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BIOINFORMATICS AND
FUNCTIONAL GENOMICS
third edition
Jonathan Pevsner
Bioinformatics and
Functional Genomics
Bioinformatics
and Functional
Genomics
Third Edition
Jonathan Pevsner
Department of Neurology, Kennedy Krieger Institute,
Baltimore, Maryland, USA
and
Department of Psychiatry and Behavioral Sciences,
The Johns Hopkins School of Medicine, Baltimore,
Maryland, USA
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The cover image is by Leonardo da Vinci, a study of a man in profile with studies of horse and
riders (reproduced with kind permission of the Gallerie d’Accademia, Venice, Ms. 7r [236r], pen,
black and red chalk). To the upper right a DNA molecule is shown (image courtesy of Wikimedia
Commons) and a protein (human serum albumin, the most abundant protein in blood plasma,
accession 1E7I, visualized with Cn3D software described in Chapter 13). Leonardo’s text reads:
“From the eyebrow to the junction of the lip with the chin, and the angle of the jaw and the upper
angle where the ear joins the temple will be a perfect square. And each side by itself is half the
head. The hollow of the cheek bone occurs half way between the tip of the nose and the top of
the jaw bone, which is the lower angle of the setting on of the ear, in the frame here represented.
From the angle of the eye-socket to the ear is as far as the length of the ear, or the third of the
face.” (Translation by Jean-Paul Richter, The Notebooks of Leonardo da Vinci, London, 1883.)
Set in Times LT Std 10.5/13 by Aptara, India
Printed in Singapore
1 2015
For three generations of family: to my parents
Aihud and Lucille; to my wife Barbara; to my daughters Kim,
Ava, and Lillian; and to my niece Madeline
Contents in Brief
vii
Contents
Web Resources, 60
Discussion Questions, 61
Problems/Computer Lab, 61
Self-Test Quiz, 63
Suggested Reading, 64
References, 64
Pitfalls, 625
Advice for Students, 625
Discussion Questions, 625
Problems/Computer Lab, 626
Self-Test Quiz, 627
Suggested Reading, 628
References, 628
Pitfalls, 742
Advice for Students, 743
Discussion Questions, 743
Problems/Computer Lab, 743
Self-Test Quiz, 745
Suggested Reading, 743
References, 745
Aspergillus, 871
Candida albicans, 871
Cryptococcus neoformans: model fungal pathogen, 872
Atypical Fungus: Microsporidial Parasite Encephalitozoon cuniculi, 873
Neurospora crassa, 873
First Basidiomycete: Phanerochaete chrysosporium, 875
Fission Yeast Schizosaccharomyces pombe, 875
Other Fungal Genomes, 876
Ten Leading Fungal Plant Pathogens, 876
Perspective, 876
Pitfalls, 877
Advice for Students, 877
Web Resources, 877
Discussion Questions, 877
Problems/Computer Lab, 878
Self-Test Quiz, 879
Suggested Reading, 880
References, 880
Metazoans, 917
Introduction to Metazoans, 917
900 MYA: the Simple Animal Caenorhabditis elegans, 918
900 MYA: Drosophila melanogaster (First Insect Genome), 919
900 MYA: Anopheles gambiae (Second Insect Genome), 921
900 MYA: Silkworm and Butterflies, 922
900 MYA: Honeybee, 923
900 MYA: A Swarm of Insect Genomes, 923
840 MYA: A Sea Urchin on the Path to Chordates, 924
800 MYA: Ciona intestinalis and the Path to Vertebrates, 925
450 MYA: Vertebrate Genomes of Fish, 926
350 MYA: Frogs, 929
320 MYA: Reptiles (Birds, Snakes, Turtles, Crocodiles), 929
180 MYA: The Platypus and Opposum Genomes, 931
100 MYA: Mammalian Radiation from Dog to Cow, 933
80 MYA: The Mouse and Rat, 934
5–50 MYA: Primate Genomes, 937
Perspective, 940
Pitfalls, 941
Advice for Students, 941
Web Resources, 942
Discussion Questions, 942
Problems/Computer Lab, 942
Self-Test Quiz, 943
Suggested Reading, 944
References, 944
GLOSSARY, 1075
When the first edition of this textbook was published in 2003, the Human Genome Proj-
ect had just been completed at a cost of nearly US$ 3 billion. When the second edition
came into print in 2009, the first genome sequence of an individual (J. Craig Venter) had
recently been published at an estimated cost of US$ 80 million.
Let me tell you a remarkable story. It is now 2015 and it costs just several thousand
dollars to obtain the complete genome sequence of an individual. Sturge‐Weber syn-
drome is a rare neurocutaneous disorder (affecting the brain and skin) that is sometimes
debilitating: some patients must have a hemispherectomy (removal of half the brain)
to alleviate the severe seizures. We obtained paired samples from just three individuals
with Sturge‐Weber syndrome: biopsies were from affected parts of the body (such as
port‐wine stains that occur on the face, neck, or shoulder) or from presumably unaf-
fected regions. We purified DNA and sequenced these six whole genomes, compared the
matched pairs, and identified a single base pair mutation in the GNAQ gene as responsible
for Sturge‐Weber syndrome. (The mutation is somatic, mosaic, and activating: somatic in
that it occurs during development but is not transmitted from the parents; mosaic in that
it affects just part of the body; and activating because GNAQ encodes a protein that in
the mutated form turns on a signaling cascade.) We found that mutations in this gene also
cause port‐wine stain birthmarks (which affect 1 in 300 people or about 23 million people
worldwide). Matt Shirley, then a graduate student in my lab, performed the bioinformat-
ics analyses that led to this discovery. He analyzed about 700 billion bases of DNA. After
finding the mutation he confirmed it by re‐sequencing dozens of samples, typically at over
10,000‐fold depth of coverage. We reported these findings in the New England Journal
of Medicine in 2013.
