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                    BY RODRIGUES OTTOLENGUI


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                          G. P. PUTNAM'S SONS

                           NEW YORK & LONDON




                              FINAL PROOF
                                   OR
                         THE VALUE OF EVIDENCE


                                   BY
                             R. OTTOLENGUI


       AUTHOR OF "AN ARTIST IN CRIME," "A CONFLICT OF EVIDENCE,"
                    "THE CRIME OF THE CENTURY," ETC.


                             [Illustration]


                          G. P. PUTNAM'S SONS
                          NEW YORK AND LONDON
                        The Knickerbocker Press
                                  1898




                            Copyright, 1898
                                   BY
                          G. P. PUTNAM'S SONS
                  Entered at Stationers' Hall, London


                   The Knickerbocker Press, New York




                               PREFATORY


The first meeting between Mr. Barnes, the detective, and Robert Leroy
Mitchel, the gentleman who imagines himself to be able to outdo
detectives in their own line of work, was fully set forth in the
narrative entitled _An Artist in Crime_. Subsequently the two men
occupied themselves with the solution of a startling murder mystery, the
details of which were recorded in _The Crime of the Century_. The
present volume contains the history of several cases which attracted
their attention in the interval between those already given to the
world, the first having occured shortly after the termination of the
events in _An Artist in Crime_, and the others in the order here given,
so that in a sense these stories are continuous and interdependent.

                                                               R. O.




                                CONTENTS


                                                            PAGE

                                   I
        THE PHOENIX OF CRIME                                   1

                                   II
        THE MISSING LINK                                     132

                                  III
        THE NAMELESS MAN                                     151

                                   IV
        THE MONTEZUMA EMERALD                                169

                                   V
        A SINGULAR ABDUCTION                                 189

                                   VI
        THE AZTEC OPAL                                       210

                                  VII
        THE DUPLICATE HARLEQUIN                              230

                                  VIII
        THE PEARLS OF ISIS                                   261

                                   IX
        A PROMISSORY NOTE                                    294

                                   X
        A NOVEL FORGERY                                      325

                                   XI
        A FROSTY MORNING                                     341

                                  XII
        A SHADOW OF PROOF                                    365




                              FINAL PROOF

                                   OR

                         THE VALUE OF EVIDENCE




                              FINAL PROOF

                                   I

                          THE PHOENIX OF CRIME

                                   I


Mr. Mitchel was still at breakfast one morning, when the card of Mr.
Barnes was brought to him by his man Williams.

"Show Mr. Barnes in here," said he. "I imagine that he must be in a
hurry to see me, else he would not call so early."

A few minutes later the detective entered, saying:

"It is very kind of you to let me come in without waiting. I hope that I
am not intruding."

"Not at all. As to being kind, why I am kind to myself. I knew you must
have something interesting on hand to bring you around so early, and I
am proportionately curious; at the same time I hate to go without my
coffee, and I do not like to drink it too fast, especially good coffee,
and this is good, I assure you. Draw up and have a cup, for I observe
that you came off in such a hurry this morning that you did not get
any."

"Why, thank you, I will take some, but how do you know that I came off
in a hurry and had no coffee at home? It seems to me that if you can
tell that, you are becoming as clever as the famous Sherlock Holmes."

"Oh, no, indeed! You and I can hardly expect to be as shrewd as the
detectives of romance. As to my guessing that you have had no coffee,
that is not very troublesome. I notice three drops of milk on your coat,
and one on your shoe, from which I deduce, first, that you have had no
coffee, for a man who has his coffee in the morning is not apt to drink
a glass of milk besides. Second, you must have left home in a hurry, or
you would have had that coffee. Third, you took your glass of milk at
the ferry-house of the Staten Island boat, probably finding that you had
a minute to spare; this is evident because the milk spots on the tails
of your frock-coat and on your shoe show that you were standing when you
drank, and leaned over to avoid dripping the fluid on your clothes. Had
you been seated, the coat tails would have been spread apart, and
drippings would have fallen on your trousers. The fact that in spite of
your precautions the accident did occur, and yet escaped your notice, is
further proof, not only of your hurry, but also that your mind was
abstracted,--absorbed no doubt with the difficult problem about which
you have come to talk with me. How is my guess?"

