The Saint Paul globe., 1904-10-30

there actually was a fellow who had a
habit OF interjecting the superhuous 8
In his dispatches Name of Ewall, and
he was the operator in substation
near Jefferson market.
We'll, posted up there and sounded
him. He didn't know anything about it
at first, so I had to scare him a bit; he
weakened then. and told me what 1
wanted to know.
"Of course it wasn't real message: ::
he had run 1t off on his machine at the
request of a queer looking gentleman
who had given him. a couple of dollars
for his trouble. According to his de-
scrfption, the man was stout and dark,
with one ear-the left-decidedly larger
than the other"
"Ahai the fellow we saw at the ba-
zaar. But he wasn't in the group
about the grocery stove"
~Of course not, but he had his cap
per there
Well, I thanked Mr.. Ewall for his.
information, and left him with a sol
emn admonition to be more careful in
the future about doing business on the
side. Then sat down to consider
Nov, I was sure that the grocery
and its proprietor, the two pounds of
best butter, and the purple trading
stamp had nothing to do with the real
business Of the evening. The game
was simply to identify the Mr. House
smith who had advertised for his nine
ty and nine kisses, and the ap-trap
of the message in telegraphic char
acters and all the rest of it, were
simply the kind of bait at which so
eccentric a person might be expected
to bite. The gentleman with one ear
larger than the other desired to find
the elusive Mademoiselle D., erstwhile
dispenser of kisses at an East Side
charity bazaar, and, consequently, he
was following up every clew. He
wanted Mr.. Housesmith, and !
wanted him.
Fight shadows with shadows, re-
member, and so I took service with
my honest friend, David Brown, dealer
in groceries at West Fourth and
Eleventh streets. He was rather offish
at first, but Mattson, at Police head
quarters, had provided me with a spe-
was led to believe that was working
up a case of graft. He lent me a
jumper, and was forthwith installed
behind the counter.
Everything went off according to
schedule. The Shadow had his cab in
readiness and / had mine. He trailed
you to No. 1920 Madison avenue, and
I followed Mr.. Shadow to the central
detective Office. 1t seems to have been
a case of sleuth against sleuth, with
the match all square"
Anything else?"
ssWell, yes. AS came into the house
Just now, two men were waiting for
me in the vestibule. They went through
me; but / didn't seem to have what
they wanted. I still retain possession
of my watch and purse"
$50" Iasaid, somewhat helplessly.
What's the next move on the board? 2"
"It Is the last night of the supple
mentary opera season. answered Indi-
man, "and we are going to dress and
see what we can of Tschaikowsky s
Queen of Spades A novelty-first and
only performance outside of Russia,
and Ternina heads the cast"
There is Madimoiselle D., remarked
Indiman, as his glass swept the semi
circle of the parterre. The fourth box
from the end
There were but three people in the
party-the girl with the gray eyes,
an elderly man with a ribbon in his
buttonhole, and Jack Crawfurd, whom
everybody knows.
The curtain fell on the third act and
Immediately Crawfurd made his appear
ance in the omnibus box where we We're
sitting.
Come with me, mes enfants," he said,
genially. st seems that you and the
adorable Countess Gilda are old friends.
She commands your instant attendance.
What, man! do you hesitate? l shall
lose my head if our sovereign lady be
not instantly obeyed.
The girl with the gray eyes greeted us
with smiling unconcern. DO you know
my uncle?" she asked, and we were forth
with presented to his excellency Baron
Cassilis, the Russian ambassador to the
United States. Then the Countess Gilda
addressed herself squarely to Indiman.
II am in your debt, Mr.. Indiman, and
you must permit me to discharge the
obligation. My dear uncle, your purse. "
Indiman paused and accepted the $50 !.
bill rendered him.
Now we are quits" she said smiling.
mot quite he answered, hardly. He
drew a half-dollar from his waistcoat
pocket and offered it to her. A flood of