The Romance of Elaine

The Romance of Elaine

THE ROMANCE OF ELAINE ARTHUR B. REEVE CONTENTS CHAPTER I THE SERPENT SIGN II THE CRYPTIC RING III THE WATCHING EYE IV THE VENGEANCE OF WU FANG V THE SHADOWS OF WAR VI THE LOST TORPEDO VII THE GRAY FRIAR VIII THE VANISHING MAN IX THE SUBMARINE HARBOR X THE CONSPIRATORS XI THE WIRELESS DETECTIVE XII THE DEATH CLOUD XIII THE SEARCHLIGHT GUN XIV THE LIFE CHAIN XV THE FLASH XVI THE DISAPPEARING HELMETS XVII THE TRIUMPH OF ELAINE THE ROMANCE OF ELAINE CHAPTER I THE SERPENT SIGN Rescued by Kennedy at last from the terrible incubus of Bennett's persecution in his double life of lawyer and master criminal Elaine had for the first time in many weeks a feeling of security. Now that the strain was off however she felt that she needed rest and a chance to recover herself and it occurred to her that a few quiet days with "Aunt" Tabitha who had been her nurse when she was a little girl would do her a world of good. She sent for Aunt Tabby yet the fascination of the experiences through which she had just gone still hung over her. She could not resist thinking and reading about them as she sat one morning with the faithful Rusty in the conservatory of the Dodge house. I had told the story at length in the Star and the heading over it caught her eye. It read: THE CLUTCHING HAND DEAD ------ Double Life Exposed by Craig Kennedy Perry Bennett the Famous Young Lawyer Takes Poison--Kennedy Now on Trail of Master Criminal's Hidden Millions. ---- As Elaine glanced down the column Jennings announced that Aunt Tabby as she loved to call her old friend had arrived and was now in the library with Aunt Josephine. With an exclamation of delight Elaine dropped the paper and followed by Rusty almost ran into the library. Aunt Tabby was a stout elderly jolly-faced woman precisely the sort whom Elaine needed to watch over her just now. "Oh I'm so glad to see you" half laughed Elaine as she literally flung herself into her nurse's arms. "I feel so unstrung--and I thought that if I could just run off for a few days with you and Joshua in the country where no one would know it might make me feel better. You have always been so good to me. Marie! Are my things packed? Very well. Then get my wraps." Her maid left the room. "Bless your soul" mothered Aunt Tabby stroking her soft golden hair "I'm always glad to have you in that fine house you bought me. And faith Miss Elaine the house is a splendid place to rest in but I don't know what's the matter with it lately. Joshua says its haunts--" "Haunts?" repeated Elaine in amused surprise. "Why what do you mean?" Marie entered with the wraps before Aunt Tabby could reply and Jennings followed with the baggage. "Nonsense" continued Elaine gaily as she put on her coat and turned to bid Aunt Josephine good-bye. "Good-bye Tabitha" said her real aunt. "Keep good care of my little girl." "That I will" returned the nurse. "We don't have all these troubles out in the country that you city folks have." Elaine went out followed by Rusty and Jennings with the luggage. "Now for a long ride in the good fresh air" sighed Elaine as she leaned back on the cushions of the Dodge limousine and patted Rusty while the butler stowed away the bags. The air certainly did if anything heighten the beauty of Elaine and at last they arrived at Aunt Tabby's tired and hungry. The car stopped and Elaine Aunt Tabby and the dog got out. There waiting for them was "Uncle" Joshua as Elaine playfully called him a former gardener of the Dodges now a plain honest countryman on whom the city was fast encroaching a jolly old fellow unharmed by the world. Aunt Tabby's was an attractive small house not many miles from New York yet not in the general line of suburban travel. . . . . . . . Kennedy and I had decided to bring Bennett's papers and documents over to the laboratory to examine them. We were now engaged in going over the great mass of material which he had collected in the hope of finding some clue to the stolen millions which he must have amassed as a result of his villainy. The table was stacked high. A knock at the door told us that the expressman had arrived and a moment later he entered delivering a heavy box. Kennedy signed for it and started to unpack it. I was hard at work when I came across a large manila envelope carefully sealed on which were written the figures "$7000000." Too excited even to exclaim I tore the envelope open and examined the contents. Inside was another envelope. I opened that. It contained merely a blank piece of paper! With characteristic skill at covering his tracks Bennett had also covered his money. Puzzled I turned the paper over and over looking at it carefully. It was a large sheet of paper but it showed nothing. "Huh!" I