Quintus Oakes: A Detective StoryJackson, Charles Ross
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Quintus Oakes: A Detective Story
Jackson, Charles Ross
Detective and mystery stories; Fiction
"The servants are firmly convinced that the whole business is
supernatural. That is hardly worth discussing. I have no doubt that you
two gentlemen, as possible purchasers of the Mansion, will have
opportunities to settle the question for yourselves."
There was just the shadow of a smile on Oakes's face as he spoke.
"Did you notice anything peculiar about the people at the Mansion--the
care-takers?" I asked.
"No, I thought their actions were natural, especially when I was
assaulted. One of the gardeners, who did not do very much to help me,
seemed preoccupied and made advances for a better acquaintance before I
left. I think he will bear watching closely; he knows something."
"How long did you remain at the Mansion after the assault?"
"Only a few days," said Oakes. "I could learn nothing alone. It was too
dangerous. When we return, it will be in greater numbers. If our mission
is suspected we will be obliged to work through other channels, but I
think we can fool the care-takers; they will say nothing to you about
the mystery, and they will think that I am more anxious than ever to
dispose of the place. Should our work be suspected, however," continued
the detective, "we will be face to face with complications. We may have
to be reënforced by men from my agency, but they will probably not be
known even to you."
"The reward for the solution of this mystery is a large one, and the
prosperity of the town depends upon it. This matter at the Mansion has
not only affected its own value, as I said, but has helped greatly to
depreciate the worth of the surrounding properties."
Then, turning to Moore:
"I think your professional knowledge may come in handy in several ways,
so you may consider that your time will be well paid for, and your
vacation a profitable one--that is, of course, if you return alive."
This was so seriously said as to cause me a momentary feeling of
discomfort.
We now discussed details and arrangements for our start, for we had
decided to go. Oakes and I were to leave first, while Doctor Moore was
to come a few days later, owing to his inability to get away at once.
Having finished with his story and the necessary details of instruction,
Oakes changed his manner and offered us cigars. The Jap brought in a few
glasses and a bottle, which opened up the social side of our interview.
Noticing that our host had not lighted a cigar, I ventured the remark
that he was not a heavy smoker.
"No," said he. "I very rarely use tobacco during business; it is a
peculiarity of mine, I am told."
His face was quite smiling now.
He continued: "With some it acts as a concentrator of ideas--at least,
so claim its devotees. With me, it dissipates them; I use it simply as a
pleasure when work is done."
While he spoke, I was again impressed with that peculiar celerity of
movement in small actions which I had noticed before.
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