The Problem of Dressing Room A | Page 5

the chocolate counter.
"Will you please tell me if you remember this man's face?" he asked as
he produced Mason's photograph.
"Oh, yes, I remember him," the girl replied. "He's an actor."
"Did he buy a small box of chocolates of you Saturday evening early?"
was the next question.
"Yes. I recall it because he seemed to be in a hurry; in fact, I believe he
said he was anxious to get to the theater to pack."
"And do you recall that this man ever bought chocolates here?" asked
the scientist. He produced another photograph and handed it to the girl.
She studied it a moment while Hatch craned his neck, vainly, to see.
"I don't recall that he ever did," the girl answered finally.
The Thinking Machine turned away abruptly and disappeared into a
public telephone booth. He remained there for five minutes, then
rushed out to the cab again, with Hatch following closely.
"City Hospital!" he commanded.
Again the cab dashed away. Hatch was dumb; there seemed to be
nothing to say. The Thinking Machine was plainly pursuing some
definite line of inquiry, yet the reporter didn't know what. The case was
getting kaleidoscopic. This impression was strengthened when he
found himself standing beside The Thinking Machine in City Hospital
conversing with the house surgeon, Dr. Carlton.
"Is there a Miss Gertrude Manning here?" was the scientist's first
question.

"Yes," replied the surgeon. "She was brought here Saturday night,
suffering from----"
"Strychnine poisoning, yes, I know," interrupted the other. "Picked up
in the street, probably. I am a physician. If she is well enough I should
like to ask her a couple of questions."
Dr. Carlton agreed, and Professor Van Dusen, still followed faithfully
by Hatch, was ushered into the ward where Miss Wallack's maid lay,
pallid and weak. The Thinking Machine picked up her hand and his
slender finger rested for a minute on her pulse. He nodded and seemed
satisfied.
"Miss Manning, can you understand me?" he asked.
The girl nodded weakly.
"How many pieces of the candy did you eat?"
"Two," she replied. She stared into the face above her with dull eyes.
"Did Miss Wallack eat any of it up to the time you left the theatre?"
"No."
If the Thinking Machine had been in a hurry previously, he was racing
now. Hatch trailed on dutifully behind, down the stairs, and into the cab,
whence Professor Van Dusen shouted a word of thanks to Dr. Carlton.
This time their destination was the stage door of the theatre from which
Miss Wallack had disappeared.
The reporter was muddled. He didn't know anything very clearly except
that three pieces of candy were missing from the box. Of these the maid
had eaten only two. She had been poisoned. Therefore, it seemed
reasonable to suppose that if Miss Wallack had eaten the third piece she
also would be poisoned. But poison would not make her invisible. At
this point the reporter shook his head hopelessly.
William Meegan, the stage doorkeeper, was easily found.

"Can you inform me, please," began The Thinking Machine, "if Mr.
Mason left a box of candy with you last Saturday night for Miss
Wallack?"
"Yes," Meegan replied good-naturedly. He was amused at the little man.
"Miss Wallack hadn't arrived. Mason brought a box of candy for her
nearly every night and usually left it here. I put the one Saturday night
on the shelf here."
"Did Mr. Mason come to the theatre before or after the others on
Saturday night?"
"Before," replied Meegan. "He was unusually early, I suppose, to
pack."
"And the other members of the company coming in stop here, I imagine,
to get their mail?" and the scientist squinted up at the mail box above
the shelf.
"Sure, always."
The Thinking Machine drew a long breath. Up to this time there had
been little perplexed wrinkles in his brow. Now they disappeared.
"Now, please," he went on, "was any package or box of any kind taken
from the stage on Saturday night between nine and eleven o'clock?"
"No," said Meegan positively. "Nothing at all until the company's
baggage was removed at midnight."
"Miss Wallack had two trunks in her dressing room?"
"Yes. Two whacking big ones too."
"How do you know?"
"Because I helped put 'em in and helped take 'em out," replied Meegan
sharply. "What's it to you?"

Suddenly The Thinking Machine turned and ran out to the cab, with
Hatch, his shadow, close behind.
"Drive, drive as fast as you know how to the nearest long-distance
telephone!" the scientist instructed the cabby. "A woman's life is at
stake."
Half an hour later Professor Van Dusen and Hutchinson Hatch were on
a train rushing back to Boston. The Thinking Machine had been in the
telephone booth for fifteen minutes. When he came