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It may be objected that the writer has prepared here a text…book

for the shrewd knave。  To this it is answered that; if he instructs

the enemies; he also warns the friends of law and order; and that

Evil has never yet been stronger because the sun shone on it。





'See Lord Hale's Rule; Russell on Crimes。  For the law in New York

see 18th N。 Y。 Reports; 179; also N。 Y。 Reports; 49; page 137。  The

doctrine there laid down obtains in almost every State; with the

possible exception of a few Western States; where the decisions are

muddy。'







The Corpus Delicti





I





〃That man Mason;〃 said Samuel Walcott; 〃is the mysterious member of

this club。  He is more than that; he is the mysterious man of New

York。〃



〃I was much surprised to see him;〃 answered his companion; Marshall

St。 Clair; of the great law firm of Seward; St。 Clair & De Muth。

〃I had lost track of him since he went to Paris as counsel for the

American stockholders of the Canal Company。  When did he come back

to the States?〃



〃He turned up suddenly in his ancient haunts about four months

ago;〃 said Walcott; 〃as grand; gloomy; and peculiar as Napoleon

ever was in his palmiest days。  The younger members of the club

call him 'Zanona Redivivus。'  He wanders through the house usually

late at night; apparently without noticing anything or anybody。

His mind seems to be deeply and busily at work; leaving his bodily

self to wander as it may happen。  Naturally; strange stories are

told of him; indeed; his individuality and his habit of doing some

unexpected thing; and doing it in such a marvelously original

manner that men who are experts at it look on in wonder; cannot

fail to make him an object of interest。



〃He has never been known to play at any game whatever; and yet one

night he sat down to the chess table with old Admiral Du Brey。  You

know the Admiral is the great champion since he beat the French and

English officers in the tournament last winter。  Well; you also

know that the conventional openings at chess are scientifically and

accurately determined。  To the utter disgust of Du Brey; Mason

opened the game with an unheard…of attack from the extremes of the

board。  The old Admiral stopped and; in a kindly patronizing way;

pointed out the weak and absurd folly of his move and asked him to

begin again with some one of the safe openings。  Mason smiled and

answered that if one had a head that he could trust he should use

it; if not; then it was the part of wisdom to follow blindly the

dead forms of some man who had a head。  Du Brey was naturally angry

and set himself to demolish Mason as quickly as possible。  The game

was rapid for a few moments。  Mason lost piece after piece。  His

opening was broken and destroyed and its utter folly apparent to

the lookers…on。  The Admiral smiled and the game seemed all one…

sided; when; suddenly; to his utter horror; Du Brey found that his

king was in a trap。  The foolish opening had been only a piece of

shrewd strategy。  The old Admiral fought and cursed and sacrificed

his pieces; but it was of no use。  He was gone。  Mason checkmated

him in two moves and arose wearily。



〃'Where in Heaven's name; man;' said the old Admiral;

thunderstruck; 'did you learn that masterpiece?'



〃'Just here;' replied Mason。  'To play chess; one should know his

opponent。  How could the dead masters lay down rules by which you

could be beaten; sir?  They had never seen you'; and thereupon he

turned and left the room。  Of course; St。 Clair; such a strange man

would soon become an object of all kinds of mysterious rumors。

Some are true and some are not。  At any rate; I know that Mason is

an unusual man with a gigantic intellect。  Of late he seems to have

taken a strange fancy to me。  In fact; I seem to be the only member

of the club that he will talk with; and I confess that he startles

and fascinates me。  He is an original genius; St。 Clair; of an

unusual order。〃



〃I recall vividly;〃 said the younger man; 〃that before Mason went

to Paris he was considered one of the greatest lawyers of this city

and he was feared and hated by the bar at large。  He came here; I

believe; from Virginia and began with the high…grade criminal

practice。  He soon became famous for his powerful and ingenious

defenses。  He found holes in the law through which his clients

escaped; holes that by the profession at large were not suspected

to exist; and that frequently astonished the judges。  His ability

caught the attention of the great corporations。  They tested him

and found in him learning and unlimited resources。  He pointed out

methods by which they could evade obnoxious statutes; by which they

could comply with the apparent letter of the law and yet violate

its spirit; and advised them well in that most important of all

things; just how far they could bend the law without breaking it。

At the time he left for Paris he had a vast clientage and was in

the midst of a brilliant career。  The day he took passage from New

York; the bar lost sight of him。  No matter how great a man may be;

the wave soon closes over him in a city like this。  In a few years

Mason was forgotten。  Now only the older practitioners would recall

him; and they would do so with hatred and bitterness。  He was a

tireless; savage; uncompromising fighter; always a recluse。〃



〃Well;〃 said Walcott; 〃he reminds me of a great world…weary cynic;

transplanted from some ancient mysterious empire。  When I come into

the man's presence I feel instinctively the grip of his intellect。

I tell you; St。 Clair; Randolph Mason is the mysterious man of New

York。〃



At this moment a messenger boy came into the room and handed Mr。

Walcott a telegram。  〃St。 Clair;〃 said that gentleman; rising; 〃the

directors of the Elevated are in session; and we must hurry。〃  The

two men put on their coats and left the house。



Samuel Walcott was not a club man after the manner of the Smart

Set; and yet he was in fact a club man。  He was a bachelor in the

latter thirties; and resided in a great silent house on the avenue。

On the street he was a man of substance; shrewd and progressive;

backed by great wealth。  He had various corporate interests in the

larger syndicates; but the basis and foundation of his fortune was

real estate。  His houses on the avenue were the best possible

property; and his elevator row in the importers' quarter was indeed

a literal gold mine。  It was known that; many years before; his

grandfather had died and left him the property; which; at that

time; was of no great value。  Young Walcott had gone out into the

gold…fields and had been lost sight of and forgotten。  Ten years

afterwards he had turned up suddenly in New York and taken

possession of his property; then vastly increased in value。  His

speculations were almost phenomenally successful; and; backed by

the now enormous value of his real property; he was soon on a level

with the merchant princes。  His judgme
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