The Bartlett Mystery Part 4
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"I really don't know," and Winifred began placing her array of work in sorted piles. "Indeed, I spoke carelessly. No one told me. I saw a commotion on Riverside Drive, and heard a man arguing with others that a boat then being towed by a police launch must be the missing one."
Fowle's whiff of annoyance had pa.s.sed. He had jumped to the conclusion that such an extremely pretty girl would surely own a sweetheart who escorted her to and from work each day. He did not suspect that every junior clerk downstairs had in turn offered his services in this regard, but with such lack of success that each would-be suitor deemed Winifred conceited.
"I wish I had been there," he said. "Do you go home the same way?"
"No."
Winifred was aware that the other girls were watching her furtively and exchanging meaning looks.
"You take the Third Avenue L, I suppose?" persisted Fowle. Then Winifred faced him squarely. For some reason her temper got the better of her.
"It is a house rule, Mr. Fowle," she said, "that the girls are forbidden to talk during working hours."
"Nonsense," laughed Fowle. "I'm in charge here, an' what I say goes."
He left her, however, and busied himself elsewhere. Apparently, he was even forgiving enough to call Miss Sugg out of the room and detain her all the rest of the morning.
Winifred was promptly rallied by some of her companions.
"I must say this for you, Winnie Bartlett, you don't think you're the whole shootin' match," said a stout, red-faced creature, who would have been more at home on a farm than in a New York warehouse, "but it gets my goat when you hand the mustard to Fowle in that way. If he made goo-goo eyes at me, I'd play, too."
"I wish little Carlotta was a blue-eyed, golden-haired queen," sighed another, a squat Neapolitan with the complexion of a Moor. "She's give Fowle a chance to dig into his pocketbook, believe me."
The youthful philosopher won a chorus of approval. All the girls liked Winifred. They even tacitly admitted that she belonged to a different order, and seldom teased her. Fowle's obvious admiration, however, imposed too severe a strain, and their tongues ran freely.
The luncheon-hour came, and Winifred hurried out with the others. They patronized a restaurant in Fourteenth Street. At a news-stand she purchased an evening paper, a rare event, since she had to account for every cent of expenditure. Though allowed books, she was absolutely forbidden newspapers!
But this forlorn girl, who knew so little of the great city in whose life she was such an insignificant item, felt oddly concerned in "The Yacht Mystery." It was the first noteworthy event of which she had even a remote first-hand knowledge. That empty launch, its very abandonment suggesting eeriness and fatality, was a tangible thing. Was she not one of the few who had literally seen it? So she invested her penny, and after reading of the discovery of the boat--it was found moored to a wharf at the foot of Fort Lee--breathlessly read:
As the outcome of information given by a well-known Senator, the police have obtained an important clue which leads straight to a house in One Hundred and Twelfth Street.
"Well," mused Winifred, wide-eyed with astonishment. "Fancy that! The very street where I live!"
She read on:
The arrest of at least one person, a woman, suspected of complicity in the crime may occur at any moment. Detectives are convinced that the trail of the murderers will soon be clearer.
Every effort is being made to recover Mr. Tower's body, which, it is conceivable, may have been weighted and sunk in the river near the spot where the boat was tied.
Winifred gave more attention to the newspaper report than to her frugal meal. Resolving, however, that Miss Sugg should have no further cause for complaint that day, she returned to the factory five minutes before time. An automobile was standing outside the entrance, but she paid no heed to it.
The checker tapped at his little window as she pa.s.sed.
"The boss wants you," he said.
"Me!" she cried. Her heart sank. Between Miss Sugg and Mr. Fowle she had already probably lost her situation!
"Yep," said the man. "You're Winifred Bartlett, I guess. Anyhow, if there's another peach like you in the bunch I haven't seen her."
She bit her lip and tears trembled in her eyes. Perhaps the gruff Cerberus behind the window sympathized with her. He lowered his voice to a hoa.r.s.e whisper: "There's a cop in there, an' a 'tec,' too."
Winifred was startled out of her forebodings.
"They cannot want me!" she said amazedly.
"You never can tell, girlie. Queer jinks happen sometimes. I wouldn't bat an eyelid if they rounded up the boss hisself."
She was sure now that some stupid mistake had been made. At any rate, she no longer dreaded dismissal, and the first intuition of impending calamity yielded to a nervous curiosity as she pushed open a door leading to the general office.
CHAPTER IV
FURTHER SURPRISES
A clerk, one of the would-be swains who had met with chilling discouragement after working-hours, was evidently on the lookout for her. An ign.o.ble soul prompted a smirk of triumph now.
"Go straight in," he said, jerking a thumb. "A cop's waitin' for you."
Winifred did not vouchsafe him even an indignant glance. Holding her head high, she pa.s.sed through the main office, and made for a door marked "Manager." She knocked, and was admitted by Mr. Fowle. Grouped around a table she saw one of the members of the firm, the manager, a policeman, and a dapper little man, slight of figure, who held himself very erect. He was dressed in blue serge, and had the ivory-white face and wrinkled skin of an actor. She was conscious at once of the penetration of his glance. His eyes were black and luminous. They seemed to pierce her with an X-ray quality of comprehension.
"This is the girl," announced Mr. Fowle deferentially.
The little man in the blue suit took the lead forthwith.
"You are Winifred Bartlett?" he said, and by some subtle inter-flow of magnetism Winifred knew instantly that she had nothing to fear from this diminutive stranger.
"Yes," she replied, looking at him squarely.
"You live in East One Hundred and Twelfth Street?"
"Yes."
"With a woman described as your aunt, and known as Miss Rachel Craik?"
"Yes."
Each affirmative marked a musical crescendo. Especially was Winifred surprised by the sceptical description of her only recognized relative.
"Well," went on Clancy, suppressing a smile at the girl's nave astonishment, "don't be alarmed, but I want you to come with me to Mulberry Street."
Now, Winifred had just been reading about certain activities in Mulberry Street, and her eyebrows rounded in real amazement.
"Isn't that the Police Headquarters?" she asked.
Fowle chuckled, whereupon Clancy said pleasantly:
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