Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1895-09-05
-xou rouse my curiosity" cried Mars
ri 4 Il

You rouse my curiosity" cried Mars
den, placing himself opposite her.
Mrs. Ruthven turned over q page or
two Of the manuscript before her, and
resting her clasped hands on it, fixed her
eyes on her companion.
II had" she began, 50 clew, a mere
tride, which no one knew save myself, and
when I came up from Evesleigh, sent
for man Of whom had heard, no mat
ter how, man of keen, trained intelli-
gence, for saw that the regular solemn
English detective, with his heavy precau-
ton and transparent devices, was merely
announcing to the criminal world, I have
secret inquiry to conceal I sent for
this man. / gave aim, and him only, my
clew."
"And why d?h ;ou not give it at least
to me-" cried Marsden, "when was tear.
ing my heart out in fruitless efforts to re-
cover your jewels"
Il will tell you presently. Well, this
employe of mine, led by my-my sugges-
tons, fixed upon an individual whom he
thought might possibly have been the rob-
Der or agent of the robber and Swallowed
him" (she emphasized the word with cruel
bitterness). "For days he followed the
unconscious thief, in various DISCUSSES;
at last, after keeping him in sight with in
finite difficulty, he watched him leaving
a country house not far from st. Ger
main."
Marsden's expression changed from po-
lite attention to deep gravity.
cat a station midway to Paris he got
out, small valise in his hand. The de-
tective followed. 1t was early afternoon,
and few passengers were travelling: the
suspected thief went into frst-c1ass car
riage, with small dark mustache, low
crowned brown hat such as Englishmen
wear in the country, and long loose
overcoat. He came out at q station some
ten miles off in a sort of frock coat; rather
shabby, braided and fitting badly, soft
black felt hat pulled over his eyes and
large light mustache; his overcoat was
hanging on his arm, and he still carried
his valise. Here he waited some time,
reading paper, which he held before his
face, and finally, as it began to grow
dusk, he took third-class ticket to Paris;
my employe travelled in the same car
rage" she turned page. ut is too long
to tell how he tracked him that night to
an obscure street in the Marais, to the
shop of Polish Jew dealer in precious
stones, where he held long parley, and
then back to shabby cafe, where he en-
gagged room for the night-he went to
it, after partaking of some wine. and food.
When his pursuer had ascertained that he
was locked in for the night he returned
to the shop-I ought to have told you, that
this man was himself the son of Polish
Jew, and spoke the language we'll. He
made himself known to the owner of the
toll ST nf n a vino honn
the outlook for jewels, and in short, per-
suaded his compatriot to let him hide in
corner, where he could witness the inter-
view arranged for next day. I am dwell
ling too much on details, perhaps! Ulti-
mately my employee witnessed the sale of
ten large unset rubbies for price, which,
though high, was not enough for their
value, and he saw the face of the man
who sold them"
"Indeed!' with slightly contemptuous
accent; "and may l ask what was your
clew?
"There it is" cried Mrs. Ruthven, rails
ing her voice for the first time above the
level tone at which she had kept it, draw
ing her breath III deep sob, as she took
out a small leather case, and threw to
him. diamond stud. He had grown per-
fectly cOlOrleSS, Out Tie Hanu Will WHICH,
he took up the stud was steady.
"And what does this proven he asked.
"That Clifford Marsden, of Evesleigh
Manor, is felon!'' she answered, fierce
exultation lighting up her face and gleam-
ing her eyes. "Do you think l did not
recognize the peculiar setting of the dia-
mond which caught my hair in that waltz
that waltz"
She stopped, her breast heaving.
ITO no continued)