snorted to myself "confound him." Yet I could not help smiling at my own folly a minute later in thinking that the Clutching Hand would leave any information in such an obvious place as an envelope. I threw the paper into a wire basket on the desk and went on sorting the other stuff. Kennedy had by this time finished unpacking the box and was examining a bottle which he had taken from it. "Come here Walter" he called at length. "Ever see anything like that?" "I can't say" I confessed getting up to go to him. "What is it?" "Bring a piece of paper." he added. I went back to the desk where I had been working and looked about hastily. My eye fell on the blank sheet of paper which I had taken from Bennett's envelope and I picked it up from the basket. "Here's one" I said handing it to him. "What are you doing?" Kennedy did not answer directly but began to treat the paper with the liquid from the bottle. Then he lighted a Bunsen burner and thrust the paper into the flame. The paper did not burn! "A new system of fire-proofing" laughed Craig enjoying my astonishment. He continued to hold the paper in the flame. Still it did not burn. "See?" he went on withdrawing it and starting to explain the properties of the new fire-proofer. He had scarcely begun when he stopped in surprise. He had happened to glance at the paper again bent over to examine it more intently and was now looking at it in surprise. I looked also. There clearly discernible on the paper was a small part of what looked like an architect's drawing of a fireplace. Craig looked up at me nonplussed. "Where did you say you got that?" he asked. "It was a blank piece of paper among Bennett's effects" I returned as mystified as he pointing at the littered desk at which I had been working. Kennedy said nothing but thrust the paper back again into the flame. Slowly the heat of the burner seemed to bring out the complete drawing of the fireplace. We looked at it even more mystified. "What is it do you suppose?" I queried. "I think" he replied slowly "that it was drawn with sympathetic ink. The heat of the burner brought it out into sight." What was it about? . . . . . . . Elaine had gone to bed that night at Aunt Tabby's in the room which her old nurse had fixed up especially for her. It was a very attractive little room with dainty chintz curtains and covers and for the first time in many weeks Elaine slept soundly and fearlessly. Down-stairs in the living-room Rusty also was asleep his nose between his paws. The living-room was in keeping with everything at Aunt Tabby's plain neat homelike. On one side was a large fireplace that gave to it an air of quaint hospitality. Suddenly Rusty woke up his ears pointed at this fireplace. He stood a moment listening then with a bark of alarm he sped swiftly from the living-room up the stairs at a bound until he came to Elaine's room. Elaine felt his cold nose at her hand and stirred then awoke. "What is it Rusty?" she asked mindful of the former days when Rusty gave warning of the Clutching Hand and his emissaries. Rusty wagged his tail. Something was wrong. Elaine followed him down to the living-room. She went over and lighted the electric lamp on the table then turned to Rusty. "Well Rusty?" she asked almost as if he were human. She had no need to repeat the question. Rusty was looking straight at the fireplace. Elaine listened. Sure enough she heard strange noises. Was that Aunt Tabby's "haunt"? Whatever it was it sounded as if it came up from the very depths of the earth. She could not make out just what it sounded like. It might have been some one striking a piece of iron a bolt with a sledge. What was it? She continued to listen in wonder then ran to Aunt Tabby's bedroom door on the first floor and knocked. Aunt Tabby woke up and shook Joshua. "Aunt Tabby! Aunt Tabby!" called Elaine. "Yes my dear" answered the old nurse now fully awake and straightening her nightcap. "Joshua!" Together the old couple came out into the living-room still in their nightclothes Joshua yawning sleepily still. "Listen!" whispered Elaine. There was the noise again. This time it was more as though some one were beating a rat-tat-tat with something on a rock. It was weird uncanny as all stood there none knowing where the strange noises came from. "It's the haunts!" cried Aunt Tabby trembling a bit. "For three nights now we've been hearing these noises." Around and around the room they walked still trying to locate the strange sounds. Were they under the floor? It was impossible to say. They gave it up and stood there looking blankly at each other. Was it the work of human or superhuman hands? Finally Joshua went to a table drawer and opened it. He took out a huge murderous-looking revolver. "Here Miss