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Cryptography and Network Security: Principles and Practice, 6th Edition, by William
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CHAPTER 1: OVERVIEW

TRUE OR FALSE

T F 1. The OSI security architecture provides a systematic framework for

defining security attacks, mechanisms, and services.

T F 2. Security attacks are classified as either passive or aggressive.

T F 3. Authentication protocols and encryption algorithms are examples

of security mechanisms.

T F 4. The more critical a component or service, the higher the level of

required availability.

T F 5. Security services include access control, data confidentiality and

data integrity, but do not include authentication.

T F 6. The field of network and Internet security consists of measures to

deter, prevent, detect and correct security violations that involve
the transmission of information.

T F 7. Patient allergy information is an example of an asset with a high

requirement for integrity.

T F 8. The OSI security architecture was not developed as an

international standard, therefore causing an obstacle for computer
and communication vendors when developing security features.

T F 9. Data origin authentication does not provide protection against the

modification of data units.

T F 10. The emphasis in dealing with active attacks is on prevention

rather than detection.
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T F 11. The connection- oriented integrity service addresses both

message stream modification and denial of service.

T F 12. All the techniques for providing security have two components: a
security- related transformation on the information to be sent and
some secret information shared by the two principals.

T F 13. Information access threats intercept or modify data on behalf of

users who should not have access to that data.

T F 14. The data integrity service inserts bits into gaps in a data stream to
frustrate traffic analysis attempts.

T F 15. Symmetric encryption is used to conceal the contents of blocks or

streams of data of any size, including messages, files, encryption
keys, and passwords.

MULTIPLE CHOICE

1. __________ is the most common method used to conceal small blocks of data,
such as encryption keys and hash function values, which are used in digital
signatures.

A) Symmetric encryption B) Data integrity algorithms

C) Asymmetric encryption D) Authentication protocols

2. A common technique for masking contents of messages or other information

traffic so that opponents can not extract the information from the message is
__________ .

A) integrity B) encryption

C) analysis D) masquerade

3. __________ involves the passive capture of a data unit and its subsequent
retransmission to produce an unauthorized effect.
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A) Disruption B) Replay

C) Service denial D) Masquerade

4. The three concepts that form what is often referred to as the CIA triad are
________ . These three concepts embody the fundamental security objectives
for both data and for information and computing services.

A) confidentiality, integrity and availability

B) communication, integrity and authentication

C) confidentiality, integrity, access control

D) communication, information and authenticity

5. A loss of __________ is the unauthorized disclosure of information.

A) authenticity B) confidentiality

C) reliability D) integrity

6. Verifying that users are who they say they are and that each input arriving at
the system came from a trusted source is _________ .

A) authenticity B) credibility

C) accountability D) integrity

7. A _________ level breach of security could cause a significant degradation in

mission capability to an extent and duration that the organization is able to
perform its primary functions, but the effectiveness of the functions is
significantly reduced.

A) catastrophic B) moderate

C) low D) high
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Stallings

8. A __________ is any action that compromises the security of information owned

by an organization.

A) security attack B) security service

C) security alert D) security mechanism

9. A __________ takes place when one entity pretends to be a different entity.

A) replay B) masquerade

C) service denial D) passive attack

10. __________ is the protection of transmitted data from passive attacks.

A) Access control B) Data control

C) Nonrepudiation D) Confidentiality

11. A(n) __________ service is one that protects a system to ensure its availability
and addresses the security concerns raised by denial- of- service attacks.

A) replay B) availability

C) masquerade D) integrity

12. __________ threats exploit service flaws in computers to inhibit use by

legitimate users.

A) Information access B) Reliability

C) Passive D) Service

13. A(n) __________ is a potential for violation of security, which exists when there
is a circumstance, capability, action or event that could breach security and
cause harm.

A) threat B) attack

C) risk D) attack vector

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Stallings

14. The protection of the information that might be derived from observation of
traffic flows is _________ .

A) connectionless confidentiality B) connection confidentiality

C) traffic- flow confidentiality D) selective- field confidentiality

15. Data appended to, or a cryptographic transformation of, a data unit that
allows a recipient of the data unit to prove the source and integrity of the
data unit and protect against forgery is a(n) ___________ .

A) security audit trail B) digital signature

C) encipherment D) authentication exchange

SHORT ANSWER

1. A ___________ is any process, or a device incorporating such a process, that is

designed to detect, prevent, or recover from a security attack. Examples are
encryption algorithms, digital signatures and authentication protocols.

2. An __________ attack attempts to alter system resources or affect their operation.

3. "The protection afforded to an automated information system in order to attain

the applicable objectives of preserving the integrity, availability and confidentiality
of information system resources" is the definition of _________ .

4. A loss of __________ is the disruption of access to or use of information or an

information system.

5. Irreversible __________ mechanisms include hash algorithms and message

authentication codes, which are used in digital signature and message
authentication applications.

