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The House of Whispers

“YOU HEARD WHISPERS?” Synopsis,—Circumstances having prevented Spalding Nelson, clerk, from joining the American forces going to France, he is in a despondent mood when he receives aii invitation to dinner from his great-uncle, Rufus Gaston. Oh the way to the house he meets, under peculiar circumstances, a young girl, apparently in trouble, to whom he has an opportunity to be of slight service. She lives in the same apartment building as Rufus Gaston, and he accompanies her to the house. Gaston and his wife are going to Maine for a trip and want to leave Nelson in charge of the apartment. He accepts. Gaston and his wife tell their great-nephew of mysterious noises—“whispers"— which they have heard in the house. On his way to the Gaston apartment the next Sunday Nelson again meets his accidental acquaintance of a few days before, Barbara Bradford. She urges him not to allow the fact of their being acquainted to be known; At the apartment Nelson meets the superintendent, Wick, and instinctively dislikes him.. In a wall safe he finds a necklace of magnificent pearls, worth a small fortune. Next .day Nelson finds the pearls have disappeared from the Wall safe. His first itlea of informing the’ police is not acted upon because of peculiar circumstances. He has been discharged from his position without adequate explanation or reason, and feels himself Involved in something of a mystery. He decides to conduct an investigation himself. That night Barbara signals from the window of her apartment, which is opposite his, and they ayrange a meeting for next day. In the morning he finds a note in his room, asking him why he had not informed the police of the loss of the jewels. Barbara tells Nelson her sister Claire had some years before made a runaway marriage with an adventurer, from whom she was soon parted, and the marriage had been annulled. Claire is engaged to be married and someone knowing of her escapade has stolen documents concerning the affair from the Bradford apartment.

CHAPTER IV—Continued. “On, no', she must never know. Dad did not want her ever told anything about it. We talked it over. Claire and I, and decided to put a personal advertisement in the papers. It simply said, ‘Liberal reward and no questions asked for return of important papers,’ ” “Were there any answers?” “Yes, and nvk One morning there was a second mote,” “Delivered like the first?” “Yes, I fouMl it. too, on the floor of my bedroom. Here it is.” More amazed and perplexed than over by tlie growing ramification of the plots of .tlie thieves that seemed to involve us both, I took tlie paper and read: “Tpn thousand is our price "for the papers. Pay it or .you’ll never marry Thayer.” "Did you go then to meet the man in the park?” “Not until after I got a third note, more threatening than the first and second. Claire, and I talked it oyer and over, trying to think who could have taken the papers. We only.keep two servants now, Sarah and Mary, and they both have been with us since we were children. It could not have been either of them. They think as much of us as our own mother does.” “Do you suppose the man that she married may have learned of your father’s death and have returned from France to try to blackmail her?” “We thought of that. The notes did not come from him. They do not read as if a Frenchman wrote them.” “Who could it be?” I said more to myself than to her. “Then there was another note,” she went on. “It demanded that Claire wear a red carnation and meet the writer in the park and bring ten thousand dollars. That was the time I first met you. Your presence must hajve frightened them off, for we had no more demands until night before last.” , “Did you have ten thousand with you that night I first met you?” She shook her head. “We haven’t tei) thousand dollars In the world. Outside of our furniture and our jewels and our motor, we have very little. If all the bills we owe were paidAwe’d have almost nothing at all.” “What did you propose doing when you met the man —or men?” “I didn’t know. I was going to try to plead with them to give me the papers. I would have promised anything to have gotten them back.” “But the man—the men —might have harmed you;” She smiled incredulously. “Hardly. There was little danger of their attacking me there in the park so near the avenue, with people constantly passing, and besides, I carried this.” She reached again into the pocket of her habit and brought forth a vicious-looking automatic. “It was Dad’s,” she said. “He taught me to shoot with it, though I don’t think either of us thought then there would come a time when I might need it.” ' “What did the last note say?” “Here it is.” This was written and folded as the others had been, on the most ordinary kind of writing paper. It read: “Unless we get the money Wednesday, Thayer gets the papers Thursday. No wedding then -for yours. Same bench at six-thirty.” “What can I do about it?” “I’ll go in your place,” I suggested. “Oh, no, I couldn’t permit that.” “Let me explain,” I hastened to say. "I’m in this mystery as deep as you are. ~ Jnst night I discovered that

