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"Thanks," said the customs operative. "You needn't mention anything about my inquiries, of course," and he mixed with the throng
of newspaper reporters who were picking up news in various sections of the big vessel.
When the Tasmania docked, Gregory was the first one off.
"Search Mrs. Mortimer C. Dodge to the skin," he directed the matron. "Take down her hair, tap the heels of her shoes, and go through all the usual stunts, but be as gentle as you can about it. Say that we've received word that some uncut diamonds--not pearls, mind you--are concealed on the Tasmania and that orders have been given to go over everybody thoroughly. Pass the word
along the line to give out the same information, so she won't be suspicious. I don't think you'll find anything, but you never can tell."
At that, Joe was right. The matron didn't locate a blessed thing out of the way. Mrs. Dodge had brought in a few dutiable trinkets, but they were all down on her declaration, and within the hour she was headed uptown in a taxi, accompanied by a maid who had met her as she stepped out of the customs office.
Not far behind them trailed another taxi, top up and Gregory's eyes glued to the window behind the chauffeur.[65]
The first machine finally drew up at the Astor, and Mrs. Dodge and the maid went in, followed by a pile of luggage which had been
searched until it was a moral certainty that not a needle would have been concealed in it. Gregory waited until they were out of sight and then followed.
In answer to his inquiries at the desk he learned that Mrs. Dodge had stopped at the hotel several times before and the house detective assured him that there was nothing suspicious about her conduct.
"How about the maid?" inquired Gregory.
"Don't know a thing about her, either, except that she is the same one she had before. Pretty little thing, too--though not as good-
looking as her mistress."
For the next three days Joe hung around the hotel or followed the lady from the Tasmania wherever she went. Something in the back of his head--call it intuition or a hunch or whatever you please, but it's the feeling that a good operative gets when he's on the right trail--told him that he was "warm," as the kids say. Appearances seemed to deny that fact. Mrs. Dodge went only to the most natural places--a few visits to the stores, a couple to fashionable modistes and milliners, and some drives through the Park, always accompanied by her maid and always in the most sedate and open manner.
But on the evening of the third day the house detective tipped Joe off that his prey was leaving in the morning.
"Guess she's going back to Europe," reported the house man. "Gave orders to have a taxi ready at nine and her trunks taken down
to the docks before them. Better get busy if you want to land her."
"I'm not ready for that just yet," Gregory admitted with a scowl.[66]
When Mrs. Dodge's taxi drove off the following morning Joe wasn't far away, and, acting on orders which he had delivered over the
phone, no less than half a dozen operatives watched the lady and the maid very closely when they reached the dock.
Not a thing came of it, however. Both of them went to the stateroom which had been reserved and the maid remained to help with the unpacking until the "All-ashore-that-'regoing-ashore" was bellowed through the boat. Then she left and stood on the pier until the ship had cleared the dock.
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"It beats me," muttered Gregory. "But I'm willing to gamble my job that I'm right." And that night he wired to Washington to keep a
close lookout for the London pearls, adding that he felt certain they would turn up before long.
"In that case," muttered the chief at the other end of the wire, "why in Heaven's name didn't he get them when they came in?"
Sure enough, not a fortnight had passed before St. Louis reported that a string of pearls, perfectly matched, answering to the de-
scription of the missing jewels, had been offered for sale there through private channels.
The first reaction was a telegram to Gregory that fairly burned the wires, short but to the point. "Either the man who smuggled that necklace or your job in ten days," it read.
And Gregory replied, "Give me three weeks and you'll have one or the other."
Meanwhile he had been far from inactive. Still playing his hunch that Phyllis Dodge had something to do with the smuggling game, he had put in time cultivating the only person on this side that appeared to know her--the maid.[67]
It was far from a thankless task, for Alyce--she spelled it with a "y"--was pretty and knew it. Furthermore, she appeared to be entirely out of her element in a cheap room on Twenty-fourth Street. Most of the time she spent in wandering up the Avenue, and
it was there that Gregory made her acquaintance--through the expedient of bumping her bag out of her hands and restoring it with
one of his courtly bows. The next minute he was strolling alongside, remarking on the beauty of the weather.
But, although he soon got to know Alyce well enough to take her to the theater and to the cabarets, it didn't seem to get him anywhere. She was perfectly frank about her position. Said she was a hair dresser by trade and that she acted as lady's maid to a Mrs. Dodge, who spent the better part of her time abroad.
"In fact," she said, "Mrs. Dodge is only here three or four days every two months or so."
"And she pays you for your time in between?"
"Oh yes," Alyce replied; "she's more than generous."
"I should say she was," Gregory thought to himself--but he considered it best to change the subject.
During the days that followed, Joe exerted every ounce of his personality in order to make the best possible impression. Posing as a man who had made money in the West, he took Alyce everywhere and treated her royally. Finally, when he considered the time ripe, he injected a little love into the equation and hinted that he thought it was about time to settle down and that he appeared to have found the proper person to settle with.
But there, for the first time, Alyce balked. She didn't refuse him, but she stated in so many words that she had a place that suited her
for the time being, and that, until the fall, at least, she preferred to keep on with it.[68]
"That suits me all right," declared Gregory. "Take your time about it. Meanwhile we'll continue to be good friends and trail around together, eh?"
"Certainly," said Alyce, "er--that is--until Tuesday."
"Tuesday?" inquired Joe. "What's coming off Tuesday?"
"Mrs. Dodge will arrive on the Atlantic," was the reply, "and I'll have to be with her for three days at least."
"Three days--" commenced Gregory, and halted himself. It wasn't wise to show too much interest. But that night he called the chief on long distance and inquired if there had been any recent reports of suspicious jewel sales abroad. "Yes," came the voice from Washington, "pearls again. Loose ones, this time.