CHAPTER XX Mrs. Landry Helps
"Great help _he_ is," Sim remarked disdainfully as they watched the oldcar bump along.
"We don't know any more now than we did before," Terry said, agreeingwith Sim.
"Yes, we do," Arden contradicted. "You're forgetting about that paper.While you two were watching Tania perform her little trick, I wasmemorizing the words on that torn piece."
"Good for you, Sherlock!" Sim exclaimed. "And what do we do next? Go homeand work out the cryptogram?"
"Something like that," Arden answered. "I've got a plan. Let's get going,and we'll see how it works out. Terry, is it too late to go to town forjust a few minutes? What I'm going to do won't take long."
"What are you going to do?" Terry questioned. "Tell us."
"I thought of going to the drug store and trying to trace the writer ofthis note by getting information of the New York telephone company,"Arden told them.
"Good idea, Ard! Of course we have time for that. And, anyway, we'dbetter do it while you still remember the words," Terry said.
"Oh, don't worry, I won't forget them," Arden replied with the first showof relief they had felt in some time. "A Blake never forgets!"
They piled into the car and rode along the deserted road to the village.The drug store was fortunately empty except for a rather stupid-lookingboy clerk.
Arden entered the phone booth, and her chums crowded around her. Theywaited impatiently for the really short interval it took to make theconnection with the New York office. As the clear sharp voice of the girlsang out "Information," Arden explained the difficulty.
"We are trying to get the phone number of an address in New York," shesaid, "but we've torn the paper. I'll give you as much as I can. Do youthink you can help us?"
"Sorry, madam," came the voice, "but I can't possibly trace the name."
Arden hung up and turned sorrowfully toward her friends.
"I might have known it," she said. "Of course we couldn't do anythingthat way. It was a desperate chance at best."
"Too bad, Arden," Terry soothed. "I still think it was a good idea. Butlet's get out of here; our young friend," she indicated the curiousclerk, "is awfully interested in us."
"We'd better be starting for home, anyway," Arden suggested. "Your mothermight worry."
So they left the little village, which was quite deserted now in the lateafternoon, and wearily put the car away for the night in the garage ofthe little white house.
Mrs. Landry was interested to learn all that had happened, and urged themto keep up their spirits. Somewhat woefully, the girls smiled at her andagreed at least to try further.
After the evening meal, when they gathered in the living room, Arden andSim decided to write letters home but thought it best not to mention thenew "mystery."
Arden sat at the small wicker desk, pen and paper before her, and got asfar as "Dearest Mother." But her mind was far away and after thisauspicious beginning she looked up from the paper dreamily.
Poor Dimitri! Where could he be? And Olga--and the paper and thesnuffbox. Then Arden, drawing a line through the beginning of her letter,wrote down the queer words from the envelope.
_Ser_ _Ninth S_ _New Y_
What could that possibly be? What man's name began with the letters S ER?
"Terry," Arden said suddenly, "have you a dictionary here? One that wouldhave proper names in it?"
"I have one that I brought down with some books from Cedar Ridge. Willthat help you?" Terry replied.
"Get it, will you, please," Arden continued. "I'm going to try and workout this puzzle and send a telegram to an address. If it isn't delivered,we'll know it's no good. I'd rather spend the last of my allowance thatway than on candy."
"Swell plan, Arden!" Sim exclaimed. "Get the trusty dictionary, Terry,and let's start to work."
Terry dashed up the stairs and rummaged hurriedly in the pile of almostforgotten college books in her room and at length returned carrying thevolume.
Arden flicked back the flimsy pages and ran her hand down the line.
There were biblical first names as well as Greek and Latin ones, andArden was somewhat at sea as she murmured:
Serah Seraphim Sered Seres Sergia Sergius Seriah Seron Serug
"Do you like any of them, or does any one sound logical?" she asked herchums.
"Sergius!" exclaimed Sim. "That sounds Russian to me."
"Sergia," Terry voted. "That's also Russian, but one may be a woman'sname. How can we get around that? There's no way of finding out from thislist. It's very impartial."
"We can get around it this way," Arden declared. "Just use Serg. Thenwe'll be safe if it's a man or woman. You know a boy's name could be Ted,and they call some girls Ted. I'm in favor of just Serg."
"It sounds good," admired Terry.
"I'm for it," added Sim. "But what about a last name?"
"There's going to be a rub," said Terry. "We took the easiest partfirst."
"It seems almost impossible, doesn't it?" sighed Arden.
"Yes, it does. It might be Smith or Brown or Jones," Sim remarked. "Thisis quite an undertaking, I'm afraid."
"Well, there's no harm in trying," Arden protested. "Working with Dimitriin mind, it's logical to suppose that, being Russian, he'd have Russianfriends or relatives, isn't it?"
