"Really, gentlemen," he drawled, puffing languidly on a cigarette and turning slowly toward the window to watch the passing throng under the lights of the avenue, "really I don't see how I can be of any assistance.You see, except for a mere passing acquaintance Miss Gilbert and I had drifted entirely apart - entirely apart - owing to circumstances over which I, at least, had no control.""I thought perhaps you might have heard from her or about her, through some mutual friend," remarked Kennedy, carefully concealing under his nonchalance what I knew was working in his mind - a belief that, after all, the old attachment had not been so dead as the Gilberts had fancied.
"No, not a breath, either before this sad occurrence or, of course, after.Believe me, if I could add one fact that would simplify the search for Georgette - ah, Miss Gilbert - ah - I would do so in a moment," replied Lawton quickly, as if desirous of getting rid of us as soon as possible.Then perhaps as if regretting the brusqueness with which he had tried to end the interview, he added, "Don't misunderstand me.The moment you have discovered anything that points to her whereabouts, let me know immediately.You can count on me - provided you don't get me into the papers.Good-night, gentlemen.I wish you the best of success.""Do you think he could have kept up the acquaintance secretly?" Iasked Craig as we walked up the avenue after this baffling interview.
"Could he have cast her off when he found that in spite of her parents' protests she was still in his power?""It's impossible to say what a man of Dudley Lawton's type could do,"mused Kennedy, "for the simple reason that he himself doesn't know until he has to do it.Until we have more facts, anything is both possible and probable."There was nothing more that could be done that night, though after our walk we sat up for an hour or two discussing probabilities.It did not take me long to reach the end of my imagination and give up the case, but Kennedy continued to revolve the matter in his mind, looking at it from every angle and calling upon all the vast store of information that he had treasured up in that marvellous brain of his, ready to be called on almost as if his mind were card-indexed.
Murders, suicides, robberies, and burglaries are, after all, pretty easily explained," he remarked, after a long period of silence on my part, "but the sudden disappearance of people out of the crowded city into nowhere is something that is much harder to explain.And it isn't so difficult to disappear as some people imagine, either.
You remember the case of the celebrated Arctic explorer whose picture had been published scores of times in every illustrated paper.He had no trouble in disappearing and then reappearing later, when he got ready.
"Yet experience has taught me that there is always a reason for disappearances.It is our next duty to discover that reason.
Still, it won't do to say that disappearances are not mysterious.
Disappearances except for money troubles are all mysterious.The first thing in such a case is to discover whether the person has any hobbies or habits or fads.That is what I tried to find out from the Gilberts.I can't tell yet whether I succeeded."Kennedy took a pencil and hastily jotted down something on a piece of paper which he tossed over to me.It read:
1.Love, family trouble.
2.A romantic disposition.
3.Temporary insanity, self-destruction.
4.Criminal assault.
5.Aphasia.
6.Kidnapping.
"Those are the reasons why people disappear, eliminating criminals and those who have financial difficulties.Dream on that and see if you can work out the answer in your subliminal consciousness.
Good-night."
Needless to say, I was no further advanced in the morning than at midnight, but Kennedy seemed to have evolved at least a tentative programme.It started with a visit to the public library, where he carefully went over the ground already gone over by the police.
Finding nothing, he concluded that Miss Gilbert had not found what she wanted at the library and had continued the quest, even as he was continuing the quest of herself.
His next step was to visit the department-store.The purchase had been an inconsequential affair of half a dozen handkerchiefs, to be sent home.This certainly did not look like a premeditated disappearance; but Craig was proceeding on the assumption that this purchase indicated nothing except that there had been a sale of handkerchiefs which had caught her eye.Having stopped at the library first and a book-shop afterward, he assumed that she had also visited the book-department of the store.But here again nobody seemed to recall her or that she had asked for anything in particular.
Our last hope was the book-shop.We paused for a moment to look at the display in the window, but only for a moment, for Craig quickly pulled me along inside.In the window was a display of books bearing the sign:
BOOKS ON NEW THOUGHT, OCCULTISM, CLAIRVOYANCE, MESMERISMInstead of attempting to go over the ground already traversed by the police, who had interrogated the numerous clerks without discovering which one, if any, had waited on Miss Gilbert, Kennedy asked at once to see the record of sales of the morning on which she had disappeared.Running his eye quickly down the record, he picked out a work on clairvoyance and asked to see the young woman who had made the sale.The clerk was, however, unable to recall to whom she had sold the book, though she finally admitted that she thought it might have been a young woman who had some difficulty in making up her mind just which one of the numerous volumes she wanted.She could not say whether the picture Kennedy showed her of Miss Gilbert was that of her customer, nor was she sure that the customer was not escorted by some one.Altogether it was nearly as hazy as our interview with Lawton.
