“As you must already suspect the sequel, I may hurry on to the end. The creature was a female, and in the trip to our camp my chimpanzee friend had become much attached to her; indeed, I may say he had fallen in love with her. He had also begun her higher education, so that when we met she was able to address a few words to me in German. As you may well imagine, I was greatly interested in this animal, and did all in my power to teach her. She made even more rapid progress than the chimpanzee had, and I was thinking of the sensation I could produce in Paris by sending cards of invitation to the nuptials of my monkey friends, which I determined should occur in the great metropolis.
“Imagine my horror one morning, upon finding the chimpanzee dead. I did not immediately comprehend the full significance of this, but upon questioning the ape a few days later, she candidly confessed to me that she had strangled the chimpanzee, her only reason being, that having decided for the future to live as a human being, she deemed it wise to destroy her companion, that he might not be able to divulge the secret of her origin.
“Instantly my mind was awakened to a danger which menaced myself. I too knew the secret of her savage ancestry, and the fact that she had not slain me also was probably due to her hope that I would fulfil my promise and take her with me to more civilized parts. Indeed, so certain was I of this, that I took the first opportunity to foster that ambition in her bosom. At the same time I carefully planned a secret departure, and a few nights later succeeded in getting away unobserved, while the ape slept. Throughout the journey to the coast I constantly feared pursuit, but was fortunate enough to get safely on shipboard without hearing more of the savage creature.
“At dusk on last Saturday, I was strolling through the next street, when, to my amazement, I saw coming towards me what appeared to be a woman, whose face however was so startlingly like the ape which I had left in Africa that for a moment I was dazed. In the next instant, realizing that if my suspicion was true, I might be in danger even after the lapse of time, and hoping that it was merely a chance resemblance, I quickly turned into one of the new houses still open for inspection. I did not dare to look behind me, and even thought it a trick of my excited imagination when I fancied that I heard steps following me as I ascended to the second floor. I turned upon reaching the floor above, and instantly with a savage cry the brute was upon me, her hands upon my throat, making a desperate effort to strangle me. I gripped her neck in a similar manner, scarcely hoping to save my life. Fortune favored me, however, and, after a lengthy struggle, the ape lay dead at my feet. I suppose that several years of life in civilization had sapped her savage strength.
“My subsequent proceedings were actuated by two motives. In the first place any public connection of my name with such a horrible encounter would naturally have greatly annoyed my wife, and secondly I could not resist my innate fondness for contending with detectives. I removed the head, hands, and feet, to prevent identification, and also because with them I can convince you that the animal was an ape, and not a woman. As there is no law against the killing of an ape, you must see, Mr. Barnes, that it would be futile to arrest me.”
“You are right,” replied Mr. Barnes, “and I am truly glad that your explanation places you beyond the law. You must forgive me for my suspicion.”
The two men joined hands in a firm clasp, which cemented their friendship, and guaranteed that the secret which they shared would never be divulged by either.
13 The story first appeared in the Asheville Citizen-Times (Asheville, NC) on March 15, 1897; it subsequently appeared in a number of newspapers in the ensuing months.
14 This is an historical reference to Lucius Junius Brutus (died 509 BCE), founder of the Roman Republic, whose sons were conspirators in a plot to reinstate the monarchy; Brutus suffered them to be executed.
15 Richard Lynch Garner (1848–1920) was an amateur primatologist who recorded the sounds made by monkeys at zoos. In 1891, he published a paper, “The Simian Tongue,” that asserted that these lower primates had a rudimentary language and that such language was the basis for human speech. The paper was expanded to a book, The Speech of Monkeys, in 1892. Garner was a careless researcher, however, and his work did not stand up to rigorous scrutiny. For a period of time, his conclusions were soundly rejected—only to be resurrected as other primatologists studied chimpanzees carefully. Nearly a century after Ottolengui invented Mitchel’s pioneering work, scientists have actually managed to teach some primates a human vocabulary of several hundred words, though their responses are limited to lexigrams or sign language.
16 “Darwinian theory” here means the idea that apes and humans shared a common ancestor, an idea put forth by Charles Darwin in his 1871 book, The Descent of Man. In the late-nineteenth century, scientists searched for a fossil specimen of such an ancestor. Between 1886 and 1895, for example, the Dutch paleontologist Eugene Dubois discovered a specimen that he termed “an intermediate species between humans and monkeys.” At the time, the public hailed the find as “the missing link.” For example, the Philadelphia Inquirer ran an article titled “The Missing Link: A Dutch Surgeon in Java Unearths the Needed Specimen” (February 3, 1895).
III: The Nameless Man17
Mr. Barnes was sitting in his private room, with nothing of special importance to occupy his thoughts, when his office boy announced a visitor.
“What name?” asked Mr. Barnes.
“None,” was the reply.
“You mean,” said the detective, “that the man did not give you his name. He must have one, of course. Show him in.”
A minute later the stranger entered, and, bowing courteously, began the conversation at once.
“Mr. Barnes, the famous detective, I believe?” said he.
“My name is Barnes,” replied the detective. “May I have the pleasure of knowing yours?”
