Doris Force at Locked Gates; Or, Saving a Mysterious Fortune — A Closer Reading
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from where Doris and Marshmallow were standing.
“Now what?” they heard him mutter angrily.
Doris and Marshmallow moved over toward the car, curious to learn what was wrong.
“Having trouble?” Marshmallow inquired pleasantly.
“What does it look like?” the stranger snapped crossly. “This car hasn’t run decently for the last fifteen miles!”
“Perhaps your gas line is plugged,” Marshmallow suggested, lifting the hood. “Yep, that’s just what it is. Give me a wire or something and I can fix it in a jiffy.”
“Gas line plugged?” the driver grumbled as he searched in the tool case. “That’s what I get for buying cheap gas at Rumson.”
Doris glanced up quickly.
“What do you know of Rumson?” she asked.
“Ever hear of people there named Gates?” Marshmallow questioned.
The driver gave him a sharp glance and muttered something which neither Doris nor Marshmallow could make out. To their surprise, he brushed past them and slammed down the hood. Then he sprang into the roadster and without a word of explanation started the motor and drove rapidly away.
CHAPTER II A FRIENDLY NOTE
“Well, what do you know about that?” Marshmallow ejaculated, as he watched the red roadster vanish down the street. “I would have fixed his old gas line if he hadn’t been in such a rush. The big grouch! I hope it plugs up so badly he can’t keep going!”
“I don’t see what made him drive off in such a hurry,” Doris returned. “We just asked him if he knew any one by the name of Gates and he looked at us so suspiciously—or rather, I should say guardedly. I wish I knew where Rumson was. I’m beginning to get interested.”
“Let’s look it up on the map,” Marshmallow suggested. “There’s one in the house.”
They hurried up the walk toward the Mallow residence. It was a modern brick English type structure, located on a shady side street of Chilton in the suburbs of Plainfield, and was one of the most attractive houses in the city. The grounds were beautifully landscaped with silver-tipped evergreens, an abundance of rhododendrons and scarlet azaleas. The interior of the house was equally inviting, for Mrs. Mallow was noted as an excellent housekeeper.
Marshmallow found the road map in the desk and brought it out upon the porch. Doris spread it out between them and they pored over it.
“Here it is,” Marshmallow declared after a little search. “It can’t be more than fifty miles away. You take the Center Ridge road. It’s just a small town. You’d have a heck of a summer there.”
“It’s out in the direction Dave lives,” Doris remarked absently.
“Oh, sure, I forgot that!” Marshmallow drawled teasingly. “You’ll have a peach of a time.”
“And there’s an aviation field near Rumson,” Doris went on, scarcely noticing what her companion had said.
“That means Dave can fly down to see you every day or so. No wonder girls fall for fellows that are aviators!”
“Dave isn’t a full-fledged one yet,” Doris returned proudly, “but he’ll soon finish his flying course and then he expects to get a license.”
“Transport or marriage?” Marshmallow grinned.
“Oh, go chase yourself!” Doris retorted slangily.
Marshmallow got up from the porch and lazily stretched himself.
“I think I will,” he returned. “I can smell cookies baking in the kitchen, and I’ll just ankle around and coerce Mother into parting with a few dozen.”
After Marshmallow had gone inside, Doris continued to study the map for several minutes and then tossed it aside as she caught sight of her uncle coming up the walk. Eagerly, she ran to meet him.
“What have you in those packages?” she demanded.
“Oh, something nice for you.”
As he smiled indulgently down upon her, Doris could not but think how very fortunate she was to have such a generous and handsome uncle. Though Wardell Force was of middle age, with hair fast turning gray, he walked with the step of a boy and his energy was equal to that of any dozen average men. His voice was low pitched, but of singular quality which made one instinctively turn to listen when he spoke.
The story opens with Doris Force waiting at a gatepost, a detail that immediately establishes the motif of gates and barriers that will recur throughout the book. Her friend Marshmallow Mallow—a chubby, easygoing youth—joins her, and their banter sets a tone of lighthearted anticipation. The gatepost is not merely a meeting point; it becomes a threshold between ordinary life and the mystery that unfolds when Doris receives a queer invitation. The narrative voice moves briskly, alternating between dialogue and description, and the early chapters establish a clear rhythm: a scene of everyday boredom, a letter or arrival, then a shift to a new location. This pattern of movement—from Chilton to the Gates mansion, from outdoor spaces to locked rooms—structures the investigation.
