Complete Works of L. Frank Baum

by L. Frank Baum

  “Hooray!” cried Patsy. “There’s your proof, Mr. Colby.”

  “The logic of genius,” commented Uncle John.

  “Why, it’s proof positive!” said Beth.

  “It is certainly a strong argument in favor of the boy’s innocence,” asserted Arthur Weldon.

  “Maud’s a wonder when she wakes up. She ought to have been a ‘lady detective,’“ remarked Flo, regarding her sister admiringly.

  Colby, at first startled, was now also regarding Maud Stanton with open admiration; but there was an odd smile on his lips, a smile of indulgent toleration.

  “Le Drieux’s statement connects Andrews with two other pearl robberies,” he reminded her. “The necklace of the Princess Lemoine is said to be priceless, and the Grandison collection stolen in London was scarcely less valuable than that of Countess Ahmberg.”

  “Allowing all that,” said Mr. Merrick, “two or three hundred thousand dollars would doubtless cover the value of the entire lot. I am quite certain, Mr. Colby, that Miss Stanton’s suggestion will afford you an excellent line of defense.”

  “I shall not neglect it, you may be sure,” replied the lawyer. “Tonight I’ll try to figure out, as nearly as possible, the total cash value of all the stolen pearls, and of course Jones will tell us what he paid for his stock, or how much it is worth. But I am not sure this argument will have as much weight as Miss Stanton suggests it may. A bold gambler, such as Andrews, might have obtained a huge sum at Baden Baden or Monte Carlo; and, were he indeed so clever a thief as his record indicates, he may have robbed a bank, or stolen in some way an immense sum of money. Logically, the question has weight and I shall present it as effectively as I can; but, as I said, I rely more on my ability to disprove the identity of the pearls, on which the expert Le Drieux lays so much stress. Jones will have a thorough and formal examination within a few days — perhaps to-morrow — and if the judge considers that Andrews the pearl thief has been captured, he will be held here pending the arrival from Washington of the extradition papers — say two or three weeks longer.”

  “Then we shall have all that time to prove his innocence?” inquired Maud.

  “Unfortunately, no. There will be no further trial of the prisoner until he gets to Vienna and is delivered to the authorities there. All our work must be done previous to the formal examination.”

  “You do not seem very hopeful,” observed Maud, a hint of reproach in her tone.

  “Then appearances are against me, Miss Stanton,” replied the lawyer with a smile. “This is my first important case, and if I win it my future is assured; so I mean to win. But in order to do that I must consider the charge of the prosecution, the effect of its arguments upon the judge, and then find the right means to combat them. When I am with you, the friends of the accused, I may consider the seamy side of the fabric; but the presiding judge will find me so sure of my position that he will instinctively agree with me.”

  They brought him the pearls Jones had presented to them and then the lawyer bade them good night and went to his office to master the history of pearls in general and those famous ones stolen from Countess Ahmberg in particular.

  When he had gone Uncle John remarked:

  “Well, what do you think of him?”

  They seemed in doubt.

  “I think he will do all he can,” said Patsy.

  “And he appears quite a clever young man,” added Beth, as if to encourage them.

  “Allowing all that,” said Maud, gravely, “he has warned us of the possibility of failure. I cannot understand how the coils of evidence have wrapped themselves so tightly around poor Ajo.”

  “That,” asserted Flo, “is because you cannot understand Ajo himself. Nor can I; nor can any of us!”

  CHAPTER XIX

  MAUD MAKES A MEMORANDUM

  My mother used to say to me: “Never expect to find brains in a pretty girl.” Perhaps she said it because I was not a pretty girl and she wished to encourage me. In any event, that absurd notion of the ancients that when the fairies bestow the gift of beauty on a baby they withhold all other qualities has so often been disproved that we may well disregard it.

