Part 2 (2/2)

Styles nodded, and went toward the stairs, up which he presently disappeared. Mr. Gryce proceeded to the parlor.

A dapper young man with an intelligent eye rose to meet him. ”You sent for me,” said he.

The detective nodded, asked a few questions, and seeming satisfied with the replies he received, led the way into Mr. Adams's study, from which the body had been removed to an upper room. As they entered, a mild light greeted them from a candle which, by Mr. Gryce's orders, had been placed on a small side table near the door. But once in, Mr. Gryce approached the larger table in the centre of the room, and placing his hand on one of the b.u.t.tons before him, asked his companion to be kind enough to blow out the candle. This he did, leaving the room for a moment in total darkness. Then with a sudden burst of illumination, a marvellous glow of a deep violet color shot over the whole room, and the two men turned and faced each other both with inquiry in their looks, so unexpected was this theatrical effect to the one, and so inexplicable its cause and purpose to the other.

”That is but one slide,” remarked Mr. Gryce. ”Now I will press another b.u.t.ton, and the color changes to-pink, as you see. This one produces green, this one white, and this a bilious yellow, which is not becoming to either of us, I am sure. Now will you examine the connection, and see if there is anything peculiar about it?”

Mr. Hines at once set to work. But beyond the fact that the whole contrivance was the work of an amateur hand, he found nothing strange about it, except the fact that it worked so well.

Mr. Gryce showed disappointment.

”He made it, then, himself?” he asked.

”Undoubtedly, or some one else equally unacquainted with the latest method of wiring.”

”Will you look at these books over here and see if sufficient knowledge can be got from them to enable an amateur to rig up such an arrangement as this?”

Mr. Hines glanced at the shelf which Mr. Gryce had pointed out, and without taking out the books, answered briefly:

”A man with a deft hand and a scientific turn of mind might, by the aid of these, do all you see here and more. The apt.i.tude is all.”

”Then I'm afraid Mr. Adams had the apt.i.tude,” was the dry response. There was disappointment in the tone. Why, his next words served to show. ”A man with a turn for mechanical contrivances often wastes much time and money on useless toys only fit for children to play with. Look at that bird cage now. Perched at a height totally beyond the reach of any one without a ladder, it must owe its very evident usefulness (for you see it holds a rather lively occupant) to some contrivance by which it can be raised and lowered at will. Where is that contrivance? Can you find it?”

The expert thought he could. And, sure enough, after some ineffectual searching, he came upon another b.u.t.ton well hid amid the tapestry on the wall, which, when pressed, caused something to be disengaged which gradually lowered the cage within reach of Mr. Gryce's hand.

”We will not send this poor bird aloft again,” said he, detaching the cage and holding it for a moment in his hand. ”An English starling is none too common in this country. Hark! he is going to speak.”

But the sharp-eyed bird, warned perhaps by the emphatic gesture of the detective that silence would be more in order at this moment than his usual appeal to ”remember Evelyn,” whisked about in his cage for an instant, and then subsided into a doze, which may have been real, and may have been a.s.sumed under the fascinating eye of the old gentleman who held him. Mr. Gryce placed the cage on the floor, and idly, or because the play pleased him, old and staid as he was, pressed another b.u.t.ton on the table-a b.u.t.ton he had hitherto neglected touching-and glanced around to see what color the light would now a.s.sume.

But the yellow glare remained. The investigation which the apparatus had gone through had probably disarranged the wires. With a shrug he was moving off, when he suddenly made a hurried gesture, directing the attention of the expert to a fact for which neither of them was prepared. The opening which led into the antechamber, and which was the sole means of communication with the rest of the house, was slowly closing. From a yard's breadth it became a foot; from a foot it became an inch; from an inch--

”Well, that is certainly the contrivance of a lazy man,” laughed the expert. ”Seated in his chair here, he can close his door at will. No shouting after a deaf servant, no awkward stumbling over rugs to shut it himself. I don't know but I approve of this contrivance, only--” here he caught a rather serious expression on Mr. Gryce's face-”the slide seems to be of a somewhat curious construction. It is not made of wood, as any sensible door ought to be, but of--”

”Steel,” finished Mr. Gryce in an odd tone. ”This is the strangest thing yet. It begins to look as if Mr. Adams was daft on electrical contrivances.”

”And as if we were prisoners here,” supplemented the other. ”I do not see any means for drawing this slide back.”

”Oh, there's another b.u.t.ton for that, of course,” Mr. Gryce carelessly remarked.

But they failed to find one.

”If you don't object,” observed Mr. Gryce, after five minutes of useless search, ”I will turn a more cheerful light upon the scene. Yellow does not seem to fit the occasion.”

”Give us rose, for unless you have some one on the other side of this steel plate, we seem likely to remain here till morning.”

”There is a man upstairs whom we may perhaps make hear, but what does this contrivance portend? It has a serious look to me, when you consider that every window in these two rooms has been built up almost under the roof.”

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