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| all the Gaston jewels which had been ; left in my custody are gone.” "Not stolen!’’ she cried. “The Gaston pearls!” “Yes,” I replied, “the pearls, too.” “Why. they are worth two hundred thousand dollars, at least. What have you done about it? Have you notified the police?” “No, as yet I have told no one of the robbery but yourself." “Why not? You must notify the police at once.” I hesitated. It was hard to explain my actions without telling her the whole miserable story, without admitting to this girl on whom I was most eager to make the best of impressions that I was a young man out of a position, discharged in disgrace. Yet she had given me Net confidence. It was only fair to her and to myself that there should be no secrets between us. I began at the beginning. I told her of my,coining to New York and how I had seen my great-uncle Rufus only once or twice. I Related the departure of Roller and Birge for the war front and told her how eager I had been to go with them. I even went into detail as to the reason I had not gone with them, my debt to the mother. She did not seem greatly interested in tlie first part of my narrative but when I began telling of the proposition the Gastons had made to hie and of the mysterious warnings dach of them had separately given me, I could see her interest kindling. “There is something wrong in that apartment house,” she explained. “We ! have had nothing but trouble ever since we lived there. I wonder if there is anything in the theoiry that j evil ileeds make bad karma, which spreads its effects all about. I know : I feel there is a sinister atmosphere i about the whole place.” “I’m beginning to feel it, too,” I said bitterly. I told her then of my unexpected ■ and unwarranted discharge without | explanation the day before. “How do you account for it?” she I asked perplexedly. “You must have some enenjy, some malicious’ person, who, has] spread some terrible tale about you.’ “I haven't any enemy in the world,” I replied, yet even as I spoke there flashed across my mind the malevolent glance the scar-faced man had given me in the restaurant a few [evenings before. “I wonder.” said Miss Bradford thoughtfully, “if the same people who are trying to blackmail us are; not trying ‘tV> involve you with us in some way?” “Why should they?” “They may have been watching and have seen you enter the house with “But the Man—the. Men—Might Have Harmed You.” me twice. They may think that you and. I are friends and that you were there in the park purposely that first time.” \ “Even so,” I replied, “that doesn’t explain this.” I pulled from my pocket the note I had found on the floof of my bedroom and showed it to her. “Where did you get that?” she gasped in astonishment. “Last night I heard footsteps and whispers. I thought at the time I was dreaming. This morning I found this note on the floor.” “You heard whispers,” she cried excitedly, “whispers that seemed to come from up near the ceiling?” “I thought I heard them. I wasn’t sure.” j “I know, she said, shuddering. “Fve heard them —twice.” We looked at each other despairingly. We both of us realized that we must be surrounded with some potent evil forces working to accomplish our ruin. The motive in the anonymous letters that Miss Bradford had been receiving had plainly been blackmail. But .what was the motive in my own case? Why had someone stolen the Gastort pearls and then in an anonymous letter to me spoken of the theft? I wondered, too, if the successful attempt to discredit me at my place of business had not originated from the same mysterious source. Was my great-uncle Rufus to blame? The suspicion of him rose in my mind and would not be downed. I recalled the unusual pretext on which he had sent for me after having paid no attention to my existence for nearly a year. I recalled his curious warning and that of his aged wife. I remembered that they had insisted on leaving the jewels behind against my 1 u>gings, and that they had been insistent on my having the combination of the safe. Could it be possible that they also had some grudge against the Bradfords, their neighbors, and In

