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Burning the Books
Burning the Books
A History of the Deliberate Destruction of Knowledge
R I C H A R D OV E N D E N
Introduction 3
Acknowledgements235
Picture Credits239
Notes241
Bibliography263
Index291
‘Wherever they burn books, they will also, in the end,
burn human beings.’
Heinrich Heine, 1823
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so that we have reference points that societies can trust and rely
on.
Libraries are crucial for the healthy functioning of society. While
I have worked in libraries for more than thirty-five years, I have
been a user of them far longer, and have seen the value they bring.
This book has been motivated by my own sense of anger at recent
failures across the globe – both deliberate and accidental – to ensure
that society can rely on libraries and archives to preserve knowledge.
The repeated attacks on them over the centuries need to be exam-
ined as a worrying trend in human history and the astonishing
efforts made by people to protect the knowledge they hold should
be celebrated.
The revelation that landing cards documenting the arrival into
the UK of the ‘Windrush generation’ had been deliberately destroyed
by the Home Office in 2010 shows the importance of archives. The
government had also begun to pursue a ‘hostile environment’ policy
on immigration, which required the Windrush migrants to prove
their continued residence here or be deported.4 Yet they had been
guaranteed citizenship under the British Nationality Act 1948 and
had come in good faith to the UK, which faced severe labour
shortages after the Second World War. By spring 2018, the Home
Office had admitted to the wrongful deportation of at least eighty-
three of these citizens, eleven of whom had since died, prompting
a public outcry.
I was struck by the absurdity of a policy, instigated and aggres-
sively promulgated by a government department (under the
leadership of Theresa May, who had become prime minister by the
time the situation came to light) that had destroyed the main evidence
that would have enabled many of the people to prove their citizen-
ship.5 Although the decision to destroy the records was made before
the implementation of the policy and was probably not malicious,
the Home Office’s motivation to persist with the hostile treatment
may have been. I wrote an op-ed in the Financial Times 6 pointing
out that the preservation of knowledge of this kind was vital for
an open, healthy society, as indeed it has been since the beginning
of our civilisations.
For as long as humans have gathered together in organised
communities, with a need to communicate with one another,
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the names of the men who held the post of head librarian of the
Great Library of Alexandria during the third and second centuries
bce survives – many of these figures were also recognised as the
leading scholars of their time, such as Apollonius of Rhodes (whose
epic poem about Jason and the Golden Fleece inspired the Aeneid)
and Aristophanes of Byzantium (inventor of one of the earliest
forms of punctuation).10
Storehouses of knowledge have been at the heart of the devel-
opment of societies from their inception. Although the technologies
of creating knowledge, and the techniques for preservation have
altered radically, their core functions have changed surprisingly little.
Firstly, libraries and archives collect, organise and preserve know-
ledge. Through gift, transfer and purchase they have accumulated
tablets, scrolls, books, journals, manuscripts, photographs and many
other methods of documenting civilisation. Today these formats are
expanded through digital media, from word- processing files, to
emails, web pages and social media. In antiquity and the medieval
period the work of organising libraries had sacred connotations: the
archives of the ancient kingdoms of Mesopotamia were often kept
in temples, and King Philippe Auguste (also known as Philip II) of
France established the ‘Trésor des Chartes’ (the treasury of charters).
This was at first a ‘mobile’ collection, but by 1254 came to be stored
in a purpose-built suite of rooms at the holy site of the Sainte-
Chapelle in Paris.11
Through developing and publishing their catalogues, providing
reading rooms, sponsoring scholarship, by publishing books, staging
exhibitions, and more recently through digitisation, libraries and
archives have been part of the broader history of disseminating ideas.
The creation of national libraries from the eighteenth century and
public libraries from the nineteenth century onwards massively
expanded the role that these institutions played in transforming
society.
At the heart of this is the idea of preservation. Knowledge can
be vulnerable, fragile and unstable. Papyrus, paper and parchment
are highly combustible. Water can just as easily damage them, as
can mould created through high humidity. Books and documents
can be stolen, defaced and tampered with. The existence of digital
files can be even more fleeting, owing to technological obsolescence,
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‘not to bring into the Library, or kindle therein, any fire or flame’,
as they have done for over four hundred years. Stable levels of
temperature and relative humidity, avoidance of flood and fire, and
well-organised shelving were at the heart of preservation strategies.
Digital information is inherently less stable and requires a much
more proactive approach, not just to the technology itself (such as
file formats, operating systems and software). These challenges have
been amplified by the widespread adoption of online services
provided by major technology companies, especially those in the
world of social media, for whom preservation of knowledge is a
purely commercial consideration.