  Maud Stanton was a pretty girl — indeed, a beautiful girl — but she possessed brains as well as beauty and used her intellect to advantage more often than her quiet demeanor would indicate to others than her most intimate associates. From the first she had been impressed by the notion that there was something mysterious about A. Jones and that his romantic explanation of his former life and present position was intended to hide a truth that would embarrass him, were it fully known. Therefore she had secretly observed the young man, at such times as they were together, and had treasured every careless remark he had made — every admission or assertion — and made a note of it. The boy’s arrest had startled her because it was so unexpected, and her first impulse was to doubt his innocence. Later, however, she had thoroughly reviewed the notes she had made and decided he was innocent.

  In the quiet of her own room, when she was supposed to be asleep, Maud got out her notebook and read therein again the review of all she had learned concerning A. Jones of Sangoa.

  “For a boy, he has a good knowledge of business; for a foreigner, he has an excellent conception of modern American methods,” she murmured thoughtfully. “He is simple in little things; shrewd, if not wise, in important matters. He proved this by purchasing the control of the Continental, for its shares pay enormous dividends.

  “Had he stolen those pearls, I am sure he would have been too shrewd to have given a portion of them to us, knowing we would display them openly and so attract attention to them. A thief so ingenious as Andrews, for instance, would never have done so foolish a thing as that, I am positive. Therefore, Jones is not Andrews.

  “Now, to account for the likeness between Andrews, an American adventurer, and Jones, reared and educated in the mysterious island of Sangoa. Ajo’s father must have left some near relatives in this country when he became a recluse in his far-away island. Why did he become a recluse? That’s a subject I must consider carefully, for he was a man of money, a man of science, a man of affairs. Jones has told us he has no relatives here. He may have spoken honestly, if his father kept him in ignorance of the family history. I’m not going to jump at the conclusion that the man who calls himself Jack Andrews is a near relative of our Ajo — a cousin, perhaps — but I’ll not forget that that might explain the likeness between them.

  “Ajo’s father must have amassed a great fortune, during many years, from his pearl fisheries. That would explain why the boy has so much money at his disposal. He didn’t get it from the sale of stolen pearls, that is certain. In addition to the money he invested in the Continental, he has enough in reserve to expend another million or so in Patsy Doyle’s motion picture scheme, and he says he can spare it easily and have plenty left! This, in my opinion, is a stronger proof of Jones’ innocence than Lawyer Colby seems to consider it. To me, it is conclusive.

  “Now, then, where is Sangoa? How can one get to the island? And, finally, how did Jones get here from Sangoa and how is he to return, if he ever wants to go back to his valuable pearl fisheries, his people and his home?”

  She strove earnestly to answer these questions, but could not with her present knowledge. So she tucked the notebook into a drawer of her desk, put out her light and got into bed.

  But sleep would not come to her. The interest she took in the fate of young Jones was quite impersonal. She liked the boy in the same way she had liked dozens of boys. The fact that she had been of material assistance in saving his life aroused no especial tenderness in her. On his own account, however, Jones was interesting to her because he was so unusual. The complications that now beset him added to this interest because they were so curious and difficult to explain. Maud had the feeling that she had encountered a puzzle to tax her best talents, and so she wanted to solve it.

  Suddenly she bounded out of bed and turned on the electric light. The notebook
was again brought into requisition and she penciled on its pages the following words:

  “What was the exact date that Jack Andrews landed in America? What was the exact date that Ajo landed from Sangoa? The first question may be easily answered, for doubtless the police have the record. But — the other?”

  Then she replaced the book, put out the light and went to sleep very easily.

  That last thought, now jotted down in black and white, had effectually cleared her mind of its cobwebs.

  CHAPTER XX

  A GIRLISH NOTION

  Colby came around next morning just as Mr. Merrick was entering the breakfast room, and the little man took the lawyer in to have a cup of coffee. The young attorney still maintained his jaunty air, although red-eyed from his night’s vigil, and when he saw the Stanton girls and their Aunt Jane having breakfast by an open window he eagerly begged permission to join them, somewhat to Uncle John’s amusement.

  “Well?” demanded Maud, reading Colby’s face with her clear eyes.

  “I made a night of it, as I promised,” said he. “This morning I know so much about pearls that I’m tempted to go into the business.”

