The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1899-01-15

cheat us women. and play any hanky-panky
tricks with us as you please. but sometimes
you're mistaken Don't fancy you can come
the old soldier over me. Mr.. Champnell! 1
tell you that George Carman planned the
whole affair, from first to last-and know
it! And you tell him from me that if
he doesn't give me back that promise of
marriage or another one in it's place, before
tonight, I'll go right straight away to his
father-and then we'll see'
The lady moved majesticaly, towards the
door. As she reached it, Lord George came
in. He stared at her. blocking the way.
'Haw Anything wrong?"
Yes. George Carman, everythings wrong;
SO don't you make any mistake about it,
And the lady, sweeping past him. dis
appeared. Lord George stared after her,
dropped his eye-glass, picked it UP again,
and having ref1xed it in his eye, stared at
Mr.. Champnell askance.
Whats up?"'
ut would seem. if you will excuse my
saying so, that Miss Darlings temper is
up"
Lord George moved across the room to-
wards Mr.. Champnell. He lowered his
voice to a confidential whisper
do you think she did it?"
'She says you did it,"
me, Lori" Lord George paused THAT'S
good. Why, 1 wasn't near the place all
night"
Are you sure of that?'
Lord George seemed to finch before the
others scrutinizing gaze
Sure? OF course, I'm sure! 1 suppose
ought to know
las you say, you certainly ought to
know" Mr.. Champnell turned aside per
haps, Carman. you wouldn't mind showing
me over the premises
Pleasure! Not that there's anything to
show
There did not seem to be anything to
show The tour of inspection only occupied
short time; they only made one pause.
Believe this is where the fellow broke in.
Am told so''
Mr.. Champnell looked round him. He
recognized the room which his visitor had
described-the little room, with the white
walls. 1t was a small room. with table
in the center on which had probably stood
the bottle and the glass whose presence had
induced the gentleman to put down his bag
On going to the window Mr.. Champnell
perceived that it opened directly into the
garden; it was an ideal place for burglar
to effect entry. The walls a room painted
such very vivid white
Did the man leave behind him any token
of his presenter"
Don't know. Think not. Heard of moth
ing"
Lord George was taciturn. He looked de-
pressed. Possibly he was thinking of Miss
Darling's temper.
Rather a curious color to have the walls
Of room painted such very vivid white"
She would have it. Said it was cool.
don't know" He seemed more depressed
than ever-as if he was tired. "Aint you
finished?"
Nearly. Now 1 want to see the room
from which the jewels were taken and the
case itself from which the jewels were alb
stracted, and in which, also, as 1 under
stand, your promise to marry Miss Darling
was kept"
Lord George looked doubtful.
That's Tottie's bedroom. 1 expect she's in
it. She generally bolts to it when she's up
set" Mr. Champnell was suave but firm.
II should be sorry, in any way, to incon-
venience Miss Darling, but 1 have no doubt
that. when she hears what we want, she will
be delighted to allow us to examine the ac-
tuaI scene of the robbery. She herself will
see so clearly the absolute necessity of such
an examination taking place.
Lord George continued to look doubtful.
and the event proved that his doubt was
justified They had to knock at the ladys
bedroom door two three times before it's
occupant condescended to answer, and after
she had answered they had to parley for
some time longer before admission was
gained. Finally. with flourish, Miss Oar
ling threw the door wide open.
oh by all means force an entrance into
a ladys bedroom. OF course, where George
Carman is woman can expect to enjoy
the privacy of her own apartment. I don't
know, George Carman, how you suppose
that you are going to find your promise to
marry me in here, when all the time you
know it's in your pocket"
Lord George seemed to be positively terri
fed
"Tottie, I'll take my oath
Miss Darling cut him short.
You needn't! I've heard you take your
oath before
1t is to be feared that she possibly had.
Regardless of this little war of words, Mr..
Champnen advanced into the room. 1t was
luxuriously furnished, conspicuously regard
less of cost. The prevailing color was pink,
pink silk The dressing table, for instance,
was charmingly decorated with volunminous
folds of silk which were Of so Eight pink
that they might almost have been called
aesh-color. On the table stood a beautiful
leather box-pink Russia! Mr. Champnell
admired it-externally.
rs this the dressing case, Miss Darling?"
Whats left of it, There seemed to be
a good deal left of it, so far as one could
see. oh you can open it. Any one can
open it now. The burglar''-with a glance
at Lord George smashed the lock-"
Mr.. Champnell did open it. AS the lady
suggested, 1t opened quite easily
THAT burglar seems to have left a good
many of your jewels behind, Miss Darling;
more of them, indeed, than the average
burglar is apt to do
The lady gave little exclamation.
Left some of them behind!' She rushed
to the dressing tables She stamped her foot.
She gave a decided scream. She trrred
upon Lord George
''You--you brute! So you've thought bet
ter of it. after all. l suppose you knew
had list, and you've put them back
again."
Lord George stared at the jewel ease in
what seemed to be genuine surprise. 1t lid
seem, just then to be about as full of jewels
as it very well could be-beauties, some of
them were. In face of the lady's attack
the gentleman managed to pluck up some
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