Master Tales of Mystery, Volume 3   By: Francis J. Reynolds (1867-1937)

COLLECTED AND ARRANGED BY FRANCIS J. REYNOLDS

VOLUME III

CONTENTS

ARTHUR B. REEVE THE POISONED PEN THE INVISIBLE RAT THE SILENT BULLET THE DEADLY TUBS THE BLACK HAND THE STEEL DOOR

PAUL L. FORD GREAT K. & A. TRAIN ROBBERY

MAX PEMBERTON THE RISEN DEAD

GEO.B. McCUTCHEON COWARDICE COURT

BURTON E. STEVENSON THE CASE OF MRS. MAGNUS

JOSEPH ERNEST THE EPISODE or THE BLACK CASQUETTE

MARJORIE L.C. PICKTHALL CHEAP

The Poisoned Pen

BY ARTHUR B. REEVE

I

Kennedy's suit case was lying open on the bed, and he was literally throwing things into it from his chiffonier, as I entered after a hurried trip up town from the Star office in response to an urgent message from him.

"Come, Walter," he cried, hastily stuffing in a package of clean laundry without taking off the wrapping paper, "I've got your suit case out. Pack up whatever you can in five minutes. We must take the six o'clock train for Danbridge."

I did not wait to hear any more. The mere mention of the name of the quaint and quiet little Connecticut town was sufficient. For Danbridge was on everybody's lips at that time. It was the scene of the now famous Danbridge poisoning case a brutal case in which the pretty little actress, Vera Lytton, had been the victim.

"I've been retained by Senator Adrian Willard," he called from his room, as I was busy packing in mine. "The Willard family believe that that young Dr. Dixon is the victim of a conspiracy or at least Alma Willard does, which comes to the same thing, and well, the senator called me up on long distance and offered me anything I would name in reason to take the case. Are you ready? Come on, then. We've simply got to make that train."

As we settled ourselves in the smoking compartment of the Pullman, which for some reason or other we had to ourselves, Kennedy spoke again for the first time since our frantic dash across the city to catch the train.

"Now let us see, Walter," he began. "We've both read a good deal about this case in the papers. Let's try to get our knowledge in an orderly shape before we tackle the actual case itself."

"Ever been in Danbridge?" I asked.

"Never," he replied. "What sort of place is it?"

"Mighty interesting," I answered; "a combination of old New England and new, of ancestors and factories, of wealth and poverty, and above all it is interesting for its colony of New Yorkers what shall I call it? a literary artistic musical combination, I guess."

"Yes," he resumed. "I thought as much. Vera Lytton belonged to the colony. A very talented girl, too you remember her in 'The Taming of the New Woman' last season? Well, to get back to the facts as we know them at present.

"Here is a girl with a brilliant future on the stage discovered by her friend, Mrs. Boncour, in convulsions practically insensible with a bottle of headache powder and a jar of ammonia on her dressing table. Mrs. Boncour sends the maid for the nearest doctor, who happens to be a Dr. Waterworth. Meanwhile she tries to restore Miss Lytton, but with no result. She smells the ammonia and then just tastes the headache powder, a very foolish thing to do, for by the time Dr. Waterworth arrives he has two patients."

"No," I corrected, "only one, for Miss Lytton was dead when he arrived, according to his latest statement."

"Very well, then one. He arrives, Mrs. Boncour is ill, the maid knows nothing at all about it, and Vera Lytton is dead. He, too, smells the ammonia, tastes the headache powder just the merest trace and then he has two patients, one of them himself. We must see him, for his experience must have been appalling. How he ever did it I can't imagine, but he saved both himself and Mrs. Boncour from poisoning cyanide, the papers say, but of course we can't accept that until we see. It seems to me, Walter, that lately the papers have made the rule in murder cases: When in doubt, call it cyanide."