6. In the United States, the release of student grade information is regulated by the
__________ .

7. A loss of _________ is the unauthorized modification or destruction of information.

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Stallings

8. A _________ attack attempts to learn or make use of information from the system
but does not affect system resources.

9. The __________ service is concerned with assuring the recipient that the message is
from the source that it claims to be from. This service must also assure that the
connection is not interfered with in such a way that a third party can masquerade as
one of the two legitimate parties for the purposes of unauthorized transmission or
reception.

10. Two specific authentication services defined in X.800 are peer entity
authentication and _________ authentication.

11. In the context of network security, ___________ is the ability to limit and control the
access to host systems and applications via communications links.

12. __________ prevents either sender or receiver from denying a transmitted

message. Thus, when a message is sent, the receiver can prove that the alleged
sender in fact sent the message and when a message is received, the sender can
prove that the alleged receiver in fact received the message.

13. Viruses and worms are two examples of _________ attacks. Such attacks can be
introduced into a system by means of a disk that contains the unwanted logic
concealed in otherwise useful software. They can also be inserted into a system
across a network.

14. An __________ is an assault on system security that derives from an intelligent act
that is a deliberate attempt to evade security services and violate the security policy
of a system.

15. __________ is the use of a trusted third party to assure certain properties of a data
exchange.
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different content
 “Nor me!” Dennis agreed. “Only to my mind, science is a lot like
spontaneous combustion; if you don’t handle it careful it’ll work up its
own heat and break out in a blaze.”
“Like what?” McCarty paused with his hat halfway to his head.
“Spontaneous combustion.” Dennis repeated. “When anything that
generates its own heat, like hay in a stable, is shut up too long
without air getting to it, it’s liable to take fire by itself. That’s one of
the first things ever I learned when I joined the department.”
McCarty chuckled.
“And that’s your idea of science, is it? Maybe ’tis as good as any
other!—Now let’s go and ease the old gentleman’s mind about his
stolen property.”
But they were destined to meet with still another delay, for on
entering the west gate of the Mall they encountered Mr. Gardner
Sloane. The supercilious manner had fallen from him and he greeted
them with marked cordiality.
“Horrible week we’ve been through, gentlemen!” he declaimed.
“Leaving the death of Orbit’s valet out of it, a murder, a kidnapping
and two robberies make a frightful record to contemplate. I trust you
are taking every measure to protect us here? By gad, there’s no
telling where this thing will strike next!”
“Did you ever find your key to the gates?” McCarty asked
suddenly.
“Confound it, no; had to have another one made!” Sloane fumed.
“Let me see, it was a week ago that I missed it. I’d used it Saturday
morning to enter the east gate, I remember it distinctly, and I must
have dropped it near the Parsons house.—But I hope you’ll tell your
inspector that I depend on him to have a special watch kept over our
home; my father had a very bad turn on Tuesday and if any
excitement like a burglary were to take place it might prove fatal.”
“Did you get a good nurse for him?” McCarty asked solicitously.
“The last one you had beat it, didn’t he?”
 “Otto? Oh, he’s back; came Tuesday afternoon, fortunately. Stupid
ass but a splendid attendant and my father’s used to him.—You
won’t forget to have us properly guarded?”
McCarty reassured him heartily and as they watched him swing off
toward the Avenue with a jaunty air Dennis remarked:
“So Lindholm showed up again, and we never even thought of it!
On Tuesday, too! Do you suppose—?”
“I’m through supposing!” McCarty interrupted. “We’ll stop by and
find out!”
The Sloane house, in spite of its almost oppressive luxury,
unmistakably betrayed the fact that a feminine hand had been for
long absent from its care and arrangement. There was a cold,
detached air about as though those beneath its roof were transients
with no foothold and little interest of a personal nature. Dennis
voiced his impression when the ancient butler had hobbled away to
summon the nurse.
“’Tis like a hotel!” he whispered. “Grander than most, but public
like. If ’twas the old days I’d have been minded to ask the old guy
where the café was!”
“You’re not used to the high society we’ve been moving in lately,
Denny,” McCarty replied, adding, as soft but heavy feet padded
down the wide center staircase of the reception hall: “Wisht! Here
comes the squarehead!”
The man who entered almost before the words had left his lips
was a blond, massively built giant with an up-standing brush of hair
so light as to be almost colorless, and sleepy blue eyes in a round
face ruddy with health.
“Ay Otto Lindholm.” He bent a mildly inquiring gaze upon them.
“You bane same mans dat go to my missus?”
“Sure we are!” McCarty beamed in a friendly fashion. “What the
devil did you run away for? You’d nothing to fear because of a row
with Hughes!”
 “My woman!” Otto shrugged as if that settled the matter. “Ay tal her
we better stay but she has a scare on. You bane married, you know.”
“Neither of us, thank God!” McCarty replied devoutly. “You
quarreled with Hughes on Thursday night a week ago, didn’t you?”
“Ay tal him he keep ’way from my woman or Ay bane goin’ to fix
him.” He spoke with stolid satisfaction. “Next time he write latter to
her Ay bane kick him ’roun’ de street like yaller dog. Dat’s all.”
His clear, placid eyes regarded them still in good-humored inquiry
and McCarty asked:
“When did you see him again?”
“De next night. Friday.”
“What-t!” The quiet answer had been all but overwhelming, but
Otto seemed unconscious of its portent.
“De next night,” he repeated patiently. “It bane yust start to rain an’
he var sitting on stoop of house t’ree street down, holting on wit’ bote
han’s to stomach. He var ver’ sick mans. Ay tal him Ay take him
home but he tal me go to hell. He look w’ite lak sheet, Ay t’ank he
bane soffer mooch but he say he bane goin’ walk it off. Dat’s last Ay
see of him.”
“You went on and left him sitting there? That would be about eight
o’clock?”
“Yes, ’bout eight. Ay stay to see can Ay halp him but he get oop
an’ walk ’way. Ay t’ank to mysalf den he look lak deat’ but Ay did not
guess it var poison. He tal me he bane get sick at dinner an’ Ay t’ank
he yust eat too mooch.” Otto shook his head. “Hughes var bad mans
but murder is not so good! Dat Calabar bean he bane get here in de
Mall, sure!”
 CHAPTER XX
MAX