“I sincerely hope so,” continued the stranger. “The fact is, I suppose I have forgotten it.”
“Forgotten your name?” Mr. Barnes scented an interesting case, and became doubly attentive.
“Yes,” said the visitor; “that is precisely my singular predicament. I seem to have lost my identity. That is the object of my call. I wish you to discover who I am. As I am evidently a full-grown man, I can certainly claim that I have a past history, but to me that past is entirely blank. I awoke this morning in this condition, yet apparently in possession of all my faculties, so much so that I at once saw the advisability of consulting a first-class detective, and, upon inquiry, I was directed to you.”
“Your case is most interesting—from my point of view, I mean. To you, of course, it must seem unfortunate. Yet it is not unparalleled. There have been many such cases recorded, and, for your temporary relief, I may say that, sooner or later, complete restoration of memory usually occurs. But now, let us try to unravel your mystery as soon as possible, that you may suffer as little inconvenience as there need be. I would like to ask you a few questions.”
“As many as you like, and I will do my best to answer.”
“Do you think that you are a New Yorker?”
“I have not the least idea whether I am or not.”
“You say you were advised to consult me. By whom?”
“The clerk at the Waldorf Hotel, where I slept last night.”
“Then, of course, he gave you my address. Did you find it necessary to ask him how to find my offices?”
“Well, no, I did not. That seems strange, does it not? I certainly had no difficulty in coming here. I suppose that must be a significant fact, Mr. Barnes?”
“It tends to show that you have been familiar with New York, but we must still find out whether you live here or not. How did you register at the hotel?”
“M. J. G. Remington, City.”
“You are quite sure that Remington is not your name?”
“Quite sure. After breakfast this morning I was passing through the lobby whe
n the clerk called me twice by that name. Finally, one of the hall-boys touched me on the shoulder and explained that I was wanted at the desk. I was very much confused to find myself called ‘Mr. Remington,’ a name which certainly is not my own. Before I fully realized my position, I said to the clerk, ‘Why do you call me Remington?’ and he replied, ‘Because you registered under that name.’ I tried to pass it off, but I am sure that the clerk looks upon me as a suspicious character.”
“What baggage have you with you at the hotel?”
“None. Not even a satchel.”
“May there not be something in your pockets that would help us; letters, for example?”
“I am sorry to say that I have made a search in that direction, but found nothing. Luckily I did have a pocketbook, though.”
“Much money in it?”
“In the neighborhood of five hundred dollars.”
Mr. Barnes turned to his table and made a few notes on a pad of paper. While so engaged his visitor took out a fine gold watch, and, after a glance at the face, was about to return it to his pocket, when Mr. Barnes wheeled around in his chair, and said:
“That is a handsome watch you have there. Of a curious pattern, too. I am rather interested in old watches.”
The stranger seemed confused for an instant, and quickly put up his watch, saying:
“There is nothing remarkable about it. Merely an old family relic. I value it more for that than anything else. But about my case, Mr. Barnes; how long do you think it will take to restore my identity to me? It is rather awkward to go about under a false name.”
“I should think so,” said the detective. “I will do my best for you, but you have given me absolutely no clue to work upon, so that it is impossible to say what my success will be. Still I think forty-eight hours should suffice. At least in that time I ought to make some discoveries for you. Suppose you call again on the day after to-morrow, at noon precisely. Will that suit you?”
“Very well, indeed. If you can tell me who I am at that time I shall be more than convinced that you are a great detective, as I have been told.”
He arose and prepared to go, and upon the instant Mr. Barnes touched a button under his table with his foot, which caused a bell to ring in a distant part of the building, no sound of which penetrated the private office. Thus any one could visit Mr. Barnes in his den, and might leave, unsuspicious of the fact that a spy would be awaiting him out in the street who would shadow him persistently day and night until recalled by his chief. After giving the signal, Mr. Barnes held his strange visitor in conversation a few moments longer to allow his spy opportunity to get to his post.
“How will you pass the time away, Mr. Remington?” said he. “We may as well call you by that name, until I find your true one.”
“Yes, I suppose so. As to what I shall do during the next forty-eight hours, why, I think I may as well devote myself to seeing the sights. It is a remarkably pleasant day for a stroll, and I think I will visit your beautiful Central Park.”
“A capital idea. By all means, I would advise occupation of that kind. It would be best not to do any business until your memory is restored to you.”
“Business? Why, of course, I can do no business.”
“No. If you were to order any goods, for example, under the name of Remington, later on when you resume your proper identity you might be arrested as an impostor.”
“By George! I had not thought of that. My position is more serious than I had realized. I thank you for the warning. Sight-seeing will assuredly be my safest plan for the next two days.”
“I think so. Call at the time agreed upon, and hope for the best. If I should need you before then, I will send to your hotel.”
Then, saying “Good morning,” Mr. Barnes turned to his desk again, and, as the stranger looked at him before stepping out of the room, the detective seemed engrossed with some papers before him. Yet scarcely had the door closed upon the retreating form of his recent visitor, when Mr. Barnes looked up, with an air of expectancy. A moment later a very tiny bell in a drawer of his desk rang, indicating that the man had left the building, the signal having been sent to him by one of his employees, whose business it was to watch all departures and notify his chief. A few moments later Mr. Barnes himself emerged, clad in an entirely different suit of clothing, and with such alteration in the color of his hair that more than a casual glance would have been required to recognize him.
