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Nobody who read the newspapers three years ago could have helpedknowing who Grace Callender was; and if they forgot, she wouldcertainly have been recalled to their minds a year and a half later.I, at least, had not forgotten. I owed to the "Callender-GrahamTragedy" one detail which had helped to make the success of my novel,and had suggested its name, The Key. Miss Callender was (and is) anAmerican heiress, but England has its own reasons for being interestedin American heiresses. Therefore, at the time of the two greatsensational events in Grace Callender's life, London papers gave longparagraphs to the story.
This mystery was one of two which had clouded Maida's life. From thesecond had come her great trouble; and she did not see that between thetwo could exist any connection. When I heard the rest of the history,however, I differed from her. Some link there might be, I thought; andif I were to help, it must be my business to find it.
It's an ill wind that blows nobody good, and Morosini must have praisedthe saints for my illness when he found it giving him the chance hewould have bought with half a year of life. He was going to thethirteenth floor of the sacred Priscilla Alden; and on that floor wasNella Teano!
Meanwhile, in my room, while I lay in a half-doze on the bed, thedoctor listened to Teano's story of my sudden seizure. The medicinebottle was found and produced, and as I had mentioned my visit toThorne, the detective could supply some information. The New Yorkdoctor got into communication with the Long Island man over the 'phone,and thus started the train which enabled us later to make valuabledeductions. The bandaged patient had doubtless tampered with thebottle in the shelter of his automobile, and remained at the pharmacyuntil the return of his chauffeur. The nature of the added ingredientwas discovered eventually by analysis; and had I taken one more of thedoses directed by Dr. Thorne, nothing could have saved my life. As itwas, the effects were temporary; and when some nauseous stuff had beenpoured down my throat, increasing the heart action, consciousness ofsurroundings came like the waking from a dream. Teano it was who hadrun out with the hotel doctor's prescription and returned with it madeup. So great had been his haste that Nella's appeal detained him ather window only for an instant. He had no time to give help, for mylife might depend on promptness, but he promised aid later.
"Shrine" was indeed rather an appropriate name; since it containedtreasures which formed the sole link between the girl and her lostpast. She had been brought, a child of four, by her dying mother tothe father of Roger Odell, and her sole possessions had been a coupleof miniatures, a curious Egyptian fetish, and an Egyptian mummy in afine, painted mummy-case. The miniatures had been enlarged intolife-size portraits of Maida's mother and a man in the uniform of aBritish officer, whom she believed to be her father. Both portraitshung on the wall of the "shrine," together with one of Roger Odell,Senior. These, with the mummy-case, were the sole contents of the room.
I knew it would be useless to ask the fellow whether the room had beenoccupied since the departure of the caravan which first brought thewhite camel. He would lie if it suited him to lie: and if there wereanything to find out, I must find it out for myself. Never in my life,however, had I felt so strong an impression as I felt now that Maida'swish, Maida's prayers, had brought me to this place. I was certainthat she had at last suspected treachery in the woman she hadworshipped: that she had prayed I might follow and search for her: thatshe had made friends with the white camel in order to add a souvenir ofherself to his neck-adornment: that she had some reason to hope hemight be left behind at this desert borg when she continued herjourney: that she had been in this room (where I seemed distinctly tofeel her presence) and that something had happened there which thelandlord either knew or suspected. Anyhow, the white camel knew, and Isaid to myself that I would give all I had in the world if the animal'shalf-crazyed intelligence could communicate its knowledge to me. 2b1af7f3a8