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! some way had got hold of Claire Bradford’s secret? “I think you said,” I asked Miss Bradford, “that your family and the Gastons were not acquainted In any way.” “No,” she replied, “we don’t know them at all. Why do you ask that?” “I was wondering if it could be possible that my great-uncle Rufus could have had any hand in all this. He’s a queer, secretive old chap.” “It’s probable that he and my father might have known each other. Both were in business here in the city for many years. “ I never remember, though, of hearing Dad speak of him — wait, yes, I did once.” "When was that?” “It must have been six or eight years ago. There was something in the papers about Mr. Gaston retiring from business.” “What was it he said?” I asked eagerly, wondering if some old feud between the two men might not give us a clue to unravel the web of mystery. “As nearly as I can recall his words were, ‘I see that old pirate Gaston has retired with his ill-gotten gains.’ ” “To whom was he talking?” “I don’t remember that, probably some man who was visiting at the house. Dad always used to have a lot of men about.” “Did he say anything else?” “That’s all I remember, but I don’t think the Gastons could have anything to do with it. This threatening my sister is more the sort of thing a discharged servant would do.” “Yes.” I admitted, “but find the discharged servant. Yours have been with you for years.” “Oil. what are we going to do?” she cried in desperation. “If I don’t get those papers back, we’ll all be ruined. They’ll give them to my sister’s fiance. Her engagement will be broken. My mother will die of disgrace and shame.” “Don’t be discouraged,” I cried, trying to her a confidence I was far from feeling myself. “This .is only Sunday. We have until Wednesday evening. I’ll flhd some way of trapping those rascals and making them surrender those papers. Leave it to me.” F In spite of my reassuring words, distress was still written on her countenance. As I debated how best to comfort her, she glanced at her wrist watch and exclaimed: “I must be going. They’ll be alarmed about me if I stay longer.” “When am I to see you again?” “I don’t know. That’s hard to arrange. My sister and I are so much together.” . , “Can’t I telephone you?” “No, that wouldn’t do at all. Mother and Claire would both want to know all about it and besides—” . “Besides what?” “I don’t trust that girl at the switchboard. I think she listens to everything that is said.” “They are it prying lot,” I admitted, “including Mr. Wick, the superintendent.” “I don’t like him a bit.” “Nor I. but we must ’ communicate with each other somehow. If you find out anything more you must let ine know at once. If I learn anything, I’ll let you know, and I’m going to discover a lot.” “There’s always our windows,” she suggested, “they are close together. I can signal you when I’m alon< and we can talk,” “I’ll be there in my room every evening from ten o’clock on,” I said, “waiting to hear from you. I’ll put a handkerchief on the sill when I’m there.” « “And Til do the same.” Having reached this understanding, I walked with her to the park entrance within sight of tlie house; All the way we had been talking over the puzzling circumstances of the anonymous notes and of the strange way in which they had been found on the floor. Miss Bradford had spoken again of the whispers she had heard. “The voices were vague—just like a ghost’s might be,” she said. “Yes.” I admitted, “that’s what they sounded like. But there aren’t any ghosts. If those whispers were real, some human being was making them. I’m going to find out who it was, and when we’ve learned that, we’ll have learned a lot about —” I hesitated. “About whom?” she questioned. “I don’t know yet,” I answered. I was wondering about my greatuncle Rufus. CHAPTER V. I was determined to let the disappearance of the jewels alone until I had found some way of getting the Bradfords out of their troubles. The key to the mystery surely lay in the notes that had been found on the floor in both apartments. If I could discover how the notes had been put there and who put them there, I would be on the trail of the miscreants. The placing of the notes indicated the necessity of a confederate in the apartment house. Could it be that one of the employees was in league with the plotters? Was one of the Bradford servants betraying them? Was my aged great-uncle in hiding somewhere, playing malevolent pranks on us? How had that note gotten into my own apartment? Nobody had access to the place but myself—yes, and Mrs. Burke, my great-aunt’s trusted old laundress. I determined to return to the, apartment and Ue in wait for her until she cam# ta to'do up my room. In the week that I had lived there I had not even laid eyes on her, although each evening when I

