The Clock Strikes Thirteen

  CHAPTER 17 _FALSE RECORDS_

  Mr. Blake, suave, completely at ease, sat opposite Mr. Parker and Pennyin the editor's private office.

  "I came as soon as I could after receiving your telephone message, Mr.Parker," he said pleasantly. "Now what seems to be the trouble?"

  "Perhaps I shouldn't have bothered you," the editor apologized. "However,in glancing over the abstract for the Orphans' Camp property I noticedthat the land is owned by a man named Benjamin Bowman."

  "Quite true. I am acting as his agent."

  "It happens that I have had dealings with a man by that same name,"resumed Mr. Parker. "Rather unpleasant dealings, I might add. I'm curiousto learn if this property owner is the same fellow."

  "Very unlikely, I think," Mr. Blake shrugged. "My client does not residein Riverview."

  "Nor does the man I have in mind."

  "Can you tell us what he looks like?" Penny interposed eagerly.

  "I am very sorry, but I can't," Mr. Blake returned. "I've never met Mr.Bowman."

  "Yet you act as his agent?" Mr. Parker inquired in astonishment.

  "All our dealings have been by mail or telephone."

  "I see," the editor commented reflectively. "Well, at least you canprovide me with the man's address."

  "I can't do that either," Mr. Blake declined. "Benjamin Bowman is asalesman with no permanent address. He communicates with me at fairlyregular intervals, but until I hear from him, I have no idea where hewill be the following week."

  "Your description seems to fit the man of my acquaintance," Mr. Parkersaid dryly. "But tell me, how do you expect to complete this deal? WillBowman come here to sign the necessary papers?"

  "Oh, that won't be required. He's already made out the sales documents,and also given me a power of attorney."

  "Mr. Bowman seems to think of everything," Mr. Parker remarked grimly. "Iwas hoping for the pleasure of meeting him."

  "I really don't see what all this has to do with the sale of theproperty," Mr. Blake reproved in a mild voice. "You feel that the site isa suitable one, and the price right?"

  "I have no serious objections to it."

  "Then why allow your personal feelings to interfere with the deal?"

  "I have no intention of doing so," Mr. Parker answered.

  "Then if you'll give your approval, we'll sign the final papers tomorrowat my office. The dedication of the new camp has been set for the tenthof the month, and that means no time can be lost."

  "Everything seems to have been settled without my approval," Mr. Parkersaid, smiling. "However, if you don't mind, I'll keep this abstract alittle longer."

  "As you like," the real estate man shrugged. "Have your lawyer go overthe records with a fine tooth comb. He'll find no flaws anywhere."

  Arising, Mr. Blake bowed politely and left the office. Penny waited untilshe knew that he was a considerable distance from the door before seekingher father's opinion of the interview.

  "Everything may be on the level," he conceded, frowning. "I've no reasonto distrust Blake, and yet I can't help feeling that there's somethingpeculiar about this land deal."

  "Blake has been rushing things through at such a furious rate," Pennynodded. "Another thing, Ben Bowman is a well-known forger."

  "What makes you think that?" the editor asked alertly. "Any realinformation?"

  Penny revealed everything she had learned that day at Claymore. Mr.Parker listened attentively, making few comments until she had finished.

  "I am more than ever convinced there is something phoney about Bowman'sconnection with this affair," he declared grimly. "We'll see what mylawyer has to say."

  Having made up his mind that the transaction merited a thoroughinvestigation, Mr. Parker personally carried the questionable abstract toa reliable law firm, Adams and McPherson. The report came back late inthe afternoon, and was relayed to Penny at the dinner table.

  "Mr. Adams says that the abstract seems to be drawn up correctly," theeditor disclosed. "He could find no flaw in it or in any of the recordsat the court house."

  "Then apparently we jumped too hasty to conclusions," Penny remarked indisappointment.

  "I'm not so sure. Mr. Adams tells me that the ownership of the propertyis a very muddled affair."

  "Muddled?"

  "Yes, it has changed hands many times in the past year, and oddly, noneof the buyers or sellers seem to be known in Riverview."

  "What does Mr. Adams think about that, Dad?"

  "He advises that the records be inspected very carefully. It will takeweeks though, for they are quite involved."

  "I suppose that will hold up the opening of the camp."

  "It may," Mr. Parker acknowledged. "However, it seems wise to take everyprecaution even if the camp isn't opened this year. Too much money isinvolved to risk paying for land which may have a faulty title."

  The following day, the editor conferred with members of the Camp Fundboard, telling of his findings. To his chagrin, Mrs. Van Cleve did notshare his views.

  "I trust Mr. Blake's judgment implicitly," she insisted. "I am sure theproperty will be satisfactory in every way. If there should by chance beany flaw in the title, he would make it good."

  "We can't possibly delay the dedication another week," added anotherfeminine member of the board. "The summer is nearly over now."

  "At least postpone making the final payment until after I have hadanother report from my lawyers," Mr. Parker pleaded.

  "Very well, we'll do that," Mrs. Van Cleve agreed. "Mr. Blake is soobliging I am sure he will allow us to set up equipment on the land, eventhough we don't actually possess title."

  The entire transaction seemed very unbusinesslike to Mr. Parker, but hedid not attempt to force his opinion upon the board members. Accordingly,plans went forward for the grand opening of the camp. Stories appearedregularly in the _Star_, playground equipment and floored tents were setup on the camp site, and the actual dedication program was announced.

