 Chapter 17 of Mystery of the Secret Band Mary Louise thought she had never seen anyone change so much in the short space of two years, as Margaret Detweiler had changed. How much older she looked, how much sadder in spite of her expensive clothes. What a strange, trapped expression there was in her eyes. Like that of an animal caught in a cage. You are going to arrest me? The girl stammer directing her question to the constable. I'm doing just what Miss Gay says at the present time, replied the man. So far, I don't know that you're guilty of any crime. No, no, don't arrest Margaret, protested Mary Louise. I just can't believe that she is a member of Mrs. Ferguson's gang. Why, it's too impossible. No, it isn't impossible, said Margaret, more calmly now. Mrs. Ferguson is a special kind of criminal, who makes young girls do her stealing for her. She picks up country girls who don't know anybody in the city and trains them. Oh, it's a long story, and a sad one. Do you mean to say that you did steal Margaret? Demanded Mary Louise incredulously, for she had never believed that story of Margaret's theft at the department store. You must tell me the truth. For the sake of your grandparents, I can honestly say that I have never stolen anything in my life, replied the other girls steadfastly. Mrs. Ferguson soon found out that I was no good for that, so she made me guardian of the treasure. I felt almost as wicked, but I never stole. Thank heaven for that, exclaimed Mary Louise. But now I've lost her valuables, and she'll send me to prison, whimpered Margaret. Oh, Mary Lou, did you take them? Yes, I took them. They're at the constable's home now. And most of them belong to the guest's sixth daughter's house, in Philadelphia. But you shan't suffer, Margaret, unless you're really guilty. The young lady is very cold, remarked to the constable. Hadn't we better go back to my house, where it's warm, till your car is fixed, Miss Gay? Oh, yes, if you will let us, agreed Mary Louise enthusiastically. She could see that Margaret's teeth were chattering, and she remembered how cold she herself had been after an hour or so in that empty house. Wait until I get my other things, she said running back into the kitchen for the basket, which she had packed early that morning. I'll put them into the car and see how soon the mechanic thinks he will have it ready. She returned in a couple of minutes, and found the others already seated in the constable's sedan. Mary Louise was glad to find that the officer had put Margaret Deatwiler in front with him, not beside the tough young man with his huge guardian in the rear seat. She squeezed in next to Margaret, and the car started. The mechanic is going to drive my car to your place in about half an hour, announced Mary Louise, and then we'll start for Philadelphia. Fine! exclaimed the constable, that will give you girls a chance to get warm, and maybe have a cup of coffee. It's marvelous coffee, commented Mary Louise. It just about saved my life. Not another word was said about the crimes or the secret band. Margaret Deatwiler was introduced to Mrs. Hodge as a friend of Mary Louise's from Riverside, and the two girls spent a pleasant half hour in the constable's home, sipping their freshly made coffee and looking at the children's Christmas toys. The constable, who had taken the young thug away, returned just as Mary Louise's hired car drove up to the door. Mary Louise jumped up and reached for her coat. Wait a minute, cautioned the constable. Companies come in here to see you, Miss Gay. I just met somebody asking for you at the hotel. So don't be in too much of a rush. From the obvious twinkle in the man's eyes, Mary Louise believed that Max Miller must have driven down to Philadelphia again, missing her there, had naturally traced her to Centre Square. But at the same moment a yellow taxi stopped at the constable's gate, thereby dispelling any such illusion. Max would never ride in a taxi cab on his limited allowance. The door of the cab opened, and a tall, handsome man, stepped out, paid the driver and dismissed with the cab. It was Mary Louise's father. Flinging opened the door, the girl shouted at him in delight, so loud that Mr. Gay heard her in spite of the noise of the twarding cab. In another moment he entered the open door of the house and held Mary Louise tightly in his arms. Mary Lou! he cried in delight. Are you sure you're all right? I'm fine, she replied, ushering him into the constable's house. Merry Christmas, Daddy. The same to you, dear. He gazed at her fondly. I believe it will be now. You certainly look happy, daughter. I am, Daddy. These people have treated me royally. She turned around and introduced her father to Mrs. Hodge and the children, for he had already met the constable. And, oh, Dad! Here