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The Truth Detector
"You haven't heard--no one outside has heard--of the strange illness and the robbery of
my employer, Mr. Mansfield--'Diamond Jack' Mansfield, you know."
Our visitor was a slight, very pretty, but extremely nervous girl, who had given us a card
bearing the name Miss Helen Grey.
"Illness--robbery?" repeated Kennedy, at once interested and turning a quick glance at
I shrugged my shoulders in the negative. Neither the Star nor any of the other papers had
had a word about it.
"Why, what's the trouble?" he continued to Miss Grey.
"You see," she explained, hurrying on, "I'm Mr. Mansfield's private secretary, and--oh,
Professor Kennedy, I don't know, but I'm afraid it is a case for a detective rather than a
doctor." She paused a moment and leaned forward nearer to us. "I think he has been
The words themselves were startling enough without the evident perturbation of the girl.
Whatever one might think, there was no doubt that she firmly believed what she
professed to fear. More than that, I fancied I detected a deeper feeling in her tone than
merely loyalty to her employer.
"Diamond Jack" Mansfield was known in Wall Street as a successful promoter, on the
White Way as an assiduous first-nighter, in the sporting fraternity as a keen plunger. But
of all his hobbies, none had gained him more notoriety than his veritable passion for
collecting diamonds.
He came by his sobriquet honestly. I remembered once having seen him, and he was, in
fact, a walking De Beers mine. For his personal adornment, more than a million dollars'
worth of gems did relay duty. He had scores of sets, every one of them fit for a king of
diamonds. It was a curious hobby for a great, strong man, yet he was not alone in his love
of and sheer affection for things beautiful. Not love of display or desire to attract notice
to himself had prompted him to collect diamonds, but the mere pleasure of owning them,
of associating with them. It was a hobby.
It was not strange, therefore, to suspect that Mansfield might, after all, have been the
victim of some kind of attack. He went about with perfect freedom, in spite of the
knowledge that crooks must have possessed about his hoard.
"What makes you think he has been poisoned?" asked Kennedy, betraying no show of
doubt that Miss Grey might be right.