The Beaver herald. [volume] (Beaver, O.T. [Okla.]) 1895-1923, 1909-04-15


Yorker. was found stabbed
to death in his home. His
daughter and Ranleigh Harcamp were
the first upon the scene Of the murder.
We became connected with the case
through my acquaintance with Col
lins. friend Of my youth and one of
the best reporters in Manhattan.
Clarke and | were discussing the
strange mystery which had grown out
OF the case.
A knock on the door put an end 20
our conversation. II was Collins. 10
whom ! had given a quiet tip 10 stay
with US through the case.
Another knock followed almost i'm
mediately, and asmitted Ranleigh
Harcamp. whose tace showed the first
smile had seen him give when he
related the ease with which he had
eluded. Clancy's shadows.
Now. Mr.. Harcamp." began Clarke,
Il want you to tell us exactly what
happened last night"
Il cannot" said Harcamp. between
set teeth.
Then | will have to tell you. Sit
down. Mr.. Harcamp."
When you and Miss Drexlap re-
turned from the theater." continued
Clarke. mir. Drexlau met you and a
violent scene occurred. Is that right?'
Yes; suppose Fogarty has told
you"
Miss Drexlau. at her fathers orders.
finally went TO her room in tears"
Il see by the papers Fogarty was
eavesdropping." commented Harcamp.
Then you and Mr. Drexlau cooled
down. He suggested that you go into
the billiard room and amuse Yourself
while he smoked a cigar. and maybe
you would both see things in diff.
ferent light You became interested
In practicing some difficult masse
shot and stayed for some time"
How in the name of heaven do you
know all that?"
Very simple. Balls carefully
placed In line along the side rail. tip
OF cue badly damaged. your fingers
covered with chalk You were Just
about to attempt the shot after repeat
ed failures when you heard Mr.. Drex-
lau fall You rushed into the hall
and saw fleeing Ip the stairs"
Harcamp rose with clenched fists
and white face. stop; you lie! No
man on Gods earth knows whom I
saw"
'Ha, I thought I was right. You
saw Miss Drexlau."
Harcamp groaned and buried his
face in his hands. "She didn't do IT,
She didn't do IT, o. why didn't
confess to It and save herr"
Clarke went over and laid hand
on his shoulder Now. brace up,
Harcamp." he said 1T may not be
as bad as you think. There is one
thing that may save her"
Tell me, for Gods sake!" moaned
Harcamp.
The blue Bokhara." answered
Clarke.
Just then a messenger arrived with
a telegram. II was for Clarke and he
tore II open feverishly. As he read his
face broke into a smile OF triumph.
AT last can act" he cried. Quick,
Mr.. Collins. call cab. You know the
nearest stands. MIR. Harcamp, We
will save her"
Collins was soon at the door with a
carriage. Clarke gave the driver his
directions, and we all got in.
Where are we bound for?"
asked
we are in pursuit ct the blue Box
hara." was all that Clarke would vouch
safe.
We drew up before large store II
Broadway devoted exclusively to orien
tai rngs, and hurried in.
did you ever see Blue Bokhara? p
asked Clarke OF the proprietor,
Yes" he replied, but we haven
one In fact never saw but one
believed was genuine. and that didn'
bring very good luck TO the man tina
bought IL, for | hear he's just beer
murdered"
"Yes, yes, that's the one!" sal,
Clarke, exultantly.
did he get II here?'
NO, he didn't. He picked Il u
from a small dealer. but there wa
considerable talk about It among ru
men, and went around to see Il. Nv
seen many so-called blue Bokharas
but never one like this. 1t was tn
softest shade OF blue and OF the fines
wool mixed with silk, The sheen wa
perfect"
"Yes, yes" interrupted Clarke; "bu
can you tell me the name of the sho
that sold it,"
Certainly; II was Agnossi's, o
lower Washington street; but h
hasn't anything like IT, Let me sho'
you some particularly fine Bokhara
have just imported"
But we were gone on our way {
Agnossi's before he recovered from hi
surprise, | suspect.
Agnossi was dark-eyed Armenia
who kept a small stock. He wa
proud of having sold the most wonde