As more and more of the world’s memory is placed online we
are effectively outsourcing that memory to the major technology
companies that now control the internet. The phrase ‘Look it up’
used to mean searching in the index of a printed book, or going
to the right alphabetical entry in an encyclopaedia or dictionary.
Now it just means typing a word, term or question into a search
box, and letting the computer do the rest. Society used to value
the training of personal memory, even devising sophisticated exer-
cises for improving the act of memorising. Those days are gone.
There are dangers in the convenience of the internet, however, as
the control exercised by the major technology companies over our
digital memory is huge. Some organisations, including libraries
and archives, are now trying hard to take back control through
independently preserving websites, blog posts, social media, even
email and other personal digital collections.
‘We are drowning in information, but are starved of knowledge,’
John Naisbitt pointed out as early as 1982 in his book Megatrends.12
A concept of ‘digital abundance’ has since been coined to help
understand one important aspect of the digital world, one which
my daily life as a librarian brings me to consider often.13 The amount
of digital information available to any user with a computer and an
internet connection is overwhelmingly large, too large to be able
to comprehend. Librarians and archivists are now deeply con-
cerned with how to search effectively across the mass of available
knowledge.14
The digital world is full of dichotomies. On the one hand the
creation of knowledge has never been easier, nor has it been easier
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not at any time shape his conduct according to Mr. Rich’s sugges-
tions and advice, rather than as his own council might wish’.4 In
pursuit of gratifying his ‘insatiable thirst for seeing new countries’,5
Rich had even managed to enter the Great Mosque at Damascus
in disguise, which would have been a tall order for a Western visitor
at the time.6 Rich travelled extensively throughout the region and
made detailed studies of its history and antiquities, building a collec-
tion of manuscripts, which were purchased by the British Museum
after his death. In 1820–1 Rich first visited the site of Nineveh,
and the great mound of Kouyunjik (as it was called in Ottoman
Turkish), which was at the heart of the Assyrian city. During this
visit, Rich unearthed a cuneiform tablet that had been preserved
from Ashurbanipal’s palace. This tablet was the first of tens of thou-
sands that would be discovered on the site.
Rich sold his collection of amateurishly excavated artefacts to
the British Museum, and the arrival of the first cuneiform tablets
in London triggered a flurry of excited interest in the region, and
speculation about what treasures might be in its soil. The collection
was seen in London by Julius Mohl, the secretary of the French
Asiatic Society, who also read Rich’s published accounts. Mohl
immediately encouraged the French government to send its own
expedition to Mesopotamia, so that they could compete with Britain
for the glory of French scholarship. A French scholar, Paul-Émile
Botta, was dispatched to Mosul as consul, with enough funds to
make his own excavations, beginning in 1842. These were the first
serious excavations to be made in the area and their publication in
Paris in a sumptuously illustrated book, Monument de Ninive (1849),
furnished with illustrations by the artist Eugène Flandin, made them
famous among European elites. We do not know exactly where
and when, but its pages were at some point turned with a growing
sense of wonder by an adventurous young Briton named Austen
Henry Layard.
Layard grew up in Europe, in a wealthy family, and spent his
early years in Italy where he read avidly, being most strongly influ-
enced by the Arabian Nights.7 He developed a love for antiquities,
fine arts and travelling, and as soon as he was old enough he
embarked on extensive journeys across the Mediterranean, through
the Ottoman Empire, eventually visiting the country we now call
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how valuable knowledge was to rulers and how they were deter-
mined to acquire it by any means.
The scholarship of the last forty years on the Royal Library of
Ashurbanipal has determined that it was built up not just by scribal
copying but also by taking knowledge from neighbouring states.
