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i BEHIND CLOSED DOORS
By ANNA KATHARINE GREEN
One of the Greatest Mystery Stories Ever Written
(Copyright, 191*. by Anna Katharine
Green.)
TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT.
' And this letter?” asked Dr. Came
ron In a voice he strove In vain to keep
calm.
“Was but begun. The girl only saw
the line ‘My beloved D a very
proper beginning if she were writing to
her future husband.”
‘‘Very,” returned the doctor. But the
suppressed sarcasm In his voice told
and haughty woman who had accepted
his attentions, but who had never loved
him or seemed to ask his love, added
their weight to his conviction. He could
perceive now that her thoughts and In
terest had b#en elsewhere. He laughed
to himself with an immeasurable bitter
ness as he remembered how he had
characterized by such terms as noble
self control, dignified reserve and lady
like hauteur, the chill, studied manner
he now saw to be the expression of In
difference if not actual distaste. And
he had come to his very wedding day
Advice to the
Lovelorn
The Mistakes of Jennie b y hal coffman
Being a Series of Chapters in the Life of a Southern Girl in the Big City
Kneeling Before a Fire He Saw a Woman.
the detective all he wanted to know
“But it looked na If It were not to her
future husband.” continued that
worthy, gravely. “And finding that she
had no intimate friend whose name be
gan with D . I began to feel as
sured that my original surmise was true
und that there was a third party in the
case to whose Influence Miss Greto-
rex’s disappearance was due. I, there
fore. added to the precautions already
taken such others as my own judg
ment suggested, causing a. description
of her person and clothing to be sent
to many quarters usually omitted by the
authorities. Besides doing this 1 had
her various haunts searched and her
friends examined A detective was even
sent to this office, sir, and conversed
with you a half hour day before yes
terday without your suspecting his er
rand. But all was of no avail till this
morning. This morning word was
brought me that a person answering the
description I had sent out had taken
dinner at a certain restaurant and af
terward gone to the C Hotel, where
she was to be found in room No. 163. In
half an hour 1 was there and in five
minutes more I had seen her.”
NOT EXACT.
"And was; was she ” stammered
the doctor.
”1 have said she was like the original
of that picture,” remarked Mr. Gryce.
“But I can not swear she Is Miss Gret
orex Her face was that of the miss
lng heiress, but her clothing, while an
swering In a general way to the descrip
tion of what Miss Gretorex wore on
leaving home, still shows points of dif
ference which an old hand like my
self can not but take note of. As for
instance, the description reads; *A dress
of fine blue cloth trimmed with rows of
black braid.’ while this woman s dress
is of blue cloth indeed, but not fine and
not trimmed with black braid. Besides
•fee has a watch on and Miss Gretorex,
as we know, left hers behind her. Yet,”
he went on. as If in answer to Dr. Cani-
erons sudden look of relief—though
how he could see it I con not say, for
he was looking in quite a contrary di
rection—“clothes are alterable and faces
not bo much so. Though I do not pro
fess to explain the discrepancies 1 have
mentioned, I fully believe the woman in
room 153 of the C—— Hotel Is the lady
we seek; but that we may be sure of
It I have come for you.”
“But," cried the doctor with a frown,
“If there is a third party, as you say—”
“Hark!” said Mr. Gryce, “the car
riage.”
And be arose in a way that admitted
of no dispute.
Room 153.
T HE ride was comparatively a si
lent one. Mr. Gryce, never much
of a talker except when he had
an object in view, found sufficient oc
cupation for himself In looking out of
the window, while Dr. Cameron was in
too perturbed a condition of mind to
risk speech even If the confused na
ture of his thoughts had allowed it
He was suffering from the first real
blow his pride had ever received; for he
knew now that it was his pride that
had been hurt and not his heart, his
pride which was so great that at the
very thought of humiliation his whole
future became clouded. He a betrayed
lover! He an outraged bridegroom! It
was an intolerable thought and yet he
could not escape from it. For now
that he had turned his back upon that
part of the city which had held his
hopes, and was en route with a detec
tive to an obscure hotel down town, he
knew as well as if he had already
recognized her that he was going to see
there Genevieve Gretorex.
What Has Gone Before.
It is the wedding day of Dr. Walter
Cameron lie is to be married at 8
o’clock that evening to Genevieve
Gretorex, a beautiful society girl. At
4 o’clock I)r. Cameron is called upon
In his office by Ebenezer Gryce, a
member of the Scotland Yard detec
tive force. He astounds Dr. Cameron
by telling him that Miss Gryce has
been missing for several days. Gryce
• ays that the girl's mother requested
his services in the hunt for her
daughter, and showed him a note in
which Miss Gretorex declared she
would he back in time for the cere
mony. l»r. Cameron Is greatly dis
tressed. Gryce is continuing his story
concerning his Interview with Mrs.
