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SEMI-MONTHLY MAGAZINE
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ILLY, I WISH you 'd tell mo what 's
in tlmt."
Clare Kendall laid a half-smoked,
gold-tipped cigarette on the tahle of
Dr. Lawson's laboratory.
Lawson looked at her a moment
quizzically,
smiled half in mockery, "is this the
was m-
"So,"
latest?"
"Don't worry, my dear hoy," returned Clare ignor
ing his banter, "1 can smoke a cigarette, if I "want
to only not this kind. Tell me what is in it;
then I '11 tell you how 1 got it. A great deal hangs
on what is in that cigarette perhaps the life and
certainly the reputation Oh, well, tell me first
what's in it, Billy, and I'll introduce you to a mys
tery that involves debutantes and debauches, tangos
and trots, a thU dansuut, a cabaret, n beauty parlor
Oli, my head 's in a whirl from it all, yet. Let me
rest hero in this easy chair while you make the
analysis."
Clare looked fagged as she pressed her fingers on
the big blue veins that stood out on her temples and
smoothed back a few stray wisps of hair.
"Going in for the white lights? You '11 he inves
tigated or else you are an investigator which?"
There wns just a trace of disapproval in his
tone, lor Dr. Lawson, like most men,
dined to the puritanical where n girl
for whom he really cared was con
cerned. "Billy," Clare confided, "I've gone
as far in this case as I dare, alone. I
can trust you and you will have to help
me with the rest of it. Won't you
hurry with the analysis?"
She was leaning forward, speaking
earnestly. "Norma Moore, the beauty
and heiress, has disappeared. Her
family has engaged me to find her with
as little publicity and scandal as possi
ble. Now will you hurry?"
"Norma Moore!" incredulously.
"Yes," cried Clare with impatience,
"and while you 're standing there
Oh, men never have time to gossip, do
they? any of a thousand things may
be happening, l'leane hurry." '
While Lawson was busy with lest
tubes and beakers, Bunscn burners
and glass-stoppered bottles, Clare with
half-closed eyes strove to collect herself
and to retrace in her mind the be
wildering phantasmagoria of the events
of the past few hours.
IT BEGAN with her own cosy little
ofiiee downtown.
A very much worried, middle-aged
couple were seated beside her desk,
brought there, as they lost no time in
saying, by the mysterious vanishing of their daugh
ter after the Charity Ball of the night before. The
Landon Moores, like many other wealthy people, had
first sought a private detective, rather than the police
and therefore the newspapers.
"Do you think it can be a case of aphasia or am
nesia, or whatever they call it Norma wandering
about somewhere, perhaps not remembering even her
own name?" Mrs. Moore asked anxiously.
"It 's possible," Clare nodded noncommittally.
Sho had found it best never to alarm a client
needlessly and Mrs. Moore's own suggestion had
been quite sufficiently alarming.
"Let me see," repeated Clare. "It was about one
o'clock and you thought she was sitting out the
dance. Some one has told you she left in a taxieab,
but her wraps were still with the maid. Now, that,
I understand, is not uncommon when the younger
set find dancing too slow at society functions. They
run ofl for a tango or two at a nearby cabaret. An
escort's opera coat, a cab, back again, and no one is
the wiser. Only Norma did not come back."
"A friend has told us," ventured Mr. Moore, "that
she was at the Montnmrtre with three others, two
young men and another woman. But 1 can't say
that we recognized any of the others from the
meagre description."
r"PHE Montmarlrc!" exclaimed Clare in surprise
A at the mention of the lainous all-night res
taurant. "Yes, but we are not at all sure of it. It is only
a rumor. This friend told us that he and his wife
had stopped there to see how bad it was, according
to all this agitation now. They thought they saw
some one who looked very much like Norma that
is all."
"You have io other clew?"
"Not even a hint at one."
"Had Norma any love affair?" inquired Clare,
casually, adding, "Anything that preyed on her
mind, that er antagonized her at home?"
Mrs. Moore answered quickly. "Mercy, no no
It wa that diiguUed voice on the other tide of the partition at tha beauty parlor
indeed! Norma always made a confidante of me."
"But, Julia," put in Mr. Moore, "there was that
young Delroy "
"Oh, Landon," frowned his wife, "that was noth
ing! Besides, that was over a year ago."
"Delroy Jack Delroy?" prompted Clare, recog
nizing the name of a well-known clubman and man
about town. "Tell me about it. Nothing that you
may think too trivial may not bo of value."
"Why, she was almost engaged to him a year ago,"
replied Mrs. Moore slowly, "but wo opposed the
match and Oh, there was nothing to it! She was
just out of school then and Mr. Delroy appealed
to to a sort of sense of romance, I suppose. But
ho is ten or fifteen years older than she. He does n't
belong to the younger set or the smart set T call it
the old fast set. No, 1 don't see how thai could
have had anything to do with it, for she had n't seen
him since wc went abroad last season."
"Sho had made no preparation for leaving home?"
queried Clare.
"None whatever and she has sent no word to us."
"You don't think she could have been kid
napped by those white slavers?" broke in Mrs.
Mooro tremulously.
"I can't express any opinion, yet," replied Clare.
"Is that all you can think of?"
"All," repented Mr. Moore sadly.
"Then," Clare rose and went with them to the
door, "1 shall let you know the moment 1 discover
anything, iuid 1 will start on the case at once."
Clare sat down lo think. It was evidently one of
thoso mysterious disappearances such as now and
then agitate the public and hallle the police, disap
pearances which are sudden, inexplicable, and lack
ing in purpose. Killing out the usual cause of dis
appearance, the commission of a crime, she made
mental note of five possible explanations elope
ment, suicide, accident, murder and kidnapping.
Which was the explanation of the sinister mystery?
What way led to breaking this silence, inexplicable
as death?
She knew that already she had the assistance of
the most efficient detective force in the
world, the inquisitive public. Try as
they would, the Moores could never
keep the disnppearanco n secret. Could
Norma?
Claro had not reckoned wrongly.
Within an hour a quick series of tele
phone calls had developed al least a
starting point. It was an easy matter
to find the tnxicnb in which the party
had lefl the hall.
IMMEDIATELY Clare hurried up lo
tho company's garage.
"Four people left tho ball, you say,"
she noted as the driver told his story.
"Yes'm. They asked me to wait."
Clare was peering inside tho car.
On the floor was a largo cocoa mat.
Evidently it was too curly in the morn
ing to clean it, or it had escaped atten
tion, nt least. There, in tho mat were
trodden several ends of cigarettes.
Clare reached down and picked (hem
up. Perhaps they might lead lo some
thing. "They asked you to waiL After
that where did you go?"
"I had n't long to wait. In about
fifteen minutes they came out of tho
Montmartrc. Then they separated, one
couple, the older woman and tho young
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j enow wnu mo uarit unir, went in my
cab. I don't know where tho other fellow and girl
went. They hailed another cab that was passing.
No, I don't know tho number. There is n't much
chance of finding out, either."
"Where did your party go?"
"They didn't go back to the ball. I set them
down on Forty-sixth street, near Fifth avenue.
That 's nil I know."
There was no use in pursuing tho inquiry in this
direction further. Without waiting Claro hurried
over to tho office of tho society paper, Gossip.
Within another hour, after a talk with the editor,
sho had a pretty clear iden that the other at least of
tho young men was Sinclair Lyons, a friend of Del
roy, while the woman seemed to tally best with the

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