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Th« Oppressor
There is no happineai for him
who oppresses and persecutes;
no, thers can be no repose for
him. For the sighs of the unfor
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A cheerful look makes s dish
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CHAPTER IX—Continued
—14—
Vance rose and bowed.
“Thanks for your ultimate candor,
Miss Graem. I’m deuced eorfy I
had to torture you to obtain it And
please ignore the nightmares you
accused me of manufacturing. I’m
really grateful to you for helping
me fill in the pattern.”
The girl frowned as her Intense
gaze rested on Vance.
“I wonder if you don’t really know
more about this affair than you pre
tend.”
“My dear Miss Graem! I do not
pretend to know anything about it.”
Vance went to the door and held it
open for her. “You may go now,
but we shall probably want to see
you again tomorrow, and I just ask
for your promise that you will stay
at home where you will be avail
able.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll be at home.”
As she went out. Miss Beeton was
coming up the passageway toward
the study. The two women passed
each other without speaking.
“I’m sorry to trouble you, Mr.
Vance,” the nurse apologized, “but
Doctor Siefert hat Just arrived
and asked me to inform you that
he wished very much to aee you as
soon as possible. Mr. Gsrden,” she
added, “has told him about Mr.
Swift’s death.”
At the moment her gaze fell on
the tweed coat, and a slight puzzled
frown lined her forehead. Before
she could speak Vance said:
“The sergeant brought your coat
up here. He didn’t know whose it
was. We were looking for some
thing.” Then he added quickly:
“Please tell Doctor Siefert that I
will be very glad to see him at once.
And ask him if he will be good
enough to come here to the study.”
Mias Beeton nodded and went put.
CHAPTER X
There was a soft knock, and
Vance turned from the window. He
was confronted by Garden, who had
opened the study door without wait
ing he a summons.
"Sorry, Vance.” Garden apolo
gized, “but Doc Siefert Is down
stairs and says he’d like to see you.
if convenient, before he goes.'*
Vance looked at the man a mo
ment and frowned.
“Mias Beeton informed me of the
fact a few minutes ago. I asked
her to tell the doctor I would be
glad to see him at once. I can’t
understand his sending you also.
Didn't the nurse give him the mes
sage?”
“I'm afrsd not. I know Siefert
sent Miss Beeton up here, and I
assumed, as I imagine Siefert did,
that you had detained her.” He
looked round the room with a puz
zled expression. “The fact la. I
thought she was still up here.”
“You mean she hasn't returned
downstairs?” Vance asked.
“No, she hasn’t come down yet.”
Vance took s step forward.
“Are you sure of that, Gsrden?”
”Yes, very sure.” Garden nod
ded vigorously. “I’ve been in the
front hall, near the foot of the stairs,
aver since Doc Siefert strived.”
“Did you see any of the others
come down?”
“Why, yes,” Garden told him.
“Kroon came down and went out
And then Madge Weatherby. And
shortly after the nurse had gone up
with Siefert's message to you, Zsla
came down and hurried sway. But
that’s all. And, as I say, I’ve been
down there in the front hall all the
time.”
“What about Hammle?”
“Hammle? No, I haven’t seen
anything of him. I thought he was
still here with you.”
“That’s deuced queer.” Vance
moved slowly to s chair and sat
down with a perplexed frown. "It’s
possible you missed him. However,
it doesn’t matter. Ask the doctor
to come up, will you?”
When Garden had left us Vance
sat smoking and staring at the ceil
ing. I knew from the droop of his
eyelids that he was disturbed.
“Deuced queer,” he muttered
again.
“For Heaven’s sake, Vance,”
Markham commented irritably.
“It’s entirely possible Garden
wasn’t watching the stairs as close
ly as he imagines.”
“Yea. Oh, yes.” Vance nodded
vaguely. “Everyone worried. None
on the alert. Normal mechanisms
not functioning. Still, the stairs are
visible half way up the hall, and
the hall itself isn't very spacious
ee
“It’s quite poeatble Hammle went
down the mam stairs from the ter
race, wishing, perhaps, to avoid the
nSki m rm M
He hadn’t his net op here with
him." Vance returned without look
get It No point In such silly ma
neuvers . . . But It isn't Hammle
I’m thinking of. It's Mias Bast on
I don’t like it . . .” He got up
slowly and took out another cigar
ette. “She's not the kind of girt that
would neglect taking my message
to Siefert immediately, uni+f# for
a very good reason.”