Gates as Thresholds and Obstacles
The title’s “Locked Gates” is not just a phrase but a recurring physical and symbolic element. In the opening chapter, Doris hangs on a gatepost; later, the Gates mansion is introduced with its forbidding gates that literally and figuratively separate the sisters from the outside world. The gates are described as “locked” and “austere,” and they appear at key moments: when the girls first arrive, when they attempt to leave, and when the dog Wags digs up the ruby ring near them. The gates function as obstacles that Doris must navigate—both physically and socially. They also mirror the emotional barriers of the Misses Gates, who are “sensitive” and “cold” when confronted with the ring. The repetition of the word “gates” in the title and throughout the text reinforces the idea that entry and exit are central to the plot.
Recurring Images: The Ruby Ring and Its Weight
The ruby ring discovered by Wags is the most vivid recurring image. It is described as “old and yellow,” with a “sparkling gem” that “caught the lights in its rich, deep tones.” The ring is passed from hand to hand, but the Misses Gates refuse to touch it, calling it a painful reminder. Doris and Kitty try it on—it fits Doris’s third finger—and Kitty calls it an “orphan.” The ring’s journey from buried object to contested token mirrors the story’s movement from hidden past to present conflict. The image recurs in Doris’s thoughts: she glances “in the direction of the Locked Gates” while holding it, linking the ring to the gates and the fortune. The ring is not just a clue; it is a symbol of romance and tragedy, as Doris reflects on “the romance and the tragedy hidden away in its very heart.”
Movement Between Scenes: From Boredom to Action
The narrative structure relies on a pattern of movement from static, everyday settings to dynamic, mysterious ones. The first chapter establishes a mood of summer dullness in Chilton: Doris and Marshmallow complain that “nothing ever turns up.” This lull is broken by the arrival of a letter, which propels Doris to the aviation meet and then to the Gates mansion. Each chapter title signals a shift: “A Queer Invitation,” “A Prospective Visit,” “Locked Gates.” Inside the mansion, the action alternates between indoor scenes (luncheon, conversations) and outdoor discoveries (the dog digging, the ring). The girls move from room to room, and the narrative follows them, creating a sense of exploration. The pace quickens when Cora leaves the premises, and the mansion feels “quiet and desolate,” prompting the girls to venture out. This back-and-forth between confinement and release keeps the reader oriented.
Voice and Dialogue: Banter and Restraint
The dialogue reveals character through contrast. Doris is quick-witted and teasing: “Oh, go eat another apple!” she tells Marshmallow. Marshmallow is good-natured and lazy, often eating or drawling. Their exchanges are light and affectionate, establishing a baseline of normalcy. In contrast, the Misses Gates speak in clipped, emotional phrases: “It doesn’t belong to me,” Azalea says tartly; Iris declares, “I’ll never touch it as long as I live!” The sisters’ dialogue is marked by restraint and pain, while Doris and Kitty speak freely and practically. The narrative voice itself is straightforward, with occasional descriptive flourishes (“the Locked Gates that appeared even more forbidding and austere”). The tone remains consistent—neither overly dramatic nor flat—allowing the mystery to unfold through conversation and observation rather than interior monologue.
Readers will find that the story’s strength lies in its concrete details—the gatepost, the ring, the dog’s discovery—rather than in elaborate plotting. Pay attention to how objects and settings recur, as they often carry the emotional weight. The movement between scenes is brisk, and the dialogue keeps the pace lively. This is a mystery built on small, tangible clues and the reactions they provoke.
The rain made the Gates mansion feel even more locked, that ruby ring almost sad in the gloom. Doris's quiet triumph left a lingering ache. I found myself thinking of Judy Bolton, another girl who inherits puzzles and secrets, not just fortunes. So I picked up The Phantom Friend A Judy Bolton Mystery — Reading Companion. It felt like moving to a different, gentler rain.
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