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bottles emptied were thrown to the fire. The labels, on
the real culture again, were put where they would seem
to clear someone by incriminating him through
circumstantial position in the racks. Really, though, they
had a different purpose.”

He startled all but Roger.

“The appearance was that the man whose rack they

occupied was being persecuted. In reality, he did it
himself, to make me suspect every other staff man.”

“Not Doctor Ryder!” Millman gasped.

“You have named the culprit.”

“But he’s poisoned, in the hospital——”

Grover went right on, ignoring Ellison’s shout.

“He confused us by ‘stealing’ the rats, and in other

ways, because he wanted us to think of every possibility
but the real one.”

“And that was?——” prompted Hope.

“He wanted us to help him take a false imitation of the

Eye of Om to a Tibetan temple, replace it for the true
one, which he could then sell for a great sum. In other
words, what we thought we were doing, helping restore
the true jewel, was exactly the reverse!

“We innocently helped remove the True Eye of Om!”

235
 Chapter 40
THE MYSTERY WIZARD’S SOLUTION

While the beast shackled in the chair kept up its hoarse

growls and struggles, Grover outlined, for the benefit—it
seemed—of a kangaroo—or the one in the chair—his
deductions.

“Was that clever? You know it was. To plan to steal a

sacred gem under the pretext of replacing a fake one
with the true Eye.”

Roger had not guessed that, nor, by the exclamations,

had the rest of the group—or most of them.

“The mystery of the white rats, supposed to be deadly

menaces because we thought they were inoculated with
germs of a spinal malady, got our attention turned to
every possible idea but the real one.

“To add to our consternation, give a ghostly touch with

the animal ‘spooks’ on a film, this clever thief made a
record of what he recalled about the Tibetan Buddha’s
‘Voice of Doom.’ Like most criminals, he overshot his
mark, adding the grind of rocks, when in truth there
was no such grind. The sound was caused by wind,
always howling across the Himalayas, coming through a
wind-tunnel cut in rock from the base of a cliff to the
lamasery temple on its crest.
“He made a record, with moans, cries and groans, and
added the effect of the rock closing, from his
imagination of what would be right.”

That record he had managed to slip onto their own 236

recorder-reproducer machine, with a hookup which
Roger knew all about, Grover went on. The weird
manifestation had startled them, while watching for the
man, one night. With a Balsa-wood speaker hidden flat
on a dusty shelf, he had caused a spooky voice to draw
them up where the prepared film, in a can carefully re-
sealed, was handy to be taken and, later, developed, to
complicate mysteries further with the spooky animals,
he added.

“That was all for the reason that he had to bring in

Tibet, logically,” went on Grover, “he had to prepare us
for the fact that he was in danger from the Tibetan
vengeance. Of course, by this time, the staff knows, as
we do, who I refer to.”

Of course, Roger decided. The others nodded. Who, but

the guilty man he accused, could be meant? He had
said the man was menaced.

“Doctor Ryder was the only one who claimed he was

threatened,” said Millman, “and I suspected Roger of
playing jokes!”

“Well, I suspected you when you came to my room,”

retorted the youthful listener.

“And I did not know whom to suspect,” Grover took up

his story. “Clues pointed this way and that. Appearances
are easily falsified and I tried to dig past them to truth—
only, I lacked the right hint, and never dreamed that a
gem was to be stolen under the pretext of restoring it!
That was easily planned, for once the gem had been
seen, perhaps photographed with a watch-camera or
some small photographic device, a man like Clark,
working with him for a share of the profit from various
gem sales, could reproduce in imitation the green
jewel.”

Toby, he inferred—and the youth eagerly attested the 237

truth of the inference—had been paid well, being a
former helper at the Clark store on Fifth Avenue, but
out of work—had been paid to sell the supposedly “real”
Eye, its facsimile, for an absurd amount, as he had
accepted a movie camera.