is Margaret, Dad Weiler, she added. You remember her, don't you? I certainly do, replied Mr. Gay, extending his hand cordially. My, but your grandparents are going to be glad to see you, Margaret! The girl blushed and looked down at the floor in embarrassment. Wisely Mr. Gay asked no questions. I have all the stolen valuables, Dad. Continued Mary Louise. Every single thing that was taken from Stoddard House, and even the money. Mr. Gay gazed at his daughter in speechless admiration. She had excelled his fondest hopes. Mary Lou, that's wonderful, he said after a moment. I have good news, too. I caught your thieves. Seven of them. They are in a Baltimore jail now. Both girls exclaimed a loud inamazement and delight. Margaret Detweiler started forward and clutched the detective's arm. It's really true, Mr. Gay? She demanded breathlessly. Mrs. Ferguson? Is she in jail, too? Locked up without any chance of getting out on bail, he said authoritatively. Oh, I'm so glad! murmured the girl thankfully. Now we'll be able to take the valuables right back to their owners at Stoddard House, Constable Hodge. And now it's Mary Louise. I'm not afraid to carry them, with Dad beside me. Mrs. Hodge brought the jewelry and the money from its hiding place, and gave it all to Detective Gay. Both he and Mary Louise tried to thank the Hodges for their help and their hospitality. Mr. Gay wanted to give the Constable some sort of recompense, but the good man refused. Only after a great deal of persuasion would he accept a $5 bill as a Christmas present for his children. Ready, Daddy? inquired Mary Louise as she slipped on her coat. Just a minute, replied her father. I want to telephone to Mrs. Hillard to let her know you are safe. She's been terribly worried, Mary Lou. And shall I tell her that we'll eat Christmas dinner with her at Stoddard House? Oh, yes. I've heard about the menu. There won't be a sweller dinner anywhere in Philadelphia than at Stoddard House. But shall we be in time? Mr. Gay consulted his watch. It's only a little after eleven, he said. We ought to make it by one o'clock. As soon as the telephone call was completed, the three people got into the little car Mary Louise herself took the wheel for, as she explained, she was familiar with it by this time. Now tell me about your experiences, Mary Lou. Urged her father as soon as they were well underway. Mary Louise explained for Margaret's benefit, as well as for her father's, about deciphering the code letter and coming up to Centre Square and breaking into the empty house in search of the valuables. But she made light of the coldness and desolation of the dark house and of her own hunger. She concluded with the statement that Margaret had come that morning and let her out with a key. But how did you happen to have the key, Margaret? Demanded Mr. Gay. I will have to tell you my whole story from the beginning, answered the girl. There was a tragic note in her voice which drew out her listener's sympathy, but neither made any comment. Then you can decide what to do with me, she continued. I guess I deserved to go to prison, but when I assure you that I have never done anything wrong except under compulsion maybe you will not be so angry with me. We're not terribly angry with you, Margaret. Mary Louise told her. Only terribly sorry. So please tell us everything. You remember that your grandparents have never heard anything from you since last Christmas, so begin your story there. All right, let me see. I was working in that department store in Philadelphia and doing pretty well. For I got commissions besides my salary on everything I sold. I started in the Chief Jewelry Department and was promoted to the expensive kind. Christmas brought me in, a lot of business, but I guess I overworked. For I got sick the week before and had to stay home and have the doctor. I'd already spent a good deal of money on presents, and when my doctor's bill was paid, I found my salary was all gone. So I went back to the store before I should. On the 23rd of December, I remember. The 23rd of December, repeated Mary Louise. That was the day Mrs. Ferguson registered at the Benjamin Franklin Hotel. How did you know Mary Lou? demanded Margaret. I went to the hotel and looked through the old register. She explained. But go on, Margaret. What happened then? I found that a ring, an expensive diamond ring, had been stolen from our department, continued the girl. They insisted that it was taken before I was away, but they couldn't prove for anything. Just the same. I know the store detective had his eye on me. Well, that very day something else disappeared, a link bracelet. This time they accused me immediately. But why? I don't know, except that I was the newest sales girl in the department, in fact, the only