Our understanding of this comes from a variety of sources excavated
in recent decades and was not apparent to Layard or the early
pioneers of cuneiform. The tablets that reveal these acts of forced
collection are perhaps the earliest forerunner of what we now call
displaced or migrated archives (to which we will turn in chapter
11), a practice that has been taking place for millennia. A large
number of the surviving tablets from Ashurbanipal’s library came
through this route.15
Our understanding of this practice has been expanded through
the discovery of tablets excavated at many other sites in the region,
such as Borsippa in what is now southern Iraq. In the first millen-
nium bce, Borsippa was part of the Babylonian Empire, subjugated
by Assyria. Tablets excavated there preserve later copies of a letter
originally sent from Nineveh to an agent, Shadunu, who was charged
to visit a group of scholars in their homes and to ‘collect whatever
tablets are stored in the temple in Ezida’ (the temple of Nabu,
especially dedicated to scholarship, at Borsippa).16 The desiderata
are named quite specifically, which suggests that Ashurbanipal knew
what might have been available in the collections of private schol-
ars.17 Ashurbanipal’s instructions were clear and uncompromising:
. . . whatever is needed for the palace, whatever there is, and rare
tablets that are known to you and do not exist in Assyria, search
them out and bring them to me! . . . And should you find any
tablet or ritual instruction that I have not written to you about that
is good for the palace, take that as well and send it to me . . .18
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great library at Nineveh (and also confirm the sense that the library
was very carefully organised and managed). The scale is something
that is immediately surprising. Of the 30,000 tablets that are known
to survive from Ashurbanipal’s library, the group of accession records
suggests an intake at one time of around 2,000 tablets and 300 ivory
or wooden writing boards. This was an immense single accession
and the materials ranged over thirty genres from astrological omens
to medical recipes. The provenance of the material is not recorded
in every case but it is clear that the tablets came from private libraries
in Babylonia. Some of them seem to have been ‘gifted’ by the
scholars who owned them, perhaps to curry favour with the royal
authorities in Nineveh, perhaps to give up some material so that
the rest of their libraries could be left. The only dates that are
identifiable point to 647 bce, mere months after the fall of Babylonia
during the civil war between Ashurbanipal and his brother Shamash-
shumu-ukin. The conclusion is clear: he used the military victory
as an opportunity to enlarge his own library through the enforced
sequestration of knowledge.19
But Ashurbanipal’s library was soon to suffer a similar fate. His
victory over Babylonia would provoke a burning desire for revenge,
and this was wreaked on Ashurbanipal’s grandson Sin-shar-ishkun,
who succeeded his father in 631 bce. The Babylonians allied with
the neighbouring Medes, whose forces besieged Nineveh in 612
bce, eventually taking the city and unleashing a torrent of destruc-
tive force, which would encompass the collections of knowledge,
including the library formed by Ashurbanipal. Although Layard’s
work uncovered remarkable feats of preservation and acquisition,
everywhere he dug there was also evidence of fire and violence.
The excavations revealed layers of ash, objects were found to have
been deliberately smashed inside rooms, and some of the discoveries
of human remains were particularly horrific for later archaeologists
at nearby Nimrud, who found bodies, their limbs still shackled,
that had been thrown down a well.20
While the destruction of Ashurbanipal’s library at the fall of
Nineveh was a catastrophic act, the precise details of what happened
are unclear. The major library and archival collections may simply
have been swept up in the general destruction of the palace complex.
Fires and looting were widespread across the site, and we cannot
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The poet Virgil holding a scroll, seated between a lectern for writing, and
a ‘capsa’ (or book box) for holding scrolls, early fifth century.
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the great thinkers of the ancient world, including not just Euclid
(the father of geometry) and Archimedes (the father of engineering)
but Eratosthenes who was the first person to calculate the circum-
ference of the earth with remarkable accuracy. Many of the
intellectual breakthroughs that modern civilisation is based on can
be traced to their work.
An offshoot of the library was held in the Serapeum, a temple
to the ‘invented’ god Serapis. Ancient writers disputed whether
Ptolemy I or II had introduced the cult of Serapis to Egypt, but
archaeological evidence demonstrates that the temple was founded
by Ptolemy III Euergetes I (246–221 bce).3 The foundation of this
library legitimised it further. Like the Mouseion it was built to
impress. Roman historian Ammianus Marcellinus described it as ‘so
adorned with extensive columned halls, with almost breathing
statues, and a great number of other works of art, that next to the
Capitolium [Rome’s central temple], with which revered Rome
elevates herself to eternity, the whole world beholds nothing more
magnificent’.4
The Library of Alexandria grew steadily following its foundation,
according to a curious document known as the Letter of Aristeas,
written around 100 bce. This document tells us that within a short
period from its foundation the library grew to 500,000 scrolls, and
that the addition of the Serapeum brought greater capacity. The
Roman historian Aulus Gellius in his compendium Attic Nights gave
a figure of 700,000 volumes, split across the two libraries. John
Tzetzes got a little more precise – librarians tend to feel much
happier with precise counts of their collections – stating that the
Mouseion held 490,000 volumes and the Serapeum 42,800. We
must treat the ancient estimates of the size of the collection with
extreme caution. Given the extent of the surviving literature from
the ancient world, the numbers quoted for the library cannot be
realistic. While these estimates need to be looked at sceptically, they
make it clear that the library was enormous, much bigger than any
other collection known at the time.5
What can be said concerning the role that the Library of
Alexandria played in the ancient kingdom? Was it more than just
a storehouse of knowledge? While we know practically nothing
about how the library operated, it seems that together with the
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AN UNSOLVED MYSTERY;
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A SECRET CONFERENCE.