“I fell into the lure,” Grover hurried along, “because, for

a time, the Tibetan Voice of Doom manifestation, and
the robbery of our safe, confused me. It was easy to do
that last by de-fusing our cellar switch-boxes, a point I
had never thought of. Scientists, like criminals—or
average people—trip up often enough on some minor
point in a plan.”

Because the radio would allow him to be in touch, and

for the sake of the travel, adventure and scientific aid
Roger would get and give, his older cousin confessed
that he had been glad to see Roger help the supposed
replacement of a sacred relic.

“Clark was brought in cleverly by use of a record. It was

the same one that had been used for the Voice here,
and when the needle was dropped onto the unused
part, it made a thump that was one of the sounds of a
series of clues which puzzled Roger and me, because
the appearance was that it was all one recording.
“The trip to Tibet went off as scheduled. Roger, really a
sort of ‘bait’ because of his youth, was, as hoped, taken
up to the lamasery as a sort of curiosity—a young
American well up in scientific methods and operations.
Innocently he played the thief’s plans, and still the very
apparatus that he insisted on taking there made the
lamas suspicious, especially one of their wiser men who
had been out of their country, who understood English,
and who had read Roger’s memoranda of radio talks to
and from lamasery and camp.

“With Tibetan vindictiveness, they let him hear the Voice 238
of Doom, probably operated by a concealed priest in the
hollow image, and then consigned him, and Potts, to
the tunnel. By sheer wit and scientific knowledge Roger
found that he was in a sort of whistling tube, operated
when the rock door was opened, by wind. He worked
out, with Tip’s wise help, the secret, and they escaped.

“Clark, when Roger got to camp, took the supposed Eye

and with Roger watching and unsuspicious, actually
replaced the true Eye with the false one he and Ryder
had brought along. He had another, and to make Roger
think he was genuinely through with the stone, so as to
be clear if any Tibetan revenge developed, he threw
away one more imitation. Potts, worried about the
levers having been wedged which he considered an
error of judgment, went back to repair it.”

So interested were the men in following the developing

solution that they had forgotten how bizarre was this
relation of a mystery and its unveiling—to a beast.

The animal seemed fascinated, or cowed, or subdued in

some way. Perhaps, thought Roger, the plight of the
hidden keeper made it tame.
Grover drew his theories into shape.

“Naturally, with the real gem, Clark and Ryder made all
speed to radio the prepared airplane. It met them. In
Bombay, as he had no desire to be further involved,
Potts discarded the false gem he had picked up.”

Then, proceeding on pure deduction, Grover felt that 239

the Tibetans had discovered their real loss, had
discerned that Roger and Tip had solved the intricate
tunnel secret and had escaped. To write, with Roger’s
discarded note book as a guide, in a semblance of his
writing, was easy. The letter had come by fast mail
steamers and had further confused him.

“Then the thief, with the gem in his fellow-worker’s

possession, encountered difficulties,” went on Grover;
“the man who had been intending to buy the jewel
probably became frightened, afraid of the danger that
the stone might bring around him. So many priceless
jewels carry curses, or bring disaster, that he must have
gotten ‘cold feet’ and a new buyer had to be sought.
The gem, also, had to be secured, in case the Tibetans
actually put into action their vengeful methods.

“Toby was working here. Ryder thought it a clever plan

to have this former aide help him, and so he concealed
the gem and had it innocently delivered here, but Toby,
not as dumb as he was considered, suspected the truth,
discovered the hidden gem, and on his own hook
offered to sell it to a buyer he had known at Clark’s
store.

“That made it necessary for Ryder to recover the gem

quickly from the concealment no longer unsuspected
here. He tried to get people away from upstairs, by
detonating with his foot a torpedo under our office
desk; but Astrovox, our scientific star-student, had been
about to go home, frightened by some foolish
combination of star-positions and a manifestation
planned to scare him away. He walked in before Ryder
could hide, recognized him—and the desperate man
struck him.

“Soon thereafter he realized that in a list of some fifteen 240

sounds made by Roger there lay the actual clue that
incriminated him and no one else!”