Gretorex.
Now go on with the story.
Loss of Power
without Buspoctlng • the truth; had
bought his presents and fitted up his
house for a bride that had actually left
her home and resorted to the most mis
erable of subterfuges to escape him. It
was enough to crush all gentleness out
of him, Vo make of a once generous and
amiable man a cynic and a mlsanthropls
His working features showed his feel
ings, his clenched hand his determina
tion. If It was as he feared, and Miss
Gretorex should be found by him In hid
ing, Instead of in her father’s home
dressing for a ceremony to which
thousand guests had been invited, he
would flee the city, leave the country,
and with It the derision of his enemies,
and the no less unacceptable sympathy
of his friends. In his imagination he
was already half across the ocean, when
the carriage cume to a standstill. Look
ing up, he saw they were before the
hotel and the character of his thoughts
changed.
“What time Is it?” be asked abruptly.
“Just five minutes to six.”
Not Much Time.
“Late! If fate should be so unex
pectedly propitious as to prove your sur
mise wrong, and I should wish to get
back to St. Nicholas Place by eight.”
“No,” said the detective. “It has
taken us just eighty minutes to come
down, und it will take us just eighty
minutes to go back. That will give us
ten minutes for what you want to do
here and leave you a full half hour in
w-hich to change your coat and don
a white necktie—all that I see you weed
to do before taking your part in the an
ticipated ceremony.”
"You Calculate without delays.”
”1 see no cause for any.”
“You cannot always prevent them. I
should not wish to be late If the bride is
not,” he somewhat sarcastically sug
gested.
The detective did not seem to fear
any such result.
As they were alighting from the car
riage the physician’s thoughts seemed
to take another turn He glanced at his
companion, and though he did not meet
his eye something which very few
could boast of ever doing—he seemed
satisfied with his scrutiny, for he re
marked:
i "You have meant to show’ me a klnd-
| ness, Mr. Gryce.”
The detective did not contradict
| him.
At the entrance of the hotel Dr. Came-
| ron again addressed him.
“You have promised she shall not see
me.”
j “I will keep my word.**
“Give as little cause for scandal as
I you can." he said. They went up stairs.
Mr. Gryce shrugged his shoulders.
"Trust me,” was his laconic rejoin
der.
| They went up stairs, quietly passed
in a
The utter sinking at his heart assured down a hall or two and stopped
him of it. The thousand and one mem- dark passage,
ories of his acquaintance with the cold “Wait,” enjoined the detective; and
^ :!e stepped up to a girl that was loiter-
! ing In the vicinity.
I A few words settled his business and
j she came rapidly forward, stepped by
! the doctor and opened a door near by
| with a key she toook from her pocket.
"Room 152 happens to be a very con-
| venient one for our purpose,” whispered
Mr. Gryce, as the girl passed In and
left them a minute alone. “It has its
main door and has this other and but
; little used one. opening Into an alcove
with curtains. The girl is gone to see
f the lady wishes anything. She will
leave the door ajar when she comes
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Dr. Cameron flushed scarlet and drew
, lustily buffk.
i “It is a" sneaking piece of business,”
he objected.
“But It must be done,” quoth the
other; then as the girl came out, he
added, “if she Is the patient you seek,
her parents will be only too grateful
to you for your attention.”
Dr. Cameron frowned, subdued his
natural feelings and followed in the
wake of the detective, who had al
ready stepped across the threshold. ,
The room or rather the alcovt thus
entered was dim and for a moment he
saw nothing but the bed that together
with a wardrobe took up most of the
space before him. But in another In
stant fie had observed the thin streak
of light made by the separation of the
two heavy curtains that hung between
him and the apartment beyond, and
walking quickly up to It, he looked
through.
Shook His Head.
A pathetic sight greeted him. Kneel
ing before a fire, whose leaping flames
seemed neither to lend warmth to her
icy cheek nor comfort to her miserable
heart, he saw a woman; whose list
less eyes, fixed upon a paper that was
consuming on the hearth, saw noth
ing beyond, seemingly In this world or
the world to come. But apparent as
was her misery, the doctor saw in that
first glance but two things, her face
and her form. Both were unmistak
able. They were those of Genevieve
Gretorex.