This story illustrates several aspects of the fields of bioinformatics and genomics.
First, we are in a time period when there is an explosive growth in the availability of DNA
sequence. This is enabling us to address biological questions in unprecedented ways. Sec-
ond, while it is inexpensive to acquire DNA sequences, it is essential to know how to ana-
lyze them. One goal of this book is to introduce sequence analysis. Third, bioinformatics
serves biology: we can only interpret the significance of DNA sequence variation in the
context of some biological process (such as a disease state). In the case of the GNAQ
mutation, that gene encodes a protein (called Gαq) that we can study in tremendous detail
using the tools of bioinformatics; we can evaluate its three‐dimensional structure, the
proteins and chemical messengers it interacts with, and the cellular pathways it partici-
pates in. Fourth, bioinformatics and genomics offer us hope. For Sturge‐Weber syndrome
patients and those with port‐wine stain birthmarks, we are hopeful that a molecular under-
standing of these conditions will lead to treatments.
This book is written by a biologist who has used the tools of bioinformatics to help
understand biomedical research questions. I introduce concepts in the context of biolog-
ical problem‐solving. Compared to earlier editions, this new text emphasizes command‐
line software on the Linux (or Mac) platform, complemented by web‐based approaches.
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xxxii Preface to the third edition
In an era of “Big Data” there is a great divide between those whose intellectual core is
centered in biomedical science and those whose focus involves computer science. I hope
this book helps to bridge the divide between these two cultures.
Writing a book like this is a wonderful and constant learning experience. I thank past
and present members of my lab who taught me including Shruthi Bandyadka (for advice
on R), Christopher Bouton, Carlo Colantuoni, Donald Freed (for extensive advice on
next‐generation sequencing or NGS), Laurence Frelin, Mari Kondo, Sarah McClymont,
Nathaniel Miller, Alicia Rizzo, Eli Roberson, Matt Shirley (who also provided extensive
NGS advice), Eric Stevens, and Jamie Wangen. For advice on specific chapters, I thank:
Ben Busby of the National Center for Biotechnology Information (NCBI) for advice
regarding Chapters 1, 2, and 5 and detailed comments on Chapters 9 and 10; Eric Sayers
and Jonathan Kans of NCBI for advice on EDirect in Chapter 2; Heiko Schmidt for advice
on TREE‐PUZZLE and MrBayes in Chapter 7; Joel Benington for detailed comments on
Chapters 8 and 15–19 and helpful discussions about teaching; Harold Lehmann for guid-
ance on various fields of informatics; and N. Varg for helpful comments on all chapters. I
thank many colleagues who participated in teaching bioinformatics and genomics courses
over the years. I've learned from all these teachers, including Dimitri Avramopoulos, Jef
Boeke, Kyle Cunningham, Garry Cutting, George Dimopoulos, Egert Hoiczyk, Rafael
Irizarry, Akhilesh Pandey, Sean Prigge, Ingo Ruczinski, Alan Scott, Alan F. Scott, Kirby
D. Smith, David Sullivan, David Valle, and Sarah Wheelan. I am grateful to faculty mem-
bers with whom I taught genomics workshops including Elana Fertig, Luigi Marchionni,
John McGready, Loris Mulroni, Frederick Tan, and Sarah Wheelan. This book includes
several thousand literature references, but I apologize to the many more colleagues whose
work I did not cite. I also cite 900 websites and again apologize to the developers of the
many I did not include.
I also acknowledge the support of Dr Gary W. Goldstein, President and CEO of the
Kennedy Krieger Institute where I work. Kennedy Krieger Institute sees 22,000 patients a
year, mostly children with neurodevelopmental disorders from common conditions (such
as autism spectrum disorder and intellectual disability) to rare genetic diseases. I am
motivated to try to apply the tools of bioinformatics and genomics to help these children.
This perspective has guided my writing of this book, which emphasizes the relevance of
all the topics in bioinformatics and genomics to human disease in general. We are hopeful
that genomics will lead to an understanding of the molecular bases of so many devastating
conditions, and this in turn may one day lead to better diagnosis, prevention, treatment,
and perhaps even cures.
It is my pleasure to thank my editors at Wiley‐Blackwell – Laura Bell, Celia Carden,
Beth Dufour, Elaine Rowan, Fiona Seymour, Audrie Tan, and Rachel Wade – for generous
support throughout this project. I appreciate all their dedication to the quality of the book.
On a personal note I thank my wife Barbara for her love and support throughout the
very long process of writing this textbook. Finally, to my girls Ava and Lillian: I hope
you'll always be inspired to be curious and full of wonder about the world around us.
About the Companion
Website
xxxiii
Analyzing DNA, PART
RNA, and Protein
Sequences
I
The first third of this book covers essen-
tial topics in bioinformatics. Chapter 1
provides an overview of the approaches
we take, including the use of web-based
and command-line software. We describe
how to access sequences (Chapter 2).
We then align them in a pairwise fashion
(Chapter 3) or compare them to members
of a database using BLAST (Chapter 4),
including specialized searches of protein
or DNA databases (Chapter 5). We next
perform multiple sequence alignment
(Chapter 6) and visualize these alignments
as phylogenetic trees with an evolution-
ary perspective (Chapter 7).
The upper image shows the connectivity of the internet (from the Wikipedia entry for “internet”),
while the lower image shows a map of human protein interactions (from the Wikipedia entry for
“Protein–protein interaction”). We seek to understand biological principles on a genome-wide scale
using the tools of bioinformatics.
Sources: Upper: Dcrjsr, 2002. Licensed under the Creative Commons Attribution 3.0 Unported license. Lower: The
Opte Project, 2006. Licensed under the Creative Commons Attribution 2.5 Generic license.
Introduction Chapter
1
Penetrating so many secrets, we cease to believe in the unknowable. But there it sits nev-
ertheless, calmly licking its chops.
