Adrift in the Unknown; or, Queer Adventures in a Queer Realm
William Wallace Cook
Produced by Al Haines.
Adrift in the Unknown
OR,
Queer Adventures in a Queer Realm
By WILLIAM WALLACE COOK
Author of "The Paymaster's Special," "A Deep-sea Game," "In the Web," "His Friend the Enemy," etc.
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For the present the Adventure Library will be devoted to the publicationof stories by William Wallace Cook.
The fact that one man wrote all of these stories in no way detracts fromtheir interest, as they are all very different in plot and locality.
For example, the action in one story takes place in "The Land of LittleRain;" another deals with adventure on the high seas; another is a goodrailroad story; others are splendid Western stories; and some aremystery stories. All of them, however, are stories of vigorousadventure drawn true to life, which gives them the thrill that allreally good fiction should have.
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Adrift in the Unknown
(Printed In the United States of America)
*CONTENTS*
I. Lost, Strayed, or Stolen? II. An Uninvited Guest III. Professor Quinn's Feat IV. The Plutocrats Reconciled V. Traveling Sunward VI. A Landing Effected VII. Facing a Mercurial Storm VIII. The Mercurials IX. Learning the Word-Box X. How We were Catalogued XI. The Dilemma of Mr. Meigs XII. Condemned to Death XIII. A Threatening Calamity XIV. Plan to Steal a Building XV. Surveying our own Planet XVI. How Ill-Luck Overtook Me XVII. A Change of Heart XVIII. How We Outwitted the King XIX. Back to Earth
*ADRIFT IN THE UNKNOWN.*
*CHAPTER I.*
*LOST, STRAYED, OR STOLEN?*
There could be no more fitting introduction to this most amazingnarrative from the pen of James Peter Munn than that article in the_Morning Mercury_.
Munn, it is no breach of confidence to inform the reader, was a reformedburglar; although the author of two books which achieved large sales andwere most favorably received by the reviewers--"Forty Ways of CrackingSafes" and "The Sandbagger's Manual"--Mr. Munn developed small skillwith the pen, so that the breathless interest aroused by his revelationshangs more upon the matter than the style. The _Mercury_ article shoulddo its mite toward preparing the reader for what is to come.
In the first place, the story was what newspaper men call a "scoop."
The article in the first edition ran as follows:
QUINN'S CASTLE VANISHES.
AND SO DOES QUINN! WITH HOUSE AND BELONGINGS. THE HARLEM SAGE DISAPPEARS IN A SINGLE HOUR. LEAVING NOT A TRACE BEHIND.
What happened to Professor Quinn last night? And what happened to the strange steel structure known locally among Harlem residents as Quinn's Castle?
For Quinn and his castle were snuffed out like a candle-gleam some time between the hours of eleven o'clock and midnight. Patrolman Casey, who travels a beat in that part of Harlem, avers that he passed the castle at eleven o'clock, and that it was there; he passed its site again at twelve, and it was not there.
Considerably exercised, Patrolman Casey made search for the castle, and although he beat up the country for a dozen blocks in all directions, he failed to find it. And what is more, Patrolman Casey declares that he took the pledge when he went on the force and has been a total abstainer ever since.
Corroboration of the officer's report is not lacking. Certain residents of the vicinity state that they saw the professor's weird dwelling yesterday evening; its windows were aglow and it appeared evident that the professor was entertaining friends. The first gray dawn this morning showed a bare lot with the steel house missing.
Is it another case of Aladdin's palace dissolving into thin air at the "presto!" of some wonder worker? Or is it a plain case of larceny undertaken on a gigantic scale? A golden opportunity offers itself to a sleuth of the Sherlock Holmes school; and for such a person the _Mercury_ presents the following facts:
First, the so-called castle was projectile-shaped, of boiler-plate construction, and measured some twenty feet in diameter, tapering to a point thirty feet above ground. It was covered with a sort of paint that gave it the appearance of frosted silver.
Second, there is much low shrubbery surrounding the site of the castle, and if the castle had been blown down and rolled from the ridge it stood on into the river there would have been left evidences in plenty of such disaster.
(Note: The castle certainly weighed five tons, possibly five times that. Nothing short of a cyclone could have budged it, and there was hardly a breath of air stirring the whole night long.)
Third, Professor Quinn, ever since he erected his steel house and moved into it, has been regarded as mildly insane. Like Abou-ben-Adhem, he desired to be entered on the angelic scroll as one who loved his fellow-men.
Last summer he read before the Astronomical Society a paper entitled "The Mutability of Newtonian Law," and was laughed out of that honorable body for his inconsistencies. Although adverted to as "The Harlem Sage," Professor Quinn is no Merlin, nor does he possess the ring of Gyges that rendered its wearer invisible.
Yet where is he? And where is his castle? Until some Vidocq appears and solves the mystery, echo can only answer "Where?"
So much for the article in the first printing of the paper. The brightyoung man who stood sponsor for the "scoop" had meanwhile been very busywith fresh details, and the second edition contained the followingaddenda:
It has just been learned that Mr. Emmet Gilhooly, the multimillionaire and president of the railroad combine, was a guest of Professor Quinn last night, and must have been in the castle at the very moment it faded into oblivion.
Mr. Gilhooly did not return to his home and has not since been heard from. His relatives are distracted and leading railroad men of the country are in a panic.
His absence from affairs at the present moment jeopardizes the traction interests of the entire country, and may prove a deathblow to the success of the gigantic pool he was forming.