Elaine" he urged pressing it on her "take this-- keep it near you!" The noises ceased at length as strangely as they had begun. Half an hour later they had all gone back to bed and were asleep. But Elaine's sleep now was fitful a constant procession of faces flitted before her closed eyes. Suddenly she woke with a start and stared into the semi-darkness. Was that face real or a dream face? Was it the hideous helmeted face that had dragged her down into the sewer once? That man was dead. Who was this? She gazed at the bedroom window holding the huge revolver tightly. There vague in the night light appeared a figure. Surely that was no dream face of the oxygen helmet. Besides it was not the same helmet. She sat bolt upright and fired pointblank at the window shivering the glass. A second later she had leaped from the bed switched on the lights and was running to the sill. Down-stairs Aunt Tabby and Uncle Joshua had heard the shot. Joshua was now wide awake. He seized his old shotgun and ran out into the livingroom. Followed by Aunt Tabby he hurried to Elaine. "Wh-what was it?" he asked puffing at the exertion of running up- stairs. "I saw--a face--at the window--with some kind of thing over it!" gasped Elaine. "It was like one I saw once before." Uncle Joshua did not wait to hear any more. With the gun pointed ahead of him ready for instant action he ran out of the room and into the garden beneath Elaine's window. He looked about for signs of an intruder. There was not a sound. No one was about here. "I don't see any one" he called up to Elaine and Atint Tabby in the window. He happened to look down at the ground. Before him was a small box. He picked it up. "Here's something though" he said. Joshua went back into the house. "What is it?" asked Elaine as he rejoined the women. She took the curious little box and unfastened the cover. As she opened it she drew back. There in the box was a little ivory figure of a man all hunched up and shrunken a hideous figure. She recoiled from it--it reminded her too much of the Chinese devil-god she had seen--and she dropped the box. For a moment all stood looking at it in horrified amazement. . . . . . . . It was the afternoon following the day of our strange discovery of the fireplace done in sympathetic ink on the apparently blank sheet of paper in Bennett's effects when the speaking-tube sounded and I answered it. "Why--it's Elaine" I exclaimed. Kennedy's face showed the keenest pleasure at the unexpected visit. "Tell her to come right up" he said quickly. I opened the door for her. "Why--Elaine--I'm awfully glad to see you" he greeted "but I thought you were rusticating." "I was but Craig it seems to me that wherever I go something happens" she returned. "You know Aunt Tabby said there were haunts. I thought it was an old woman's fear--but last night I heard the strangest noises out there and I thought I saw a face at the window--a face in a helmet. And when Joshua went out this is what he found on the ground under my window." She handed Kennedy a box a peculiar affair which she touched gingerly and only with signs of the greatest aversion. Kennedy opened it. There in the bottom of the box was a little ivory devil-god. He looked at it curiously a moment. "Let me see" he ruminated still regarding the sign. "The house you bought for Aunt Tabby once belonged to Bennett didn't it?" Elaine nodded her head. "Yes but I don't see what that can have to do with it" she agreed adding with a shudder "Bennett is dead." Kennedy had taken a piece of paper from the desk where he had put it away carefully. "Have you ever seen anything that looks like this?" he asked handing her the paper. Elaine looked at the plan carefully as Kennedy and I scanned her face. She glanced up her expression showing plainly the wonder she felt. "Why yes" she answered. "That looks like Aunt Tabby's fireplace in the living-room." Kennedy said nothing for a moment. Then he seized his hat and coat. "If you don't mind" he said "we'll go back there with you." "Mind?" she repeated. "Just what I had hoped you would do." . . . . . . . Wu Fang the Chinese master mind had arrived in New York. Beside Wu the inscrutable Long Sin astute though he was was a mere pigmy--his slave his advance agent as it were a tentacle sent out to discover the most promising outlet for the nefarious talents of his master. New York did not know of the arrival of Wu Fang the mysterious-- yet. But down in the secret recesses of Chinatown in the ways that are devious and dark the oriental crooks knew--and trembled. Thus it happened that Long Sin was not permitted to enjoy even the foretaste of Bennett's spoils which he had forced from him after his weird transformation into his real self the Clutching Hand ...