“What was it?” asked Ellison anxiously or eagerly, Roger

told himself.

“What Roger thought was claws-on-glass. His very first

sound-clue. With that on a list, and in the clever head of
the stock-room clerk, Ryder had two things to do
quickly. He must get the gem, and he must either find a
way to throw suspicion elsewhere or get Roger out of
the way.”

Roger realized why many attempts had been made, like

the one in the dark-room.

“I warned Roger. Ryder, when Toby—who knew where

the gem was—telephoned him that he had left
explosives out in the open—Ryder tried to use that as a
way to lure Roger here to open up, because we had so
arranged things that actually no one could even enter
and not be caught—he was deadly afraid of being
electrocuted too soon.

“But Roger is still safe, the gem is available, and so—as

you well know, there is no more mystery, except this:
“How do you think you are going to get the Eye of Om
—now?”

Roger stared at his cousin. Saying that. To a beast!

241
 Chapter 41
MAN AND BEAST

With his mocking smile Grover walked over to their

safety cabinets, unlocked and threw one wide open.

Roger, with Potts, sidled over near the door, to block the
beast if it had been taught to snatch anything in its
paws and hop away.

“No need,” Grover laughed, “with its partner, the ape,

bound. There is no way to get out of that hide.” He
gestured toward the cabinet. “There it is, just as you hid
it, the True Eye, in a can supposed to contain
medicating compounds to use on the rats. Clever, just
as was entry into Roger’s room, with the ‘Fire’ record,
by that often-used idea of the pulled fuse. I have
wondered why you did nothing to him. Or did Millman
come along too soon and scare you off?”

He paused, and they all stared. Could Grover have

miscalculated, Roger wondered, in implying that the
kangaroo was the impersonator? He had assumed it
was the ape.

The beast, on its haunches and flatly extended tail,

reached two clawed paws upward, caught one of the
round cans from the front row, and dropping it in the
loose pouch, in the skin, turned and started hopping
toward the door, its claws upraised.

Grover, as it moved toward the chair occupied by the

ape, deftly caught its tail and swung an end around a
chair leg.

“Shall I turn on the current?” he chuckled. 242

The animal became quiet, stopped.

Once only he tried to escape and when Potts made a

move to obstruct the way Grover calmly waved him
back.

“But he’s got the can, Grover!” Roger also stepped

forward.

Grover actually grinned at them.

“Let him go,” Grover waved back Potts and Roger as the
thing began to hop toward them and they made
preparations to try to stop it.

“The Doctor,” went on Grover as the animal paused an

instant, “to get Toby where his word would not be
trusted, to remove him from the laboratory before he
could take away the gem he knew about, planned his
own poisoning this morning. He sent Toby for a drink,
and by swallowing some quick-acting sedative, perhaps
strong codein, or another of the poppy derivatives, he
seemed to be poisoned. To make it appear like
strychnine or some other—wait! I’ll venture to assert
that in the other room Roger will find the shell of some
pit such as you crack in a peach and extract a tiny
kernel. Those inner kernels of a peach pit, chewed up,
would leave on his breath just the same odor as a very
dangerous poison which I shan’t name.”

Later that was verified. Roger found the cracked peach

pit.

“It was easy to ‘recover’ and come here tonight,” Grover

ended.

He stood, looking with a mocking smile at the crouched

beast and the bound animal. The latter, quiet for a
moment, growled deeply.

“The ape, trained at a certain point, to unfasten the 243

kangaroo-skin so that Doctor Ryder can wriggle out of
it, can’t help,” he remarked. “Oh, yes,” to Millman’s
question, “the ape is genuine, a well trained animal. The
kangaroo—shall we help him?”

He walked over, and with a quick motion pointing out

the laced arrangement of eyelets under an armpit—or
forepaw—he dragged the lacing apart.

Revealed, it was seen by all that Doctor Ryder actually

was in the skin, crouched down as the size of the
animal compelled him to be so that he could barely get
his forearms into the front paws.