“I S that the poor beast you told me about?” It was an hour later,
and McCarty and Dennis were coming down the steps of the
Parsons residence. The latter pointed across the street to where
Max was prowling up and down the court.
“Yes. He’ll go on like that till he drops in his tracks.” A certain note
of grimness had crept into McCarty’s tone. “I wonder if Orbit went
down to the boat to see his friend off? I’d like a word with him if Sir
Philip has gone.”
“We’ve had words, in a manner of speaking, with more than one
this morning!” Dennis remarked. “We know as much now as we did
before but we’ve not gone a step forward and ’tis near noon.... Look
at Little Fu Moy!”
The Chinese boy, looking, in his drab, everyday attire, like some
dun-colored moth, had emerged from the side door of the house
where he was employed and approached the dog, holding a bit of
cake out in one brown little hand, but Max’s somber eyes showed no
glint of recognition and he swung out of the child’s way, staggering in
sheer weakness until he regained his poise.
Fu Moy stood still, his hand dropped to his side, and the piece of
cake falling to the pavement of the court.
“You go ring the bell, Denny, and ask for Mr. Orbit,” McCarty
directed. “I’ll be with you in a minute. If Ching Lee takes you to him
say you’ll wait for me, that I’ve something more to ask him.”
Dennis obeyed but when Ching Lee appeared and he voiced his
query the Oriental shook his head.
“Mr. Orbit is not at home. He has gone down to the wharf with Sir
Philip, whose ship sails at noon.”
 “Then I’ll wait for him.” Dennis announced firmly. “My friend
McCarty will be along in a little while. When Mr. Orbit gets back, tell
him the two of us are here.”
Ching Lee showed him to the library and with a bow left him, and
Dennis seated himself, feeling regretfully of the pipe in his pocket.
What McCarty had in mind he could not conjecture and there was no
telling when Orbit might return to find him waiting there without an
idea in his head and afraid to open his mouth for fear of balling up
the game.
Had Mac just been kidding when he told the inspector he’d know
by noon whether his notion was fact or not? He’d learned nothing
since but a lot of corroborative detail about things that didn’t matter,
anyway. Why on earth was he hanging around outside, fooling with
the dog?
Time crawled. Twenty minutes had passed by the great old
grandfather’s clock in the corner and still McCarty did not put in an
appearance. Dennis rose at last and tiptoed out across the hall and
down to the card-room, where he cautiously opened the side door
leading to the court. There stood McCarty, chinning and laughing
with the little Chink as if he’d not a care in the world!
Dennis took a tentative step forward, but at that moment McCarty
turned with a pat on the shoulder to Fu Moy and started for the rear
of the house. Dennis was forced to beat a hasty retreat lest the boy
find him spying.
What could Mac have found to talk about to the lad? Dennis knew
him too well to be taken in by that idly jocular air, and he’d not be
wasting a minute at this stage of the game. Could it be from
somebody in Orbit’s household, after all, that Hughes had got his
death-dose and poor Lucette that puff of poisoned air? Could the boy
Horace be even now hidden in some secret corner of Chinatown or
the French quarter?
He had little opportunity to speculate further, for the front door
opened and after a moment Orbit’s tones came to him raised in
singsong Chinese. Little Fu Moy replied and then the master of the
house entered.
“Good morning, Riordan. Where is McCarty? Fu Moy says you
both wished to see me. What can I do for you?”
For a horrible moment Dennis’ tongue clove to the roof of his
mouth and then an inspiration came.
“Mac has something to ask you, Mr. Orbit, but he was stopped
outside. He’ll be in right away. ’Twas about that chloroforming the
other night that I wanted to see you. You woke up sick and found
nothing had been touched, but there was the bottle and the towel,
and the side door open downstairs. Did you happen to notice
anything else?”
“Only proof that there were two of them,” Orbit responded
thoughtfully. “I forgot to mention that to the inspector. One had big
hands, fat, and a trifle soft, but the other’s were thin and strong with
a wiry grip and a broken finger on the left one.”
“You don’t tell me!” Dennis ejaculated and his own left hand
promptly fumbled with his coat pocket as though seeking cover
there. Then in confusion it dropped to his side again. “And how might
you be knowing that? Sure, the inspector said you’d no time to
move, before the towel was clapped down over your face!”
“They had left their marks behind them.” Orbit laughed. “Fat Hands
had raised my windows higher and he must have been the one who
actually drugged me, for Broken Finger was nervous and during that
operation he gripped the post at the foot of my bed so tightly that the
impression was plainly left in the satiny finish of the wood. The prints
could have been made by none of the household when they came in
response to my ring, for Ching Lee’s hands are very long and
