Waterbury evening Democrat., 1904-09-22

the calm drawing forth of folded bit of paper which I held out toward him, added, By the way, here is something of yours.'
 His hand rose instinctively to take it; then dropped.
 T don't know what you mean" he remarked. "You have nothing of mine."
 .No? Then John Judson Moore had another brother.'' And thrust the paper back into my pocket.
 He followed 1t with his eye. It was the memorandum had found in the old book of memoirs plucked from the library shelf within, and he recognized it for his and saw that did also. But he failed to show the white feather. e4'ssYou are good at ransacking, 7 he. ob7 served. Pity that it cannot be done to more purpose"
 smiled and made fresh start. With my hand thrust into my pocket, \ remarked without even SV much as a glance at him:
 II fear that you do some injustice to the police. We are not such bad fellows; neither do we waste as much time as you seem to think" And, draw ing out my hand with the little fligree ball in it, whirled the latter inno- As 1t flashed under his eye I cast a penetrating look.
 He tried to carry the moment off suc- cessfully; will give him so much credit. But it was asking too much of his curiosity, and there was no mis- taking the eager glitter which lighted his glance as he saw within his reach this article which moment before he had probably regarded as lost forever.
 For instance" I went on, watching him furtively, though quite sure from his very first look that he knew no more now of the secret of this little ball than he knew when he jotted down the memorandum I had just pocketed before his eyes, "a little thing, such little thing as this" repeated giving the bauble another twist, may lead to discoveries such as no common search would yield in years. I do not say that it has; but such thing is possible, you know-who betterr
 My nonchalance was too much for him. He surveyed me with covert dis like and dryly observed:
 'Your opportunities have exceeded mine, even with my own effects. That petty trinket which you have presum- ed to Haunt in my face and of whose value I am the worst judge in the world, since have never had it in my hand-descended to me with the rest of Mrs. Jeffrey's property. Your con- duct, therefore, strikes me in the light of an impertinence, especially as no one could be supposed to have more in- terest than myself in what has been for many years recognized as a family talisman.'
 "Ah," I remarked, "you own to the memorandum, then. It was made on the spot, but without the benefit of the talisman."
 sI own to nothing!'' he snapped. Then, realizing that denial in this re- gard was fatal he added more genial ly: "What do you mean by memoran- dunn? If you mean that recapitulation of old time mysteries and their accom- panying features with which I once whiled away an idle hour, own to it, of course. Why shouldn't I2 It is only proof of my curiosity in regard to this old mystery which every mem Der of my family must feel. That cu- riosity has not been appeased. If it would not be indiscreet on your part, may I now ask if you have found out what that little golden ball of mine which you sport so freely before my eyes is to be used in connection with?'
 ''Read the papers, said; 'sxead to- morrow's papers, MT. Moore, or, bet ter still, tonight's. Perhaps they will inform you.''
 He was as angry as had expected him to be; but, as this ire proved con clusively that his strongest emotion had been curiosity rather than fear, felt assured of my ground and turned