— H.L. Mencken
Learning objectives
After reading this chapter you should be able to:
■■ define the terms bioinformatics;
■■ explain why globins are a useful example to illustrate this discipline; and
Bioinformatics represents a new field at the interface of the ongoing revolutions in molec-
ular biology and computers. I define bioinformatics as the use of computer databases and
computer algorithms to analyze proteins, genes, and the complete collection of deoxy-
ribonucleic acid (DNA) that comprises an organism (the genome). A major challenge
in biology is to make sense of the enormous quantities of sequence data and structural
data that are generated by genome‐sequencing projects, proteomics, and other large‐scale
molecular biology efforts. The tools of bioinformatics include computer programs that
help to reveal fundamental mechanisms underlying biological problems related to the
structure and function of macromolecules, biochemical pathways, disease processes, and
evolution.
According to a National Institutes of Health (NIH) definition, bioinformatics is
The NIH Bioinformatics Definition
“research, development, or application of computational tools and approaches for expand-
Committee findings are reported
ing the use of biological, medical, behavioral, or health data, including those to acquire,
at http://www.bisti.nih.gov/
store, organize, analyze, or visualize such data.” The related discipline of computational
docs/CompuBioDef.pdf (WebLink
biology is “the development and application of data‐analytical and theoretical methods,
1.1 at http://bioinfbook.org). The
mathematical modeling, and computational simulation techniques to the study of bio-
NHGRI definition is available at
logical, behavioral, and social systems.” Another definition from the National Human
http://www.genome.gov/
Genome Research Institute (NHGRI) is that “Bioinformatics is the branch of biology that
19519278 (WebLink 1.2).
is concerned with the acquisition, storage, display, and analysis of the information found
in nucleic acid and protein sequence data.”
Russ Altman (1998) and Altman and Dugan (2003) offer two definitions of bioinfor-
matics. The first involves information flow following the central dogma of molecular biol-
ogy (Fig. 1.1). The second definition involves information flow that is transferred based
cellular
DNA RNA protein
phenotype
Figure 1.1 A first perspective of the field of bioinformatics is the cell. Bioinformatics has emerged
as a discipline as biology has become transformed by the emergence of molecular sequence data. Data-
bases such as the European Molecular Biology Laboratory (EMBL), GenBank, the Sequence Read
Archive, and the DNA Database of Japan (DDBJ) serve as repositories for quadrillions (1015) of nucle-
otides of DNA sequence data (see Chapter 2). Corresponding databases of expressed genes (RNA) and
protein have been established. A main focus of the field of bioinformatics is to study molecular sequence
data to gain insight into a broad range of biological problems.
on scientific methods. This second definition includes problems such as designing, vali-
dating, and sharing software; storing and sharing data; performing reproducible research
workflows; and interpreting experiments.
While the discipline of bioinformatics focuses on the analysis of molecular
sequences, genomics and functional genomics are two closely related disciplines. The
goal of genomics is to determine and analyze the complete DNA sequence of an organ-
ism, that is, its genome. The DNA encodes genes can be expressed as ribonucleic acid
(RNA) transcripts and then, in many cases, further translated into protein. Functional
genomics describes the use of genome‐wide assays to study gene and protein function.
For humans and other species, it is now possible to characterize an individual’s genome,
collection of RNA (transcriptome), proteome and even the collections of metabolites and
epigenetic changes, and the catalog of organisms inhabiting the body (the microbiome)
(Topol, 2014).
The aim of this book is to explain both the theory and practice of bioinformatics and
genomics. The book is especially designed to help the biology student use computer pro-
grams and databases to solve biological problems related to proteins, genes, and genomes.
Bioinformatics is an integrative discipline, and our focus on individual proteins and genes
is part of a larger effort to understand broad issues in biology such as the relationship of
structure to function, development, and disease. For the computer scientist, this book
explains the motivations for creating and using algorithms and databases.
Nick Carter hastened to join Patsy and Frank Mantell, pausing at the
latter’s touring car to learn the occasion for his visit. He had not long to wait,
for Mantell hardly took time to greet him.
“You must throw up this murder case, Nick; you really must, and take on
a matter in which I am desperately interested,” he forcibly insisted. “More
than half a million dollars are at stake. They’re hopelessly lost, in fact,
unless you can trace and recover them. You must drop this case and——”
“Wait!” Nick interposed, after intently regarding him. “Keep your head.
Who has lost so much money, and when?”
“It’s not money,” Mantell replied, in hurried undertones. “It’s a collection
of old jewels of vast value, which was obtained under most extraordinary
circumstances. I cannot inform you in detail out here, Nick, where I might be
overheard by others. Come with me to my residence, where——”
“Presently, perhaps,” Nick again interrupted. “Come into this house,
instead, where we can occupy one of the chambers. I then will hear what you
have to say.”
Mantell did not wait for the invitation to be repeated. He sprang out of the
car before it was fairly uttered, then accompanied the detective to the house,
followed by Chick and Patsy.
Nick lingered only to inform Sergeant Kennedy that he had other
business for a few minutes, directing him to take charge of the house while
he was engaged, and he then led his three companions to a front chamber
and closed the door.
“Now, Mantell, out with it as briefly as possible,” said he, when they
were seated. “What is this matter in which you are so desperately
interested?”
He had read in Mantell’s pale face the depths of his anxiety and distress,
and knowing him to have a level head and excellent judgment and
discretion, he reasoned that it must be a matter of extraordinary importance.
Mantell hastened to obey him.
“It began, Nick, with a letter I received about ten days ago from an old
college chum of mine, Calvin Vandyke, a man able in every way to judge of
what he wrote me,” he said earnestly. “Unfortunately, however, I haven’t the
letter in my pocket. It is in the desk in my library.”
“Well, well, what is it about?” Nick inquired. “Where is Mr. Vandyke?”