slender, Jean’s as thin as claws and André’s fat but small. Fu Moy
did not wake up and I would not permit Sir Philip or his man to be
disturbed.”
“Maybe there was more than two of them,” Dennis suggested
hopefully. “Was there nothing else but just them finger marks? The
bureau don’t take so much stock in that kind of evidence any more,
what with the new science and such.”
“New science?” Orbit raised his brows. “Do you mean the crime-
detecting machines imported from some of the European capitals?
But that was some years ago.”
“No, sir.” Dennis’ thoughts went swiftly back to more than one
experience he had had with automatic informers in company with
McCarty during earlier days. “This is no test of your breathing, nor
pulse, nor sweat-glands, nor yet how quick you can think when a lie
comes in handy. ’Tis the crime itself that tells nowadays what
manner of man committed it and what kind of people he sprung from;
I’ve no doubt but that soon they’ll have it down so pat they can tell a
guy’s color and religion and politics by the turn of a knife or the
course of a bullet! It’s a wonder anybody got hung at all in the old
days!”
“Mr. Orbit?” McCarty unannounced appeared at last in the
doorway. “Sorry if I’ve kept you waiting. Has Sir Philip Devereux
gone?”
“He sailed less than an hour ago.” Orbit eyed him inquiringly. “Your
associate tells me you have something to ask me.”
“About Hughes, it was. He’d not been looking so well lately. Do
you know had he been taking any medicine?”
“Really, I couldn’t say.” He shrugged. “It didn’t occur to me to ask
him!”
“That’s that, then!” McCarty seemed lost in thought for a minute.
“Who is it drinks milk in the household?”
“Milk?” Orbit smiled. “Fu Moy, perhaps, but you will have to ask
him. The only one I know to be fond of it is Vite, the monkey; it is one
of his main articles of diet.”
As though the mention of his name had summoned him, a little
brownish-gray shape sidled in over the doorsill, paused for a
moment and then sprang through the air to land lightly on Orbit’s
shoulder and sit chattering impertinently at the intruders.
 “Silence, Vite! Where are your manners?” His owner stroked him
gently. “Why do you ask about the milk, McCarty?”
“It isn’t of any matter, sir. The medical examiner was saying that
’twas only in medicine or milk the Calabar bean powder could be
dissolved.”
Orbit moved with a slight trace of impatience.
“Surely such minor details are unimportant just at this time,
anxious as I am to have the mystery concerning Hughes’ death
cleared up! Nothing can restore him or that poor girl who died so
strangely in my house, but there is Horace Goddard! This is the
fourth day since his inexplicable disappearance and his father tells
me that no effort has been made to approach him for ransom. If the
boy has not been killed in some accident he may be in horrible
danger! He is delicate, he could not long endure hardships,
privation.” Orbit hesitated and then went on: “I don’t know whether
the suggestion may be worth anything or not, but has his own home
been searched thoroughly? It is an enormous, rambling old house
with innumerable storerooms and closets upstairs—I have
remembered them since I was a mere lad. Horace is a solitary,
meditative little chap, fond of getting away by himself. Isn’t it possible
that he may have gone up to some portion of the attic and either
fastened himself in or been locked away there by some one who
didn’t know he was around? Finding he couldn’t get out he may have
been frightened, fainted,—the possibilities are too awful to be
imagined!”
“No, there’s no chance of that, for every inch of the house has
been gone over a dozen times, but it may be, of course, that he met
with an accident somewhere and the body hasn’t come to light yet;
the inspector was saying something like that awhile ago. The lad
could have been dead even before he was missed by Trafford; you
recall the tutor coming here to ask for him that day whilst we were
talking to you? The coal men had been after getting in your supply
—?”
“Yes, yes!” Orbit nodded quickly, impatience at McCarty’s garrulity
evident in his voice now. “Most inconvenient time, too, just before the
arrival of my guests! I had ordered it days before.—But these idle
speculations about Horace won’t help any, I suppose; the Goddards
themselves can scarcely be more anxious than I am for some real
results from this investigation!”
“Well, the inspector’ll be around in a little while, if you’re home.”
McCarty signaled to Dennis with a jerk of his head. “There’s
something in his mind he wants to talk to you about, and maybe you
can help him. We’ve not made much headway, and that’s a fact, but
’tis the worst case ever the department handled.”
There was an injured note in his voice and Orbit responded with
sympathetic tact:
“I’m sure you’re doing all you can and I shall be glad to see the
inspector or either of you at any time.” He pressed the bell and as
Ching Lee threw open the door he added: “The medical examiner
has come to no definite conclusion about the girl’s death? If it was
really gas of some sort it seems odd its nature can’t be determined.