The old gentleman passed the other two as if they were strangers. He
jostled by them without so much as a glance. The most observing person in
the throng then pouring out of the railway station, like a swarm of busy bees
out of a colossal hive, would have detected no relation between them.
While passing the couple, nevertheless, the old gentleman said quickly to
one of them, though scarce above his breath:
“Go to the new Willard. Register as directed, and get a suite, Wait there
till I come.”
The man addressed heard him, but did not turn his head, nor evince the
fact with the slightest change of countenance.
His companion, a natty, keen-eyed chap with a blond mustache twirled
upward at the ends à la kaiser, appeared oblivious to what had occurred.
The scene of this trivial episode, which was far more portentous than one
would suppose, having a bearing on no less tremendous an issue than the
possible fate of a nation, was the new Union Station in the city of
Washington, and the hour was two o’clock one fine afternoon in October.
The old gentleman hastened out with the throng into Massachusetts
Avenue, seeking a trolley car and mingling with the crowd in a plebian sort
of a way, as if business of no great importance had brought him to the
nation’s capital.
He rode down Pennsylvania Avenue as far as Fourteenth Street, where he
alighted and walked the remaining distance to the Treasury Building,
entering one of the side doors with an air and display of interest often
observed in the crowds of tourists to be seen in this vast building at that hour
of the day. No observer would have supposed him other than a sight-seeing
stranger, viewing Uncle Sam’s great money box and financial institution for
the first time in his life.
Something like five minutes later, nevertheless, he entered one of the
numerous offices without the ceremony of knocking, and blandly addressed
a clerk who turned from his desk to see who had entered.
“I suppose Chief Welden is inside?” he said inquiringly.
“Yes, sir,” bowed the clerk. “I will take in your card, or name, if——”
“Don’t trouble,” interrupted the old gentleman, smiling. “I am his uncle.
He is expecting me. I will go right in.”
He did not wait for an objection, had any been forthcoming, but opened a
near door and walked into an adjoining private office. It was quite large and
elaborately furnished. But the only occupant was an attractive, clean-cut man
seated at a large, roll-top desk.
“Don’t rise, Welden,” said the old gentleman, after closing the door.
“Have a look at my card. It will supply the needed link. Even you are not
likely to recognize me.”
Chief Welden, then the head of the United States secret service, glanced
at the card the speaker displayed for a moment and then coolly returned to
his own pocket.
It bore the name of the celebrated New York detective—Nick Carter.
Chief Welden laughed.
“Gracious!” said he, pointing to a chair with one hand and extending the
other. “No, indeed; I would not recognize you. You’re the limit, Nick, when
it comes to giving one a surprise. Why did you come in this rig?”
“A summons direct from the nation’s chief executive, Welden, must be
occasioned by something of vast importance,” Nick replied, drawing up a
chair and cordially shaking hands with the treasury official. “It imposes
corresponding circumspection upon one of my vocation. I decided to drop in
here under cover and learn what is wanted of me.”
“I knew that the president had communicated with you and I was
expecting you to show up during the day,” said Chief Welden, more gravely.
“I got the special-delivery letter this morning.”
“When did you arrive?”
“Half an hour ago.”
“Alone?”
“As you see,” said Nick evasively.
Chief Welden swung round in his swivel chair, so as to directly face the
noted detective. There had been other times when the keen and clever men
under his direction had been baffled by perplexing problems, resulting in an
appeal to the famous New York detective; but judging from Welden’s
expression at that moment, none could have been more important than that
which had occasioned this summons of Nick Carter to Washington, an
appeal direct from the president himself.
“I will tell you as briefly as possible what has occurred, Nick, and why it
has been thought wise to employ you,” said Welden.
“Do so,” bowed the detective.
“To begin with, Carter, we have in the war department a young man
named Harold Garland. He is about thirty, remarkably gifted along certain
lines, and strictly reliable. Understand that at the outset; his integrity is
above suspicion. I am absolutely sure of that.”
“Very good,” said Nick. “What about him?”
