Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1908-07-20

him. He rejoiced in the minutiae OF de-
tail that went to cover up his tracks so
thoroughly that his campaigns were as
remarkable for the clues he DID leaVe
with malicious design, as for those that
he didn't.
One final thing held his attention =.
bowl of hammered brass inverted De-
meath a ponderOus book, upon the desK:
Why? In a twinkling he had removed
both and was studying the impression OF
a womans hand in the dust and noddlng
over it.
THAT girl" deduced Anisty: Novice.
poor little fool!-or she wouldn't nave
wasted time searching here Tor the
jewels. Good LOCKER though-from what
little he"-with glance at Maitland
to have shared him. all right, If she did
miss the haul. Little idiot! What
right has a woman in this business, any.
way? Well, here's one thing that Will
never land me in the PEN
AS. with nice care, he replaced Do.h
bowl and book. door slammed below
stairs took him to the hall in an instant
Maitland's panama was hanging on the
hatrack, Maitland's collection of walking
sticks bristled in a stand beneath 1t.
Anisty appropriated the former and chose
one of the latter. Fair exchange, ne
considered with a harsh laugh. After
all. he loses nothing :" :" but the jewels.
He was out and at the foot of the the
ground floor from the basement.
"Ah, O'Hagan!' The assumption of
Maitland's ironic drawl was impeccable
O'Hagan no more questioned it than he
questioned his own sanity. Here. send
this wire at once, please, and pressing
coin into the ready palm. keep the
change. 1 was hurried and didn't bother
to call you. And, 1 say, O'Hagan!' from
the outer door:
Visor
IF that fellow Snaith ever calls again
I'm not at home"
Every good, Sor.'
Anisty permitted himself the slightest
of smiles, pausng on the stoop to draw
on the chamois gloves. AS he did so his
eye fickered disinterestedly over the per-
sonality of man standing on the oppo-
site walk and staring at the apartment
house. He was a short man of stoutish
habit, sloppily dressed, with a derby
pulled down over one eye, a cigar-butt
protruding arrogantly from beneath a
heavy black mustache. beefy cheeks and
thick soled boots, duly polished
At sight of him the thief was conscious
of an inward tremor, followed by a thrill
of excitement like a wave of heat sweep
ing through his being. InstantaneOusly
his eyes flashed: then were dulled. I'm
perturbable listless. hall-marked the prey
of ennui. he waited, undecided, upon the
stoop. while the watcher opposite. catch
ing sight of him. abruptly abandoned his
SLOUGH and FASTENED across the street.
Excuse me-" he began, in a loud tone,
while yet dozen feet away, but ain't
this Mr.. Maitland?'
Anisty lifted his brOws and shoulders
at one and the same time and bowed
slightly.
well, my good MANI
I'm a detective from headquarters. Mr..
Maitland. We got phone from Green
fields. l.. l., this morning-from the local
police. Your butler"
"Ah! l see; about this man Anisty?
You don't mean to tell me-what? I shall
discharge Higgins at once. Just on my
way to breakfast. Won't you join me?
We can talk this matter over at our leis-
IRE. What do you say to Eugene's? It's
handy and l dare say we can find quiet
corner. By the way. have you the time
concealed about your person.
.Anisty was fumbling in his fob pocket
and inwardly cursing himself for having
been such an ass as to overlook Matt
lands timepiece. 'Deuced awkward" he
muttered. in genuine annoyance. I've
miSlaid my watch
Its most l o'clock, Mr.. Maitland
Flattered, the man from headquarters
dropped into step by the burglars side.
(To be continued tomorrow