His look as he fell back revealed the
truth. The detective who was close
at his side took his arm without a
word and turned toward the door. But
Dr. Cameron, moved perhaps by some
vague memory of the despair he had
seen, turned round again to the cur
tain and allowed himself one other
glance. His face softened as he looked
and he Involuntarily raised his hand to
the curtain as If moved by some un
controllable Impulse to enter, when he
felt his companion’s firm clasp close
around his arm, and yielding to that
kindly but Inexorable will, he wheeled
about and followed Mr. Gryce out of
the room.
"So there Is no mistake?” Inquired the
detective.
The doctor shook his head.
Mr. Gryce softly closed and locked
the door out of which they had come.
Giving the key to the girl, who was
not far off, he remarked, "It is not
the person we seek,*’ and quietly led
the way toward the stairs. But here
Dr Cameron stopped him.
“What are you going to do?” asked
he.
"Ride to St. Nicholas Tlace as fast
as I can.”
“And what do you expect me to do?”
The detective opened out his hands
French fashion. “I have no further
control over your movements,” he ob
served.
Dr. Cameron still held him back.
“Mr. Gryce.” said be. “have you seen
this young lady yourself?"
‘Certainly, before I went for you to
identify her.”
“You noticed how pale she was, then,
how unhappy."
"I did not think so.”
“She is the living picture of de
spair.”
Mr. Gryce’a hand that was sliding up
and down the stair rail suddenly
stopped
“Your emotions make you exagger
ate,” he declared. "It Is scarcely three
hours since 1 saw her, and she struck
me then as looking not only well, but
full of bloom and hopefulness.”
The Detective Looks.
“Go and look for yourself,” suggested
the doctor. "If I am any reader of
countenances it Is a wretched woman
we leave in yonder.”
Mr. Gryce paused no longer. Gliding
swiftly back, he procured the key once
more, took a glance for himself and
came out troubled.
“I don’t understand It,” hls look
seemed to say to the unconscious key
as he handed it back for the second time
to the obliging chambermaid.
The girl may have surprised that look.
At all events, she ventured upon a word
or two that seemed to move the de
tective strangely. He gave the key
another glance, asked a question or two
and then hurried away to the office by
another stair than that which was
guarded by Dr. Cameron's tall figure.
He was gone five minutes and the doc
tor was beginning to lose control over
his patience when the detective ap
peared below, and hastily beckoned to
him. Dr. Cameron at once ran down.
There was a change in the detective’s
manner which he could not but notice.
“It is as I said,” remarked he.
Mr. Gryce laughed—he did sometimes
—and hastened toward the street door.
“We have no time to lose,” he affirmed.
She Had a Visitor.
“You have not, perhaps,” exclaimed
hls companion, energetically. “But my
duty la here; Miss Gretorex looks as if
she needed a friend, and if it Is true
that her mind is affected ”
“Hark!!* cried the other in his short
est, sharpest accents. “Five minutes
ago I might perhaps have agreed with
you, but since then I have heard some
thing which changes my mind. Sir,”
he asserted, “since I saw the lady three
hours ago she has had a visitor, a gen
tleman. She received him in her room;
they talked a full hour, and when he
went ofat he stepped up to the girl we
saw upstairs, and—summon up ydur^hlm.
By BEATRICE FAIRFAX.
THAT IS HER PRIVILEGE.
Dear Miss Fairfax:
I am a foreigner, aged 21, and
deepiy in love with an American
girl of 17 years. I call to see her
two or three times a week and
she seeme to like It very much,
but her parents wish me to come
over oftener than that and take
her out for good times and other
places of amusement. She says
she loves me, but tells me the
good times she has with other
boys in my absence. I told her to
stop going out with other boys,
and site promised me net to do so.
Friends have told me she still
goes out with other boys, and
this is very displeasing to me.
A WOOING LOVER,
She Is not engaged to ybu, and
therefore not bound to obey you.
I am afraid, being only 17 and friv
olous, she loves a good time more than
she love? you. She will outgrow all
that in time, ar.d you must be patient
YOU ARE NOT ENGAGED.
Dear Miss Fairfax:
I am 19 and deeply in love with
a girl one year my junior. I am
with her every other night. On
the night she is not with me she
is with some other man, which
makes me feel bad, as I love the
young lady dearly. If I remon
strate with her about this matter
she says it is none of my affair.
Do you think she Is true to me?
CARL.
I think she is having what every
girl of her age regards as “a good
time/’ and as she is not engaged to
you or to any, she can not be accused
of being untrue to any man. Don't
find fault unless she has gi^en you the
right.
DON’T TAKE HIM SERIOUSLY.
