Dakota farmers' leader. (Canton, S.D.) 1890-19??, 1911-11-24

brandy-and-soda, gulped 1t down IN d
way that showed his state of nervous
excitement and, still without seeing
the doctor or the detective, hurried
out of the barroom.
Britz gripped the doctors arm.
600 after that boy!" he said. Find
out where he is going, and join me at
Headquarters. Make 1t quick, doc!'
Fitch fastened In pursuit OF the
messenger boy. Britt walked with
quick strides to the subway, where ne
boarded a local for Blocker street.
The physicians pursuit of the dis
trict messenger who had carried the
note from Griswold ended at the
Thirty-third Street station of the sixth
avenue elevated railway. All Fitch
wanted to know was the destination
Of the note. Fitch, though an anna
teur, had acquired SO much skill from
association with b famous Head
quarters man in efforts to free MS
sweetheart that 1t required no
prompting to look over the o
shoulder as he stopped to buy a
ticket. While fishing in his pocket
" a SluDDy lNhS VAN
~momentarily held the envelope in such
a position that Fitch was able to read
both name and address. The DOCTOR
hastily jotted both on the margin OF
a newspaper, and then he crossed 10
the downtown station, and In ~ min
utes knocked at the door of the de
tective's room in Police Headquarters.
This must be the woman, ne
heard Britt say to Rawson, as he en-
tered after a sharp Come tn!'
Hello, doc!" said Britt. Il guess
we've found her. These are the full
names of all the Millicents registered
in New York hotels, and my mar re-
ports this signature is exactly like
the name attached to the note | found
in the Indians clothes"
Whats the name?" asked Fitch.
"Millicent Delaroche,' answered the
detective.
physician. 1.-The same name Is on that
envelope Griswold gave the messen-
ger. She lives in the
Hotel Renaissance" said Britt de-
cisively. Doctor, l tell you were get
ting warm. AS the kids say, We're
burning up!'"
A conference followed, in the course
of which Britt, Fitch and Rawson
elaborated a plan to ascertain whether
the jewels Millicent Delaroche men
toned in her note to Griswold were
the original Missioner diamonds, or
merely gems the clubman had bought
for her. To learn that fact was not
so easy as it sounded. With weeks
at his command, Britt could have
gained the knowledge in a roundabout
way, but he had no such time. There
were not even days to spare; there
we're not even hours to waste. Britt
knew as well as if he saw it in black
and white tina. the Orientals, both OF
nigh and low caste, were centering all
their subtlety, skill and ingenuity
upon the possession Of Mrs. Mission
er's jewels-anyway, the Maharanee
diamond-and he sensed the impor-
lance of anticipating them before the
night was over. That realization was
based on the assumption that the
contents of the Mill1cent note as yet
were unknown to the more important
OF the Hindoos. Britz knew the men
he had caught in Bruxton Sands room
| could not get word to the Swami nor
to Prince Kananda before the morn
ing. He had taken care to prevent
that by rushing a note to the captain
of the Tenderloin precinct, requesting
that the prisoners, instead of being
taken to the night court, should be
held at least for the morning session
D.! in Jefferson Market. His zeal led him
to lose no time in heading off the ORR
entails, ever with the burglars bottled
I'D for twelve hours or so. Had he
guessed he himself had helped to con-
vey the letter from the Hindoo cap
tives to their Brahmin master, he
would have been twice as jealous,
though it is doubtful he could have
worked more rapidly than he did after
his talk with Fitch and Rawson in
the secluston of his own office.
In of the plan arranged
in that conference, Rawson went to
the Renaissance and got from the
MANAGEMENT all that was known there
concerning Millicent Delaroche. She
was Mrs. Delaroche, whether wife,
widow or divorcee the management
could not tell. She had been in the
hotel several months; she had one of
the most luxurious suites In the big
building, and she seemed to be boun-
tifully supplied with money. Her
gowns were gorgeous, and when she
went out, it was in an electric brough.
am she kept in the hotels garage.
Mrs. Delaroche had few visitors
The most frequent was a mar about
town who sem many roses and huge
boxes of bonbons to Madam's apart
ment. Did the management know
him? Oh, yes. If his name was OF
any real Importance to the interro
gator, the manager did not mind tell
ing It. What was it? Why, it was
Mr.. Griswold-Curtis Griswold, secre
tary of the Iroquois Trust company
and a leading member of the Stuyves
ant club.
ITO BE coNT1NUED.o