“He now is in Mexico City, under so important a contract that he cannot
possibly leave the country for several months.”
“Mexico City, eh?”
Nick shot a swift, furtive glance at Chick, so significant that the latter
suppressed a look of surprise and remained silent.
“Yes,” Mantell quickly nodded. “The letter he wrote me explained all
that, Nick, and why he made me his partner in this matter, giving me an
equal interest with him and the third party involved.”
“Who is the third party?”
“A Mexican named Juan Padillo, recently a soldier in Villa’s forces
during the campaign in northern Mexico. He has deserted, and now is in this
city. That is to say—if he still is in the land of the living. I’m far from sure of
it.”
“Explain,” said Nick. “Why did Juan Padillo become a deserter?”
“Because of a find he made during the sacking of an old monastery in
Chihuahua territory, after the subjection of that section in which it is located
and the flight of most of the inhabitants. Vandyke has quietly looked up the
legal side of the matter, and he finds that the retention of these spoils of war
is entirely legitimate. In other words, Juan Padillo has a right to retain his
prize and dispose of it to the best advantage.”
“Admitting that, Mantell, what are the other circumstances?” Nick
inquired.
“They may be briefly stated. Padillo made this find in a secret vault,
which he discovered entirely by chance, under a wine cellar in the
monastery. He was the only person in Mexico who knew of his discovery
and that he got away with his plunder, with the single exception of Calvin
Vandyke, with whom Padillo long has had friendly relations, and to whom
he turned for aid and advice.”
“Of what do these spoils of war, as you call them, consist?” Nick
questioned.
“I can give you only an idea, Nick, without referring to Vandyke’s letter,
which describes the articles in detail and estimates their value,” said Mantell.
“They consist of clerical robes and jewels of great antiquity, which, Vandyke
has learned, must have been brought from Spain as far back as the sixteenth
century, and which probably have since been kept in concealment in the
monastery vault.”
“Give me an idea of them.”
“Well, one article is an archbishop’s robe of purple, wrought with a
design in diamonds, emeralds, rubies, and pearls. The gems are mounted in
gold, covering the entire breast of the robe, with a design consisting of the
ancient Spanish coat of arms, the double eagles back to back, with wings
raised and beaks open.”
“I recall it,” Nick nodded.
“There are two gold crowns, also, lavishly mounted with diamonds,
emeralds, and sapphires, the most of which are of unusual size and
corresponding value. In addition to these are other clerical robes of purple
and white silk, all worked with gems the worth of which could only be
roughly estimated. Vandyke places the value of the entire prize, however, at
about six hundred thousand dollars.”
“Gee whiz!” Patsy quietly exclaimed. “That sure was some find.”
“Juan Padillo was much dazzled by it, of course, and scarce knew what to
do,” Mantell earnestly continued. “He did not dare to confide in any of his
countrymen. He determined to take advantage of the prize, however, and to
get out of the country with it.”
“How long ago was that?” Nick inquired.
“Nearly two months. He obtained an old leather suit case, in which he
packed the spoils, and with which he succeeded in reaching Mexico City,
where he at once sought Vandyke and confided in him, offering to share
equally with him in return for his advice and assistance.”
“I see.”
“Vandyke looked into the matter, keeping Padillo concealed in his
residence,” Mantell went on. “He then realized the vast value of the prize,
but being utterly unable to leave the country himself, he proposed including
me in the matter on an equal footing, telling Padillo that he could come to
me and that I would dispose of the gems at their market value. Padillo
eagerly accepted the proposal, knowing that he would be shot as a deserter,
if caught, and that he must lose no time in getting out of the country.”
“I follow you,” Nick put in.
“Vandyke then smuggled him to Vera Cruz, and finally got him on board
a schooner about to leave for New York, paying his passage and giving him
careful instructions.”
“Namely?”
“He directed him not to leave the vessel after his arrival here until I called
for him, also not to open the suit case until he was safe in my residence, and
to pretend all the while that he was a penniless Mexican on his way to join
relatives in this city.”
“All were wise precautions,” Nick remarked.
“Vandyke then sent me a letter, stating all of these facts and invited me to
coöperate with him,” Mantell continued. “Naturally, with two hundred
thousand dollars in view, I was more than glad to comply. I wrote Vandyke
to that effect, and since have been constantly on the watch for the arrival of
the vessel. She was docked at Gray’s wharf late yesterday afternoon. But I
did not learn of it until I read the shipping news this morning. I then rushed
down to the wharf with my touring car, only to learn that——”
“That Juan Padillo left the vessel soon after her arrival yesterday and in
company with a man who used your name,” said Nick, interrupting.
“Good heavens!” Mantell exclaimed, with a gasp. “How did you know
that?”
“Your anxiety, coupled with the fact that Padillo was to remain on the
vessel until you called for him, admits of no other deductions,” Nick replied
evasively.
“You are right, Carter, perfectly right,” Mantell said, with a groan.
“Padillo left the vessel about six o’clock last evening, taking with him the
suit case containing his plunder.”
“With a man who used your name?”
“Yes.”
“Who informed you?”
“The captain of the vessel.”
“What more could he tell you?”
“Only that Padillo had, as I then could judge, carefully followed the
directions Vandyke had given him. Captain Macy evidently knew nothing
about the contents of the suit case, and he said it was the only piece of
luggage the Mexican had, and that he had taken it ashore. He could give me
only a vague description of the man who called for him, and said that Padillo
appeared relieved and eager to accompany him. They left from the head of
the wharf in a touring car, and——”
“And that’s all you know about them,” Nick again interrupted.
“I admit that, Carter, and that’s why I want your aid,” Mantell said
earnestly. “This man and the suit case must be found. I never can look
Vandyke in the face. Think of it! If——”
“That’s what I am doing,” said Nick, smiling a bit oddly. “Now, Mantell,
answer my questions. I then may do something more than think. Whom have
you told about this matter?”
