Richard Harding Davis

“ Ford was on his way to England to act as the London correspondent of the New York Republic. For three years on that most sensational of the New York dailies he had been the star man, the chief muckraker, the chief sleuth. His interest was in crime. Not in crimes committed in passion or inspired by drink, but in such offences against law and society as are perpetrated with nice intelligence. The murderer, the burglar, the strong-arm men who, in side streets, waylay respectable citizens did not appeal to him. ”

“ Mrs. Ashton turned upon him, her eyes wide with wonder. “But MY husband,” she protested, “is not a criminal!”
“My dear lady!” the doctor cried. “I did not mean that, of course not. I meant, if Mr. Ford can find men who don’t wish to be found, how easy for him to find a man who—” He turned helplessly to Ford. “You tell her,” he begged.
Ford sat down on a steamer trunk that protruded from beneath the berth, and, turning to the widow, gave her the full benefit of his working smile. ”

“ Ford shook his head non-committingly. “I don’t know her story,” he said. “Don’t want to know it.”
The ship was in the channel, on her way to Cherbourg, and running as smoothly as a clock. From the shore friendly lights told them they were nearing their journey’s end; that the land was on every side. Seated on a steamer-chair next to his in the semi-darkness of the deck, Mrs. Ashton began to talk nervously and eagerly. ”

“ She regarded the young man with sudden uneasiness. “They only owned one horse, but I believe that gave them the privilege of—”
“I see,” exclaimed Ford. “Your husband is a bookmaker. But in London he is a promoter of companies.”
“So my friend tells me,” said Mrs. Ashton. “She’s just got back from London. Her husband told her that Harry, my husband, was always at the American bar in the Cecil or at the Salisbury or the Savoy.” The girl shook her head. “But a woman can’t go looking for a man there,” she protested. ”

“ You will find lots of your friends over there. Some of those girls who married dukes,” he suggested, “know you, don’t they?”
“Not since they married dukes,” said Ford.
“Well, anyway, all your other friends will be there,” continued the managing editor encouragingly. “Now that they have shut up the tracks here all the con men have gone to London. They say an American can’t take a drink at the Salisbury without his fellow-countrymen having a fight as to which one will sell him a gold brick.” ”

“ For a share of the stock he offers to tell the dupe where it and the engineer can be found. They visit the man, apparently at the point of death, and the dupe gives him money for his stock. Later the dupe finds the stock is worthless, and the supposed engineer and the supposed broker divide the money he paid for it. In telling the story Ford pretended he was the broker and that he thought in Ashton he had found a dupe who would buy the stock from the sick engineer. ”

“ In him she saw the one person who could bring her husband to her.
“She acts,” growled the doctor later in the smoking-room, “as though she was afraid you were going to back out of your promise and jump overboard.”
“Don’t think,” he protested violently, “it’s you she’s interested in. All she sees in you is what you can do for her. Can you see that?”
“Any one as clever at seeing things as I am,” returned the reporter, “cannot help but see that.”
Later, as Ford was walking on the upper deck, Mrs. Ashton came toward him, beating her way against the wind. ”

“ She is frightened. She’s left a baby boy at home, and she’s fearful that something will happen to him, and she’s frightened at being at sea, frightened at being alone in London; it’s pitiful.” The old man shook his head. “Pitiful! Will you talk to her now?” he asked.
“Nonsense!” exclaimed Ford. “She doesn’t want to tell the story of her life to strange young men.”
“But it was she suggested it,” cried the doctor. “She asked me if you were Austin Ford, the great detective.”
Ford snorted scornfully. “She did not!” he protested. His tone was that of a man who hopes to be contradicted. ”

“ For his services the company paid him partly in stock. He falls ill and is at the point of death. While he has been ill much gold has been found in the mine he examined, and the stock which he considers worthless is now valuable. ”

“ Of this, owing to his illness, he is ignorant. One confidence man acts the part of the sick engineer, and the other that of a broker who knows the engineer possesses the stock but has no money with which to purchase it from him. ”