Dear Miss Fairfax:
Please tell me 'how I should
punish a young man who really
thinks a great deal of me (as all
his friends have told me), but who
said to me in a joking manner
that his friend liked me and
thought I was just fine, but he is
trying to tell him that I am not
as fine as he thinks I am. I am a
very good looking young lady and
have many admirers, but like him
the best of all. as he treats me
fine when he takes me out. This
young man Is a critic and criti
cises everything that comes in his
path. I want to teach him a good
lesson, but don't know how to go
about it. N. A. G
“We don’t want girls that flirt.’’
T
courage, sir, if you love her—said that
he was coming back again at 9 o’clock;
that he would bring a clergyman with
him; that, in short, he expected to mar
ry the laxly this very evening In the
room In which he had just left her,
and wished It put In readiness for the
purpose. He told the same story to the
clerk downstairs, and ”
“Hij name—what was the villain’s
nam* or didn’t he leave any name?
Quick! let me know my whole disgrace
at once.”
“He left a card, and the name on it is
one you may know.”
And the detective handed over to his
companion a visiting card on which was
Inscribed—
DR. JULIUS MOLESWORTH.
“Molesworth!” repeated the other In a
tone of incredulous amazement. “Im
possible! Some one has made use ol
hls card.”
An Amazing Thought.
“You think so?”
“I know so. She could never have
become entangled with him. He Is a
He likes to tease you, and will con
tinue to tease you as long as you let
ENNIE started in to work at the new place Mon
day morning. In the meantime, Jennie had
J tried to figure out how she was going to keep
up the payments on her clothes.
Her salary was now $5 a week and the weekly
payment she had to make was $1.50. That, with
home to live on. So Jennie resolved to keep on
looking for another job every spare minute she
could find.
Tom came over to Jenni’s house once in awhile
now, in the evenings. Sometimes Jennie was home
but more often she wasn’t, and Tom would sit and
talk with Jennie’s boarding housekeeper. That
kind old lady was broken hearted the way Jennie
acted and asked Tom if there wasn’t anything lie
could do to show Jennie how wrong it was to act
the way she did. Tom didn’t see what he could
do—he had asked her to marry him and she had
refused him, but he told Jennie’s old friend that if
there ever WAS anything he could do to help, to
let him knew.
$ There was a young man that Jennie often used
to flirt with on the car, and one noon time, when
she was on her way to a place to look for a Job
she had heard about, she met the young man go
ing into the same building she was. When she
went into the place to inquire of the manager for
a job, who should l>e the manager but the same
young man that she had flirted with on the car.
When Jennie asked him for a job, his curt answer
was, “No, we don’t want girls that flirt with strange
men, we let the other firms hire that kind.”
—UAL COFFMAN.
(To Be Continued.)
Don’t take him seriously; that may
cure him. But it may please you to
know that men never tease a girl they
do not like, very, very much.
The Bright Side.
Mrs. Knoall was greatly puzzled—
and not without reason. The fact is,
she happened to meet Mr. Newlywed
one morning as he was rushing to
catch his train, and ventured, with
her usual solicitude for other folks’
affairs, to hope that Mrs. Newlywed
wasn’t having trouble with her ser
vants.
‘‘Oh, no!” said Mr. Newlywed.
“We’ve got three!”
Then he dashed off, leaving Mrs.
Knoall gasping. Three servants, in
deed! Why, it was common knowl
edge in Suburbville that the Newly
weds were anything but rich. How
on earth, then, could they afford to
keep three servants? Mrs. Knoall felt
forced to call on the bride that aft
ernoon to make investigations.
On his return home in the evening
Mr. Newly wed was greeted with this
question: ,
graduate of the Medical School and i8 I “John what ever made you tell Mrs.
„ . . , . , . . .. Knoall this morning that we keep
all right in a professional way, but he j t j iree servants?”
is on the Health Board,' and confines i John smiled.
bis practice to charity patients in the “Well, don’t we, my dear?” he
Ward. She could never have even ; asked. “It seems to me that we al-
met him." ways have one going, one coming and
“It is not always safe to say whom <>ne here!
a woman may or may not meet.”
"She would never have been attracted 1
to him if she had. Molesworth is one
of the most eccentric of men.”
And Dr. Cameron drew up hls fine
figure in a way that was sufficiently
significant.
Mr. Gryce smiled and shook hls head.
“l-cet us make ourselves sure of the
matter,” said he. And, leading the way
back to the office, he asked a descrip
tion of the owner of the card.
“A peculiar looking person,” answered
the clerk. “Medium-sized, but with a
face that means business. His hair is
dark and he wears no beard. He has a
pleasant smile, but his frown makes you
feel as If you wanted to stand from un
der. His clothes—”
But Dr. Cameron had already draw’ll
the detective to the door.
“Let us get away from here,” he cried.
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