“Only three persons,” Mantell quickly asserted. “My wife and my
parents, with whom Helen and I have been living since our marriage. You
knew, of course, that I was married eight weeks ago to Helen Bailey, the
pretty telephone girl whom you served so kindly—and who, I may add,
thinks so well of you Carters.”
“Yes, indeed, I know all about that, Mantell, but it’s irrelevant just now,”
smiled Nick. “Did you caution your parents, however, to say nothing about
the matter?”
“I did so most impressively.”
“Do you think they have obeyed you?”
“Yes, positively.”
“Where did you talk with them about it?”
“At home, Nick, in the library.”
“You must have been overheard.”
“I don’t think so.”
“I know so,” Nick insisted. “Either that, Mantell, or the letter sent you by
Vandyke has been read by one of your servants, or by some outsider. In no
other way, if your wife and parents have been silent on the subject, could the
man who lured Juan Padillo from the vessel and used your name have
learned anything about the matter.”
“I confess that I am mystified, Carter, as well as filled with dismay,”
Mantell hopelessly admitted. “You are the only one to whom I can turn.
What can be done? How can——”
“Stop a moment,” Nick interposed, rising abruptly. “There is nothing in
further discussing the case. Return to your car, Mantell, and wait until I
rejoin you. Go with him, Patsy.”
“Which may mean that you will——”
“Look into the matter?” Nick cut in again. “Yes, I will do what I can for
you. Time is of value, moreover, so don’t delay to thank me. Go at once.”
Patsy led the way, Mantell following, with an expression of great relief on
his refined, attractive face.
“Well, by Jove, that sheds limelight on this murder mystery,” said Chick,
lingering briefly with Nick in the chamber. “This certainly is a remarkable
coincidence.”
“I suspected something of the kind, Chick, when he mentioned the loss of
a vast quantity of jewels,” Nick replied. “That was one reason why I
consented to hear his story.”
“You have no doubt, of course, that the Mexican who was here last
evening was Juan Padillo.”
“Not the slightest.”
“Lured here by crooks who had learned of the circumstances and been
watching for the vessel.”
“Exactly. They were more alert than Mantell, and got in their work ahead
of him.”
“But how do you size up what occurred here?”
“I’m not quite ready to say,” said Nick. “I am going with Mantell to his
residence. You remain here and get what information Gibson can impart.
Have a look in the meantime at the doors and windows of the house. There
may be evidence indicating that it was broken into by some of the rascals
afterward engaged in the fight.”
“I’ll find it, Nick, if there is any,” Chick confidently predicted. “I see at
what you are driving.”
“Have Kennedy summon the coroner, also, and direct him to take the
customary legal steps here,” Nick added. “Say nothing about what we have
learned and suspect, but tell him we will continue our investigations, and
report later.”
“I’ve got you.”
“Having taken those steps, rejoin me at Mantell’s residence as quickly as
possible,” Nick directed. “He lives——”
“I know the house. It’s the mansion built by Mantell, the senior, in
Riverside Drive,” Chick put in. “I will lose no time in following you.”
“I will go with Mantell in his car, leaving Danny to bring you in ours,”
said Nick, as both turned from the chamber. “There must be quick work
done on this case, or, unless I am much mistaken, both Juan Padillo and his
war prize of ancient jewels will go by the board.”
“Quick work, then, is the proper caper,” Chick declared. “I’ll see you a
little later.”
Nick did not reply, but hastened out to the car in which Patsy and Frank
Mantell were waiting.
“To your residence,” he directed, addressing the latter. “Let her go at top
speed, chauffeur. Minutes count.”
CHAPTER IV.
A STARTLING DISCOVERY.
It was nearly noon when the touring car containing Nick Carter and his
companions sped up the broad driveway and stopped under the porte-
cochère of the magnificent Mantell mansion overlooking the Hudson.
“We shall not find my father at home, Nick,” Mantell remarked, while
alighting from the car. “He still is engaged in settling up the affairs of our
defunct department store, wrecked by the knavery of his junior partner, that
treacherous miscreant, Gaston Goulard. No need to tell you of that rascal,
Nick, whom you so quickly pulled up to the ringbolt after taking on the
case.”
“No need, indeed,” Nick replied, a bit grimly. “It was deucedly
unfortunate, though, that he slipped through the meshes of the legal net and
eluded the punishment he deserved.”
“Decidedly so.”
“His being a partner in the business was all that saved him,” Nick added.
“It enabled a clever criminal lawyer to pull him out of the fire, on grounds
that either of the partners had a legal right to dispose at will of the property
of the firm. It was a hard fight, and the rascal got away without punishment,
barring the penalty he had brought upon himself, that of financial ruin and
hopeless dishonor.”
“Right in both respects,” Mantell nodded. “Gaston Goulard is down and
out forever.”
“By the way, Mantell, do you ever see him?” Nick inquired.
“Yes, occasionally,” was the reply. “I never see him, however, that he
does not threaten to get even with me for the past.”
“Humph!” Nick ejaculated contemptuously.
“Get even, indeed!” Mantell bitterly added. “The boot should be on the
other leg. He hates me for having won and married Helen Bailey, Nick, to
whose hand he had aspirations even while engaged in his treacherous
robberies. I saw him about ten days ago, looking seedy enough, Nick, and as
if dissipation was making inroads upon his health.”
“Threatened you, Mantell, has he?” questioned Nick, with brows knitting
slightly.
“Repeatedly,” Mantell nodded, as they mounted the steps. “I somehow
fear the rascal, Nick, for he is capable of any degree of knavery, and is a
desperate dog when crossed. I expect trouble from him, in fact, and for that
reason am constantly alert.”
“I predicted after his exposure and arrest that he would go to the bad,”
said Nick. “Ah, this is a pleasure, indeed, Mrs. Mantell.”
