The Princeton union., 1900-02-22
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cessful detectives.
The next.day Iput in eight hours OF
work at my bundles of cards, going
back half a year. Apparently no one else
had touched that number Of the Lon
doner or any other number of that
magazine. l reviewed the evidence as
detectives arc wont to do in books.
Here was a young woman engaged from
morning till night in copying from the
Londoner of June, 164S. ''Daisy's
Quest' had been stolen from this book,
and according to Terrill, an expert, it
was unlikely that there was another
copy outside of that library to be found
in the country. No other person had
taken the book out.
Nevertheless, before any accusation
could be made, it would certainly be
necessary to connect Miss Robertson
with Danders. That might not be
easy. Puzzled and sick at heart, was
leaving the library at four o'clock,
when at the door I found Miss Robert
son gazing out into the rain with dis
may. had purposely avoided her dur:
ing the day, contenting myself with
making sure that she was at work as
| usual. 1t was impossible to avoid her
| now, for l had an umbrella and she
had none. Perhaps, after all, a de-
tective ought not to neglect this op-
portunity to know more of Miss Rob-
ertson. So / offered to take her to the
| car. Her manner was a trifle stiff;
| perhaps she had noted and resented my
studied avoidance.
''Let me see-you will have to take
Sixth avenue car" said this particular
| detective, in his stupid way.
''Why, yes; but how did you know
that?" said Miss Robertson, her Gu
riosity getting the best of her displeas-
ure, if there had been any displeasure.
Perhaps it was only my conceit that
gave birth to this latter fancy.
have always been considered a
fairly ready liar, but for few seconds
L stumbled. I could not tell her that
I had her address carefully copied into
my note book. I suppose it was news
paper instinct that prompted me to
say:
II happened to see you take a Sixth
avenue car last nj ght as I was going
home.''
'That's very strange" said the girl,
looking up at me with a twinkle that
even the shadow Of the umbrella could
not eclipse, f'for 1 walked all the way
home last night
was enough of a liar to see my way
clear now.
'Really! Then It must have been
some one very much Like you, and some
one who came from the library. Then
perhaps you do not take the Sixth
avenue car after al? ?''.
Eyes, do. 1 live in Thirtieth street.
But before take my car I have to stop
on Sixth avenue at a bookstore where
1 ordered some writing-paper for my
father last night. The rain has stopped.
so that needn't trouble you to go out
of your way any farther.''
ut is not out of my way. Besides, it
might rain again.
So we went on towards Sixth avenue
and then turned uptown. In less time
than can write it, and by what magic
I hardly know, I had wholly forgotten
that Miss Robertson was probably a
criminal of a mild type and l the
s1euth-hound on her track, the avenger
She had very pretty ways-for GRIM
inal. And she talked more to my lik-
ing than any other girl I had met in
years, or before that.
''There's the sort of rain costume you
ought to have,'' said, pointing to a
draped wax figure in the brilliantly
lighted show-window of great shop
a woman in a long macintosh, holding
an open umbrella in the face of suppos-
ititious rainstorm. It was the regular
rainy-day exhibition of that particular
shop.
Miss Robertson paused and looked at
the display with interest. There were
also costly gowns and fine furs in the
same window showcase, which was as
big as some drawing-rooms.
Eyes, that is very nice," she said,
with something of sigh. Evidently
the sight of so much silk and satin
made her envious.
why, I asked, docs every woman
sigh deeply as she turns away from such
a display or from jewelers. window?
Five women turned away from that
window in the last three minutes, and
every one Of them gave deep sigh as
she did so.''
"Did sigh too?'
"You were the fifth"
1T was not covctousness that made
me sigh," she said. 1T was the sight of
that umbrella held against what was
supposed to be q driving storm. Have
you ever noticed how easy it is to run
into lamppost or into another person
when you carry an umbrella in that
way? OF course you have. My poor
father made that observation several
years ago, and was unfortunate enough
to devise remedy"
"Unfortunate?
Eyes. DO you remember my men,
tioning, the day we first met, that my
fathers eyesight had been almost de-
stroyed by an accident? One night
during storm, when people staggered
blindly along, their umbrellas held
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