Staunton spectator. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 1849-1896, 1895-07-24

heavy and conspicuous, and the first idea
was to get rid of it, To do this he must
take it to safe place, break it open and
get the jewels out. The Mantle was op-
posite the park, so of course he would
carry the casl1et over there, and after
putting the jewels in his pocket throw
the case in the shrubbery. 1t was found
next morning and ought now to be III
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. 1t was empty.
81 declare, it is heavy observed Mr.
Martinot, lifting it. "IwCader 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 i'll the hall? 1t
would never have been noticed in the
confusion No wonder that in the hurry
of emptying it he dropped a ring-the
ring old Sarah saw on the girls hand. I
must visit the pawnshops to see it he
has sold the rest of them yet. p"
When Moses Mendle saw Detective
Martinot enter, he was not pleased.
'sNothing in your line" he called out
before the door closed.
"Come, come, Moses, I've an induce
ment for you" said Mr.. Martinot, tax
ing out a roll of bills. "The fact is some
very valuable pieces of jewery have
been taken-special pets Of the owner =
and if you know where they are or can
get them I'll pay the pledged price and
a 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 package with three glisten-
ing beauties inside, so brilliant that Mr..
Martinot could not repress an exclama-
tion of pleasure, "but l can't give his
name'
Reluctantly, but with his eyes upon
the greenbacks, Moses finally wrote
down name. Mr. 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
liams dianonds?"
In the office Of the secret service there
is a great volume of personals, and in
this Mr.. Martinot read: "Connor,
George; born III Connecticut; horseman,
bookmaker, reputed wealthy; in green
goods transactions; fine looking" Then
followed line few days old: ''Impli
Gated in green goods work; sent to Sing
Sing for a year. -
''Ah, so he may have been i'll 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. 81 want to see Con
nor he said to the warden.
Showing his secret service 3adge to
the green goods king, he said abruptly;
GIVE come to see you about those rings
you pawned with Mendle. I mean these.
They were stolen property, and con
fiscated them, you see. "
"My dear officer, " said Connor, glanc
ing carelessly, though M. Martinot
thought uneasily, at the rings, ''you are
mistaken, and so is Mendle if he says I
pawned them. never saw them before
in my life. p"
"Better think minute cautioned
Mr.. Martinot "They are part of the
Williams collection stolen from the Nj
antic the night she burned, but you
know more about it than l. 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! Mr.. 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!" soiloquized Mr.. 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 Mr.. Martinot
visited Sing Sing, George Connor was
reading this personal: Jack-Tell all
Give up jewels New Haven.
tYour ruse is admirable" said Con-
nor with a smile, but nevertheless ill at
ease. Unfortunately have nothing to
tell you.
Mr.. Martinot wHt back 80 shs 1ity.
81 was way off the trLth, :" said he, cor
Connor would have been deceived. He
hasn't the Jewels. The woman has
them. Fortunately know she is in New
Haven, and still more fortunately that
Connor 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 I can't
locate q 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 60 ev-
erywhere.
Anything going on tonight" " asked
Martinot Of tho hotel clerk in 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, 7 left mine h@me"
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 forget5iL5 ina object of his unusual
dissipation. Of q sudden there was a
hush. 4 woman vas entering the room,
and leaning forward like the rest he
caught full sight of the object Of Sd
much attention as she passed under the
palms surrounded by a court of students.
From head to foot she glistened with
diamonds and jewels Of all sorts.
"Who is that young woman?' he ask
ed 4 man hear him.
'FThat is Marie Newcastle.
':And who is Mario Newcastie?'
"Oh," laughed the man, "you must
be a stranger here. Miss Newcastle is
young actress whose parents live here,
where she spends her vacations. From
n simnIe vi1lapa Girl She has crown to