  "You might know Mr. Blake would be invited to make the main speech,"Penny remarked disapprovingly as she scanned the latest story of thecoming affair. "Every day, in every way, he gives me a bigger and biggerpain!"

  Throughout the week both she and Louise had been very active, helping outat the new camp site. The land had been cleared of underbrush, trails hadbeen constructed, and a well dug. While supervising the setting-up ofslides, merry-go-rounds and teeter-totters, Penny upon several occasionshad had disagreements with Mr. Blake. The man remained at the site almostconstantly, imposing his wishes upon everyone.

  "A great deal of time and money has been spent getting that place readyfor the dedication," Penny commented to her father. "If anything shouldhappen that the final papers aren't signed, it would be a pity."

  "I've had no report as yet," Mr. Parker answered. "My lawyers tell methey never delved into a more involved case."

  "What does Mr. Blake think about the investigation?"

  "He seems to be agreeable. However, I suspect he's been working on thevarious board members, trying to get them to conclude the deal withoutwaiting."

  "How long will it be before you'll have a final report, Dad?"

  "I don't know," he admitted. "I expected to get it long before this."

  In the flurry of preparing for the camp dedication, Penny had noopportunity to give much thought to other affairs. She did not see SethMcGuire, the sheriff had nothing to disclose concerning Clem Davis'disappearance, and the Black Hoods seemed to have become an extinctorganization.

  On the morning of the designated date, Penny was abroad early. She andLouise planned to drive to the dedication exercises together, and wishedto arrive before the grounds were congested. Eating breakfast hurriedly,Penny scarcely noticed when her father was called to the telephone. Heabsented himself from the dining room nearly fifteen minutes. As hereturned to the table, Penny pushed back her chair, ready to leave.

  "Well, I'll s
ee you at the camp grounds, Dad," she said lightly.

  "I don't know what to do about the dedication," responded Mr. Parker in asober tone. "By rights there should be none."

  Penny stared at him.

  "I've just heard from my lawyers," Mr. Parker explained.

  "Then, there is a flaw in the title as you suspected!"

  "Decidedly. It's a very mixed-up mess, and as yet we're not sure what itmay mean."

  "Tell me about it, Dad," Penny pleaded, sliding back into her chair.

  "Benjamin Bowman--whoever he may be--doesn't own the camp property."

  "Then in whose name is it?"

  "The property doesn't belong to anyone."

  "Why, how ridiculous!" Penny exclaimed. "Doesn't every piece of land inthe world belong to someone?"

  "Actually the heirs of Rosanna and Joseph Schulta own this particularproperty. But there are no heirs."

  "What you say doesn't make sense to me, Dad."

  "The whole affair is very involved," Mr. Parker explained. "In tracingback the history of the land, my lawyers found that originally it wasowned by Rosanna and Joseph Schulta, an elderly couple, who had no knownrelatives. They sailed for Germany more than fifty years ago. The shipsank, and presumably they were lost. Their land was never claimed, andsomehow the state overlooked the case."

  "But I thought the property had changed hands many times in recentyears!"

  "Only theoretically. All those records have been falsified."

  "By whom, Dad? Ben Bowman?"

  "My lawyers are inclined to think Blake may be at the bottom of it. He isa very shrewd real estate man, and in examining records at the courthouse, he may have learned about this floating property."

  "Then he deliberately tried to cheat the Camp Fund board!"

  "It looks that way. Neither Ben Bowman nor anyone else owns the property.Had you not noticed his name on the abstract, it's unlikely the fraudwould have been uncovered for quite a few years to come."

  "What will you do, Dad?" Penny inquired, deeply distressed. "Thededication is scheduled to start within an hour."

  "I don't see how it can be postponed," Mr. Parker said soberly. "It willhave to go on according to schedule."

  "Afterwards you'll ask for Blake's arrest?"

  "There's no real evidence against him."

  "No evidence!"

  "He claims to be a mere agent of Ben Bowman. All of the deeds and legalpapers were drawn up by some other person. If any accusation is madeagainst him, he can escape by maintaining that he knew nothing of theback records."

  "There's one person who might be able to implicate him!" Penny exclaimed."Ben Bowman!"

  "Bowman should have it in his power to clear up some of the mystery," Mr.Parker agreed. "But how are we to find him?"

  "I don't know," Penny admitted. "It looks rather hopeless unless thepolice just present him to us wrapped in pink ribbon."

  The clock struck nine. Daring not to linger any longer, Penny hastilybade her father goodbye and left the house.

  Driving to the camp site with Louise Sidell, she told her chum of thelatest complications.

  "Mr. Blake is one of the worst hypocrites in the world," she declaredfeelingly. "He pretends he wants to help the orphans, and all the whilehe intends to trick the Board and make a nice profit for himself."

  "Your father won't let him get away with it," Louise returnedconfidently. "So long as the money hasn't been paid over there's no needto worry."

  Arriving at the camp site, the girls went at once to the official tent.To their surprise, Mr. Blake, Mrs. Van Cleve, and all members of theBoard save Mr. Parker, were there. On the table lay various legal paperswhich bore signatures still moist with ink.

  Penny gazed from one person to another, slowly comprehending the scene.

  "You're not buying this property!" she exclaimed in protest.

  Mrs. Van Cleve's reply stunned her.

  "It seemed unreasonable to keep Mr. Blake waiting," the woman saidquietly. "The transaction has just been completed."