But I speak ignorantly, of course; I know little or nothing of chemistry
in any form.... I shall wait to hear from the inspector.”
“I don’t get you this morning at all!” Dennis remarked plaintively
when the door of Orbit’s house had closed behind them. “While I
waited I saw you kidding the little heathen out in the side court and
then you went to the back, and Orbit came in and I had to string him.
For what did we go there in the first place? You’d little to ask him and
you got less for it, when you did finally come in! Is it stalling around
for time, you are?”
“There’ll be no more stalling, Denny!” There was a new note in
McCarty’s voice. “’Twas little I got from Orbit himself, but we’ll go to
Goddard now. I want to use his telephone.”
“Why didn’t you use Orbit’s?” Dennis demanded. Then a light
broke over his face. “’Tis the inspector you’ll be calling up and there’s
them in that house back there—! Mac, for the love of the saints, have
you found out something? Have you struck it at last?”
The dog Max who was lying in the patch of sunlight that filtered
down between the houses, raised his head at the eager expectancy
of Dennis’ tone and McCarty glanced at him thoughtfully.
“’Twas not me that struck anything, Denny, and ’tis only a guess
yet but ’twas it ought to have struck me before this!” he replied.
“We’ll have a little while to wait, and I’ll thank you to keep Goddard
and that Trafford talking and not leave them out of your sight whilst
I’m telephoning; I don’t want either of them listening in!”
“Then ’tis one of them, as well as somebody in Orbit’s house—!”
Dennis gaped in amazement. “Mac, what kind of a devilish plot is it?
You said last night ’twas too sickening to talk about—!”
“’Tis worse!” McCarty interrupted tersely. “Let be till we see what
comes!”
Winch the butler, looking more aged and fragile than ever, ushered
them into the drawing-room where Goddard presently appeared
followed by Trafford. The stout little man had changed markedly in
the past few days; his eyes were dim and the flesh of his face hung
in folds as though deflated, while his voice had the trembling
overtone of that of an old man.
“You—you have news for us, McCarty? Some word has reached
you of—of Horace?”
“I think I know where he will be in a little while, Mr. Goddard,”
McCarty replied quietly. “I’ll have to ask you to wait, though, till the
inspector gets here, and I’ll have to ’phone him. Can I use the one in
your smoking-room? I want to be dead sure it’s private for I’ve got to
talk confidential.—Thanks, Trafford, I know the way.”
Waiting only for Goddard’s nod he cast a quick admonitory glance
at Dennis and hastened away. The latter cast about wildly in his
mind for a safe topic to pursue, but the burden was lifted from him.
“What is it, Riordan? For God’s sake, what does McCarty mean?”
Goddard turned to him.
“I’ve no notion,” Dennis replied, truthfully enough. “He’s been
working on something for the last day or two while I was on—on
other duty, but I expect things will be moving now. You’ve heard
nothing yourself?”
 “Nothing!” Goddard raised a shaking hand to his forehead. “I tell
you, Riordan, we can’t—we can’t endure much more of this! If my
boy were in his grave we would at least know it and learn somehow
to bear it but the uncertainty is driving us mad! Unless we know the
truth soon I shall lose my wife, too!”
“We’ll know.” Dennis spoke with the assurance of utter conviction.
“Mac’s not one to start anything he can’t finish and I’ve worked on
too many cases with him not to know the signs. If he says the lad will
be found in a little while he means it but—but maybe it’ll be sick or
something he’ll be. Worrying, you see, and being away from home
—!”
Words failed him, for he had read in that ominous quietude of
McCarty’s voice a hint of trouble yet to come. He floundered
desperately in a tender-hearted attempt to pave the way. The
situation was saved for him by the sudden reappearance of McCarty
himself in the doorway.
“Denny, go out and call Yost in; the inspector has instructions for
him.” The latent excitement had intensified in his tone. “Don’t tell the
whole block what you’re doing, either!”
“I don’t know, myself!” Dennis retorted, preparing nevertheless to
obey. “Shall I take his place?”
“Now you’re talking!” McCarty nodded approval. “He’ll have a
message for you when he comes out and ’twill be all right to do what
he says. The other night in my rooms when we were starting out to
pay a couple of calls I gave you something to carry; did you think to
bring it with you now?”
The revolver! Dennis started violently and one hand sought his hip
pocket involuntarily as he nodded.
“All right. You’ll know what to do with it after you’ve talked to Yost.
Send him in.”
Dennis departed, found the headquarters’ man patrolling listlessly
on the sidewalk and delivered the message. Then he paced from
gate to gate in a daze of bewildered thought. Things were indeed
moving. He could not fathom what was in McCarty’s mind, but he felt
a grim portent in the very air of the sunlit, semi-deserted block, like
the shuddering silence before a blast.
The elder Sloane returned; the housemaid from Mrs. Bellamy’s