“He is a graduate from West Point, and is in the employ of the
government as an expert engineer, in which capacity he is, as I have said,
remarkably gifted. He unquestionably is without a peer in this country in his
special line. He has an office in the war department, and I will presently send
for him.”
“I shall be glad to meet him,” Nick observed.
“Now, to go back a little,” Chief Welden continued. “Something like
eight months ago, Nick, I was informed by two of our secret-service agents
abroad that foreign spies were known to be in Washington, said to be here on
some secret mission, the nature of which was not definitely known. It was
suspected, nevertheless, that they were here after information concerning
elaborate coast defenses and fortifications contemplated by the government,
which in some sections are under secret construction.”
“You received that information eight months ago?”
“Yes.”
“Were the reports verified? Were the spies identified?”
“Neither,” said Welden. “The suspicion could not be confirmed either
here or abroad. The fact that the same report came at about the same time
from two of our foreign agents, one then located in Vienna and the other in
Paris, and there having been no communication between them, led me to
give considerable credit to their report, much more than if there had been but
one.”
“I see the point,” Nick nodded.
“We were not able to verify it, nevertheless, nor have we since succeeded
in doing so. Nor have our agents abroad been able to add to the meager
information obtained at the time. Under such circumstances, of course,
having no confirmation of their reports, the matter became a little stale after
eight months.”
“Naturally,” Nick allowed.
“But it was brought up again very vividly three days ago,” Chief Welden
pointedly added.
“How so?”
“I will explain in a nutshell.”
“I’m all attention.”
“For nearly a year, now, Garland has been collaborating with Captain
Arthur Backas, a naval officer now stationed in Annapolis, and who also is a
recognized expert along engineering lines.”
“I know him by name,” Nick bowed.
“For the past year these two government engineers have been secretly and
exclusively at work on plans for elaborate coast-line defenses and
fortifications extending from Chesapeake Bay to Sandy Hook. It is one
section of a vast and for the most part secret coast-defense system
contemplated by the government, and the first steps in the construction of
which have already been taken.”
“I follow you, Welden.”
“And you know, of course, that secrecy is one of the absolute
requirements in such work,” Chief Welden proceeded. “There is no occasion
for me to enlarge upon that. Secrecy is imperative to adequate protection. If
other nations were to learn——”
“I know all about that, Welden,” Nick interposed, checking him with a
gesture. “It goes without saying. Come to the point.”
“That may be done with few words,” Chief Welden replied. “Last Friday,
three days ago, Garland had occasion to confer with Captain Backas about a
very important part of their mutual plans, and he went to Annapolis for that
purpose.”
“I see.”
“He took the plans with him in a leather portfolio. He spent most of the
day with Captain Backas, returning alone to Washington in the early
evening. He was met at the Union Station by two young women, one the
only daughter of Senator Barclay, the other a Miss Verona Warren, an
intimate friend of Miss Barclay, and with whom Garland is deeply in love.
The girls knew he was to arrive from Annapolis at seven o’clock, and they
met him with Senator Barclay’s touring car, driven by his chauffeur. They at
once took Garland to his apartments, where they dropped him and returned
home.”
“Garland, I infer, brought back the plans taken to Annapolis,” Nick
observed.
“He put them in the portfolio before leaving the office in which he had
talked with Captain Backas. Their conference had been strictly private. The
portfolio did not leave Garland’s hands from that time until he entered his
apartments in the Grayling, where he has a safe in which to lock them. He
opened the portfolio to inclose a memorandum relating to the plans—and
found them gone.”
“The plans?”
“Yes. The portfolio contained, instead, a quantity of blank paper
resembling them in size and thickness.”
“I disagree with you,” said Nick, after listening with scarce a change of
countenance. “You have made one wrong statement.”
“Namely?”
“You said the portfolio did not leave Garland’s hands after he had placed
the plans in it,” said Nick. “It did leave them, Welden, or there could not
have been a substitution of worthless paper for such tremendously important
plans.”
Chief Welden smiled and nodded.
“That goes without saying,” he admitted. “As a matter of fact, Nick, it
was not the same portfolio.”
“The whole business had been substituted?”
“Exactly. The substituted portfolio was so like his own, however, that he
did not detect the difference until after he had opened it,” said Welden. “His
own was nearly new and his name was written with ink on the inside of a
flap that closes it, and which is secured with two small straps and buckles.
There was no name in the substituted portfolio. It was slightly defaced,
moreover, so like his own that he detected no difference.”
