Detective and mystery stories; Murder -- Investigation -- Fiction; Washington (D.C.) -- Fiction
Wyndham swore softly. "That's the devilish part of it," he said
bitterly. "As soon as I realized the man had really run away I glanced
over my papers. Everything seemed to be all right. I pulled open this
drawer," opening it as he spoke, "and saw these blue prints lying
exactly as I had placed them under this folded newspaper. I slammed the
drawer shut, thinking my strange visitor was simply a harmless lunatic,
who had probably read about Carew's death until he became obsessed with
the subject, and dismissed the matter from my mind."
"Was this drawer locked when your strange visitor was admitted?"
"No."
"Then anyone might have stolen the papers," exclaimed the Secretary of
State in surprise.
Wyndham reddened. "No, they could not. The only time I've been out
of this room was when I ran out looking for aid for that miserable
scoundrel. That is the only chance there has been to steal the papers."
"You think, then," began Douglas, checking his remarks off on his
fingers, "first, that the whole thing was a plot; that the man used
Senator Carew's name to arouse your interest or curiosity; that he
faked a fit, and in your absence removed the plans and substituted
false blueprints, taking a chance that you would simply look to see
that everything was safe in your drawer and not examine further, and
then made his escape."
"You've hit it exactly," acknowledged Wyndham. "Those were the
conclusions reached by Chief Connor also."
"It was no irresponsible person who committed that theft," declared
the Secretary of State thoughtfully. "It was a well-laid plot, neatly
carried out. How long have the papers been in your possession, Wyndham?"
"They were sent here yesterday for my inspection. There has been a
leak here somewhere, damn it!" Wyndham set his bulldog jaw. "I'll
trace it to the bottom, and when I find out----" he clenched his fists
menacingly.
"What callers did you see besides the Spaniard?" asked Douglas.
"Let me see--the usual run, several office seekers, a number of naval
officers--oh, yes, my wife came in with Colonel Thornton and his niece,
Miss Eleanor Thornton."
"Before or after the Spaniard had been here?" questioned Douglas
swiftly.
"Shortly afterward. They came in about a quarter of one and did not
stay long."
"After you had discovered the loss of the plans?"
"No, before. I only discovered their loss three-quarters of an hour
ago."
"How long were your wife and her friends in this office?" inquired
Douglas persistently.
"About fifteen minutes."
"Then how does it happen that I saw Miss Eleanor Thornton descending in
one of the elevators when the Secretary and I were on our way to this
office to see you?"
"Oh, Miss Eleanor told me that she was going to the library to look
up the records of some of her ancestors, as she wishes to join the
Colonial Dames. I think she has been up there ever since. My wife and
Colonel Thornton left together without waiting for her."
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