Sim and Terry agreed silently.
"I guess relatives, Arden," said Sim suddenly. "I think that man who camehere looked like Dimitri."
"Maybe you're right, Sim. Shall we try Uzlov?" Arden looked to them foragreement.
"Yes!" exclaimed Terry. "Serg Uzlov! That's a good start."
"Of course, we may not gain anything by this, and besides, perhaps weshould have told Rufus Reilly what we intend to do. Do you think so?"questioned Arden, chewing the little ring on the top of the fountain pen.
"Not at all!" Sim protested. "If Dimitri was a brother, or something, Ithink we'd do just this, and I think we're perfectly justified in doingit."
This outburst gave them new courage, and they puzzled for some time overthe address. Then Terry finally called in her mother.
"What would be the Russian quarter in New York, Mother?" she asked,explaining what they were trying to do.
"Let me try to remember," said Mrs. Landry. "Perhaps if I looked again atthe address as you have it, something might suggest itself to me."
They showed it to her, Arden writing it out from memory again.
"There seems to be no question but what this address is in New York,"Mrs. Landry went on, after several seconds of obvious concentration."Now, as to the street. From the way the address is written it must beNinth Street. It cannot be Nineteenth Street for there was no part of aword before the Ninth, was there?"
"No." The girls were agreed on that point.
"And it cannot have been Twenty-ninth, or Thirty-ninth or any of thehigher numbered streets in the pines. Because the word Ninth was too nearthe left side of the envelope. So I think it is safe to assume that NinthStreet was intended."
"Splendid!" exclaimed Arden. "Terry, your mother should be in entirecharge of this mystery investigation."
"Oh, no, my dear. None of that for me, if you please," Mrs. Landrylaughed.
"But you're helping us so!" murmured Sim.
"This may be no help at all, as it turns out. But I'll go on to the endas far as I can. We'll decide on Ninth Street. That, as you know, is atleast partly in what is, or was, the Greenwich Village section of NewYork.
"I think it safe to say there are Russians there. You know there areartists and writers living there and all sorts of odd tearooms, someundoubtedly of Russian character."
"Oh, we are coming on!" cried Arden. "What next, Mrs. Landry?"
"Well, I should say, from looking at this, that no house number was everput in front of the street. Whoever wrote this must have known that thel
etter would go to its destination without a house number on it. Thewriter must have sent other letters in the same way, trusting to the mailman knowing where to leave it."
"Some mail man!" commented Terry admiringly.
"But then Ninth Street may be a short one," said Mrs. Landry. "I can'tjust recollect about that, though I have been on it. At any rate, Ithink, in such a desperate case as this," and here she smiled slightly,"you would be justified in sending the telegram to the name you haveselected, with just Ninth Street, New York, as its destination. Thosetelegraph messenger boys are clever. One may know just where to take itor he may inquire of some Russian in the Village. The Russians areclannish, like all foreigners, and this person may be well known."
"Oh, I'm sure it's going to succeed now!" declared Arden.
"Of course!" murmured her chums, Sim adding:
"You write the telegram out now, Ard."
Arden wrote and read:
_"'Serg Uzlov. Ninth Street, New York City. Can you give us any information concerning Dimitri Uzlov? Very important. Anxious to get in touch with him. Telegraph my expense.'"_
"That's a lot more than ten words," remarked Sim.
"Who cares?" laughed Terry. "This may mean a lot. But you'll have to signsome name to it, won't you?"
"Could we use yours, Mrs. Landry?" asked Arden.
"Yes, I think so," Terry's mother answered after a moment of thought. "Itwill do no harm."
"Then we'll do it," decided Arden.
"I can hardly wait!" Sim cried excitedly. "Of course we couldn't go totown tonight?" she looked beseechingly at Mrs. Landry.
"Of course not, my dear young Watson," Terry's mother smiled as shereplied. "You sleuths have done quite enough for one day. Besides, thinkhow silly you'll feel if you find out nothing has happened at all."
"I suppose so," Terry reluctantly admitted. "But somehow, Mother, I thinkthere's something in this."
"You may be right," her mother agreed. "Nevertheless, your commandingofficer orders you all to bed."
Somewhat petulantly they kissed the jovial lady good-night and wentupstairs, but not to sleep till some time later, when, unable to stayawake any longer, they at last succumbed to the call of Morpheus.
But sleeping though they were, it was a fitful rest. Filled with dreamsof gold boxes, strange dark women, and telegrams. Once Arden cried out,"Tania! Tania!" and Sim gave her a sleepy nudge to wake her from herdream.
Arden sighed and rolled over. Morning was so long in coming. At lengththe smiling sun climbed up over the edge of the ocean and announced thebeginning of a new day.
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