“Which plainly denotes that whoever turned the trick, or planned and
directed the job, was perfectly familiar with Garland’s portfolio,” said Nick.
“That is obvious, of course,” Chief Welden agreed.
Nick Carter took up the matter as if it were merely a petty theft, instead
of one threatening the nation. No need to tell him, nevertheless, of the
terrible danger from further construction in accord with the stolen plans, or
of the vast expense and innumerable difficulties in changing them, they
presumably having been made to the best advantages discernible to the
expert government engineers in charge of that part of the work. One scarce
could conceive of a more serious and possibly far-reaching loss.
Nick gazed at Chief Welden for a moment, then asked tersely:
“Any clew?”
“None, so far,” was the reply.
“You suspect it was the work of the spies mentioned?”
“Naturally.”
“Who is on the case?”
“Several of my best men,” said Welden. “I have talked with the president,
who is much disturbed by the matter, and we realize that these men may be
known by sight and that they are connected with the secret service. We have
thought wise, therefore, to employ you on the case, assuming that you are
not known and can work to greater advantage. There is this much to it,
Carter,” he forcibly added: “Those plans must be recovered. They must be
found before copies can be made, or——”
“One moment,” Nick interposed. “I appreciate all that is involved. It is
bad, terribly bad, but I will do my best to meet the situation. Send for
Garland. I wish to question him.”
“I think I can answer any questions that——”
“You won’t do,” Nick again interrupted. “I might ask questions that you
could not possibly answer. I shall want them answered. Send for Garland. I
wish to talk with him.”
Chief Welden turned to his desk and rang for the clerk in the outer office.
CHAPTER II.
Nick Carter was a keen physiognomist. He no sooner saw the face of the
young man who entered Chief Welden’s office a little later, than he was sure
of his lofty character and sterling integrity, as Welden already had asserted.
He was tall and erect, with the carriage of a soldier and set up like an
athlete. His smoothly shaved face was of a classical cast, with clean-cut,
regular features, a fair complexion, and frank blue eyes, with a broad brow
and wavy brown hair.
He then looked white and drawn, however, as men look who have aged
years in as many days under some terrible experience. Mental distress of the
most poignant kind was reflected in his face, and Nick rightly inferred, as
Chief Welden also perceived, that the young man apprehended further
direful disclosures and additional misery from this unexpected summons to
the chief’s office.
Welden hastened to reassure him, however, by saying, with sympathetic
voice and a smile:
“Draw up a chair, Garland, and shake hands with this gentleman. We
have brought him from New York to pull you out of this affair. I think he
may succeed in doing so, for he rarely fails, if ever, in what he seriously
undertakes. His own mother would not know him just now, however. Shake
hands with Nick Carter.”
Garland’s face lighted as if a ray of sunshine had fallen on it. He clasped
Nick’s hand, felt its cordial and sympathetic pressure, and his voice choked
despite himself.
“I’m awfully glad to know you, Mr. Carter, and ten thousand times more
so in knowing that you are to look into this matter,” he said feelingly; then,
with a quick glance at the chief: “Why have I not been told of this, Chief
Welden? You know what horrible anguish and anxiety I am undergoing.”
“Very true, Garland,” said Welden, smiling significantly. “But we did not
know positively that Carter would be in a position to comply with the
president’s request. What good to have extended you false hopes? Sit down,
now, and have a talk with Mr. Carter. He wants to ask you a few questions.”
Garland hastened to comply, while Nick said, in a more businesslike
fashion:
“Welden has told me all of the superficial circumstances, Mr. Garland,
and I’ll do what I can for you. Let’s waste no time in getting right at the
matter, for time is always valuable. Steady yourself and answer my questions
as quickly and concisely as possible.”
“I will do so, Mr. Carter,” said Garland eagerly.
“To begin with, then, who else occupies your office in the war
department? Are there any clerks, or others, in the employ of the
government?”
“No, indeed,” said Garland. “I have a private room and an outer office
resembling these. I employ only a girl stenographer, who has a desk in the
outer office.”
“Does she know on what work you have been engaged?”
“No, sir. That is known only to Captain Backas and the heads of the
department.”
“All of whom are, of course, perfectly reliable,” said Nick. “I now am
aiming only to pick up a clew, Garland, to the identity of the person who
could have had the information necessary to have framed up this job. Did
your stenographer know you were going to Annapolis last Friday?”
“Yes, sir. I told her I was going the day before.”
“Did you tell her for what?”
“No.”
“Let’s make a jump, then,” said Nick. “Whom did you see in Annapolis,
who might by any means have learned of your mission?”
