circle of acquaintance." "This was flattering to the gentleman, but not exactly* satisfactory to me. " 'You know girls sometimes take strange whims.’ " 'My daughter is not a girl, she Is a woman.’ "This silenced me as It would you, sir. I have no doubt; and seeing the mother was really’ sincere in believing that her daughter’s mind was tempo rarily affected, I inquired again as to what she had done or failed to do of late, and found that she had shunned tlje society of the members of her fam ily as well as that of her lover, finding her sole Interest seemingly in the prep aration of her wardrobe. "To that she did attend,’ said Mrs. A., 'and it was the only’ thing she did help me In. No hour was too late for her to see her dressmaker; no engagement too press ing for her to receive and fit on any of the new costumes that kept coining home. Indeed she showed more than a bride’s usual interest in such matters; and it Is the one reason I have for not disputing you utterly when you say she may come back. She will want to see her dresses.’ A Clew. " ’Then she did not take them with her V " 'She took nothing.’ 44 ‘What! not a trunk?’ " 'Nothing; that is, nothing but a lit tle hand satchel.’ 44 ‘How do y’ou know this?’ " ‘We all saw her go out; she was in shopping costume.’ 44 ‘But she had money?’ 44 'I can not say. Some, no doubt; but we found a large roll of bills In her drawer, and her father says it contains nearly all he had lately given her. I do not think her pocket-book held more than five dollars.’ " ‘This was a point. Either the girl was going amongst friends, or she was really touched in her mind. To make sure that the first supposition was not true. I asked for a list of the houses which Miss A. was in the habit of visit ing. Mrs. A. mentioned some half- dozen. but added that her daughter’s most intimate companion was in Europe and that she did not think she cared enough for the others to go to them at this time. 44 ‘And she positively carried no bag gage with her?’ 14 ‘None. 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