THE MASTER MYSTERY

Novelized by

Arthur B. Reeve and John W. Grey

From Scenarios by Arthur B. Reeve in Collaboration with John W. Grey and C.A.  Logue

Profusely Illustrated with Photographic Reproductions Taken from the Houdini Super-Serial of the Same Name.  A B. A. Rolfe Production.

New York
Grosset & Dunlap
Publishers

Published May, 1919

THE MASTER MYSTERY

CHAPTER I

Peter Brent sat nervously smoking in the library of his great house, Brent Rock.

He was a man of about forty-five or -six—­a typical, shrewd business man.  Something, however, was evidently on his mind, for, though he tried to conceal it, he lacked the self-assurance that was habitually his before the world.

A scowl clouded his face as the door of the library was flung open and he heard voices in the hall.  A tall, spare, long-haired man forced his way in, crushing his soft black hat in his hands.

“I will see Mr. Brent,” insisted the new-comer, as he pushed past the butler.  “Mr. Brent!” he cried, advancing with a wild light in his eyes.  “I’m tired of excuses.  I want justice regarding that water-motor of mine.”  He paused, then added, shaking his finger threateningly, “Put it on the market—­or I will call in the Department of Justice!”

Brent scowled again.  For years he had been amassing a fortune by a process that was scarcely within the law.

For, when inventions threaten to render useless already existing patents, necessitating the scrapping of millions of dollars’ worth of machinery, vested interests must be protected.

Thus, Brent and his partner, Herbert Balcom, had evolved a simple method of protecting corporations against troublesome inventors and inventions.  They had formed their own corporation, International Patents, Incorporated.

Their method was effective—­though desperate.  It was to suppress the inventor and his labor.  They bought the sole rights from the inventor, promising him glittering royalties.  The joker was that the invention was suppressed.  None were ever manufactured.  Hence there were no royalties and the corporations went on undisturbed while Brent and Balcom collected huge retainers for the protection they afforded them.

Thus Brent Rock had come to be hated by scores of inventors defrauded in this unequal conflict with big business.

The inventor looked about at the library, richly paneled in oak and luxuriously furnished.  Through a pair of folding-doors he could see the dining-room and a conservatory beyond.  All this had been paid for by himself and such as he.

“Sit down, sir,” nodded Brent, suavely.

The man continued to stand, growing more and more excited.  Had he been a keener observer he would have seen that under Brent’s suavity there was a scarcely hidden nervousness.