“Only Captain Backas,” said Garland emphatically. “I went directly to his
office, where I remained until I left for my train to Washington.”
“Who else was in the office during your conference with Captain
Backas?”
“Nobody. We were alone.”
“Did any one enter while you were talking with him?”
“No, sir. I am sure of that.”
“And you are sure you placed the missing plans in the portfolio before
leaving, and that it was not substituted for another before you left?”
“Yes, sir; absolutely sure.”
“How did you go to the station?”
“In a taxicab.”
“Alone?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Very good,” said Nick. “Where did you ride in the train?”
“In the smoking car,” said Garland. “I occupied a seat alone.”
“Where was the portfolio?”
“I placed it between me and the wall of the car, next to the window,
where my arm could rest on it during the ride. I was reading a book in the
meantime.”
“Could the portfolio have been removed by a person in the seat behind
you without your knowing it?” Nick inquired.
“No, sir, absolutely,” said Garland. “When I placed it there, Mr. Carter, I
made sure there was no space between the end of the seat and the wall,
through which the portfolio could slip. Naturally, sir, knowing the vast
importance of its contents, I was exceedingly careful and constantly alert. It
would have been utterly impossible for any person to have removed my
portfolio and substituted another on the train.”
“We will go a step farther, then,” said Nick. “When you arrived in
Washington and came from the Union Station, what did you do?”
“I hastened to find my friends who promised to meet me, Miss Barclay
and Miss Warren,” said Garland. “I found them nearly opposite the main
exit. I got into the automobile with them and they——”
“One moment,” Nick interposed. “Was it a limousine or an ordinary
touring car?”
“A touring car.”
“Top up?”
“No, sir.”
“Who was in the car?”
“Only the two ladies and Hopkins, the chauffeur,” said Garland. “To be
more correct, however, Miss Barclay had alighted and was standing beside
the car when I approached. She knew I would like to ride in the seat with
Miss Warren, of whom I am especially fond, and she took the seat next to the
chauffeur after our greeting.”
“Just before you started for home, I infer?”
“Certainly.”
“What were you carrying except the portfolio?”
“Only the book I had been reading.”
“What did you do with them after entering the touring car?”
“I placed them beside me on the seat,” said Garland.
Then, with a quick frown, he impulsively added:
“See here, Mr. Carter, don’t suppose for a moment that either of my
companions at that time know anything about this matter. They are incapable
of such treachery as that. Put it out of your head, sir, if you have any such
suspicion. I know positively that Verona Warren and Miss Barclay are above
——”
“Pardon me,” Nick interrupted a bit dryly. “What you know about them,
Mr. Garland, is not material. I am not seeking to cast suspicion upon any
one, least of all, your two lady friends. I want only to trace your movements
as precisely as possible from the moment you left Annapolis. Pray don’t
infer that I have formed any definite suspicion.”
A tinge of color came to Garland’s pale face.
“I beg your pardon, Mr. Carter,” he said quickly. “I meant no offense. Nor
do I question your motives. None could realize more keenly how much
depends upon what you can do for me. Please continue your questions. I will
answer them to the best of my ability.”
“Very good,” Nick replied. “As a matter of fact, then, you have not the
slightest idea when, where, or by whom one portfolio was substituted for the
other?”
“No, Mr. Carter, not the slightest,” Garland quickly answered. “I am
absolutely in the dark. I nearly fainted when I opened the portfolio and
discovered my loss.”
“Were you then alone in your apartments?”
“I was.”
“What is the Grayling?” Nick inquired. “A hotel?”
“No. It is a private boarding house in Vermont Avenue, not far from the
Thomas Circle.”
“It’s a first-class house, Carter,” put in Chief Welden.
“I have no family,” Garland added. “I’m quite alone in the world and
likely to remain so—unless Verona Warren accepts me for her husband. It
was my intention to lock the portfolio in a safe which I have in my room. I
frequently have taken plans home for night study, Mr. Carter, so I thought
nothing of doing so on this occasion. It was too late to put them in the vault
in the department building.”
“How soon after entering your room did you open the portfolio?” Nick
asked.
“Immediately,” said Garland. “I had in my overcoat pocket a
memorandum relating to the plans, and I was about to put it in the portfolio
before removing my coat.”
“The substitution could not possibly have been made, then, after you
entered your room?” Nick questioned.
“No, sir. There was no other person in the room.”
“How long have you had the portfolio, Mr. Garland?”
