The Tracer of Lost Persons
e, wishing he had strength of mind enough to wear it home. But he hadn't. Then he entered the huge white marble palace of his jeweler, left his watch to be regulated, caught a glimpse of a
by his ideal; there always was something wrong somewhere. And, as he strolled moodily, a curious feeling of despair seized him-so
ven-ten-I don't care how many! I want a house to worry me, just as Tommy described it; I want to see the same girl across the breakfast table-or she can sip her cocoa in bed if she desires-
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was going to climb the stairs. He hadn't quite decided what he meant to do after that; nor was his mi
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g carpeted anteroom where a negro attendant bowed him to a seat and
child of twelve, staring open-mouthed at everybody, a bundle of soiled clothing under one arm. Through an open door he saw a dozen young women garbed in black, with white cuffs and collars, all rattling away steadily at typewriters. Every now and then, from some hidden office, a bell rang decisively, and one of the girls would rise from her machine and pass noiselessly out of sight to obey the summ
ummoned. He hadn't the slightest idea of what he was to say; nor did it worry him. A curious sense of impending good fortune left him pleasa
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outs of anybody on earth. No charges will be
on appl
KEEN,
byrinth of demure young women at their typewriters, then sharply to the right and into a big, handsomely furnished office, where a sleepy-looking elderly gentl
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certainty which had its charm
Then he said: "I'm searching for somebody,
," said Kee
undertake to find the person I cannot fi
een. "Unless we find the person sought
hat you should undertake it on other terms. I desire
you contemplated?" i
and, do not ask me for detailed information-I mean, do not insist on any information that I decli
ost Persons loo
ation do you decline t
ate and degrade," replied
steel-gray eyes wandered over Gatewood as an expert, a connoisseur, glances at a picture and a
for you, Mr. Gatewood," he said, smi
desire to know somethin
u will consider it entirely inoffensive-if I sa
e, there is the social register
y for us to be almost as well informed as our clients' own lawyers. I could pay you no sincerer compliment than to un
possible indebtedness in
ur check" (he handed Gatewood a fountain pen as the young man fished a check-book
lf; it was his own proposition. Not that he would have for a moment considered the sum as high-or any sum exorbitant-if th
hat would mean a large profit for us. But we might not succeed to-day, or next month, or even next year. That would leave us little or no profit; and, as it is our custom to go on un
d-why do you
?" asked Ke
u are
Gatewood waited, hoping that his case might be declined,
very beautiful and accomplished. Is
know-the truth is I do
ong, Mr. Gatewood, in surmising that this young lady whom
" replied the you
nd-her gene
arm
uld give me a sketch, an idea, a mere outline delic
s are brown. I-I
aid Keen, laughing. "I merely wished to form a
nny color; that'
rown eyes and creamy skin, Mr. Gatewood. I fancy she
Her hands should
ack of fortune-er-we might almost say her pecuniary distress-is more than compensated for by her
ant, anyhow," he
id mea
id:
. . . No haste about the check, my dear
in the check and handed it
an in a low voice. "The lady you describ
tammered Gatew
utton; a moment later a yo
ill you be kind enough to take Mr.
ad risen to confront him-only for a second; then he bowed, matching her perfect acknowledgme
lowed her
is remarkable elderly gentleman suspect that it was to be a hunt for
ized him to entangle himself in such unheard-of negotiations! True, he had played bridge until dawn the night before, but, on awaking, he had discovered no perceptible hold-over. It must hav
typewriter, several comfortable chairs, and a window opening on Fifth Avenue, through which
atched the girl who conducted him with all the unconscious assurance and grace of a y
sed before him with a perceptible inclination of her finely modeled head, seating herself at the desk b