The head, too small to hold his own cranium, was fixed
almost in one position by supports, and eye-holes were
cut lower in the skin, well concealed by the way the skin
of the chest was sewed and the animal hair arranged.

“He rented it from the animal trainer, who sometimes

put it on, and played the part of his own animal in the
act if the kangaroo became too fractious or when it was
ill in our varied climate as they travelled from theatre to
theatre.”

Cramped, scowling, Doctor Ryder emerged.

“Very cleverly worked out,” he growled. “Yes, it is all

true. I did plan to have your laboratory staff help me
steal the Eye, just the way you have it worked out. And
if it had not been for Roger, almost at the beginning
thinking of developing a sound-film I had neglected to
put out of commission, you might not have found out.”

“Probably we never would,” Grover agreed, and as 244

bluecoats came tramping up the stairs, with a man who
went at once to his animal, and with soothing words
quieted it, released and removed it, the Tibetan lama
and his cohorts came in.

“But what was the sound-clue?” asked Millman, “the

fire-cry on a record supposed to be unused? I got that,
you know. But it meant only a prank of Roger’s to me.”

“Neither that, which revealed how the Balsa-wood was

connected up, nor the Voice of Doom, made by Ryder,
here, but not traceable to him alone; nor the click as he
switched on the motor; nor the clicks as his trained
thief’s fingers manipulated our safe; nor the rest.”

“Well, what did the sound that Roger described as claws

on glass really signify that linked up Ryder and not any
of us?” asked Zendt.

The pseudo-physician, scowling, was twirling his watch-

charm with nervous fingers as he watched the Tibetans
who scowled at him.

“He is showing you,” Grover remarked.

“Don’t you see?” Roger turned to Millman. “I got the
right idea only just tonight.”

“The watch-chain? But——”

“You, Mr. Millman, and Mr. Ellison, were on the ground

floor when the man came down because he had seen
the rich man arrive in his car, and knew Toby had played
false to him,” Grover stated.

“Think,” Roger hinted, “he twitched and twirled that

charm so it flicked light from the gold, the way a
heliograph does.”

“That, when Roger told me, connected him with the first
sound-clue of the scratching, hissing, clicking sound at
first claimed to be a snake, then supposed to be his
kangaroo.”

“Don’t you see,” interposed Tip, who was improving, by 245

leaving out the big words, “he had to bend over to get
the rats out of the trap on top of the cage. He brought
the ape to unlace his disguise. And his watch chain and
charm scraped and rattled and slid on the cage, and our
sound-camera film got the sound from the microphone
inside the cage.”

“Of course—and no one else wears a chain and charm,”

agreed Zendt, “we all have wrist-watches.”

“Well, what’s the use of holding me for all this?”

growled the man by the skin. He picked it up.

“I’ll just return this—go on and arrest me if you have

any charge you can support with evidence that a clever
lawyer can’t break down,” snarled the man.
“A sound record, through your own Balsa-wood device,
and down to our recorder, will do the trick,” Grover
smiled. “Made by you, just now, when you admitted all
my previously recorded accusations.”

“All right. I’m licked. Good night, all.”

He turned as if to give himself up to a policeman.

“He’s got the Eye, in with that compound!” cried Roger,

as Toby pointed at the pouch in the Kangaroo skin.

“Oh, no he hasn’t,” Grover actually chuckled in triumph,

“in the same way that he substituted the prepared can
of film for a blank strip when he handed Roger the can
to load the magazine—so his animal ghosts would seem
to appear on an unexposed film when developed, I
substituted a can of oxygen, hydrogen, nitrogen and a
trace of ozone, perhaps, and a few other gases——”

“Air?” gasped Ryder, shaking the can taken from the

skin.

“A free sample of air that is no longer contaminated by 246

the gas Roger so cleverly used to drive you out—a ruse
that enabled me to get here before you could return in
disguise.”

