Minute Mysteries [Detectograms] Chapter 3: Part 3

the heat.’ ‘Well, you know the salient facts. The body of Irene Greer, lying on the railroad right-of-way, was found half a mile from here by a fishing party at 6 A.M. day before yesterday. It could be seen that she was a beautiful girl despite the tousled hair matted with mud and a nasty bruise on her cheek. Her flaming red dress was torn and dirty. She had on shoes, but no stockings. Incidentally, her clothes were of the finest quality. Her body indicated that she had received a terrific beating, poor girl. ‘From appearances she had been placed on the track with the expectation that she would be struck by a train and identification made impossible. No doubt she was unconscious when this was done, but she must have revived temporarily and crawled to the gravel right-of-way before a train came along. There she died. ‘A peculiar circumstance is that, while her body was bruised and twisted, there were no marks on her throat to indicate strangulation, yet Dr. Bridewell says that was the cause of death. ‘She was found in a desolate spot. Oh, yes, she was probably strangled with a scarf which, employed in a certain manner, would leave no outward trace. ‘Now you folks should know how I learned Irene Greer was attacked elsewhere and then brought to the vicinity where she was found,’ smiled the Professor. Do you? 8 _Death in the Office_ When Professor Fordney reached Gifford’s office, he found a policeman already there. ‘Gifford’s dead,’ he was told. ‘What brings you here?’ ‘He telephoned me a few minutes ago; said he had been shot; then I had a hard time understanding him. This street is on your beat, isn’t it?’ ‘Yes. I heard the shot when I was in Smith’s cigar store. It took me a while to locate it. The door was locked and I had to break in.’ As they walked into an inner office, they saw Gifford’s body, a bullet through the heart, lying in a pool of blood. Fordney stooped to pick up a revolver. ‘It’s an easy jump to the ground,’ observed the policeman, who was standing by an open window. ‘Did you know, sir,’ he added, ‘that Gifford has been troubled lately by blackmailers?’ ‘Yes. The last time I saw him, he told me he had been shot at a couple of weeks ago.’ Fordney walked over to the door and found the lock was sprung, but the key still in it. ‘I suppose,’ ventured the policeman, ‘that the blackmailers got him. They must have locked the door from the inside when they entered, shot him, and then jumped out the window.’ ‘No,’ said Fordney, who was examining the key he had removed from the lock. ‘There weren’t any murderers in here. Gifford committed suicide.’ Why was the Professor sure that it was suicide? 9 _They Usually Forget Something_ ‘Here is a good illustration of the old bromide that the smartest criminal leaves some clue in even the most carefully planned crime,’ mused Professor Fordney. ‘While in Colshire, a beautiful little English village, I was asked by the local police to assist them in a rather puzzling affair. ‘Suspicion of a particularly brutal murder had been directed toward an illiterate underworld character. He was accused of sending the following note found in the murdered man’s pocket: _sir john when i last seen you i sed i will kill you if the muney ain’t here by mundy; all of it_ _yurs truly,_ _XX_ ‘When Wellington, the Chief Constable, asked my opinion, I told him the writer of the note, and therefore probably the murderer, was obviously an educated man. After explaining why I was sure of that, he agreed with me. ‘An odd sort of case. The murderer was found to be an extremely wealthy American whose sister had married the murdered man’s brother.’ ‘Well,’ laughed Bill Cargo to whom Fordney had been speaking. ‘It’s getting too involved for me. I can’t figure it out.’ How had Fordney determined the American was an educated man? 10 _The Professor Gives a Lesson_ ‘Cardoni came into Inspector Kelley’s office yesterday,’ said Fordney to his Criminology Class. ‘“I want to speak to you alone, Chief,” he said, eyeing me with frank suspicion. ‘“It’s all right. Go ahead,” said Kelley. ‘“I’ve got some information on the Curtis kidnapers. How much is it worth?” ‘“That all depends. Let’s hear the story.” ‘“They’re in one of my old buildings, down on the East Side. Three men and a woman. All you’ve got to do, Chief, is to take this, walk in an’ surprise ’em,” said our informer, tossing a Yale key on Kelley’s desk. “They rented a room from me about a week ago.” ‘“Sounds much too easy, Cardoni. I want something more definite than that. What makes you think they’re the kidnapers?” ‘“I heard them having an argument as I was doing some repair work in the hall. One of the guys threatened to squeal if he didn’t get a bigger cut. It sounded interestin’, so I peeked through the keyhole. They were sittin’ at a table in the middle of the room on which there was a stack of money.” ‘“Your story doesn’t yet show they had any connection with the Curtis kidnaping,” Kelley said. “NO? Well, last night I heard them mention ‘Curtis’ several times. And that ain’t all,” continued Cardoni, with a triumphant air. “Here’s a code message one of them must have dropped. Well, Chief, how much do I get?” “Get out!” hollered Kelley as he made a pass at Cardoni.’ Why was the informer treated so rudely? 11 _Upstairs and Down_ ‘Let’s hear your story,’ said Inspector Kelley to Policeman Kirk, as Fordney dropped into a comfortable chair at Headquarters. ‘The neighbors were worried because they hadn’t seen old lady Brill about for a couple of days and asked me to investigate. ‘Getting no answer to my ring, I broke open the front door, ran upstairs, and, not seeing her, ran down and through the hall, unlocked the kitchen door, and found her on the floor, a bullet through her heart and a gun beside her. The windows and the doors to the porch and cellar were locked on the inside and nothing seemed to be disturbed. ‘Looked like suicide to me. However, I learned her nephew was at the house yesterday about the time the doctor said she died, so I brought him in,’ concluded Kirk. ‘Why did you run upstairs before examining the lower floor?’ asked Kelley. ‘Thought I heard a noise up there, sir,’ replied the policeman. ‘Any finger-prints on the gun?’ inquired Fordney. ‘Just those of the old lady,’ answered Kelley. ‘I have a key to the house,’ interrupted the nephew. ‘I went in yesterday, called to her, but she didn’t answer, so I thought she’d gone out.’ ‘Did you go upstairs?’ asked the Professor. ‘Yes, I ran up there, calling her name, but came right down again and left immediately.’ ‘Well, Kelley, of course it’s murder—as you probably know. I suppose you’ll hold this fellow?’ ‘I certainly intend to,’ replied the Inspector. How did Fordney know the old lady had been murdered? 12 _Class Day_ ‘Baklioff, in person, combined with “Grand Hotel,” had packed the Paramount,’ said the Professor. ‘Every seat was occupied and standing-room was at a premium. What an opening it was!’ he continued. ‘As the picture neared its end and the orchestra, under the magnificent leadership of Baklioff, reached the climax of Mascagni’s “Cavalleria Rusticana,” a shot rang out. ‘Inspector Kelley who accompanied me, was immediately on his feet bellowing, “Lights!” They were quickly turned on and the picture stopped. Warning everyone to keep his seat, we started for the back of the theater, when a man’s body slumped out of a seat and fell almost at our feet. A hurried examination disclosed he had been shot in the back of the head and that he was an extremely tall man. ‘Leaving Kelley to look after things, I hurried to the operator’s booth. When almost there, I heard another shot and knew I was too late. Entering the small compartment, hung under the balcony, I found the operator with a bullet through his temple and a smoking revolver by his side. ‘“Not much to this,” I remarked, as Kelley joined me. ‘“I wonder if he got the right man,” commented the Inspector. “I don’t understand how he could have made such a splendid shot under the circumstances. Amazing!”’ ‘Was the dead man sitting in an aisle seat?’ interrupted one of the class. ‘Yes,’ replied Fordney. ‘Gee, that’s a good one, Professor, but I know now the one thing wrong with your story,’ said the student. Do you? 13 _A Hot Pursuit_ ‘Hello, Smith,’ said Professor Fordney as he opened the door. ‘What’s up?’ ‘Uncle Fred’s house has been robbed. He had some negotiable bonds in the library safe and told me to stick close to home until he returned from New York.’ ‘Were they stolen?’ interrogated Fordney. ‘I’m afraid so. I was up in my bedroom about twenty minutes ago when I heard a noise. I rushed downstairs just in time to see a man dash out of the library. I ran after him and, as I passed the door, I noticed the safe was open, so I suppose he got the bonds. He jumped into a waiting automobile and I trailed him in my car which, fortunately, was standing in front of the house, but he got away from me.’ ‘Did you get his license number?’ ‘No. Couldn’t see it. When I lost him in the traffic, I drove right over here.’ ‘Didn’t you keep the house locked while you were upstairs?’ ‘Yes, but the burglar chiseled open a cellar window.’ ‘Well, let’s go over and have a look,’ suggested Fordney. When they reached the Smith home, they found the bonds gone. ‘Did you lock the front door when you ran out of the house?’ ‘Why—er,’ replied Smith nervously, ‘the door locks automatically. I don’t know what Uncle Fred will say when he gets back.’ ‘He’ll say plenty if you tell him the story you told me,’ interrupted the Professor. ‘I suggest you put the bonds back.’ Where did Smith make his incriminating slip? 14 _A Question of Identity_ Professor Fordney and three of his friends were enjoying their weekly ‘get together’ at the University Club. ‘Professor,’ said Patrie, ‘tell us something about that Yelpir murder case you were working on.’ ‘Well, gentlemen,’ he replied, in his retiring manner, ‘as you know, Yelpir’s affairs were common knowledge, and the fact that several women had reasons to wish him dead complicated matters a bit. ‘His body was found in his study, which opened on to a corridor. At the