Having entered the handsomely furnished house while speaking, where
they were met in the hall by Mantell’s charming young wife, the beautiful
girl whom Nick first had seen at a telephone switchboard, under
circumstances that revealed her lofty and heroic character, as well as which
enabled him to be of great service to her.
She hastened to shake hands with both him and Patsy, saying feelingly:
“Your pleasure could not be greater than mine, Mr. Carter. I am delighted
to see you. I ought to scold you roundly, however, for not having called here
occasionally, at least.”
“That’s right, too, Helen,” put in Mantell.
“You overlook one fact,” smiled Nick, replying to her.
“What is that, Mr. Carter?”
“That I have hardly an hour in the week, not to say in a day, that I can
really call my own,” Nick said gravely. “I am a very busy man, you know.”
“Ah, I suppose so,” Helen rejoined. “And chiefly because other men are
so wicked.”
“True.”
“It is deplorable.”
“True again,” said Nick. “Nor am I less busy than usual this morning. I
think, Frank, we had better get right at this matter.”
“I think so, too.”
“I’m sure your wife will excuse us.”
She bowed and smiled agreeably, and Nick and Patsy followed Mantell
into the library, a superbly furnished room overlooking the side grounds.
“Now, Nick, what can I tell you?” he asked, placing chairs for them.
“Why have you come here?”
“To begin with, Mantell, I want to see the letter written to you by Calvin
Vandyke,” said Nick. “Where have you kept it?”
“Here, in my desk,” said Mantell, rising to unlock a large roll-top desk in
one corner of the spacious room.
“Is your desk usually locked?”
“Always, Nick, when I am absent.”
“Wait one moment,” said the detective. “Let me examine the lock.”
Mantell complied, handing him the key.
Nick unlocked the desk, and, rolling the top partly up, he began a careful
inspection of the brass socket which received the bolt of the lock when the
desk was securely closed. He found several tiny, faint scratches on one side
of it, which could not have been caused by the action of the bolt, not being
where it came in contact with the socket. An examination with a powerful
lens, moreover, showed that these slight marks were quite bright, as if
recently made and with an instrument as sharp as the point of a pin.
Nick returned the ring of keys and resumed his seat.
“That lock has recently been picked, Mantell,” he said confidently.
“Picked!” Mantell exclaimed amazedly. “Are you sure of it?”
“Positively.”
“But——”
“There aren’t any buts,” Nick interrupted. “I know when evidence shows
that a lock has been picked. The crook who picked that one used a tool with
a sharp point, which at times touched one side of the bolt socket and left
faint marks in the brass. The brightness of them shows that it was quite
recently done.”
“But our servants are entirely trustworthy, Nick, and——”
“I don’t think it was done by one of your servants,” Nick again
interrupted. “Have you a burglar alarm in the house?”
“Yes, an electric alarm,” said Mantell. “All of the doors and windows on
the ground floor are protected. Perkins, the butler, sets it each night before
he retires.”
“This job may have been done during the day.”
“But there is always some one in the house.”
“I will look farther presently,” said Nick, not inclined to argue the point.
“Let me see the Vandyke letter, also the envelope, if you have it.”
Mantell took them from a pigeonhole in the desk and placed them in the
detective’s hand.
Nick turned to the window and began to inspect them with his lens,
which he had not replaced in his pocket. He did not read the letter, which
covered several closely written sheets, and in which he apparently had no
interest aside from the paper on which it was written.
“A man handling a tool small enough to pick the lock of a desk is very
likely to soil the balls of his thumb and fingers with the metal,” he remarked,
after several moments. “There are faint marks and smooches both on this
envelope and the backs of several sheets of the paper.”
“I did not observe them,” said Mantell, noting the detective’s subtle
intonation. “What do you make of them, Carter?”
“They look very much like finger prints,” said Nick. “Patsy——”
“Yes, chief.”
Patsy had foreseen what was coming and was alert on the instant.
“Mantell’s car is waiting outside,” said Nick, folding the letter and
replacing it in the envelope. “His chauffeur will take you to our office and
bring you back here. Examine these smooches with a magnifying glass and
see what you make of them. If finger prints, compare them with our
collection. Report as quickly as possible.”
“Trust me for that, chief,” cried Patsy, hastening from the room.
“While we are waiting, Mantell, I will have a look around the outside of
the house,” said Nick, rising. “I may find evidence that it has been recently
entered, in spite of your burglar alarm. You had better wait here. I can work
more quickly alone.”
Nick walked out through the hall after the last remark, and ten minutes
had passed, when he returned.
“Well?” questioned Mantell anxiously. “What have you found?”
“Nothing positively showing that the house was entered by night,” Nick
replied, resuming his seat. “It may have been accomplished through a
second-story window, however, several of which can be quite easily reached.
I found, nevertheless, positive evidence of something else.”
“Of what?”
“That two men quite recently were playing the eavesdropper under your
library windows,” said Nick. “There are partly obliterated footprints in the
greensward and the flower beds flanking the foundation wall below the
windows.”
“By Jove, is it possible!”
“If they were under only one window, I would feel less confident,” Nick
added. “The fact that traces of the same impressions appear under all of the
windows convinces me that I am right. They were spying outside ten
evenings ago.”
“How do you fix the exact day?” Mantell questioned perplexedly.
“By the character of the imprints and the condition of the near
greensward, to which they frequently stepped,” Nick explained. “We had a
hard rain eleven days ago, and have had none since then.”
“I remember.”
“A hard rain would completely obliterate such imprints from the soil of a
flower bed,” Nick went on. “These, then, must have been formed since the
storm. The depth and irregular character of them, however, show that the soil
must have been very soft and muddy, as if very soon after the rain. This
appears, too, in that when they stepped to the greensward they left many
traces of the soil clinging to their soles. I feel perfectly safe in saying that
they were there the night after the storm.”
