The Sunday morning news. [volume] (Jersey City [N.J.]) 1886-1891, 1889-08-04

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"And then. " she sobbed on, II ordered
him to go and find you, and he went and
don't know anything more"
.Well, never mind just now" poor Ro-
land said soothingly; II dare say he meant
1t only as sort of an Oriental homage.
He thinks you very beautiful woman,
and does not understand our ways, though
he does our language. It shall never &C.
cur again, that promise you; and, Nora
darling, don't worry--I dare say it win
all come right, and the diamond viii
turn up"
Nevertheless he was very pale, and
felt that ten thousand pound stone a
very milestone about his neck
"Oh, that dreadful diamondw cried
Nora; ''of course know who stole it,"
He looked amazed. "You known he
questioned.
eyes; the moment the rajah had left
me, what then thought curious thing
happened. A rough looking man, not
| gentleman, suddenly appeared half be-
hind me, and said in a painfully wretch
ed sort of voice, where is JimT and
what made 1t seem more strange was
that that very man had all but stopped
me as was following you from the car
| rage and asked the same stupid ques-
| ton. OF course understand 1t now; 1t
was a mere trick to distract my atten-
ton, and If the detective had not been
close by me he would no doubt have
snatched the diamond at that moment"
He has followed it upp exclaimed
Roland. al did not tell you, did l, a tri-
fling-at least what at the time / thought
a trifiing-thing occurred as / got into
the train at Westminster? got into
what | thought was an empty carriage,
rather stupid thing to do under the
circumstances, now come to think of
it, and surly, burly sort of scoundrel
peered in. hesitated and then went away.
Well, the carriage was not empty, for /
was no sooner in it than I saw roughly
dressed fellow, who looked more like
third class passenger, sitting opposite.
He remained very quiet, but at the next
station, st. James, got out while Twas
reading the paper; but as he passed he
said those identical words, Where is
JimY see. II it had not been for two
or three men getting in there, he would
have attempted to stife me, OF give me
blow on the head, for he had bag Of
tools or something of the sort with him.
He'd lost his opportunity, and so tried
again. But how In fortunes name did
he get in herep'
"He must have bribed some one," said
Nora. "Now we must lose no time in
setting the detective on the track, though
Icannot think what he was about to let
such a thing happen. He is not much
good"
Her husband ruefully told her of Sir
Meredith's suspicious. "Oh, it Is a plot!"
she exclaimed; "those two are accom-
plices. Now had better go home, and
you and Sir Meredith Walton put your
sapient heads together over this affair"
As this was clearly the best plan, he
saw her safely off, and then sought Sir
Meredith. The news that the great
Orange diamond had been stolen had
meanwhile spread abroad, and he was
beset with questions and offers of assist
ance.
Nora could not think of going to bed,
and although saying to herself that It
was a foolish thing to do, considering all
the circumstances, sat down to write
long letter to that wandering "Jim" on
the other side of the Atlantic. Their re-
lations had become genuinely fraternnl
since those ridiculous happy old days,
and she left the cover open i'll order to
put in the latest intelligence of the dia-
naond and kind message from Roland.
While waiting for the carriage, her
husband had added one more touch to
the strange tangie that had the Orange
diamond for its central clew. That panied
wistful query, where is JIM" had
struck the chord of an old memory in
him also. His cousin Jim Larose had
been his earliest, his favorite companion.
He and Jim had run evenly in the favor
and affection of old Aunt Sabina, who
had quarreled about the spoilt ducks
her prize, pampered ducks Jim had
been idle and extravagant, spoilt as
boy, unable to learn that this world was
not made expressly for his benefit; final
ly, after many wanderings, had been
last heard of at Cape Town. After that
q long silence.
Roland resolved that the very next day
ne would write kindly TO poor Old Aunt
Sabina, and put on foot proper inquiries
after the missing Jim.
Sir Meredith Walton was not man
to lose an important moment. Minutes
count in such case as this almost as
they do in getting out a fire engine. Roy
atty having checked the exit of Mr.. Gadd,
"the detective" he and Ii Che arrived at
the entrance door at the same instant.
Mr.. Gadd sauntered towards the wide
open door, his crush hat in his hand, and
threaded his way through the loungers
that swarned aboutit. An orange girl had
edged so close that peering forward she
could look well into the ante-room of that
world of color and brilliancy, where the
ladies were beautiful wax dolls, and the
| gentlemen's hair was parted so nicely.
The blazing light streamed into the open
air and showed up the dark, round, bold
face, and basket of bright oranges. Mr..
Gadd addressed her in a tone half per-
| emptory, half good natured.
Come, he said, this is pretty impu-
dent Of you wriggling in here; now run
1 r