"Correct in every detail. Sherlock Holmes could have done no better. But
we will drop him and get down to my case, which, I assure you, is more
astounding than any, either in fact or fiction, that has come to my
knowledge."

"Go ahead! Your opening argument promises a good play. Proceed without
further waste of words."

"First, then, let me ask you, have you read the morning's papers?"

"Just glanced through the death reports, but had gotten no further when
you came in."

"There is one death report, then, that has escaped your attention,
probably because the notice of it occupies three columns. It is another
metropolitan mystery. Shall I read it to you? I glanced through it in
bed this morning and found it so absorbing that, as you guessed, I
hurried over here to discuss it with you, not stopping to get my
breakfast."

"In that case you might better attack an egg or two, and let me read the
article myself."

Mr. Mitchel took the paper from Mr. Barnes, who pointed out to him the
article in question, which, under appropriate sensational headlines,
read as follows:

                   *       *       *       *       *

"The account of a most astounding mystery is reported to-day for the
first time, though the body of the deceased, now thought to have been
murdered, was taken from the East River several days ago. The facts are
as follows. On Tuesday last, at about six o'clock in the morning,
several boys were enjoying an early swim in the river near Eighty-fifth
Street, when one who had made a deep dive, on reaching the surface
scrambled out of the water, evidently terrified. His companions crowded
about him asking what he had seen, and to them he declared that there
was a 'drownded man down there.' This caused the boys to lose all
further desire to go into the water, and while they hastily scrambled
into their clothes they discussed the situation, finally deciding that
the proper course would be to notify the police, one boy, however, wiser
than the others, declaring that he 'washed his hands of the affair' if
they should do so, because he was not 'going to be held as no witness.'
In true American fashion, nevertheless, the majority ruled, and in a
body the boys marched to the station-house and reported their discovery.
Detectives were sent to investigate, and after dragging the locality for
half an hour the body of a man was drawn out of the water. The corpse
was taken to the Morgue, and the customary red tape was slowly unwound.
At first the police thought that it was a case of accidental drowning,
no marks of violence having been found on the body, which had evidently
been in the water but a few hours. Thus no special report of the case
was made in the press. Circumstances have developed at the autopsy,
however, which make it probable that New Yorkers are to be treated to
another of the wonderful mysteries which occur all too frequently in the
metropolis. The first point of significance is the fact, on which all
the surgeons agree, that the man was dead when placed in the water.
Secondly, the doctors claim that he died of disease, and not from any
cause which would point to a crime. This conclusion seems highly
improbable, for who would throw into the water the body of one who had
died naturally, and with what object could such a singular course have
been pursued? Indeed this claim of the doctors is so preposterous that a
second examination of the body has been ordered, and will occur to-day,
when several of our most prominent surgeons will be present. The third,
and by far the most extraordinary circumstance, is the alleged
identification of the corpse. It seems that one of the surgeons
officiating at the first autopsy was attracted by a peculiar mark upon
the face of the corpse. At first it was thought that this was merely a
bruise caused by something striking the body while in the water, but a
closer examination proved it to be a skin disease known as 'lichen.' It
appears that there are several varieties of this disease, some of which
are quite well known. That found on the face of the corpse, however, is
a very rare form, only two other cases having been recorded in this
country. This is a fact of the highest importance in relation to the
events which have followed. Not unnaturally, the doctors became greatly
interested. One of these, Dr. Elliot, the young surgeon who first
examined it closely, having never seen any examples of lichen before,
spoke of it that evening at a meeting of his medical society. Having
looked up the literature relating to the disease in the interval, he was
enabled to give the technical name of this very rare form of the
disease. At this, another physician present arose, and declared that it
seemed to him a most extraordinary coincidence that this case had been
reported, for he himself had recently treated an exactly similar
condition for a patient who had finally died, his death having occurred
within a week. A lengthy and of course very technical