“About a month. I bought it expressly to carry the plans in when I had
occasion to take them from my office.”
“Where did you buy it?”
“In Raymond’s leather store in Pennsylvania Avenue.”
“Were you alone at that time?”
“I was.”
“Did you see others like it in the store?”
“Yes. There were several of the same kind.”
“Now, Mr. Garland, about the plans,” said Nick. “Are they so marked that
the thief, or thieves, can definitely determine what they are and to precisely
what part of the government work they relate?”
“No, not immediately,” said Garland. “They are marked in cipher. It
would take an expert, even, some little time to thoroughly understand them
and to what they refer. In that, Mr. Carter, lies our only hope. If the plans
could be recovered before the rascals learn just what they are——”
“They know what they are, Garland, or they would not have framed up so
crafty a job to get them,” Nick interrupted. “We may be able, nevertheless, to
recover them before they can be deciphered and definitely understood. In
that, as you have said, lies our only hope. I will lose no time in getting in my
work.”
“What are your plans, Nick?” Chief Welden inquired. “If I can aid you in
any way——”
“I will let you know, Welden, in that case,” Nick interposed, rising to go.
“I have no plans at present, nor do I know just how I shall proceed. I must
consider the circumstances thoroughly. I will note your home address, Mr.
Garland, in case I want to reach you out of business hours. That is all I
require of you at present.”
CHAPTER III.
A CURIOUS CLEW.
It was nearly four o’clock when Nick Carter left the Treasury Building,
and he at once turned his steps toward the hotel to which he had directed the
two men who had emerged with him from the Union Station.
They were, as no doubt was inferred, his two most efficient assistants,
Chick Carter and Patsy Garvan, both in disguise, and four o’clock found
them seated in the suite assigned them, to which their trunks and other
luggage already had been brought.
Both then had removed their disguise and were reading the local
newspapers, when Nick knocked on the door and was admitted by Patsy.
“Well, chief, what’s up?” Patsy eagerly inquired, after closing the door.
Nick removed his outside garments and sat down.
“We have a hard nut to crack,” he replied. “The case is a serious one, very
serious.”
“What’s the nature of it?” Chick questioned. “I have been vainly
searching the newspapers.”
“The case has not reached the newspapers. The facts have been
suppressed. They are known by only a few except the persons involved.”
Nick then proceeded to tell them of what the case consisted, covering in
detail all that he had learned from Chief Welden and Harold Garland.
“By Jove, it does look like a hard nut to crack,” Chick agreed, after
listening attentively. “It will make a mighty bad mess for the government
unless those plans can be quickly recovered. Have you any definite
suspicions?”
“Not exactly,” Nick replied. “There is one point on which we first must
decide.”
“Just when and where the dummy portfolio was substituted for the other,”
said Chick.
“Precisely.”
“How can we arrive at that?”
“By a process of elimination,” said Nick. “It’s not reasonable to suppose,
in view of Garland’s positive assertions, that Captain Backas is guilty of
treachery and treason.”
“Surely not,” Chick coincided. “Furthermore, he would not have taken
the risk that Garland would discover the crime even before leaving, or
arriving at the Annapolis station. In that case he would, of course, have
instantly attributed the crime to Backas.”
“Very true,” Nick nodded. “That alone is enough to confirm Garland’s
statements. He undoubtedly had the plans, then, when he started for the
station. He rode alone in a taxicab. We can safely assume, then, that he still
had his own portfolio when he boarded the train.”
“It strikes me, chief, that there is the most likely place for the trick to
have been turned,” said Patsy.
“I don’t agree with you.”
“Why not?”
“Because of the publicity on a train,” said Nick. “It would have been
exceedingly difficult to steal the portfolio and substitute another without
being seen by other passengers. If caught in the act, moreover, escape from a
fast-moving train is almost impossible. Crooks shrink from taking such
chances. They would have been much more likely to select a safer place for
the job.”
“That seems reasonable, chief, after all,” nodded Patsy.
“It convinced me that Garland is right, which eliminates that part of his
journey,” Nick continued. “I think he had his own portfolio up to the time he
entered the touring car with the two young ladies.”
“But would either of them serve him such a trick?” Chick questioned
doubtfully.
“Garland don’t think so,” Nick replied, smiling. “He was very quick to
resent a mere suggestion to that effect. He admits having placed the portfolio
on the seat, nevertheless, and it may have been then, or during the ride to his
apartments, that the substitution was accomplished.”
“By one of the women?”
“Presumably. The chauffeur could not have done it without being
detected.”