girl. The store detective stepped behind my counter and leaned down to the floor, and he picked that bracelet right out of my shoe. How dreadful, cried Mary Louise. Somebody had planted it there. Of course, Mrs. Ferguson had, as I later learned. But at the time I hadn't a suspicion. She was standing right near the counter, examining some rings. When she heard me accused and told to leave the store, she stepped forward, saying that she was sorry for me. She asked me whether I had any family, and I told her they were too far away for me to go to without any money. But you'll have trouble getting a job without a reference, she said. So perhaps I had better help you. That sly cat, cried Mary Louise. Margaret nodded. But I didn't know it then. I simply asked her whether she could get me a job. And she told me to come to the Benjamin Franklin Hotel that afternoon, and ask for Mrs. Ferguson. Of course I went, I had nothing else to do. She engaged me at once as her secretary. We went out to Centre Square for a few days. And I met a lot of other girls. Two daughters, two nieces, and a couple of friends. We had a good time. But I didn't do any work. For she had two servants and a chauffeur. And I felt as if I didn't earn my pay. Did she give you a salary? Asked Mary Louise. Yes, replied Margaret, for the first couple of weeks. But I had to send it to my landlady in Philadelphia. After that Mrs. Ferguson bought my clothes and paid my hotel bills. But she never gave me any cash. So you couldn't get away, observed Mr. Gay. Exactly. Gradually I began to suspect that there was something crooked about this bunch. And then one day I found the diamond ring which had been stolen from the store, among Mrs. Ferguson's stuff at Centre Square. What did you do? Demanded Mary Louise. I showed it to her and said I was going to take it right back to the store. And she stood there and laughed at me. She said it would only prove my own guilt. The next day we all went to Washington and stayed in different hotels. Mrs. Ferguson kept me with her, but I soon saw through her tricks. Her girls were all skilled hotel thieves. She tried to teach me the business as she called it, but I refused to learn. So she made me take charge of the stuff they stole. The girls would bring their loot to her and she'd send me with it to Centre Square. Every once in a while she would dispose of it all to a crooked dealer who asked no questions. Were you out at Centre Square last Sunday, Margaret? Interrupted Mary Louise. Yes, Mrs. Ferguson and I both went. We had intended to get the place ready to spend Christmas there. But for some reason Mrs. Ferguson got scared. She said that Mary Green talked too much, and she thought we ought to clear out. She made plans to dispose of everything in Baltimore, and then we were all going to sail to Bermuda. But why did you ask that, Mary Louise? Because I was in that car that drove up to the house then. I saw you and then Mrs. Ferguson. I wouldn't have thought of it being you, only Mary Green admitted that she knew you. That made me suspicious. You disappeared pretty quickly. Rather, laughed Mary Louise. And she told the story of being hit over the head by a rock and of catching the young man and having him arrested that very morning. That was clever! Approved her father. Who was he, Margaret? A neighbourhood bum that Mrs. Ferguson employs to watch the place and keep the people away, replied the girl. But I'm afraid I interrupted you, Margaret. Apologised Mary Louise. Please go on with your story. There isn't much left to tell. I was too far away from home to run away, without any money, and I hadn't a single friend I could go to. All the store people thought it was a thief, so I knew there was no use asking their help. I just kept on, from day to day, not knowing how it would ever end, and never expecting to see my grandparents or my riverside friends again. Oh, you can't imagine how unhappy I have been! She stopped talking, for emotion had overcome her. Tears were rolling down her cheeks. Mary Louise laid her hand over Margaret's reassuringly. It's all right now, isn't it, Daddy? She said, we'll take you home to your grandparents. But I can't go back to them, protested the other girl. How can I tell them what has happened? They'd be disgraced for life. You can tell them you have been working for a queer woman who wouldn't allow you to write home, said Mr. Gay. A woman whose mind was affected, for that is the truth. There is no doubt that Mrs. Ferguson is the victim of a diseased mind. Wouldn't you ever tell on me? Question, Margaret. No, of course not. It was in no way your fault, child. And now try to be happy. I think I can find you a job in Herman's hardware store, right in the riverside. And you can live with your grandparents, they need