Mantell’s face had taken on a more serious expression.
“By Jove, you have reminded me of something, Carter,” he said gravely.
“What is that?”
“It was on the day following that storm that I received Vandyke’s letter,
and I read it aloud that evening to my wife and parents. We were here in the
library. I begin to think your deductions are correct.”
“I am very sure of it,” Nick declared, smiling a bit oddly.
“But who could have been spying upon us, or playing the eavesdropper?”
“There were two men, Mantell, judging from the different imprints, or
what little is left of them,” said Nick. “They may have been here with some
other object in view, possibly the planning of a burglary. Their hearing that
letter, however, may have been only incidental, though it evidently resulted
in a change of their plans for an entirely different job.”
“You mean that of getting and robbing Juan Padillo.”
“Precisely.”
“But why do you suspect that a burglary was contemplated?”
“Because a notorious burglar, one of the most dangerous yeggs in the
country, was killed last night in a house in Manhattanville,” Nick now
explained. “I refer to Cornelius Taggart, quite commonly known as Connie
Taggart, the cracksman.”
“Good heavens!” Mantell’s color had been steadily waning. “You imply,
Carter, that he may have been one of the eavesdroppers, that he may have
been the scoundrel who used my name to deceive Juan Padillo.”
“Either he, Mantell, or his confederate,” bowed Nick. “That is precisely
what I think.”
“But why? For any other reason?” Mantell asked anxiously.
“Yes, a very potent reason,” nodded the detective. “Listen, Mantell, and I
will tell why I think so.”
Nick then informed him of what had been discovered in the
Manhattanville house, the evidence he had found, and many of the
conclusions at which he had arrived.
Mantell listened without interrupting, but with steadily increasing
apprehensions, as appeared in the look of despair that finally settled on his
drawn, white face.
“There is nothing to it, Carter,” he said, with a groan, when Nick had
concluded. “They have got both the man and the jewels. They have killed
Padillo, and the jewels are gone forever.”
“Don’t be so sure of that,” said Nick. “I may find a way to save the man
and recover the gems. That’s what I am seeking—the way.”
“You mean——”
“I mean that I want to discover, if possible, the identity of Taggart’s
confederate,” Nick interrupted. “I then can shape up my work. That is why I
came here to see Vandyke’s letter. I suspect that a copy of it was made. I
suspected, also, if it was obtained by breaking into the house and forcing
your desk, that it might bear finger prints of the crooks. Patsy will report a
little later.”
“But why wouldn’t a crook have taken the letter itself?” questioned
Mantell. “Why would he have made a copy of it?”
“Because you would have missed the letter, and, of course, would have
become suspicious,” Nick pointed out. “You would immediately have taken
steps to thwart the knavery that has been successfully accomplished through
leaving the letter in its customary place.”
“Yes, yes, I see,” Mantell nodded. “I ought to have thought of that. You
suspect then, that——”
“Wait! There comes my touring car with Chick and Danny, my
chauffeur,” Nick interrupted, glancing from the window. “I must see what
more he has learned.”
“I will admit him,” cried Mantell, hastening to do so.
Chick entered the library with him a few moments later. He at once
proceeded to report to Nick that Gibson, the house broker, could add nothing
definite to the statements he had made by telephone, and that his description
of the couple who had called to rent the house were of but little value, the
woman having been veiled at the time, while the man probably was in
disguise.
On one of the basement windows, however, Chick had found convincing
evidence that the house had been forcibly entered, but he could discover no
clew to the identity or number of the burglars.
“Whether they were confederates of Taggart or——”
“They were not,” said Nick, interrupting Chick’s report. “Taggart was
killed by Padillo, and he either was the man who lured the Mexican to the
house, or a confederate of the man who did so. In either case, Chick, the
Taggart gang would have had access to the house without breaking into it.”
“That’s logical,” Chick quickly admitted. “There is no denying it.”
“If we can discover the identity of Taggart’s confederate, therefore, we
shall have a definite clew to both gangs that evidently were in the house,”
Nick added. “Ah, Patsy is returning. Admit him, Mantell. His haste indicates
that he has made a discovery of some importance.”
Nick had caught sight of the returning automobile, from which Patsy was
hastening to alight before it came to a stop in the driveway. He entered the
library a moment later, and his first words confirmed Nick’s prediction.
“They are finger prints, chief, all right,” he cried, returning the Vandyke
letter.
“Are there corresponding ones in our collection?” Nick inquired.
“That’s what, chief.”
“Whose are they, Patsy?”
“Those of the crook who gave the law the slip, but not before we got his
measurements and identification marks,” cried Patsy. “There is no mistaking
them, chief. They are the finger prints of—Gaston Goulard!”
CHAPTER V.
A CHANCE CLEW.
No jungle in the heart of the African desert, no wilds of the Far West, no
desert region of the ice-bound North, no corner of the whole wide world, in
fact, contains beasts more to be dreaded, more crafty, cruel, and terrible, than
those to be found within the precincts of a great city, in the haunts of the
underworld, in the lairs and labyrinths of vice and crime.
Close upon four o’clock that afternoon, or about three hours after Nick
Carter and his assistants left the Mantell residence, two women met by
chance in a certain disreputable section of the East Side, and nearly in front
of an inferior hotel restaurant and barroom run by one Barney Magrath.
There was no mistaking their type and character. Their flashy attire, their
painted cheeks, the swagger atmosphere with which they met and entered
into conversation, told the story in broad-faced type and double-leaded lines.
One was a slender, thin-featured woman with red hair, crafty gray eyes,
and a sinister expression.
The other was a more striking woman. She had a fine figure, the better
clad of the two, a woman in the twenties, with regular features, dark hair and
complexion, a firm mouth and chin. Hers was a decidedly strong and quite
handsome face, lighted with eyes that had a habitual searching and defiant
expression.