who had taken charge of little Maude immediately after Wednesday’s
tragedy went out upon an errand and came back before Yost left the
Goddard house. When he reached Dennis’ side his former
listlessness had vanished.
“Who’s gone out of the Mall?” he demanded.
“Only a hired girl from Mrs. Bellamy’s, and she came in again.”
Dennis replied. “What is it? Mac said you’d tell me what to do, and
he asked had I a gun with me. I have.”
“Then go take the east gate.” Yost pointed. “Open it if any one
wants to come in but let no one out if you have to drill them full of
holes! Get me?”
“’Tis the clearest thing I’ve heard this day!” Dennis averred. “I’ll do
no drilling but there’ll no one pass me! What in hell is doing, do you
know?”
“Only that the inspector’s coming as fast as the chief’s own car
can get here and he’s bringing a young army with him! It looks like
the end of it, Riordan!—Hey, there goes the Bellamy butler! I’ll have
to head him off, for I’m taking the west gate myself. There’s
somebody wanting to get in yours.”
Dennis hurried to the gate opening on the Avenue and with much
ceremony admitted an open touring car in which sat a young lady so
bewilderingly beautiful that he gaped after her in respectful
admiration until she disappeared in the Parsons house. Was that the
old gentleman’s niece? He was recalled to his present duties only
when the chauffeur turned and drove straight toward him once more,
halting only a bare few feet away.
“Hi, there! Open the gate!”
“Nothing doing,” Dennis retorted firmly. “Orders from police
headquarters. Them that gets in, stays in.”
 “Yah! You green rookie! I’m Mr. Parsons’ chauffeur, if that means
anything to you, and I’m in a hurry!”
“Then you’re going to be disappointed.” With a gingerly reluctance
which would have meant sudden death had he been faced by an
earnest antagonist, Dennis produced his revolver. “’Twould mean
nothing if you drove the chariot of the Angel Gabriel, you’d not get
through that gate!”
A wordy combat ensued interrupted only by the appearance on the
Avenue side of the barrier of young Mr. Brinsley Sloane. He
hesitated, turning slightly pale at sight of Dennis’ formidable weapon.
The latter called out peremptorily:
“’Round to the other gate if you want to get in! This guy’ll get out if
you open this one! Police orders!”
“Really!” Brinsley Sloane stared through his huge-rimmed glasses.
“This is extraordinary! What has the fellow done, officer?”
Dennis swelled visibly at the appellation.
“Nothing yet,” he admitted. “He won’t, either, unless he’s wishful to
croak!”
“Is the fellow mad?” Young Sloane addressed the chauffeur who,
scenting an ally, broke into injured explanations. The argument
became a triangular affair although the scion of the Sloanes
remained discreetly on the neutral ground beyond the gate. It was
ended at last by a subdued hubbub at the farther one. Dennis turned
to behold the inspector drive slowly in with several familiar officials of
the department; his car was followed by a larger one packed with
husky men and bristling with long-handled shovels.
Dennis uttered a startled exclamation and Brinsley Sloane let
himself hurriedly in with his key while the Parsons’ chauffeur no
longer exhibited any desire to depart. Martin appeared suddenly
from nowhere and addressed the astounded deputy.
“Beat it, Riordan; Mac wants you! I’ll take over your job.”
Dennis needed no second bidding. He set off at a shambling run,
unconsciously brandishing his revolver as he went and Goddard,
Trafford and McCarty emerged from the house to meet him. He
noticed as in a daze that the tutor braced his employer with an
almost filial manner and the older man leaned heavily upon him,
pallid but composed.
The men with the shovels were piling out of the second car and he
saw that they carried in addition enormous sooty baskets. His eyes
turned wonderingly to McCarty as the inspector hurried up.
“All set, Mac! The boys are posted all around the walls. What do
you want done?”
“Open that coal chute first!” McCarty pointed to the square iron
plate like a trap-door in the center of the side court, over which Max
was still hovering. “Then send your men down in Orbit’s cellar to dig
like hell! There’s thirty tons to be moved by the ten of them in an
hour and a thousand dollars from Mr. Goddard to the guy that takes
out the last shovelful. Go to it!”
Ching Lee had appeared in the front door of the Orbit house and
Jean at the side one, while André peered from the kitchen window.
All at once the houseman was brushed aside and Orbit strode out.
“What’s the meaning of this?” he demanded.
“We’re going to move your coal, Mr. Orbit,—the coal that was put
in so quick the very hour that Horace Goddard disappeared!”
McCarty replied. He turned abruptly to the group who were lifting the
cover of the chute. As it rose and then fell back ringing on the
pavement, a long-drawn howl broke upon the air; Max, tense and
quivering, was gazing down into the aperture and McCarty motioned
toward him.
“’Twas him and not me got the hunch first, inspector. ’Twas the
lad’s pal, here—Max!”
 CHAPTER XXI
THE BLACK PYRE