When he reached the street the stranger was nowhere in sight, but Mr. Barnes went to a doorway opposite, and there he found, written in blue pencil, the word “up” whereupon he walked rapidly uptown as far as the next corner, where once more he examined a door-post, upon which he found the word “right” which indicated the way the men ahead of him had turned. Beyond this he could expect no signals, for the spy shadowing the stranger did not know positively that his chief would take part in the game. The two signals which he had written on the doors were merely a part of a routine, and intended to aid Mr. Barnes should he follow; but if he did so, he would be expected to be in sight of the spy by the time the second signal was reached. And so it proved in this instance, for as Mr. Barnes turned the corner to the right, he easily discerned his man about two blocks ahead, and presently was near enough to see “Remington” also.
The pursuit continued until Mr. Barnes was surprised to see him enter the Park, thus carrying out his intention as stated in his interview with the detective. Entering at the Fifth Avenue gate he made his way towards the menagerie, and here a curious incident occurred. The stranger had mingled with the crowd in the monkey-house, and was enjoying the antics of the mischievous little animals, when Mr. Barnes, getting close behind him, deftly removed a pocket-handkerchief from the tail of his coat and swiftly transferred it to his own.
On the day following, shortly before noon, Mr. Barnes walked quickly into the reading-room of the Fifth Avenue Hotel. In one corner there is a handsome mahogany cabinet, containing three compartments, each of which is entered through double doors, having glass panels in the upper half. About these panels are draped yellow silk curtains, and in the centre of each appears a white porcelain numeral. These compartments are used as public telephone stations, the applicant being shut in, so as to be free from the noise of the outer room.
Mr. Barnes spoke to the girl in charge, and then passed into the compartment numbered “2.” Less than five minutes later Mr. Leroy Mitchel came into the reading-room. His keen eyes peered about him, scanning the countenances of those busy with the papers or writing, and then he gave the telephone girl a number, and went into the compartment numbered “1.” About ten minutes elapsed before Mr. Mitchel came out again, and, having paid the toll, he left the hotel. When Mr. Barnes emerged, there was an expression of extreme satisfaction upon his face. Without lingering, he also went out. But instead of following Mr. Mitchel through the main lobby to Broadway, he crossed the reading-room and reached Twenty-third Street through the side door. Thence he proceeded to the station of the elevated railroad, and went uptown. Twenty minutes later he was ringing the bell of Mr. Mitchel’s residence. The “buttons”18 who answered his summons informed him that his master was not at home.
“He usually comes in to luncheon, however, does he not?” asked the detective.
“Yes, sir,” responded the boy.
“Is Mrs. Mitchel at home?”
“No, sir.”
“Miss Rose?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Ah; then I’ll wait. Take my card to her.” Mr. Barnes passed into the luxurious drawing-room, and was soon joined by Rose, Mr. Mitchel’s adopted daughter.
“I am sorry papa is not at home, Mr. Barnes,” said the little lady, “but he will surely be in to luncheon, if you will wait.”
“Yes, thank you, I think I will. It is quite a trip up, and, being here, I may as well wait a while and see your father, though the matter is n
ot of any great importance.”
“Some interesting case, Mr. Barnes? If so, do tell me about it. You know I am almost as interested in your cases as papa is.”
“Yes, I know you are, and my vanity is flattered. But I am sorry to say that I have nothing on hand at present worth relating. My errand is a very simple one. Your father was saying, a few days ago, that he was thinking of buying a bicycle, and yesterday, by accident, I came across a machine of an entirely new make, which seems to me superior to anything yet produced. I thought he might be interested to see it, before deciding what kind to buy.”
“I am afraid you are too late, Mr. Barnes. Papa has bought a bicycle already.”
“Indeed! What style did he choose?”
“I really do not know, but it is down in the lower hall, if you care to look at it.”
“It is hardly worth while, Miss Rose. After all, I have no interest in the new model, and if your father has found something that he likes, I won’t even mention the other to him. It might only make him regret his bargain. Still, on second thoughts, I will go down with you, if you will take me into the dining-room and show me the head of that moose which your father has been bragging about killing. I believe it has come back from the taxidermist’s?”
“Oh, yes. He is just a monster. Come on.”
They went down to the dining-room, and Mr. Barnes expressed great admiration for the moose’s head, and praised Mr. Mitchel’s skill as a marksman. But he had taken a moment to scrutinize the bicycle which stood in the hallway, while Rose was opening the blinds in the dining-room. Then they returned to the drawing-room, and after a little more conversation Mr. Barnes departed, saying that he could not wait any longer, but he charged Rose to tell her father that he particularly desired him to call at noon on the following day.
Promptly at the time appointed, “Remington” walked into the office of Mr. Barnes, and was announced. The detective was in his private room. Mr. Leroy Mitchel had been admitted but a few moment before.
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