Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1906-09-14
CHAPTER xxx111.

EVERYTHING seemed like d
~ dream to Brewster as he rushed
off through the night to the OF
- fee Of Grant s. Ripley. He was
dazed, bewildered, hardly more than
half conscious A bitter smile crept
about his lips as he drew away from
the street car track almost as his hand
touched the rail of car he had sig
nailed. He remembered that he did not
have money enough to pay his fare II
was six or seven blocks to the Office of
the lawyers, and he was actually run
ming before he stopped at the entraSce
Of the big building.
Never had an elevator Travelled more
slowly than the one which shot him to
the seventh floor A light shone through
the transom above the attorneys door,
and he entered without SO much as
rap on the panel Grant, who was pac-
Ing the floor, came to standstill and
faced his visitor.
"Close the door, please,' came in
steady tones from Ripley. Mr.. Grant
dropped into chair. and Brewster
mechanically slammed the door.
"Is 1t true?" he demanded hoarsely,
his hand still on the knob.
"Sit down, Brewster, and control
yourself said Ripley.
"Good God, man. can't you see am
calm?" cried Monty "Go on; tell me
all about it. What do you know? What
have you heard?'
"He cannot be found, that's all" an
nounced Ripley, with deadly intent
ness. II don't know what it means.
There is no explanation. The whole
thing is inconceivable. Sit down, and I
will tell you everything as quickly as
possible"
.There isn't much to tell" said Grant
mechanically.
II can take it better standing" de-
clared Brewster, shutting his jaws
tightly.
Zones was last seen in Butte on the
Sd of this month" said Ripley. I'VE
sent several kilograms to him after
that day, asking when he expected to
leave for New York They never were
claimed, and the telegraph company
reported that he could not be found.
We thought he might have gone of to
look after some of his property and
were not uneasy. Finally we began to
wonder why he had not wired us on
leaving for the east. telegraphed
again and got no answer. 1t dawned
upon us that this was something I'M
usual. We wired his secretary and re-
ceived a response from the chief OF
police. He asked In turn If we could
tell him anything about the where
abouts Of Jones. This naturally alarm
ed us, and yesterday we kept the wires
hot. The result of our inquiries is ter
rible, Mr.. Brewster"
"Why didn't you tell met" asked
Brewster.
"There can be mo- doubt that Jones
has fed, accompanied by his secretary.
The belief in Butte Is that the secretary
has murdered him"
Ripley moistened his lips and went
on.
we Lave ulSpAI.ACo hSAS AA0AAA sA1e
police, the banks, the trust companies
and from half dozen mine managers
You may read them if you like, but !
can tell you what they say. About the
LIST Of this month Jones began to TURF
various securities into money. 1t Il
now known that they were once thu
property Of James T. Sedgwick, helt
in trust for you. The safety deposl
vaults were aftepward visited, and ins
spection shows that he removed ever.
scrap Of stock, every bond, everythin;
of value that he could lay bis hand
upon. His own papers and effects
were not disturbed Yours alone have
disappeared. 1t is this fact that con
vinces the authorities that the secreta
ry has made away with the old maj
and has hed with the property. The
bank people say that Jones drew ou'
every dollar Of the Sedgwick money
and the police say that he realized ire
meRdous sums on the convertible Sc
curities. The strange part Of it is that
he sold your mines and your real es-
tate, the purchaser being man named