“G OOD GOD!” Orbit exclaimed in horrified accents. “You don’t

mean that the little fellow tumbled down the chute! That he
was buried beneath the coal!—Goddard, my old friend, what can I
say to you! Surely this is only a vague supposition, a last resort! It
would be too dreadful, too pitiful!”
Goddard’s face worked but he was unable to reply and Orbit
turned to the men who, with baskets and shovels, were filing around
the rear of the house.
“I’ll add a thousand to Mr. Goddard’s! Work as you never did
before!—Inspector, can such a fearful thing have occurred? It is
incredible! How could the little chap have fallen down to the cellar
without being seen? I suppose any outcry he might have made
would have been drowned by the noise of the coal itself but—oh, it is
too utterly horrible!”
His shocked, broken tones trailed away into silence and then from
below there ascended through the open chute the ring of shovels
and the clatter of coal falling rhythmically into the baskets. A tortured
groan was forced from Goddard’s lips. Max crouched with his
forepaws hanging over the edge of the aperture and his nose low
between them, the hair rising in a ridge along his back and a soft,
anxious whine pulsing from his throat.
Dennis turned away with a shiver, and saw that Gardner Sloane
had joined his son on the fringe of the group. Snape and the maids
of Mrs. Bellamy’s staff were gathered in a little knot just behind, with
the Parsons’ chauffeur, Danny Sayre the page boy, and the aged
butler of the Sloanes, while Benjamin Parsons himself had emerged
upon the steps of his home and the lower windows of the Goddard
house were thronged with the servants. From a window just above
Orbit’s conservatory the staring face of little Fu Moy looked down in
shrinking wonder.
The rhythmic, dreadful scrape and rumble from beneath their feet
went on as though it would never end. Goddard swayed weakly but
Trafford flung an arm about his shoulders. The inspector had replied
to Orbit with noncommittal gravity and now they conversed together
in an aside, while Dennis edged over to McCarty.
“Why ever didn’t you tell me?” he whispered. “No wonder you said
’twas fair sickening to think of, Mac! If the poor boy’s found down
there ’twill be one crime that’s no crime at all! How did you know?”
“I don’t know!” McCarty responded candidly. “’Tis the only guess,
though, that will cover the facts as they come to me, but Max needed
none; I’m banking on the dog’s instinct, Denny.”
“Look at the back of him! It makes my own hair lift the hat from my
head to see it!” Dennis shivered again. “Will they never have done
with the shoveling? I could scream like a woman!”
Some of the Bellamy servants had indeed begun to sob
hysterically but they quieted at a look from McCarty. Parsons was
slowly crossing the street and his chauffeur stepped aside for him.
Dennis saw that several older men from the detective bureau were
circulating unobtrusively among the different groups and two of the
officials who had come in the car with the inspector approached him
now. He presented them to Orbit and the interrupted consultation
was resumed now between the four.
Dennis surreptitiously took out his watch, an ancient affair of the
turnip variety. The men had been at work for nearly forty minutes; he
recalled the blowing of the one o’clock whistles when Martin came to
relieve him at the east gate. In a little while, now, they would know
the worst! If only the dog would stop whining!
He looked at Trafford and the young man met his glance with a
stare of agonized inquiry but the man he was supporting reeled and
he braced himself for a firmer hold. Then Benjamin Parsons stepped
quietly to Goddard’s other side.
 “Lean on me, my friend.” He spoke in the gentlest of accents. “I
am old but strong, an elder brother here to lend a hand. We will wait,
and pray.”
Goddard’s dull eyes filmed and he rested his hand in the arm
offered, saying no word. A lump rose in Dennis’ throat.
“Mac, for the love of God, will they finish this? ’Tis more than
mortal can bear! I’ve dug at a fallen wall with the bare hands of me
and the best lads of my company buried under it, but ’twas not as
bad as this! Orbit’s all in, and no wonder!”
Henry Orbit had turned and was gazing at the coal chute in
horrified fascination, his highly-bred face quivering and eyes glowing
with an awful intensity. As though drawn toward it against his will he
advanced a step or two and the officials also moved forward. Then
he seemed for the first time to behold McCarty.
“Had you the least suspicion of this when you came to me an hour
or so ago?” he asked, his voice a mere toneless breath. “Why did
you not tell me? I have three strong men in my house and I myself
would have led them! Is this your doing?”
“The inspector brought them, Mr. Orbit.” McCarty replied. “I told
you he was coming in a little while but he don’t always tell me what
he’s got planned.”
“He should at least have notified me!” Orbit ran his hand through
his dark, graying hair. “I could have started the work.—But this is
sheer madness! The child cannot have met such a horrible death!”
“We’ll know soon enough.” McCarty’s tone held a note of
sternness. “In a minute or two more—!”
As though his words were a signal, the clank and rattling patter
from below ceased abruptly and a moment of electrified stillness
ensued. Then it was broken by a rising murmur of hoarse voices
which were in turn drowned by the sustained hail of coal being flung
in every direction.
Orbit uttered a stifled exclamation and then stood immovable as a
second groan forced its way from Goddard. One of the Bellamy
maids shrieked aloud. Then the noise from the cellar ceased once
more and the dog rose slowly lifting his nose into the air. A low,