  “As Jack Andrews did?” inquired Flo.

  “Not exactly,” he answered with a smile. “But it’s an interesting subject — so interesting that I only abandoned my reading when I found I was burning my electric lamp by daylight. Listen: A pearl is nothing more or less than nacre, a fluid secretion of a certain variety of oyster — not the eatable kind. A grain of sand gets between the folds of the oyster and its shell and irritates the beast. In self-defense the oyster covers the sand with a fluid which hardens and forms a pearl.”

  “I’ve always known that,” said Flo, with a toss of her head.

  “Yes; but I want you all to bear it in mind, for it will explain a discovery I have made. Before I get to that, however, I want to say that at one time the island of Ceylon supplied the world with its most famous pearls. The early Egyptians discovered them there, as well as on the Persian and Indian coasts. The pearl which Cleopatra is said to have dissolved in wine and swallowed was worth about four hundred thousand dollars in our money; but of course pearls were scarce in her day. A single pearl was cut in two and used for earrings for the statue of Venus in the Pantheon at Rome, and the sum paid for it was equal to about a quarter of a million dollars. Sir Thomas Gresham, in the days of Queen Elizabeth, had a pearl valued at about seventy-five thousand dollars which he treated in the same manner Cleopatra did, dissolving it in wine and boasting he had given the most expensive dinner ever known.”

  “All of which — ” began Maud, impatiently.

  “All of which, Miss Stanton, goes to show that pearls have been of great price since the beginning of history. Nowadays we get just as valuable pearls from the South Seas, and even from Panama, St. Margarita and the Caromandel Coast, as ever came from Ceylon. But only those of rare size, shape or color are now valued at high prices. For instance, a string of matched pearls such as that owned by Princess Lemoine is estimated as worth only eighty thousand dollars, because it could be quite easily duplicated. The collection of Countess Ahmberg was noted for its variety of shapes and colors more than for its large or costly pearls; and that leads to my great discovery.”

  “Thank heaven,” said Flo, with a sigh.

  “I have discovered that our famous expert. Le Drieux, is an arrant humbug.”

  “We had suspected that,” remarked Maud.

  “Now we know it,” declared Colby. “Pearls, I have learned, change their color, their degree of luster, even their weight, according to atmospheric conditions and location. A ten-penny-weight pearl in Vienna might weigh eight or nine pennyweights here in California, or it is more likely to weigh twelve. The things absorb certain moistures and chemicals from the air and sun, and shed those absorptions when kept in darkness or from the fresh air. Pearls die, so to speak; but are often restored to life by immersions in sea-water, their native element. As for color: the pink and blue pearls often grow white, at times, especially if kept long in darkness, but sun-baths restore their former tints. In the same way a white pearl, if placed near the fumes of ammonia, changes to a pinkish hue, while certain combinations of chemicals render them black, or ‘smoked.’ A clever man could steal a pink pearl, bleach it white, and sell it to its former owner without its being recognized. Therefore, when our expert, Le Drieux, attempts to show that the pearls found in Jones’ possession are identical with those stolen from the Austrian lady, he fails to allow for climatic or other changes and cannot be accurate enough to convince anyone who knows the versatile characteristics of these gems.”

  “Ah, but does the judge know that, Mr. Colby?” asked Maud.

  “I shall post him. After that, the conviction of the prisoner will be impossible.”

  “Do you think the examination will be held to-day?” inquired Mr. Merrick.

  “I cannot tell that. It will depend upon the mood of Judge Wilton. If he feels grouchy or disagreeable, he is liable to postpone the case. If he is in good spirits and wants to clear his docket he may begin the examination at ten o’clock, to-day, which is the hour set for it.”

  “Is your evidence ready, Mr. Colby?”

  “Such as I can command, Miss Stanton,” he replied. “Last evening I wired New York for information as to the exact amount of stock Jones owns in the Continental, and I got a curious reply. The stock is valued at nineteen hundred thousand dollars, but no one believes that Jones owns it personally. It is generally thought that for politic reasons the young man was made the holder of stock for several different parties, who still own it, although it is in Jones’ name. The control of stock without ownership is not unusual. It gives the real owners an opportunity to hide behind their catspaw, who simply obeys their instructions.”