"A number of things might have
happened—”
“Yes, of course. That’s Just It
Too many things have happened
here today already.” Vance went
to the north window and looked out
Into the garden. Then he returned
to the center of the room and stood
for a moment In Unas meditation.
“As you say, Markham.” His voice
was barely audible. “Something
may' haft happened. . ; T” Sud
denly ha threw his cigarette into
an ash tray and turned on his heel.
“Oh, mjr word! I wonder. . .Come,
Sergeant. We’ll hava to make a
aaarcb—immediately.”
Ha opened the door quickly and
started down the hall. We followed
him witliNague apprehension, not
knowing what was on his mind and
with no anticipation of what was
to follow. Vance peered out through
the garden door. Then ha turned
back, shaking his head.
“No, it couldn’t have been therV
We would have been able to see.”
His eyes moved inquiringly qp and
down the hall, and after a moment
a strange, startled look came into
them. "It could be!” he exclaimed.
“Oh, my aunt! Damnable things are
happening here. Wait a second.”
He rapidly retraced his steps to
the vault door. Grasping the knob,
he rattled it violently; but the door
was now locked. Taking the key
from its nail, he inserted it hur
riedly into the lock. As he opened
the heavy door a crack, a pungent,
penetrating odor assailed my nos
trils. Vance quickly drew back.
“Out into the air!” he called over
his shoulder, in our direction. “AU
of you!"
Instinctively we made for the door
to the garden.
Vance held one hand over his nose
and mouth and pushed the vault
door further inward. Heavy amber-
colored fumes drifted out into the
II Was Fast af a Brakes VlaL
hall, and I felt a stifling, choking
sensation. Vanes staggersd back a
step, but kept his hand on the door
knob.
“Mias Beeton! Mias Beeton!” he
called. There was no response and
I saw Vanes put his hood doom and
movs forward iq|a the dense fumes
that wars emanating from the open
door. He sank to his knees on the
threshold and leaned forward Into
the vault. The next moment he had
straightened up and was dragging
the limp body of the nurse out into
the passageway.
As soon as the girl was out of
the vault, Vance took her up in his
arms and carried her unsteadily
out into the garden, where he placed
her gently on the wicker settee. His
face was deathly pale; his eyes
were watering; and he had difficulty
with his breathing. When he had re
leased the girl, he leaned heavily
against one of the iron posts which
supported the awning. Hs opened
his mouth wide and sucked the fresh
sir into his lungs.
The nurse was gasping stertor-
ously and clutching her throat. Al
though her breast was rising and
falling convulsively, her whole body
Was limp and lifeless.
At that moment Doctor Siefert
stepped through the garden door, a
look of amazement on his face. He
had all the outward appearance of
the type of medical man Vance had
described to us the night before.
He was about sixty, conservatively
but modishly attired, and with a
bearing studiously dignified and
self-sufficient.
With a great effort Vance drew
himself erect.
“Hurry, doctor,” he called. “It’s
bromin gas.”
Siefert came rapidly forward,
moved the girl’s body into a mora
comfortable position and opened the
collar of her uniform.
“Nothing but the air can help
her,” he said, as he moved one end
of the settee around so that it faced
the cool breeze from the riv
er. “How are you feeling. Vance?”
Vance waa dabbing his eyes with
a handkerchief. He blinked once or
twice and smiled faintly.
“Fas quite all right-” He weal
to the raoaa and looked dove at the
At this moment Hammle came
strutting up briskly from s remote
corner of the garden.
“Good God!” ha exclaimed.
“What’e the matter?”
Vance turned to the man in angry
surprise.
“Well, well,” he greeted him.
’The roll call la complete. I’ll
tell you later what’s the matter.
Of perhaps you wQ.be abfe.to tall
me. Wait over there.” And he
jerked his head In the direction of a
chair nearby.
”1 wish I’d taken the earlier train
to Long Island,” Hammle muttered.
