The Thinking Machine Collected Stories Part 139
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"Had it myself-I know what it is," he said. "You pa.s.sed one dentist down in the other block, but there's another just across the street here," and he indicated a row of brown-stone residences. "Dr. Paul Sitgreaves. He'll charge you good and plenty."
"Thank you," said the other.
He crossed the street and the policeman gazed after him until he mounted the steps and pulled the bell. After a few minutes the door opened, the stranger entered the house and Patrolman Gillis walked on.
"Dr. Sitgreaves here?" inquired the stranger of a servant who answered the bell.
"Yes."
"Please ask him if he can draw a tooth for me. I'm in a perfect agony, and--"
"The doctor rarely gets up to attend to such cases," interrupted the servant.
"Here," said the stranger and he pressed a bill in the servant's hand. "Wake him for me, won't you? Tell him it's urgent."
The servant looked at the bill, then opened the door and led the patient into the reception room.
Five minutes later, Dr. Sitgreaves, gaping ostentatiously, entered and nodded to his caller.
"I hated to trouble you, doctor," explained the stranger, "but I haven't slept a wink all night."
He glanced around the room until his eye fell upon a clock. Dr. Sitgreaves glanced in that direction. The hands of the clock pointed to 1:53.
"Phew!" said Dr. Sitgreaves. "Nearly two o'clock. I must have slept hard. I didn't think I'd been asleep more than an hour." He paused to gape again and stretch himself. "Which tooth is it?" he asked.
"A molar, here," said the stranger, and he opened his mouth.
Dr. Sitgreaves gazed officially into his innermost depths and fingered the hideous instruments of torture.
"That tooth's too good to lose," he said after an examination. "There's only a small cavity in it."
"I don't know what's the matter with it," replied the other impatiently, "except that it hurts. My nerves are fairly jumping."
Dr. Sitgreaves was professionally serious as he noted the drawn face, the nervous twitching of hands and the unusual pallor of his client.
"They are," he said finally. "There's no doubt of that. But it isn't the tooth. It's neuralgia."
"Well, pull it anyway," pleaded the stranger. "It always comes in that tooth, and I've got to get rid of it some time."
"It wouldn't be wise," remonstrated the dentist. "A filling will save it. Here," and he turned and stirred an effervescent powder in a gla.s.s. "Take this and see if it doesn't straighten you out."
The stranger took the gla.s.s and gulped down the foaming liquid.
"Now sit right there for five minutes or so," instructed the dentist. "If it doesn't quiet you and you insist on having the tooth pulled, of course--"
He sat down and glanced again at the clock after which he looked at his watch and replaced it in a pocket of his pajamas. His visitor was sitting, too, controlling himself only with an obvious effort.
"This is real neuralgia weather," observed the dentist at last, idly. "Misty and damp."
"I suppose so," was the reply. "This began to hurt about twelve o'clock, just as I went to bed, and finally it got so bad that I couldn't stand it. Then I got up and dressed and came out for a walk. I kept on, thinking that it would get better but it didn't and a policeman sent me here."
There was a pause of several minutes.
"Feel any better?" inquired the dentist, at last.
"No," was the reply. "I think you'd better take it out."
"Just as you say!"
The offending tooth was drawn, the stranger paid him with a sigh of relief, and after a minute or so started out. At the door he turned back.
"What time is it now, please?" he asked.
"Seventeen minutes past two," replied the dentist.
"Thanks," said the stranger. "I'll just have time to catch a car back home."
"Good night," said the dentist.
"Good night."
Skulking along through the dense gloom, impalpably a part of the murky mist which pressed down between tall board fences on each side, moved the figure of a man. Occasionally he shot a glance behind him, but the general direction of his gaze was to his left, where a fence cut off the small back-yards of an imposing row of brown-stone residences. At last he stopped and tried a gate. It opened noiselessly and he disappeared inside. A pause. A man came out of the gate, closed it carefully and walked on through the alley toward an arc-light which spread a generous glare at the intersection of a street.
Next morning at eight o'clock, Paul Randolph De Forrest, a young man of some social prominence, was found murdered in the sitting room of his suite in the big Avon apartment house. He had been dead for several hours. He sat beside his desk, and death left him sprawled upon it face downward. The weapon was one of several curious daggers which had been used ornamentally on the walls of his apartments. The blade missed the heart only a quarter of an inch or so; death must have come within a couple of minutes.
Detective Mallory went to the apartments, accompanied by the Medical Examiner. Together they lifted the dead man. Beneath his body, on the desk, lay a sheet of paper on which were scrawled a few words; a pencil was clutched tightly in his right hand. The detective glanced then stared at the paper; it startled him. In the scrawly, trembling, incoherent handwriting of the dying man were these disjointed sentences and words:
"Murdered **** Franklin Chase **** quarrel **** stabbed me **** am dying **** G.o.d help me **** clock striking 2 **** good-bye."
The detective's jaws snapped as he read. Here was crime, motive and time. After a sharp scrutiny of the apartments, he went down the single flight of stairs to the office floor to make some inquiries. An elevator man, Moran, was the first person questioned. He had been on duty the night before. Did he know Mr. Franklin Chase? Yes. Had Mr. Franklin Chase called to see Mr. De Forrest on the night before? Yes.
"What time was he here?"
"About half past eleven, I should say. He and Mr. De Forrest came in together from the theatre."
"When did Mr. Chase go away?"
"I don't know, sir. I didn't see him."
"It might have been somewhere near two o'clock?"
"I don't know, sir," replied Moran again, "I'll-I'll tell you all I know about it. I was on duty all night. Just before two o'clock a telegram was 'phoned for a Mr. Thomas on the third floor. I took it and wrote on it the time that I received it. It was then just six minutes before two o'clock. I walked up from this floor to the third-two flights-to give the message to Mr. Thomas. As I pa.s.sed Mr. De Forrest's door, I heard loud voices, two people evidently quarrelling. I paid no attention then but went on. I was at Mr. Thomas's door possibly five or six minutes. When I came down I heard nothing further and thought no more of it."
"You fix the time of pa.s.sing Mr. De Forrest's door first at, say, five minutes of two?" asked the detective.
"Within a minute of that time, yes, sir."
"And again about two or a minute or so after?"
"Yes."
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