The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1907-1939, 1907-07-23

a likely story, Col. Cheney, very
/ kelly story, indeed, you have con-
cocted Clever detective work" She
vas sneering. You have found out
| { bought paper and envelopes. that |
| Fought stamps. So might any number
| # people have done the same. But
| you detectives have to accuse some
1ne, SO you accuse me. You get me
| n your Office alone, under false pre-
-enses. There are no witnesses to
his interview, and my word will go
as far as yours. You brute, And you
call yourself a gentleman"
81 expected all this, Mrs. Cheney,
| and l admire you for the fight you are
making. You accuse me of having
you in my office alone" Three steps
took Cheney to the alcove. He threw
back the curtain. There sat demure
little Miss Wood, her bright eyes
sparkling with the intensity of the
scene.
You see,' continued the colonel.
I'VE are not alone"
Mrs. Abney had not yet given up the
ight-the fish was still unlanded, but
the hand net was ready.
But / tell you | did not send those
letters. You can't prove it," she said.
Three days ago you bought 80
stamps from Johnson; 80 OF them are
On the table. You gave them to me.
The remainder of the sheet is in this
drawer. Here they are, he said, pro-
ducing the half sheet Johnson had
sent him. Every one of those stamps
is marked with indelible ink. /
marked them. On every other stamp
wrote your name, Grace Abney,
and on the others l marked my name.
John V. Cheney Here are seven of
the letters you sent with those stamps
on them. Now look"
Mrs Abney gazed with wide staring
eyes as Col Cheney lighted a small
alcohol lamp. He took up one letter
and held 1t so the heat would warm
the stamp. Slowly but surely the
name Grace Abney" appeared, COM
ing apparently from nowhere. Then
John V. Cheney" and SO on through
out the entire seven letters (the first
two letters did not have marked
stamps), and then the unused stamps
were treated to a similar process, the
names coming out with startling dis
tinctnesg.
For several minutes Mrs. Abney
stood irresolute; her composure and
self-possession left her; sobs shook
her frame as she sank in chair. The
fish was landed and the struggle was
over
What are you going to do with
me?" she sobbed. oh my God, what
an exposure. What shall 1 do, what
shall l do?"
"Do?" said Col. Cheney Now the
harshness and tone of command had
gone from his voice; the keen, alert
detective was gone; he was Cheney,
the man and gentleman.
DO? Why, you are going home, and
be true to the good man whose name
you bear. From this day forth you're
going to be his wife in word, thought,
act and deed; you're going to rise and
sin no more" Gently he took her
hand and led her to the door.
Cowed, beaten and broken, the err
ing woman suffered herself to be led.
"Yes-but," she faltered, your Sec
rotary. She heard, she knows"
That's true, Mrs. Abney she did
hear. she does know, but Miss Wood
is discretion itself She hears every
thing, sees everything, and knows
nothing. Good morning" And the
door closed. The poor little fish was
once more swimming in untroubled
waters, sadder but wiser.
WELL" said Stanton at four o'clock
that afternoon, as he burst in upon
Cheney, did you find the sender of
those letters?"
Yes tersely replied Cheney, Il
found the sender and you will be
troubled no more"
Thank Cod" the young man NUT
tered. who was it, and what are
you going to do about it?"
well, Stanton" drawled Cheney, |
I'm not going to do anything about |
it. It's stopped, that's all you want"
WAS it Grace Abney?" slowly asked |
Stanton.
NO, it wasn't Grace Abney," re-
piled Cheney.
We'll, you beat me, colonel. But |
suppose you know what you're doing |
Now nothing remains but a settle
ment. What's the fee?" he asked,
for his check book.
That's so,'' said Cheney. smiling.
Il forgot the fee The fee will be |
your promise to say nothing more
about this case. You will also ex-
tract the same promise from your
friends who received these letters.
That's ALL Stanton, the case is closed.
Remember me to Judge Treat when
next you see him. And don't forget |
% get a new butler. Good evening"
They shook hands and Stanton went
,ut the door.
At $50 Miss Wood had gone and
Cheney was alone. He opened the
iesk drawer, took therefrom the tell
ale letters and stamps and Miss
Woods stenographic notes with tran
ycribed report. He threw them all in
he crate, touched lighted match to
hem and. as the flames mounted high
n and higher, destroying every evil
lence of the woman's folly, he muir
nured:
well, anyway. had my fingers
.rossed when I told Stanton it wasn't
Grace Abney." His conscience was
asy. and when nothing remained but