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The Lost House
The Lost House
by Richard Harding Davis
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I
It was a dull day at the chancellery。 His Excellency the American
Ambassador was absent in Scotland； unveiling a bust to Bobby Burns；
paid for by the numerous lovers of that poet in Pittsburg； the First
Secretary was absent at Aldershot； observing a sham battle； the Military
Attache was absent at the Crystal Palace； watching a foot…ball match； the
Naval Attache was absent at the Duke of Deptford's； shooting pheasants；
and at the Embassy； the Second Secretary； having lunched leisurely at the
Artz； was now alone； but prepared with his life to protect American
interests。 Accordingly； on the condition that the story should not be traced
back to him； he had just confided a State secret to his young friend； Austin
Ford； the London correspondent of the New York REPUBLIC。
〃I will cable it；〃 Ford reassured him； 〃as coming from a Hungarian
diplomat； temporarily residing in Bloomsbury； while en route to his post in
Patagonia。 In that shape； not even your astute chief will suspect its real
source。 And further from the truth than that I refuse to go。〃
〃What I dropped in to ask；〃 he continued； 〃is whether the English are
going to send over a polo team next summer to try to bring back the cup？〃
〃I've several other items of interest；〃 suggested the Secretary。
〃The week…end parties to which you have been invited；〃 Ford objected；
〃can wait。 Tell me first what chance there is for an international polo
match。〃
〃Polo；〃 sententiously began the Second Secretary； who himself was a
crackerjack at the game； 〃is a proposition of ponies！ Men can be trained
for polo。 But polo ponies must be born。 Without good ponies〃
James； the page who guarded the outer walls； of the chancellery；
appeared in the doorway。
〃Please； Sir； a person；〃 he announced； with a note for the Ambassador
says it's important。〃
〃Tell him to leave it； said the Secretary。 〃Polo ponies〃
〃Yes； Sir；〃 interrupted the page。 〃But 'e won't leave it； not unless he
keeps the 'arf…crown。〃
〃For Heaven's sake！〃 protested the Second Secretary； 〃then let him
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keep the half…crown。 When I say polo ponies； I don't mean〃
James； although alarmed at his own temerity； refused to accept the
dismissal。 〃But； please； Sir；〃 he begged； 〃I think the 'arf…crown is for the
Ambassador。〃
The astonished diplomat gazed with open eyes。
〃You thinkWHAT！〃 he exclaimed。
James； upon the defensive； explained breathlessly。
〃Because； Sir；〃 he stammered； 〃it was INSIDE the note when it was
thrown out of the window。〃
Ford had been sprawling in a soft leather chair in front of the open fire。
With the privilege of an old school…fellow and college classmate； he bad
been jabbing the soft coal with his walking…stick； causing it to burst into
tiny flames。 His cigarette drooped from his lips； his hat was cocked over
one eye； he was a picture of indifference； merging upon boredom。 But at
the words of the boy his attitude both of mind and body underwent an
instant change。 It was as though he were an actor； and the words 〃thrown
from the window 〃 were his cue。 It was as though he were a dozing fox…
terrier； and the voice of his master had whispered in his ear： Sick'em！〃
For a moment； with benign reproach； the Second Secretary regarded
the unhappy page； and then addressed him with laborious sarcasm。
〃James；〃 he said； 〃people do not communicate with ambassadors in
notes wrapped around half…crowns and hurled from windows。 That is the
way one corresponds with an organ…grinder。〃 Ford sprang to his feet。
〃And meanwhile；〃 he exclaimed angrily； 〃the man will get away。〃
Without seeking permission； he ran past James； and through the empty
outer offices。 In two minutes he returned； herding before him an individual；
seedy and soiled。 In appearance the man suggested that in life his place
was to support a sandwich…board。 Ford reluctantly relinquished his hold
upon a folded paper which he laid in front of the Secretary。
〃This man；〃 he explained； 〃picked that out of the gutter in Sowell
Street； It's not addressed to any one； so you read it！〃
I thought it was for the Ambassador！〃 said the Secretary。
The soiled person coughed deprecatingly； and pointed a dirty digit at
the paper。 〃On the inside；〃 he suggested。 The paper was wrapped around a
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half…crown and folded in at each end。 The diplomat opened it hesitatingly；
but having read what was written； laughed。
〃There's nothing in THAT；〃 he exclaimed。 He passed the note to Ford。
The reporter fell upon it eagerly。
The note was written in pencil on an unruled piece of white paper。 The
handwriting was that of a woman。 What Ford read was：
〃I am a prisoner in the street on which this paper is found。 The house
faces east。 I think I am on the top story。 I was brought here three weeks
ago。 They are trying to kill me。 My uncle； Charles Ralph Pearsall； is doing
this to get my money。 He is at Gerridge's Hotel in Craven Street； Strand。
He will tell you I am insane。 My name is Dosia Pearsall Dale。 My home is
at Dalesville； Kentucky； U。 S。 A。 Everybody knows me there； and knows I
am not insane。 If you would save a life take this at once to the American
Embassy； or to Scotland Yard。 For God's sake； help me。〃
When he had read the note； Ford continue to study it。 Until he was
quite sure his voice would not betray his interest； he did not raise his eyes。
〃Why；〃 he asked； 〃did you say that there's nothing in this？〃
〃Because；〃 returned the diplomat conclusively； 〃we got a note like that；
or nearly like it； a week ago； and〃
Ford could not restrain a groan。 〃And you never told me！〃
〃There wasn't anything to tell；〃 protested the diplomat。 〃We handed it
over to the police； and they reported there was nothing in it。 They couldn't
find the man at that hotel； and； of course； they couldn't find the house with
no more to go on than〃
〃And so；〃 exclaimed Ford rudely； 〃they decided there was no man； and
no house！〃
〃Their theory；〃 continued the Secretary patiently； 〃is that the girl is
confined in one of the numerous private sanatoriums in Sowell Street； that
she is insane； that because she's under restraint she IMAGINES the nurses
are trying to kill her and that her relatives are after her money。 Insane
people are always thinking that。 It's a very common delusion。〃
Ford's eyes were shining with a wicked joy。 〃So；〃 he asked
indifferently； 〃you don't intend to do anything further？〃
〃What do you want us to do？〃 cried his friend。 〃Ring every door…bell
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in Sowell Street and ask the parlor…maid if they're murdering a lady on the
top story？〃
〃Can I keep the paper？〃 demanded Ford。 〃You can keep a copy of it；〃
consented the Secretary。 〃But if you think you're on the track of a big
newspaper sensation； I can tell you now you're not。 That's the work of a
crazy woman； or it's a hoax。 You amateur detectives〃
Ford was already seated at the table； scribbling a copy of the message；
and making marginal notes。
〃Who brought the FIRST paper ？〃 he interrupted。
〃A hansom…cab driver。〃
〃What became of HIM？ 〃 snapped the amateur detective。
The Secretary looked inquiringly at James。 〃He drove away；〃 said
James。
〃He drove away； did he？〃' roared Ford。 〃And that was a week ago！ Ye
gods！ What about Dalesville； Kentucky？ Did you cable any one there？〃
The dignity of the diplomat was becoming ruffled。
〃We did not！〃 he answered。 〃If it wasn't true that her uncle was at that
hotel； it was probably equally untrue that she had friends in America。〃
〃But；〃 retorted his friend； 〃you didn't forget to cable the