you. It seems almost too good to be true, breathed the grateful girl. Mary Louise turned to her father. Now for your story, Dad. She begged about capturing the thieves. I think that had better be kept till dinner time, replied Mr. Gay. This traffic we're approaching will require all your attention, Mary Lou. And besides, Mrs. Hillard will want to hear it, too. End of Chapter 17 Chapter 18 of Mystery of the Secret Band by Edith Lavelle This LibriVox recording is in the public domain. Recording by April 6090, California, United States of America. Conclusion Mary Louise brought the car to a stop at Stoddard House at a quarter to one. Carrying the money and the jewels in her father's briefcase and the other articles in the basket. She and Margaret went into the hotel to get ready for dinner while Mr. Gay returned the hired car to the garage. I'll notify the police that you're found, Mary Lou, he said. Then I'll call your mother. I think it will be best if she goes over to your grandparents Margaret and tells them about you herself. They haven't a telephone and I don't like to frighten elderly people with telegrams. Both girls nodded their approval to these suggestions and hurried into the hotel. Mrs. Hillard was waiting for Mary Louise with open arms. She loved the young detective with like a daughter. Now run along, girls, and get ready for dinner. She said, finally, we're going to have one big table instead of all the little ones in the dining room with a tree in the center and place cards just like a jolly family party. That's swell, exclaimed Mary Louise. It'll be real Christmas after all. And thank you so much for the lovely handkerchiefs, dear, added the manager. It was sweet of you to think of me. That reminds me, you haven't had your presents yet. Put them at my place at the table, suggested Mary Louise, and I'll have presents for some of the guests, she added with a significant glance at the briefcase and basket. When the girls returned to the first floor after washing their faces and powdering their noses, they found Mr. Gay waiting for them. For a moment he did not see them. So intent was he in the newspaper he was reading. Want to see the gang's picture? He asked when Mary Louise came to his side. Oh yes, please! In spite of the fact that it was Christmas day, a large photograph of Mrs. Ferguson and her six accomplices occupied much of the front page of this Philadelphia paper. In an inset above the picture of the crooks was Mary Louise's smiling face. Daddy, cried the girl in amazement, are you responsible for this? I am, replied her father proudly. I want everybody to know that the credit belongs to you, daughter. Other guests who had not yet read their newspapers crowded about Mr. Gay eager for the exciting news. They all remembered Pauline Brooks and Mary Green. Several of them identified the two transients who had stolen the other things from Stoddard House. A loud gong sounded from the dining room, and Mrs. Hillard threw open the doors. The room was beautifully decorated with greens and holly, a long table stretched out before them, covered with a lovely lace cloth and bearing a small Christmas tree as its centerpiece. Bright red ribbons had been stretched from the tree to each guest's place, adding brilliancy to the spectacle. Hello, Mary Louise! Said a voice behind the young detective, and turning around, Mary Louise saw Mrs. Weinberger behind her. Merry Christmas, Mrs. Weinberger, she replied. It's nice to see you back here. I've come back to stay, announced the older woman. I got lonely at the Bellevue, and Mrs. McGregor is here, too, for Christmas dinner. It was a happy group who finally found their places around the beautiful table and sat down. Mrs. Hillard was at one end, and Miss Stoddard was honored with the seat at the other end. Mr. Gay was the only man present. But he did not seem in the least embarrassed. Mary Louise found her pile of presents at her place, and Margaret Detweiler discovered a bunch of violets and a box of candy at hers. Even in his haste, Mr. Gay had remembered the lonely girl. The guests ate their oyster cocktails and their mushroom soup before any formal announcement concerning the valuables was made. Then Mrs. Hillard rose from her chair. As you all know from the papers, our criminals have been caught by Mary Louise Gay and her father, and are now in prison. But even better news than that is coming. I'll introduce Mr. Gay, whom some of you know already, and he'll tell you more about it. Everybody clapped as the famous detective stood up. I'm not going to make a speech, he said, and keep you waiting for the turkey. We're all looking forward to. I just thought that maybe some of you would enjoy this wonderful dinner even more if you knew that you were going to get everything back