The Mount Holly news. [volume] (Mount Holly, Burlington Co., N.J.) 1891-1942, 1897-07-20
A HAIRPIN.

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Mr.. Robert Perkins entered his pri-
vate office with disagreeable frown.
He tossed his hat at the nearest hook
and dropped himself into his swivel
chair. Then he lifted his knee in the
air, olasped his hands about it and
gnawed at his mustache. Ordinarily
Mr.. Robert Perkins was good looking
example of manhood. He wasn't at all
attractive at the present moment how
ever. That's what the fair haired girl
at the typewriter i'll the outer office
thought. She could see him when she
raised her eyes above her copy, and she
wondered what disturbed him So
The fact is, he was a very much dis
gruntled man. He had cause to be-
Somebody was spying upon his move
ments. Somebody was even prying into
his private affairs and stealing informa-
ton that was of great value to him.
Mr.. Robert Perkins was a real estate
operator, a man of big deals, whose
name, in spite of his two and thirty
years, was already power in the street.
Up to within few weeks he had been
singularly successful, but now some
body seemed to be blocking all his i'm
portant moves. Only the day before he
had prepared in sketchy way the plat
of an extensive tract he had meant to
secure, and now he had just discovered
that the price had been jumped on him
TO an extent that meant an outlay of
$40, 900 more than he had counted on.
He knew that his breast was the only
guardian of this proposed deal-his
breast and his desk, for in the latter
was locked the precious plat
Mr.. Perkins pulled out his desk key
and thrust it into the keyhole. AT least
he attempted to do so, but something
interfered, something which stubborn
ly resisted the most violent effort. He
drew out the key and brought forth his
knife A few minutes of energetic pry-
ing and twisting dislodged the obstacle.
1t was hairpin.
A twisted hairpin of bronzed wire.
Mr.. Perkins instinctively turned in his
chair and looked toward the fair haired
girl at the typewriter. She was bend
ing over her work and did not see him.
Mr.. Perkins knew that the fair haired
girl used hairpins of bronzed wire.
Somebody had tried to pick his desk
lock with hairpin, the same some
body who had been making mischief
for him right along. Gould it be that
innocent looking young woman? She
handled his letters; she was to some
extent familiar with his private bust
ness.
Mr.. Perkins opened his desk with a
bang. Then he struck sharply on call
bell that stood at his elbow. A boy APP
peared in the doorway.
George" said Mr.. Perkins, "shut
the door"
When the lads back was turned, he
looked at the hairpin again and sighed.
Then be thrust it carefully into his vest
pocket. When the boy approached him,
he was gazing intently at the plat
where it lay, apparently undisturbed,
in the desk.
George said Mr.. Perkins, "do you
remember that l left early yesterday
afternoon?'
eyes, sir, said George. "You went
away at O'Clock with Mr.. Tompkins
in a carriage"
"Did you leave the outer office before
closing up timer"
Eyes, sir. l went to the postoffice
for stamps, and l came back by the
way of Lawyer Briggs office and left
that abstract -
How long were you gomez"
Bout half an hour, sir. Z"
"Was Miss Phillips in the office
when you left?'
''Who-Miss Alice?"
Eyes, Miss Alice
1t was pretty name. 1t was the first
time Mr.. Perkins had spoken it, and he
thought it very pretty name, and
then his fingers closed on the hairpin
and his heart hardened.
''She was here when l left and here
when come back, sir. :"
Anybody else here?''
''Mr. Burnham was in just before 1
left. He was talking to Miss Alice,
sir. -
IdlkluH To AllCe!
There was something in his snappy
tone that carried the intimation that
Mr.. Perkins didn't like this informa-
ton.
Eyes. sir, talking confidential like.
When looked around he stopped down
and said something real low, and Miss
Alice kind of blushed. "
THAT will do, George -
AS the boy opened the door Mr.. Per-
kins called him back.
Step across the hall to Mr.. Burn
hams Office and tell him 1 want to see
him."
Two minutes later Mr.. Tom Burn
ham pulled in. He was q short, stout
man, with a double chin and laughing
face.
want to see me, Bob?' he cried as
he took chair
Yes" replied Mr.. Perkins. He
paused a moment. tI'm worried and
puzzled, he added. Somebody is rob-
bling me of my ideas. -
"Get outl' said Mr.. Burnham.
cts true, " said Mr.. Perkins. ga
half dozen times within the last three
weeks have found myself face to face
with evidence that my private papers
have been tempered with. -
Seems incredible said Mr.. Burn
ham.
Yes. but it's true
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