The Newark star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1909, 1909-08-02
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But does no one Know anythingf
Has no one an idea p Clara almost
painted in her impatience.
mot the ghost of a glimmer of a clue.
There were upward of two hundred OF
us. n they let us out like q chain
gang, one by one. My number was
1873, and so far l can vouch there were
no discoveries. 1t has Misunderstanding
out of sight"
Flora sighed. "Oh, poor. Bessie Chat
WORTH" 1t came out with a quick in
consequence that made Clara-even in
her impatience-ever so family smile.
1T seems so cruel to have your things
taken like that when you're dead, and
can't help it." Flora rather lamely ex-
planned. 81 should hate It,"
Harry stared at her. '"Oh, come. l
guess you wouldn't care His eyes
rested for a moment on the fine flare
of jewels presented by Flora's clasped
hands. "Besides'-his voice dropped
to a graver ievel-"the deuce of 1t
is He PAUSED, they, Sboth rather
breathless, looking at him. He had
the air of a man about to give Informal
ton and Their the air of "a man who
has thought better of 1t. His voice con-
s~ciously shook off its gravity. well,
there'll be such a row kicked up, the
probability is the thing'll be returned
and no questions asked. Purdie's keen
very keen. He's responsible, the ex-
ecutor of the estate, you see"
But Clara Britton leveled her eyes at
him, as if the thing he had produced
was not at all the thing he had led
up to. still, unless there was enor-
nous pressure somewhere-and in this
case l don't see where-I ant see
where-I can't see what Mr.. Purdie's
keenness will do toward getting it
back"
Harry played a little sulkily with the
proposition. out he would not pick up
the thread he had dropped. II don't
know that anyone secs. The question
now is-who took it,"
"Why, one of u.s." said Flora flip
PANTY. "Of course, it is all on the
Western Addition"
Don't you believe it," he answered
her. IT'S a COMPOUNDED fine profess
sional job. 1t takes more than sleight
of hand-it takes genius, a thing like
that.'
Flora gave him a quick glance, but
he had not spoken n%ippantly. He'was
serious in his admiration. She didn't
quite fancy his tone. why, Harry"
sbe protested, you talk as if you ad-
mired him.
A this he laughed, well, how do
you know don't? Blu l can tell you
one thing'-he dropped back into the
same tone again-"there's no 10
cal crook work in this affair. 1t
should be someone big-someone-" He
frowned straight before him. He
shook his head and smiled. There
was a chap in England, Farrell
Wand"
The name foated in a little silence.
HE kept them guessing" Harry
mi on recalling it; did someA great
vanishing acts"
"You mean he could take things be-
fore their eyes without people know
ing it?" Flora's eyes were wide. be-
yopd their Won't.
Something of that sort. l remeln-
Der at one of the embassy balls at st.
James's he talked five minutes. to Lady
Tilton. Her emeralds were on when
he began. She never, saw 'eui again
Flora began to laugh. HE must
have been attractive.' ~
We'll" Harry conceded practically.
che knew his business"
But you can't rely on those stories"
Clara objected.
You must this time he shook his
tawny head at her; Il give you my
word. for I was there es
1t seemed to Flora fairly preposterous
that Harry could sit there looking so
matter-of-fact with such experiences
behind him.. Even Clara looked a little
taken aback. but the effect was only
to set her more sharply on
"Then such a man could easily have
taken the ring in the Maple Room this
afternoon. You think it might have
been the man himself?"
CTo Be Continued Tomorrovv.)