Agent Nine Solves His First Case

A Story of the Daring Exploits of the G Men

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• Publisher: The Floating Press
• Year: 2016
• Topic: Literature
• eBook ISBN:
  9781776670994
• Subtopic: Crime & Mystery Literature
• Index: Literature

Chapter I - A Surprise Call

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Bob Houston, youthful clerk in the archives division of the War Department, drew his topcoat closer about him and shivered as he stepped out of the shelter of the apartment house entrance and faced the chill fall rain.

Going back to the office after a full day bent over a desk was no fun, but a job was a job, and Bob was thankful for even the small place he filled in the great machine of government.

The raw, beating rain swept into his face as he strode down the avenue. A cruising taxicab, hoping for a passenger, pulled along the curb, but Bob waved the vehicle away. Just then he had no extra funds to invest in taxi fare.

The avenue was deserted and Bob doubted if there would be many at work in the huge building where the archives division was sheltered.

At the end of a fifteen-minute walk Bob turned in at the entrance of a hulking gray structure. The night guard nodded as he recognized Bob and the clerk stepped through the doorway.

Bob paused in the warmth of the lobby and shook the water from his coat and hat. Fortunately he had worn rubbers so his feet were dry and he felt there was little chance of his catching cold.

The door behind him opened and a blast of raw air swirled into the lobby.

Bob turned quickly; then hurried to greet the newcomer.

"Hello Uncle Merritt," he cried. "I didn't expect to run into you down here tonight."

Merritt Hughes, one of the crack agents of the Department of Justice, smiled as he shook the rain from his hat.

"I was driving home when I caught a glimpse of you coming in here. Working tonight?"

"I've got at least two hours of work ahead of me," replied Bob.

"Anyone else going to be with you?" inquired his uncle.

"No, I'm alone."

"Good. I want to talk with you where there is no chance that we may be overheard."

Bob was tempted to ask what it was all about, but he knew that in good time his uncle would tell him.

They stepped into an automatic elevator and Bob pressed the control button.

There was a distinct resemblance between uncle and nephew. Merritt Hughes looked as though he might be Bob's older brother. He was well built, about five feet eight inches tall, and usually tipped the scales at 160 pounds, but there was no fat on his well conditioned body. His hair was a dull brown, but the keenness of his eyes made up for whatever coloring was lacking in his hair.

Bob was taller than his uncle and would outweigh him ten pounds. His hair was light and his pleasant blue eyes were alert to everything that was going on. Both had rather large and definite noses, and Bob often chided his uncle on that family trait.

The elevator stopped at the top floor and they stepped out. Another guard stopped them and Bob was forced to present his identification card. The small golden badge which his uncle displayed was sufficient to gain his admittance.

Bob's desk was in one wing of the archives division and they made their way there without loss of time. Bob took his uncle's topcoat and hung it beside his own. When he turned back to his desk, his uncle was seated on the other side, leaning back comfortably in a swivel chair.

"Still have the idea you'd like to join the bureau of investigation of the Department of Justice?" asked Merritt Hughes. The question was casual, almost offhand, and Bob wasn't sure that he had heard correctly.

"You're kidding me now," he grinned. "You know I'd like to get in the service, but I haven't a chance. Why, I'm not through with my college work, and they're only taking graduates now."

"I'm not kidding, Bob; I'm serious. I think there may be a chance for you to get in. Of course you'd have to finish your college work after you were in the department, but that wouldn't be too much of a handicap."

"I'll say it wouldn't," exulted Bob. "Now tell me what it's all about. The last time I talked to you about getting in, you gave me about as much encouragement as though I was suggesting a swim across the Atlantic ocean."

Merritt Hughes was a long time in answering, and when he finally spoke his voice was so low that anyone ten feet away would have been unable to hear his words.

"There's trouble and big trouble brewing right in this department," he said. "We don't know just exactly what is going to happen, but we must be prepared for any emergency."