This was startling news indeed, and sped hither and yon throughout thecity, the country, and the civilized world. Appalling as theinformation was, nevertheless it proved merely a fractional part of thetruth.
The bright reporter on the _Mercury_ made further discoveries, whichwere printed in the third edition rushed from the presses of his paper.
Not only was Mr. Emmet Gilhooly a guest of Professor Quinn in the steel castle last night, but so also were Hon. Augustus Popham, the coal baron; J. Archibald Meigs, of Wall Street, late manipulator of the corner in wheat and now engineering a corner in cotton, and Hannibal Markham, well known as the instigator of a plot to control the food supply of the United States.
What has become of these four millionaires and Napoleons of finance? They have gon
e with Quinn and his castle, disappearing as utterly as though the earth had opened and swallowed them.
Fabulous rewards were offered by the relatives of the missingmillionaires for any information relative to the fate that had overtakenthem. Foul play was suspected, and the financial world stood aghast anddumbly wondered what was to happen to the business of the country if itreally developed, beyond all peradventure, that Gilhooly, Popham, Meigs,and Markham had been eliminated from commercial affairs.
The influence of these four was vast and far-reaching, and they werescheming to make their grip on the republic's resources even more secureand relentless. If their plans carried, no man could eat, or clothehimself, or warm his body and drive his manufacturing engines, or travelfrom place to place and ship the product of his mills without payingtribute to Gilhooly, Popham, Meigs, and Markham. Should those schemes,titanic in conception, be worked out to their manifest conclusion, fourmen would hold the destiny of industrial America in the hollow of theirhands. Prosperity would wait upon their pleasure, or at a mere nodwould be paralyzed and leave the country stranded on the reefs ofdisaster.
It seemed an odd fatality that, at the very time thesecommanders-in-chief of industry were plotting to make their powercomplete, they should have vanished as utterly as though they had beenengulfed by a tidal wave and swept into the broad regions of theAtlantic. A few facts were brought to light through the probing ofskilled detective minds, but these facts were in nowise clues to thefate that had overtaken the millionaires.
Popham's confidential aide reluctantly admitted that his chief hadaccepted an invitation from Quinn, and had gone to his "castle" for aninterview. Quinn professed to have made some discovery or other which,he declared, would make coal a useless commodity so far as human needswere concerned. Popham, while laughing at Quinn's pretensions, wasnevertheless secretly worried. Anything that threatened the success ofthe coup which was being engineered by himself and his three confrereswas to be dealt with decisively and without loss of time.
In the case of Meigs, Markham, and Gilhooly there was no confidentialaide to offer testimony, for these bright, particular stars of highfinance had placed a limit on the confidence reposed in theirsecretaries. Nevertheless, the probing minds at work on the casedeveloped the extraordinary fact that these men, no less than Popham,had visited Quinn at the latter's request. A spirit of scoffinginvestigation animated them, but they were prepared to see with theirown eyes and hear with their own ears whatever Quinn had to show and tosay. If anything that militated against their projected _coup_ wasbrought before them, they would proceed to lay the spectre forthwith.
Strangely enough, the shrewdest of the detectives failed to connect thedisappearance of the millionaires with the comprehensive plans they wereforming, and which could not be carried out except by the plotters inperson.
Other rich men of the country, who were wont to trim their sails inaccordance with whatever wind blew from the offices of The Four, in WallStreet, were already shifting affairs to lay a course that would givethem the best headway against the projected new order. This suddendisappearance of the powers to which the lesser rich looked for guidanceleft them becalmed in an uncharted sea.
The middle class, long accustomed to being mulcted right and left,accepted the astonishing situation with equanimity. So far as they wereconcerned, Gilhooly, Popham, Meigs, and Markham were abstractgeneralities--merely names to conjure with. For years the middle classhad paid for the conjuring, and had been taught to look calmly into theeyes of what they had come to believe was the inevitable. If theirannual outing to the seashore or the mountains cost too much, they couldstay at home; if the butcher, the baker, and the grocer ran prices toohigh, some of the luxuries could be cut out; if anthracite went to $20 aton, they would heat fewer rooms; and if clothing became too expensive,there would be fewer suits and gowns to wear. By a little self-denial,the middle class also could trim their sails to any gale that blew.They were used to it.
With the poor it was different. They were already down to bed-rock inthe way of self-denial. No sooner had it drifted through their brainsthat the influence of Gilhooly, Popham, Meigs, and Markham had beenblotted out than they lifted their voices in praise of the blessedevent. Their situation had been bad enough, and any change among thevaguely understood causes presiding over their affairs could hardly befor the worse.
The detectives, feeling that they were at work on a particularly complexcase, hampered themselves by looking for complex causes. At first, theybelieved it was a matter of sequestration and that presently a ransom inseven or eight figures would be called for. However, a delving intoQuinn's past failed to reveal any lawless actions that would point to aransom in his present line of endeavor. The detectives, growing morecomplex as the ambiguities closed them in, overlooked entirely thesimplicity of Quinn's character.
Anyhow, one analytical mind would demand of another, what had Quinn'sintentions to do with the disappearance? That was a positive reality.And, although it was surmised, it was not definitely known that Quinnhimself had had anything to do with it.
Such was the situation confronting the country and with which the policedepartment of New York City was called upon to deal. But the keenestreasoning, inductive or deductive, was powerless to find even a clue.
The tremendous mystery might have remained a mystery until this day, hadit not been for the narrative of James Peter Munn, now for the firsttime given to the world.
