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      F. SCOTT FITZGERALD

      Stories 1909–17.

      STORIES 1909–17

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       The Mystery of the Raymond Mortgage.

       Reade, Substitute Right Half.

       A Debt of Honor.

       The Room with the Green Blinds.

       A Luckless Santa Claus.

       Pain and the Scientist.

       The Trail of the Duke.

       Shadow Laurels.

       The Ordeal.

       The Debutante.

       The Spire and the Gargoyle.

       Babes in the Woods.

       Sentiment—and the Use of Rouge.

       The Pierian Springs and the Last Straw.

The Mystery of the Raymond Mortgage.

      St. Paul Academy Now and Then (October 1909)

      When I first saw John Syrel of the New York Daily News, he was standing before an open window of my house gazing out on the city. It was about six o’clock and the lights were just going on. All down 33rd Street was a long line of gayly illuminated buildings. He was not a tall man, but thanks to the erectness of his posture, and the suppleness of his movement, it would take no athlete to tell that he was of fine build. He was twenty-three years old when I first saw him, and was already a reporter on the News. He was not a handsome man; his face was clean-shaven, and his chin showed him to be of strong character. His eyes and hair were brown.

      As I entered the room he turned around slowly and addressed me in a slow, drawling tone: “I think I have the honor of speaking to Mr. Egan, chief of police.” I assented, and he went on: “My name is John Syrel and my business,—to tell you frankly, is to learn all I can about that case of the Raymond mortgage.”

      I started to speak but he silenced me with a wave of his hand. “Though I belong to the staff of the Daily News,” he continued, “I am not here as an agent of the paper,”

      “I am not here,” I interrupted coldly, “to tell every newspaper reporter or adventurer about private affairs. James, show this man out.”

      Syrel turned without a word and I heard his steps echo up the driveway.

      However, this was not destined to be the last time I ever saw Syrel, as events will show.

      The morning after I first saw John Syrel, I proceeded to the scene of the crime to which he had alluded. On the train I picked up a newspaper and read the following account of the crime and theft, which had followed it:

      “EXTRA”

       “Great Crime Committed in Suburbs of City”

       “Mayor Proceeding to Scenes of Crime”

      On the morning of July 1st, a crime and serious theft were committed on the outskirts of the city. Miss Raymond was killed and the body of a servant was found outside of the house. Mr. Raymond of Santuka Lake was awakened on Tuesday morning by a scream and two revolver shots which proceeded from his wife’s room. He tried to open the door but it would not open.

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