Bob started to speak, but his uncle waved the words aside and went on.

"We could plant an agent here, but that might be too obvious. What we need is someone on the inside whom we can trust fully."

Bob, teetering on the edge of his chair, breathlessly waited for the next words.

"I'm counting on you to be the key in the intrigue that's going on right now in this building," said Merritt Hughes. "What about it?"

"You know you can rely on me," said Bob. "Why, I'd do almost anything, take almost any risk to get into the bureau of investigation of the Department of Justice."

"I know you would, Bob, but that isn't going to be necessary. All I want is someone who will keep his eyes open, listen to everything that is said around here, and report to me each night in detail. You know I wouldn't want you butting into something where you might get hurt."

"But I'm young and husky. I can take care of myself," protested Bob, his eyes reflecting his eagerness.

"Sure, I know you can, but after all I've got to look out for you. Your mother would never forgive me if any actual harm came to you while you were doing a little sleuthing for me."

There was a tender note in the voice of the agent, for it had devolved upon him to watch over Bob and his mother after the death of his sister's husband some six years before. He had been faithful to the trust and he had no intention now of placing Bob in any situation where there would be real jeopardy to his life.

"Go on, go on," urged Bob. "Tell me what I'm to watch for and what you suspect."

Instead of answering Merritt Hughes stepped to the door, opened it, made a careful survey of the hall, and then drew his chair closer to Bob.

Chapter II - An Empty Room

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"What do you know about the new radio developments which have been made recently by the War Department?" he asked.

Bob's surprise was reflected in the look which flashed across his face. There had been only the vaguest of rumors that startling radio advancements had been made by War Department engineers. It had been only thin talk in the department. The clerks mentioning it on several occasions when they had been alone.

"I've heard some talk that rather surprising advancements have been made," said Bob, "but there has been nothing definite known. Of course, some of the clerks have been talking about it."

"But no one has any definite information. As far as you know, the plans have not been filed in the vaults," Merritt Hughes was pressing hard for an answer, but Bob could only shake his head.

"This division handles most of the radio data," he said, "but nothing new has been placed in the vaults here for weeks. I'm simply cleaning up routine stuff."

"If new plans and data were filed, you might handle them," persisted his uncle.

"That's quite likely, but I wouldn't know the contents. Everything comes in under seal and with a key number and only the engineers know the key and the contents of the sealed package."

"Still, you might have a hunch when the papers are important?"

"I might. There is always talk in the department. But I would have no way of actually knowing what was going through my hands."

"I was afraid of that," admitted his uncle. "It makes things all the harder. If you only knew when the plans were going through you would be in a position to use every precaution."

"But I don't take any chances now," retorted Bob. "Extreme care is used with every single batch of plans that are sent over by the engineers."

"Oh, I didn't mean that you were careless, Bob," smiled the Department of Justice agent. "I only meant that if you knew when radio secrets were going through you could use additional care and set up extra precautions."

"You must be afraid something is going to be stolen."

"That's exactly what is troubling me," confessed his uncle, "and I'm afraid that unknowingly you may be involved. I don't want you to get caught in a trap if I can help it. That's why I stopped here tonight. I wanted to have this talk with you, to warn you that there have been important discoveries by the engineers and that they may be through in a few days. From now on watch every single document that is sent through your hands. Don't let it out of your sight from the moment it is delivered to you until you have filed it and placed it properly in the vaults. Understand?"

Bob, his face grave, nodded. "I'll see that nothing like that happens. But who could be after these new plans?"

Merritt Hughes shrugged his shoulders.

"Bob, if I could answer that question this problem would be comparatively simple. The answer may be right here in this department; again it may be some outside force that we can only guess at."

"Are you working alone on this case?" Bob continued.

A shadow of a frown passed over Merritt Hughes' face.

"I wish I were; I'd feel more sure of my ground."

