Waterbury evening Democrat., 1895-07-22

the case Ill the enruDDery. 10 was rOund next morning and ought now to be in the recovered articles department. "
 This line of reasoning so impressed Detective Martinot that he hurried away to the park Sure enough, the casket had been found, supposed to be dropped by some one running from the burning building. It was empty.
 1T declare, it is heavy" observed MT. Martinot, lifting 1t. "Iwonder that the thief took the trouble to carry it out of the building Why did he not throw it into the flames or drop it in the hall? It would never have been noticed in the confusion. No wonder that in the hurry of emptying 1t he dropped a ring-the ring old Sarah saw on the girls hand. I must visit the pawnshops to see if he has sold the rest of them yet"
 When Moses Mendle saw Detective Martinot enter, he was not pleased. "Nothing in your line, he called out before the door closed.
 "Come, come, Moses, I've an induce ment for you," said MT. Martinot, talk ing out roll of bills. "The fact is some very valuable pieces of jewelry have been talzen-special pets of the owner - and if you know where they are or can get them I'll pay the pledged price and Q nice bonus, providing you tell me the name of the person who brought them here"
 Martinot's description and the sight of the money tempted Moses.
 "Come to think of it," he said, ga man did leave some very good rings," pulling out a package with three glisten- ing beauties inside so brilliant that Mr. Martinot could not repress an exc1ama- tion of pleasure, "but l can't give his name.''
 Reluctantly, but with his eyes upon the greenbacks, Moses finally wrote down a name. MT. Martinot looked at it and whistled.
 ''Now, what in the world," thought he as he walked away with the rings in his coat pocket, "can Connor, the green goods king, mean by stealing the Will Hams diamonds?"
 In the office of the secret service there is great volume of personals, and in this Mir. Martinot read: "Connor, George; born ill Connecticut; horseman, bookmaker, reputed wealthy; in green goods transactions fine looking" Then followed line few days old: "Imph cated in green goods work; sent to Sing Sing for year ."
 "Ah, so he may have been in town re- gently. And now he must tell me the story of those rings" An upward bound train found Detective Martinot on his way to Sing Sing. II want to see Con- nor," he said to the warden.
 Showing his secret service badge to the green goods king, he said abruptly {: "I've come to see you about those rings you pawned with Mendle. mean these. They were stolen property. and con- fiscated them, you see.
 My dear officer, said Connor, g1ahc- ing carelessly, though MT. Martinot thought uneasily, at the rings, "you are mistaken, and so is Mendle if he says I pawned them. never saw them before ill my life"
 Better think a minute" " cautioned MT. Martinot. "They are part of the Williams collection stolen from the Mi antic the night she burned, but you know more about it than I. Anything more to say?"
 Connor shook his head.
 Good day. Oh, something else Here's a letter I brought up for you from your hotel It's from lady, post marked New Haven. Scented. She couldn't have known you were here when she wrote Look! MT. Jack Con- nor. A friend probably. I'm going up there today. Any word?' "Only that it's fortunate for you I'm behind these bars"
 "Capital' soliloquized MT. Martinot on the train. 'He holds his tongue be- cause this woman's in the scrape. I'll have to put little personal in tomor- rows Planet from her. Then I'll come up and see Connor again. Next morning, when MT. Martinot visited Sing Sing, George Connor was reading this personal: "Jack-Tell all Give up jewels. New Haven.'
 "Your ruse is admirable. said Con- nor with a smile, but nevertheless i'll at ease. Unfortunately have nothing to tell you. "
 Mr. Martinot went back to the city. ~L was way off the truth, said he, Tor l Connor would have been deceived. He hasn't the jewels. The woman has them. Fortunately know she is ill New Haven, and still more fortunately that | Copnor isn't allowed to write to his friends for three days yet. The warden says the letter writing takes place then. must go to New Haven, and if can t locate a young, pretty woman-she is young and pretty-in three days I'd bet ter resign my position in the service. I'll put up at the best hotel and go ev- anywhere.
 Anything going on tonight, :" asked Martinot of the hotel clerk ill New Haven, "besides the ball in the hall? No? Then I'll trouble you to send for tickets for me. And, by the way, shall want dress suit Travelling for pleas ure, ] left mine home"
 An hour later, snugly located in the gallery of the palm decked hall, the de tective watched and waited, enjoying the brilliant scene about him and al most forgetting the object of his unusual dissipation. Of a sudden there was a hush. A woman was entering the room. and leaning forward like the rest he caught full sight of the object of SC much attention as she passed under the palms surrounded by court of students. From head to foot she glistened with diamonds and jewels of all sorts.
 "Who is that young woman?" he ask ed a man near him.
 "That is Marie Newcastle"
 "And who is Marie Newcastle?''
 "Oh," laughed the man, "you mus be stranger here. Miss Newcastle is { young actress whose parents live here where she spends her vacations. Fron a simple village girl she has grown tx be the queen of the college boys and th' leader among the liveier set of th' town. She is drowned upon and petted but that she is enjoying her youthful , reign you will acknowledge when yol see her drive down Hillsboro avenue to morrow afternoon behind her whit |