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While I awaited her arrival I buslei myself with studying anew the different rooms in the apartment; hoping ever to find some new clue to the methods by which the anonymous notes had been delivered. I went to the back of the house and looked out of the rear windows. An ornamental ledge of stone, perhaps eighteen inches wide ran along apparently on the level of the flooring. Any agile person might easily have crept along it if they dared risk falling six stories to the grbund, hut there was no means of access to it save from either my bedroom or the sitting room or from the corresponding rooms in the Bradford apartment. Certainly no one from my apartment had been flipping mysterious notes into the other apartment. Could the converse be true? Was thlere spine unbalanced person in the Bradford family who was doing it? Could it be one of the servants, or possibly Claire Bradford? She always had been flighty, according to her sisu f EjW Under Ordinary Circumstances I Would Have Hesitated to Examine , Them, but Now I Felt No Scruples. ter’s description. Had her troubles unbalanced her to such an extent that she was playing mysterious hysterical pranks on all of us? I sat down at my uncle’s desk. The pigeonholes crammed full of papers caught my eye. Under ordinary circumstances I would have hesitated to examine them, but now I felt no scruples. Old Rufus had warned me that there was some mystery about the place. The pearls had strangely disappeared. I faced the accusation of having stolen them. Surely I was entitled to examine anything and everything in my efforts at solving the mystery. Pigeonhole after pigeonhole I examined Without result until at last I came to a little leather-covered diary. 1 ,readr it with interest, noting that it was (for the present year and that the last entry had been made only the day before he had departed for Maine About six weeks previous to the present date I found this amazing enfry: “Heard whispers last night,” A Week hiter there was another entry, “Whispers again.” There could be no; question ast to what he meant The ghostly noises that had been heard by both Miss Bradford and myself had been heard by him, too. No wondei the old man had been so terrified Other entries in the book recorded hearing the whispers at intervals ol about one week. Nelson and Barbara agree to meet frequently. (TO BE CONTINUED.) LITTLE GOOD IN ARGUMENT Many Men of Note Have Set It Dowr as a Useless Form of Bickering. Lord Fisher, not arguing, of course with his opponents, but just telling them, renewed a discussion with the remark: “It is only fools who argue.’ Something of the sort has been said before. In Plutarch you find: ' “Ebripides was wont to say, silenct was in answer to a wise man; but we seem to have greater occasion for it In our dealings with fools and unreason able persons, for men of breeding and: good sense will be satisfied with reason and fair words.” Jonathan Swift wrote: “Argument, as usually managed, is the worst sort of conversation, as in books it is generally the worst sort of reading.” James Russell Lowell gave this advice : “There is no good in argument with the inevitable. The only argument available with an east wind is to put on your overcoat.” In Samuel Butler’s Notebook, which holds much common sense, is an entry to the point: “Argument is general waste of time and trouble. It is better to present onels own opinion, and leave it to stick or no, as it may happen. If sound, it will probably in the end stick, and that is the main thing.” If you are still fool enough to argue don’t let the other fellow do so. Remember Mr. Godkih’s penetrating warning that “hearing both sides confuses the mind.” Malaria and Quinine. Many cases of “malaria” are.really quinine poisoning. The amount of quinine administered is often large, and the smaller doses are continued for too long. In consequence, a condition of dgbility is induced, which, as its cause continues, also persists. Such is the conclusion of Drs. J. Cowan and R. H. Strong of London. . All drugs, they say, are of little value if attention is not paid to rest and, next, to- protection from the sun and ch’U. New Musical Instrument. New in the musical instrument line . is a whistle with two tubes that is played like a slide trombone. ...— Daily Thought. Never ranger made good guard for itself. —

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