Detective and mystery stories; Journalists -- New York (State) -- New York -- Fiction
"Exactly, I thought so. No baby's tooth at that age shows the
amount of disintegration that this tooth shows. Depend on it Mrs.
Van Orden, this tooth comes from the mouth of a child of not less
than nine years of age."
The group was staring in wide-eyed astonishment. Norah asked
tremulously.
"You are certain of what you say, Professor, that this is not
Tommy's tooth."
"Depend on it, sis," interrupted Matthews. "Professor Brierly
could not be mistaken in a thing like that. What I want to know is
why--why this?"
There was an air of relief in the old scientist's demeanor. He
still looked grim but he had the appearance of a man who has had a
load lifted from him.
"I believe I know why. At any rate this solves one thing for us.
My advice is that we notify the police of the kidnapping. I do not
think we can gain anything now by keeping quiet. I am also
reasonably convinced that no harm can come to Thomas unless
something unforeseen happens.
"Furthermore, it is safe to say that in a short time we will solve
the murders of the Tontine group. You were right, Mr. McCall and
you Hale. This kidnapping is intimately bound up with those
murders. I am beginning to see light. Let us notify the police,"
he concluded decisively.
Chapter XVII
Stark fear stalked the camp of Justice Isaac Higginbotham. By the
time Professor Brierly had returned from his momentous trip to New
York this fear was naked, unashamed. The men now made no attempt
to dissemble.
All these men had fought; they had faced death in various forms.
They could each be counted on to act like soldiers in the face of
ordinary danger. It was the fear of the unknown; the dread that at
any moment of the day or night they might become the victims of a
deadly attack from an unknown and unexpected source that was
visibly having its effect on these octogenarians.
It finally took form in a strange manner. As if by unanimous
consent, they each avoided being left alone with one of their
comrades. They would gather at meals or on the porch or in the
large living-room, but they avoided being left in pairs.
They all took solitary walks. Some of them went out on the lake.
Some of them went to Lentone or elsewhere; always alone. Whether
this was sheer bravado, or some strange reaction to the
psychological elements involved, no observer could determine. They
apparently reached an unspoken and unannounced resolution, all of
them, to stay at the camp until the murders were cleared up. Some
of them went about armed, although that was merely a gesture.
To the four men who had been taken into their confidence fell the
task of keeping the strange unhappy group from going mad. Even
this solace was denied them during the past two days. The
kidnapping of the child now took, in the minds of at least two of
the men, a place equal in importance to the murders of their three
comrades.
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