again which was stolen. My daughter found all the valuables and the money this morning in Mrs. Ferguson's house at Centre Square, and she will now return them to their rightful owners. As the newspaper had not mentioned anything about the stolen goods, the guests were not prepared for this pleasant surprise. A loud burst of applause greeted Mary Louise as she smilingly rose to her feet and opened the briefcase and drew out the basket from under the table where she had hid in it. I'll begin at the beginning, she said, with the vase and the silverware belonging to Stoddard House. She carried these articles to Mrs. Hillard, amid appreciative hand clapping. Next, Miss Granger's is picture and her fifty dollars. She continued. Tears actually came to the artist's eyes as she took the painting from Mary Louise's hands. You keep the fifty dollars, Miss Gay, she said. My picture is what I care for most. No, Miss Granger, no, thank you. Replied the girl solemnly. I am being paid a salary for my work by Mrs. Hillard, but I can't accept rewards for doing my duty. She picked up the watches next, Mrs. Weinberger's and Mrs. Hillard's. The Walder girls would get theirs when they returned from their holidays. And last of all, Mrs. McGregor's diamond earrings and her five hundred dollars, she concluded, restoring the jewelry and the bills to the delighted woman. I believe that is all. For I am wearing my own wrist watch, and I have my purse with its five dollars contents. Loud cheering accompanied the applause which followed. When it had at last quieted down, both Mrs. Weinberger and Mrs. McGregor tried in vain to give Mary Louise a reward, but she remained firm in her refusal. Then the turkeys were brought to the dining room, and everything else was temporarily forgotten in the enjoyment of Christmas dinner. When it was all over, Mr. Gay told Mary Louise to pack her clothing and her presents while he returned the remaining valuables to the Ritz and to the police. For I hope we can make the 330 train, he explained. But with that change at the junction, we'd have to wait all night. Shouldn't we, Daddy? inquired Mary Louise. Anxious as she was to get back to Riverside, she had no desire to spend the night in a cheerless railway station. No, replied her father. Because there's going to be a surprise waiting for you at the junction. Max and Norman, guessed Mary Louise instantly. You mean that they'll drive down for us? Mr. Gay nodded. That isn't all, he said. Mary Louise did not guess the rest of the answer until the train pulled into the junction, shortly after eight o'clock that night. Then a war-woop that could come from no one else but her small brother greeted her ears, and she knew that her mother must be there too. Yes, and there was her chum, Jane Patterson, grinning at her from the boys' car, and her little dog, Silky. In another minute, Mary Louise was clasping her arms around Mrs. Gay, and hugging Freckles and Jane and Silky all at once. Max at her side, had to be content with pressing her arm affectionately. Questions, Christmas greetings, words of joy, and congratulation poured so fast upon Mary Louise's ears that she could scarcely understand them. You're home to stay, darling? This was from her mother. You'll go to the senior prom with me? Demanded Max. You're the most famous girl detective in the world! shouted Norman Wilder. You were a lemon to duck my party, but I'll give another one just in your honor. Promised to Jane. Did you get your salary, your twenty-five bucks? asked Freckles. Mary Louise nodded, smiling to everything. Then she got into Max's car beside him, with Jane and Norman in the rumble seat. Mr. Gay took the wheel of his sedan, with his wife beside him, Margaret Detweiler, who was quietly watching everything sat behind with Freckles. The drivers of the two cars did not stop for any food on the way. They sped along as fast as they dared towards Riverside. Old Mr. and Mrs. Detweiler were waiting up for their precious granddaughter, their lost Margaret. A little before midnight the cars pulled up in front of the old couple's home, and everybody in the party went inside for a moment. The greeting between Margaret and her grandparents was touching to see. Even Norman Wilder, who prided himself on being hard-boiled, admitted afterwards that the tears came to his eyes. Mrs. Gay discreetly drew her own party away, back to her home, where a feast was waiting for the travelers. This, Mary Louise felt, was her real Christmas celebration, with her family and with her three dearest friends. Now she could tell her story and listen to the praises which meant so much to her. But the best part of all, she concluded, is that I'm a real professional detective at last. End of Conclusion End of Mystery of the Secret Band by Edith Lavelle