The man was defeated.

He was allowed to remain only long enough to make

Grover’s triumph complete by sending Roger to the
cabinet to take down the can just behind the place from
which he had removed his false one.

Therefrom, the Tibetans were glad to receive, as they

forgot all animosity toward Roger, the true Eye of Om.
For his attempts on Roger’s safety and his act toward
Astrovox, Ryder stayed behind bars a long time.
 Chapter 42
CLOSING TIME

The Ear Detective, more favored than ever because he

had been the means of listing sound-clues, one of which
had completely linked Ryder into his crime, was busy.

Astrovox, well recovered from his blow on the temple,

was going to “shoot” the stars as they crossed over the
lens of his telescope and Roger was getting a sound-film
into a camera.

“Why in the world did Ryder have to go to all that 247

trouble?” the old star-reader inquired. “How much
simpler to have come in his own clothes. More freedom
for his hands, that way, and no need to bring the ape to
unlace his animal skin.”

“He knew,” Roger explained, “about out protective

device, and by wearing the skin and bringing the
dancing ape, he would never be photographed and he
would fool us all the more.”

“Well,” remarked Astrovox, “you’ll remember that

Neptune—the planet of deception—was opposed by
Saturn, the planet of obstruction, and there was an
opposition of Mars, ruling explosives, with Uranus,
which is, you might say, the planet that brings up the
unexpected.”
Roger smiled to himself.

Good old Astrovox, he mused, with his oppositions and

“aspects” and all, was, still, a very clever scientist, and
must be humored.

“Yes,” he chuckled, “and if I remember all you told me,

something like this was in the ‘horoscope’ that day. The
‘sixth house’ has to do with animals—smaller animals,
and Neptune with larger ones.”

“That is my astrological teaching.”

“Well, Neptune is in that sixth house, and if Saturn is

the planet of obstruction it shows why the false doctor
in his deceptive disguises, would be obstructed or
caught.”

“Rats!” Tip snapped.

“Rats are under the sixth house,” Astrovox seriously

persisted in apparently preposterous ideas, “and
Neptune showed how the gas was used and also how
the acid test, when Grover applied it to the shoes Ryder
had worn, revealed in the paraffin cast the exploded gas
of the torpedo he had stepped on to attract attention
just when I ran in and recognized him.”

“What explains my denseness?” Grover arrived, with a 248

special quartz lens for some prism-and-spectroscope
color work, “I was put off the track at first because
Ryder knew my favorite axiom, ‘dig past appearances
that can be falsified, to find truth which is ever the
same.’ He deliberately hid the culture tubes in his own
racks, and I fell into his trap, trusting him, thinking he
was being victimized by some one else. It made it
possible for him to be here, operate the trick with the
Voice of Doom and hand Roger the prepared film
supposed to be unexposed, carrying his animal pictures
that he took at a special performance given him for
good pay by the animal trainer.”

“Your density was because Mercury was in the twelfth

house, and squared the moon in the third—wrong
deductions.”

“Maybe those ‘houses’ are true,” chuckled Grover, “I

know one house I am going to occupy. My own home.
For a good sleep. How about you, Roger?”

“After I see that all our apparatus is fixed for the night.”

“You go ahead,” Potts grinned fondly at his chum, all

suspicions forgiven, “I’ll see that everything er—uh—
coagulates!”

THE END

The Mystery
of the
15 Sounds

By
Van Powell

When Roger’s uncle offered him an opportunity to

help in his scientific laboratory while the boy’s
parents were in Europe, Roger jumped at the
chance. His uncle’s laboratory—one of the most
 perfectly equipped—was the most fascinating place
in the world.

Even the latest scientific devices, however, could

not keep out the “Voice of Doom” which sounded
hollowly through the laboratories in the dead of
night, or prevent the ghostly antics of the phantom
kangaroo and his ape-like companion. These and
many other occurrences make THE MYSTERY OF
THE 15 SOUNDS one of the best boys’ mystery
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