The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1907-04-04

severe face TO Charles, he spoke in a tone
that ought to have annihilated him.
DO you give this to me to use, SIR
Charles advanced quickly, looked and
stood COMPOUNDED with yexation. On the
blottine pad, white and clean, for the
top sheet must have been taken of, was
fancy drawing in pen and ink, bold, clear
and well done, of half dozen ballet girls
in very airy costumes. The color few
to Charles face; he knew what the
bishop was. What OF earth, would he
Judge, must be his private pastines, IL
he could adorn his professional desk with
such sketches, and set a bishop down 10
regale his eyes with them?
Charles tore off the sheet in heat
81 assure you, my lord, on my word OF
honor, that | know not how those-tbose
things came there. Some one must have
been here last night unknown to me, and
taken the liberty to leave remembrance
behind him."
ALLOW me to recommend you to burn
it, SIR" said the scandalized divine.
Yes, but / will first of all endeavor
to identify the offender" was Charles
answer.
Up rose the bishop, his head erect
Charles attended him downstairs, but his
lordship did not shake hands with him.
Back tore Charley, two stairs at time
Joe's mother, who lived near at hand,
and came in to attend to the work at
stated times, was then removing the break
fast things.
Were you here last night while Joe
was out, Mrs. Turf"
''Yes, sir. l had some cleaning
who came in?" interrupted Charles.
Nobody came, sir; not single soul.
''Who has been into this room this
morningf" continued Charles.
only me, sir, to put it TO rights"
did you do this, then?' asked Mr..
Baumgarten, pushing the sheet Of blot
ting paper under her eyes.
ME ~ cried Mrs. Turf, who was
sharp-faced little woman in a neat stuff
gown and white cap. You must be jok-
ing, sir. When ] saw it there in busting,
thought what odd-looking ladies they
was. And l put the writing paper upon
EN- to cover 'em up a bit"
Charles reflected. ''Joe wouldn't do
itf'' he remarked.
Joel" said Mrs. Turf in astonish-
ment. ''Why, sir, Joe would not dare do
such thing as that. He couldn't, either.
Joe haven't no talent that way. When
he was little one, I'd give him pencil
and piece of paper and tell him to draw
the cat, but it would come out more ike
a pump"
THAT just brings US round to my ar
gument, that some one else has been in
the ROOM" said Charles. Now / want
to find out who that is.
at must have been done in the day
time yesterday, sir"
1.-THE last thing, before dinner yester-
day evening. after Mr.. Clay left, l wrote
a note at the table and used this blot
ting pad" returned Mr.. Baumgarten
"and l left it as l used it, much marked
with ink. Did Mr.. Clay come in last
night for any purpose?"
mo, sir. And if he had, he'd not
have left them disrespectful things behind
him."
That was true enough. But Mr.. Clay,
joint clerk to Charles and another young
barrister, might have let some one in who
had so amused himself; some lawyers
clerk with hasty brief, who possessed
more skill than discretion. However, the
woman persisted that no person whatever
had entered, and Charles Baumgarten
thought it a mystery which seemed, for
the moment, incapable of solution.
Sitting down to his desk, he began to
look over some papers. few minutes
later, and Charles had occasion to open
one of the deep drawers on either side
the desk. He took his bunch of keys
from his pocket and fitted one into the
lock. But il would not open. The lock
had evidently been tempered with-and
be had left it in perfect condition the
previous evening. Mrs. Turf was called
In again.
'Win you believe now that some one
has been at mischief in the room?" de-
handed her master. They have been at
The drawers; cannot unlock them"
She stood, somewhat incredulous; and
Ir. Baumgarten, taking another key. tried
he opposite drawer. 1t opened readily,
Put he gazed at it as if transfxed. Look
- he sharply uttered.
The woman advanced and stood behind
lis chair. 1t was full of papers and
all in mass of inextricable
,onfusion.
Now, listen. Mrs. Turf. Yesterday
vening, after / had written the note l /
poke of. before l sealed it, opened this 4
lrawer to put parchment in; at that
ime it was in perfect order, and locked I
t and left il so. There is some mystery /
n all this
Mrs. Turf could dispute facrs no long
r; she had TO give in to the evidence of !
er own eyes. Sir" she said, what a
God thing it is that / was here last
light instead of Young joe. We might
ave accused hin, OF doing it for mis-
hfef.r
II don't know that it is a good thing
ignifcantly retorted her master. The
act must be that you dropped asleep last
light and let some one get in
The woman was indignant at the insin-
alton. Sir" returned she, I'D rather
on accused me Of doing it myself than
~ that. 1 don't think as much as sat ]
own last night. for l thought it good
to clean out the cupboards:
nd that's what was doing the whole
rening. Some rogue must have got in
st night through your leaving the key
the passage door.
Through what, do you sayg' asked
n master.
''The latch key. sir. You left it in the
,or when you went out the second time"
Il don't know what you mean, Mrs.
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