"That means Condon Adams is also on the job," put in Bob, for he knew of the sharp feeling between his uncle and Adams, another ace operative of the bureau of investigation. They had been together on several cases and at every opportunity Adams had tried to obtain all of the credit for the successful outcome of their efforts. He was both unpleasant and ruthless, but he had a faculty of getting results, and Bob knew that for this reason alone he was able to retain his position.

The fact that Condon Adams was on the case placed a different light on it for Bob, for Adams had a nephew, Tully Ross, who was in the archives division of the department with Bob. There was nothing in common between the two young men. Tully was short of stature, with a thick chest and short, powerful arms. His eyebrows were dark and heavy, set close above his rather small eyes, and his whole face reflected an innate cruelty that Bob knew must exist. If Condon Adams was also on the case, it meant that Tully Ross would be doing his best to help his uncle for like Bob, Tully was intent upon getting into the bureau of investigation.

Bob's lips snapped into a thin, firm line. All right, if that was the way it was to be, he'd see that Tully had a good fight.

Merritt Hughes smiled a little grimly.

"Thinking about Tully Ross?" he asked.

Bob nodded.

"Then you know what we're up against. It's two against two and if you and I win I'm sure that I can get you into the bureau. If we don't, then Tully may go up. What do you say?"

"I say that we're going to win," replied Bob, and there was stern determination in his words.

"That's the way to feel. Keep up that kind of spirit and you'll get in the bureau before you know it. In the meantime, don't let any tricks get away from you in this routine. Watch every document that comes into your hands and let me know at the slightest unusual happening in this division."

"I'll even put eyes in the back of my head," grinned Bob as his uncle stood up and donned his topcoat.

"How long will you work tonight?" asked Merritt Hughes as he opened the door which gave access to the hallway.

"Probably two hours; maybe even three."

"Watch yourself. Goodnight."

Then he was gone and Bob was alone in the high-vaulted room where the rays from the light on his desk failed to penetrate into the deep shadows and a strange feeling of premonition crept over him. For a moment he felt that someone was watching him and to dispel this feeling he turned on the glaring top lights.

The room was empty!

Chapter III - Bob Has a Visitor

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Bob turned off the top lights and returned to his desk, which was one of half a dozen in the long and rather narrow room at one corner of the building.

As he sat down he could hear the beat of the rain against the window and looking out could see, through the curtain of water, the dimmed lights of the sprawling city. On a clear night the view was awe-inspiring, but on this night his only thought was to complete his work and to return to the warmth and comfort of his own room.

Bob delved into the pile of papers whic...

Table of contents

• AGENT NINE SOLVES HIS FIRST CASE
• Contents
• Chapter I - A Surprise Call
• Chapter II - An Empty Room
• Chapter III - Bob Has a Visitor
• Chapter IV - The Door Moves
• Chapter V - A Sliver of Steel
• Chapter VI - In the Darkened Room
• Chapter VII - Sirens in the Night
• Chapter VIII - The Paper Vanishes
• Chapter IX - Suspicions
• Chapter X - On the Ledge
• Chapter XI - Strained Tempers
• Chapter XII - Steps in the Hall
• Chapter XIII - Bob Fights Back
• Chapter XIV - Special Agent Nine
• Chapter XV - A Real Job Ahead
• Chapter XVI - In Bob's Room
• Chapter XVII - The Radio Secret
• Chapter XVIII - Meager Hopes
• Chapter XIX - The Missing Paper
• Chapter XX - On a Lonely Street
• Chapter XXI - Shots in the Night
• Chapter XXII - The Lone Struggle
• Chapter XXIII - Anxious Hours
• Chapter XXIV - A Solitary Hand
• Chapter XXV - The First Clue
• Chapter XXVI - A Break for Bob
• Chapter XXVII - Action Ahead
• Chapter XXVIII - Waste Paper
• Chapter XXIX - Into the Air
• Chapter XXX - On the East Shore
• Chapter XXXI - The Chase Ends
• Chapter XXXII - "Federal Agent"