wailing cry broke from him. At that moment a grimy head and
shoulders rose in the opening of the coal chute and a hoarse,
shuddering voice addressed McCarty.
“We’ve—found it, sir!”
The various groups merged and swept toward the aperture then
shrank back again in horror. A hubbub of subdued cries came from
among them but Eustace Goddard did not hear. His head had fallen
forward, his knees sagged and doubled and he slumped, insensible,
between the two who supported him. Instantly two plainclothes men
were beside them and the unconscious man was carried into his
house.
It was significant that neither McCarty, the inspector, nor the two
officials had moved to assist him. Now as Orbit, after his first
horrified recoil from the brusque announcement, turned and hurried
into the house they followed, with Dennis bringing up the rear.
Aware of his doubtful status in the eyes of the strange officials he
remained discreetly in the background and when he caught up to the
little group they were standing in the rear hall before the open door
leading to the cellar steps, with Orbit at their head and Ching Lee,
André and Jean by the pantry.
Orbit was staring down into the brazen, orange glow of the electric
lights in the cellar, listening to the shuffle of feet and the murmur of
rough voices lowered in pity. Then there came a slow tread and two
of the shovelers appeared bearing between them something slender
and pathetically small wrapped in a heavy dark cloth.
As they ascended the stairs the servants and even the officials
drew back but Orbit stood his ground with no sound or movement.
Only his eyes followed the men with their burden as they mounted,
passing him so closely that he could have reached out and touched
them. Then he turned and passed upstairs to his sitting-room,
followed by his uninvited guests.
 The murmur outside rose to a swelling chorus of cries and then
was abruptly shut out by the closing of the door. Orbit turned with
both hands raised to his head and a shuddering groan came from his
shaking lips.
“This is horrible!” he gasped. “Gentlemen, I shall ask you for an
explanation, but not at this moment—I am too inexpressibly shocked
—”
“The explaining will have to be done now, Orbit!” McCarty, after a
glance at his superior, stepped forward. “’Twill not come from us,
either!”
“What do you mean?” Orbit demanded. “Surely you are not mad
enough to insinuate that I knew that the child was lying there? It is
monstrous! Do you think I would not have let you know?”
He turned to the inspector.
“Inspector, when did you learn what had become of the poor little
fellow?”
“I didn’t; it was McCarty,” the inspector admitted frankly. “He told
me this morning that he might have news for me by noon but until he
telephoned ordering the squad of men with shovels I hadn’t an
inkling.”
“Then you—?” Orbit turned again to McCarty.
“’Twas the dog first put it in my head by hovering all the time about
that coal chute,” the latter responded. There was a new note in his
voice as he went on. “It struck me too, as kind of funny you’d be
having that coal put in an hour before your party, dirtying the place
all up; even if it had been ordered you could have sent it away again
for you’d not be lighting up your furnace for weeks yet. I found then
that you never ordered it till half an hour before it got here and you’d
’phoned three times, at that, to hurry it up, yet you told me this
morning that it had been arranged four days ago. About twenty
minutes before you sent for it first you went down to the kitchen and
got a glass of milk from André. Did you drink it yourself, Henry
Orbit?”
 “I did not!” Orbit’s eyes seemed burning into his face. “It was for
Vite, the monkey!”
“But Vite was locked up at the top of the house to be out of the
way of the party and Ching Lee had the only key; Fu Moy told me
so.”
“Fu Moy is only a child and does not understand English well; Vite
was not locked up until just before my guests arrived. What are you
trying to insinuate?”
“Nothing. I’m telling you what I know. Fu Moy understands a lot
more than you think, Orbit! What time did Horace Goddard come
over to see you Tuesday afternoon? If that glass of milk was for the
monkey, why didn’t you ring for it instead of going yourself to the
kitchen; was it because you wanted nobody to know the lad was
here? What did you put in that milk, Orbit, to make Horace
unconscious or kill him, the way you poisoned Hughes? I know from
André how you got all the servants out of the kitchen and pantries
after, so you could get the lad’s body down to the cellar without being
seen but why did you do it? What reason had you for bringing such a
horrible death on the child who’d done you no harm? What reason
did you have for murdering the valet who’d looked out for your
comfort for more than twenty years? Why did you put poison gas
made from the formula you bought from Hinton Sherard into the
Bellamy baby’s toy balloon to kill both her and her nurse? How did
you fix it to burst when it did and what chance had you to pump the
gas into it? You’re far from crazy, Orbit! Why did you take the lives of
these people you had no grudge against, no reason for wanting out
of the way? Was it because of the blood that’s in you from
generations back urging you on? Answer me that, Henry Orbit!”
“I shall answer nothing—to you.” Orbit’s dark eyes blazed but his
voice was dangerously calm. “You admit that I am not insane; I
cannot say as much for you in the face of these monstrous
accusations!—Inspector, if you are in authority at this highly irregular
proceeding, am I to understand that I am formally charged with this
atrocious series of crimes? Am I to consider myself under arrest?”
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