Richmond planet. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1883-1938, 1905-11-18

possible motive for this crime?"
Intentionally Detective Lamm cast a
keen, searching glance full into the
face Of the stoical young woman. His
idea was 10 intimidate rather than 70
observe her, foi he bad a furtive way
OF scrutinizing people without appear
ing TO do so IL was ineffective. Not
even her eyelashes QuiVered.
Utterly" she said. nrmly. And
now, sir. are you satisfied"
Unfortunately no" said Lamm,
glancing unessily st Aunt Comfort
Gould would 1t be presumptuous
In me-to ask For a private inter
view?"
Marion drew q full breath. There
was slight culver as she dld so,
which seemed TO indicate that her
cSlmness vas the result OF rigid re-
pressions of her spontaneous emotions
She mouoned Aunt Comfort towards
the hall
Wen, sir?" she said as soon as they
were alone. John Lamm saw that she
had no intention OF prolonging the in
terview. He resolved to break the ice
OF her reserve with one fell crush.
Tell me" be said. without preface,
who is Marie Moyso?"
She could not repress the start nor
the tell-tale blush that rose into her
cheeks But she made a brave effort
which aroused John Lamm's unspoken
admiration
why do you ask" Only this in a
faint voice. as a response TO this unex-
pected bombshell.
Because" he said. boluly, there is
reason 20 believe that such a woman is
mixed up in this affair"
All she returned coldly. 81 know
nothing OF her. Really. VT. Officer.
you must excuse me II you have moth
ing more 20 say than this. The occa-
sion Is too grave-too solemn. You
should go TO Mr. North's partner. Mr..
Stsckhouse. He can tell you more
about IL than anybody else"
She is one woman in ten thou
sand." he muttered to himself as he
walked away. AT her age such self
command is as uncommon as a lottery
prize Well. wen try again"
Some inquiries assured him that IL
was not far to the seaside residence Of
Richard Fetridge. In five minutes
after leaving Marion's presence ne was
bowling before the aBtonished Fetridge.
whom he met ON the veranda over
looking the ocean.
You bere."
$50 it Wol,d seem. Mr. Fetridge."
And what can you have discovered
so soon?"
IN tell YOU II is a simple clew and
beg leave 20 ask your assistance. /
wish 10 put question. stipulating that
you do not ASA me any in return You
see, ! am not ready 10 make a report
yet"
Fetridse slightly frowned. Evident
ly he did not relish mysteries.
Ask your question. Mr.. Lamm."
Who is Marie Moysoe"
Fetridge sprsas up with a force that
overturned his chair.
The deuco." be calculated. How
came you by that uameg"
"Ho. ho!" quoth John Lamm in his
mind. "Thls ll4tsman does not
guard his secrets Sd we'll as the lady
yOnder."
IL must remind you Mr.. Fetridge. q"
he returned. quietly. that you were
not TO ask questions. stu. don't
mind telling you that the woman
seems TO be ia some way connected
with our friend Stackhouse"
"Humph. I shall begin to regard you
as wizard, rather than detective.
Mr.. Lamm.' Feuidge remarked. with
an enort 20 conceal his astonishment.
Il must say cannot conceive BY what
possibility you become possessed OF
that name. But since YOU have, / must
remind you that you are working for
me, and that whatever Information you
obtain ends with me. Nobody beyond
us 10 10 know a syllable. You under
stand that?'
Il should be wholly ignorant Of my
business IL did not"
Very we'll But about this MoIssot
woman"
And, by the way, how do you spell
that. Mr.. Feridge?"
Fetridge spelled the name and Mr..
Lamm wrote 1t down, smiling at his own
mistake
"French?"
It's a Creole name, I believe"
"Oh. 10 be sure And have you any
idea OF her Whereabouts at this time?"
she was IN New York i've years ago.
cannot say-though Mr. Stackhouse.
who may find il convenient 10 keep track
Of her perhaps can-what has become
OF her"
The two men looked at each other.
Well" said Fetridge, impatiently.
why do you ask me this? What pos
sible connection can she have with this
case?"
Not caring 10 betray himself by an
swering this question. John Lamm
deemed IL prudent TO withdraw.
Il have barely time 10 catch the train
back" he exclaimed. hurriedly glancing
at his watch in the fading light. I'm
talk with you later, Mr.. Fetridge."
When al last, after a long conference
with the inside man" OF the late Paul
North, he was in the train on his way
back TO the city, he began writing an ad-
vertisement TO be forwarded TO a CORE