*Tt might have been better, don’t
y’know,” murmured Vance, turning
away from him.
The nurse’s strangled coughing
had abated somewhat. Her breath
ing was deeper and more regular,
and the gasping hid partly subsided.
Before long she struggled to sit up.
Siefert helped her.
“Breathe as deeply end rapidly as
you can,” he said. *Tt’s air you
need.”
The girl made an effort to follow
instructions, one hand braced
against the back of the settee, and
the other resting on Vance’s arm.
A few minutes later she was able
to speak, but with considerable dif
ficulty.
*T feel—better now. Except tor
the * burning — in my nose and
throat.”
“What happened?” she asked.
“We don’t know yet.” Vance re
turned her gaze with obvious dis
tress. “We only know that you were
poisoned with bromin gas in the
vault where Swift was shot We were
hoping that you could tell us about
it yourself.”
She shook her head vaguely, and
there was a dazed look in her eyes.
“I’m afraid I can’t tell you very
much. It all happened so un
expectedly—so suddenly. All I know
is that when I went to tell Doctor
Siefert he might come apstairs, I
was struck on the head from behind.
Just as I passed the garden door.
The blow didn’t render me entirely
unconscious, but it stunned me so
that I waa unaware of anything or
anybody around me. Then I felt
myself being caught from behind,
turned about, and forced back up
the passageway and into the vault.
I have a faint recollection of the
door being shut upon me, although
I wasn’t sufficiently rational to pro
test or even to realise wha? had
happened. But I waa conscious of
the fact that inside the vault there
was a frightful suffocating emalL”
“Yea. Not a pleasant experience.
But it could have been much
worse.” Vance spoke In a low voice
and smiled gravely down at tha
“There’s a bed bruise on the
of your head. That too might
have been worse, but the starched
band of your cap probably saved
you from more sertoue injury.”
The girl had got to her feet end
etood swaying a little as she stead
ied barer 1/ against Vance.
“I really feel el) right now.” She
looked at Vance wistfully “And I
have you to thank—haven’t I?”
Siefert spoke gruffly. “A few
more minutes of that bromin gaa
would have proved fatal. Whoever
found you end got you out hero
did so Just la time.”
The girl had not taken her eyee
from Vance.
“How did you happen to And me
so soon?” she asked him.
“Belated reasoning.” he an
swered. ”1 should have found you
several minutes before the mo
ment I learned that you had not
returned downstairs. But at first it
was difficult to realize that anything
senouz could have happened la
you.”
”1 can’t understand tt evan now,”
the girl said with a bewildered air.
“Neither can I — entirely." re
turned Vance. “But perhaps I can
learn something more.”
Going quickly to a pitcher of
water Heath had brought, he dipped
his handkerchief into it Pressing
the handkerchief against his faca,
he disappeared into the passageway.
A minute or so later he returned. In
his hand he held a Jagged piece of
thin curved glass, about three
inches leng.
It was part of a broken vial, and
still clinging to it was s small paper
label on which was printed the sym
bol “Br."
“I found this on the tiled floor,
in the far corner of the vault. It
was just beneath one of the racks
which holds Professor Garden’s as
sortment of chemicals. There’s an
empty space in the rack, but this
vial of bromin couldn’t have fallen
to the floor accidentally. It could
only have been taken out delib
erately and broken at the right mo
ment.” He handed the fragment of
glass,to Heath.
“Take this, Sergeant, and have
it ?gone over carefully for finger
prints. But if, as I suspect, the
same person that killed Swift han
dled it, I doubt if there will be any
telltale marks on it. However ...”
“This was a dastardly thing,
Vance,” Siefert burst out, his eyes
flashing.
“Yes. All of that, doctor. So waa
Swift’s murder . . . How are you
feeling now, Miss Beeton?”
“A little shaky,” she answered
with a weak smile. "But nothing
more.” She was leaning against one
end of the settee.
“Then we’ll carry on, what?”
“Of course,” she returned in a low
voice.
Floyd Garden stepped out from
the hallway at this moment Ha
coughed
’What’s beastly odor hi the
hall?” ha asked “It s gottaa down-
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