the tale outside the realm of fiction. He was a calm man, used to facing danger, and not one to be easily deceived or frightened. "Great Scott!" said Moore, "you must have had a fine time. Tell us about it. It must have been what the boys call a 'lalapazooza' of a time." I had to smile at my friend, able and successful, and already a professional man of reputation, but ever fond of an occasional slang expression as a relief from the care with which he was usually burdened. He was well to do, but had been no idler, and knew the meaning of hard work. "Yes," said Oakes, "I had a fine time." At this moment the telephone on the desk rang, and Oakes reached forward and placed the receiver to his ear. After a few words of business he replaced it, but I felt a curious sensation of something missing, something unusual. His hand had shot forward toward the hook and deposited the receiver thereon in one quick, instantaneous movement. The action had been so [Pg 30] exact that the contact had given rise to no sound save the after-tinkle of the bell. Moore noticed it too, and looked at me, as much as to say: "How was that, for measuring distance?" [Pg 30] Then Oakes wheeled so as to face us again. "Excuse me for the interruption. Now I will tell you my story in a few words." [Pg 31] [Pg 31] CHAPTER III Oakes's Experience Oakes began: "Mandel & Sturgeon gave me a letter to the chief care-taker, Cook, and I went to Mona as Clark, their agent, giving as an excuse for my presence there that Mr. Odell Mark contemplated making radical alterations in the Mansion before returning to it. Cook and his wife opened that portion of the Mansion which I thought best adapted for my temporary residence—about half of the place, I should say. I spent a few quiet days looking around the estate and the house. I was always on guard, however, lest I appear
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