The first words that passed between them, uttered by the woman with red
hair, fell upon the ears of a man who was about emerging from the near
barroom, and who instantly passed back of the swinging doors and lingered
to listen.
“Oh, I say!” exclaimed the woman. “You’re just the skirt I want to see.
I’ve been looking for you, Sadie.”
The brows of the listening man knit slightly. He appeared of a type that
frequented that locality, a rather sinister-looking fellow with a black
mustache.
No observer would have suspected him of being a detective—to say
nothing of being the most noted detective of his day.
“The woman herself—Sadie Badger,” was the thought that flashed
through his mind. “The other jade is Mollie Damon, a running mate of
Slugger Sloan, a holdup man.”
Nick had obtained a momentary glimpse of both women when they halted
on the sidewalk, and he had instantly recognized both notorious crooks.
“Looking for me, Moll?” Sadie Badger questioned, sharply eyeing her.
“That’s what, Sadie.”
“What do you want? Are you on the borrow?”
“Nix! Not much! I’ve got coin to burn.”
“What’s up, then?”
“There’s a gent who wants to meet you. He wanted me to find you.”
“Meet me, eh?” Sadie’s eyes took on a sinister squint. “Why does he want
to meet me?”
“He’ll tell you,” Moll Damon returned. “I’m not wise. That is, only wise
to—whisper!”
She leaned nearer to her companion and spoke with lowered voice, but
her sharp aspirates reached the ears of the listening detective.
“It’s about the trick that was turned last night.”
Sadie Badger gazed at her without a change of countenance.
“What trick is that?” she demanded. “Come across plainly. I don’t get
you.”
“You don’t, eh?” Moll frowned. “Tell that to the marines.”
“Tell it to whom you like,” Sadie retorted. “It’s all one to me.”
“Well, whether you get me, Sadie, or not, the gent wants to meet you,”
Moll insisted. “What do you say?”
Sadie Badger gazed at the curbing for several seconds, evidently sizing
up the significance of what she had heard, and the consequences involved in
whatever course she might shape.
“Who is the gent, Moll?” she then asked abruptly.
“You don’t know him.”
“What’s his name?”
“Goulard.”
“I never heard of him.”
“That cuts no ice,” Moll declared. “He’s all right. You’d better see him. If
you’ll go with me——”
“I guess not! Not if the court knows itself,” Sadie Badger interrupted,
with scornful significance. “Safety first, Moll. When I meet strange gents, I
meet them where I’m dead sure of having the best of it.”
“I’ll send him to you, then,” Moll Damon quickly suggested.
Sadie hesitated again for a moment, then said curtly:
“You may do that, Moll, if you like.”
“Where to?”
“I’m heading for home. You know where I hang out. Send him there and
I’ll see him.”
“I’ll do it,” Moll quickly nodded. “He’ll show up within an hour.”
“All right! I’ll be there.”
The women parted with as little ceremony as they had met.
“Goulard, eh?” thought Nick, having heard every word that passed
between the couple. “Goulard, eh? If he shows up before I do, Miss Sadie
Badger, he’ll go some. This is too good an opportunity to lose.”
The conversation between the two women had transpired in a very few
minutes. The significance of it, in view of what Nick had learned and
suspected, convinced him not only that he was on the right track, but also
that the work he had laid out for himself and his two assistants before
leaving the Mantell residence, the nature of which will appear, was likely to
prove successful.
No one had noticed him in the barroom doorway, and Nick presently
slipped out and started in pursuit of Sadie Badger.
“She is not acquainted with Goulard, and probably does not know him by
sight,” he rightly reasoned from what he had overheard. “If I have sized up
the evidence correctly, then, I probably can worm out of her precisely what
took place in the Manhattanville house, and possibly learn what became of
Padillo and his war prize. I’ll wager I have it near enough to pull wool over
the woman’s eyes and loosen her tongue. I’ll take the chance, at all events,
regardless of the consequences.”
Nick had no difficulty in overtaking Sadie Badger nor in trailing her to
her destination.
It proved to be the end dwelling of a long wooden block in the upper East
Side. The end house in which she dwelt was within fifty yards of the
swirling waters of East River. The intervening space was occupied with a
motley aggregation of old buildings devoted to divers uses. They extended
even to the walled bank of the restless river, a large sign on the farthest one
bearing the single word: “Lime.”
“Not a savory section, by Jove,” thought Nick, after watching the woman
enter the house. “I’ll allow reasonable time for Goulard to have been seen
and sent here, and then I’ll tackle the woman and—well, the proof of a
pudding is its eating.”
Nick waited less than ten minutes, however, apprehending that Goulard
might possibly arrive before he could hoodwink Sadie Badger, and he then
approached the house and rang the doorbell.
“I shall hear the rascal ring, of course, if he shows up before I have got in
my work,” he said to himself while waiting on the steps. “I’ll arrest both of
them in that case and land them where they belong.”
Nick had waited only about a minute when the door was opened by the
woman herself, divested of her street garments, and wearing a loose woolen
house jacket. She gazed sharply at him, and Nick at once said inquiringly:
“Miss Badger?”
“Yes, I am Miss Badger,” said Sadie, nodding a bit coldly.
“I am the man Moll Damon told you about—Gaston Goulard.”
“You arrive here very soon after my talk with her,” said Sadie
suspiciously. “How did she see you so quickly?”
“She did not see me,” said Nick, ready with an explanation. “She
telephoned.”
“Ah! Come in, Mr. Goulard.”
Nick entered and followed her into a small rear parlor, divided from that
in front by a curtained doorway. Through the broad portière, however, Nick
could see that the front room was unoccupied. Listening intently, moreover,
he could hear not a sound indicating that other persons were in the house.
Upon taking the chair to which the woman invited him, nevertheless,
Nick inquired:
“Do I find you alone here? As you may infer, Miss Badger, my business
with you is of a private nature.”
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