  “I do not believe that Jones is connected with anyone in that manner,” said Mr. Merrick.

  “Nor do I,” asserted Aunt Jane. “His interference with Goldstein’s plans proves he is under no obligations to others, for he has acted arbitrarily, in accordance with his personal desires and against the financial interests of the concern.”

  “Why didn’t you ask him about this, instead of wiring to New York?” demanded Maud.

  “He might not give us exact information, under the circumstances,” said Colby.

  The girl frowned.

  “Jones is not an ordinary client,” continued the lawyer, coolly. “He won’t tell me anything about himself, or give me what is known as ‘inside information.’ On the contrary, he contents himself with saying he is innocent and I must prove it. I’m going to save the young man, but I’m not looking to him for much assistance.”

  Maud still frowned. Presently she said:

  “I want to see Mr. Jones. Can you arrange an interview for me, sir?”

  “Of course. You’d better go into town with me this morning. If the examination is held, you will see Jones then. If it’s postponed, you may visit him in the jail.”

  Maud reflected a moment.

  “Very well,” said she, “I’ll go with you.” Then, turning to her aunt, she continued: “You must make my excuses to Mr. Goldstein, Aunt Jane.”

  Mrs. Montrose eyed her niece critically.

  “Who will accompany you, Maud?” she asked.

  “Why, I’ll go,” said Patsy Doyle; and so it was settled, Uncle John agreeing to escort the young ladies and see them safely home again.

  CHAPTER XXI

  THE YACHT “ARABELLA”

  As the party drove into town Colby said:

  “It wouldn’t be a bad idea for Jones to bribe that fellow Le Drieux. If Le Drieux, who holds a warrant for the arrest of Jack Andrews, issued by the Austrian government and vised in Washington, could be won to our side, the whole charge against our friend might be speedily dissolved.”

  “Disgraceful!” snapped Maud indignantly. “I am positive Mr. Jones would not consider such a proposition.”

  “Diplomatic, not disgraceful,” commen
ted the lawyer, smiling at her. “Why should Jones refuse to consider bribery?”

  “To use money to defeat justice would be a crime as despicable as stealing pearls,” she said.

  “Dear me!” muttered Colby, with a puzzled frown. “What a queer way to look at it. Le Drieux has already been bribed, by a liberal reward, to run down a supposed criminal. If we bribe him with a larger sum to give up the pursuit of Jones, whom we believe innocent, we are merely defending ourselves from a possible injustice which may be brought about by an error of judgment.”

  “Isn’t this judge both able and honest?” asked Uncle John.

  “Wilton? Well, possibly. His ability consists in his knowledge of law, rather than of men and affairs. He believes himself honest, I suppose, but I’ll venture to predict he will act upon prejudice and an assumption of personal dignity, rather than attempt to discover if his personal impressions correspond with justice. A judge, Mr. Merrick, is a mere man, with all the average man’s failings; so we must expect him to be quite human.”

  “Never mind,” said Patsy resignedly. “Perhaps we shall find him a better judge than you are lawyer.”

  “He has had more experience, anyhow,” said Colby, much amused at the shot.

  They found, on arriving at court, that the case had already been postponed. They drove to the jail and obtained permission to see the prisoner, who was incarcerated under the name of “Jack Andrews, alias A. Jones.” Maud would have liked a private audience, but the lawyer was present as well as Patsy and Mr. Merrick, and she did not like to ask them to go away.

  The boy greeted them with his old frank smile and did not seem in the least oppressed by the fact that he was a prisoner accused of an ugly crime. The interview was held in a parlor of the jail, a guard standing by the door but discreetly keeping out of earshot.

  Colby first informed the boy of the postponement of his formal examination and then submitted to his client an outline of the defense he had planned. Jones listened quietly and shook his head.