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anu tndt, Ill TURN, Jney were stolen |
from him.
AS for you" and she turned upon
Griswold anew, Il pray Heaven ]
shall never hear your name again
unless it be under circumstances that
will give me further opportunity to
revenge myself upon you!"
Silence followed the theatrical out.
burst of the woman. Griswod stood |
with claspcd hands, his eyes on the !
floor. Mrs. Missioner her eyes reso-
! lutely averted from his crouching !
| form, gazed at Britt expectantly. |
Elinor, her fine womanhood athrill !
with sympathy in spite Of her weeks
! of suffering-more keenly because Of
it, perhaps-sough to soothc the agi
tation Of Mrs Delaroche, who was
close to collapse Fitch, too strove
to calm the woman. AS a man he
pitied her; as a physician. he felt
some alarm for her because Of the
great excitement to which she had
wrought observation-disclosures plainly
beyond the endurance Of her emo
tional nature feeling akin to In
dignation stirred him when, glancing
toward Britt, he saw sarcastic smile
on tho detectives face.
"Bravo!" said the lieutenant de
tective at last. "Bravissimo, Mrs.
Delaroche, If it we're not for detain-
ing our good friends. I'd insist upon
an encore"
The heroine of lie Renaissance
burglary flashed furious eyes upon
him. Fitch, despite all he knew Britt
had done for E,linor, could not con
ceal his anger. Even Miss Holcomb
was indignant. Mrs. Missioner and
Sands looked at the detective expect
antlv. Mannings face was impassive
He was prepared for any surprise
from his shrewd lieutenant.
You behold in Mrs. Delaroche,'
said Britt, including everybody In n
sweep OF his hand "one of the most
talented actresses in America. True,
= she isn't on the stage but that's only
l. because the managers haven't discov-
I cred her II any of the big manager
saw such an example OF her art as
r this, he'd engage her on the spot"
$ Il don't understand you. Mr.. Britt,
:. said Mrs. Missioner inquiringly.
= Mrs. Dclaroche understands me
: Mrs. Missioner" returned the sleutf
J. she knows exactly what l meal
J. Don't you, Mrs. Delaroche?"
3 Mo-" said the woman from the
Renaissance SO sharply the word wa
; like a poniard thrust.
Il MOI" retorted the detective. "HoW
" truly unfortunate, Surely you arr
mistaken. madam; surely you recal
what happened in Paris? 1t cant y
! you've forgotten how you obtaino 6
e possession of the Missioner necklacf
Il the one with the Maharanee dic
:, mond, you know
Il She chung to silence as to rocl
'r of refuge. Britt, still rocking light!
'e on his heels, raised finger warning
" and looked at her with that SAINT
II sarcastic smile.
T. You know as well as I do. Mrs
a. Dclaroche," he went on. that Curti:
IS Grlswold didn't steal the Maharano'
e. necklace. Whatever other crimes arr
I'd upon him, he is guiltless Of that
IN act, at any rate"
a The woman kept her eyes on th'
T. floor. her face partly turned away
All the others stared at BritS II
i'd management. not excepting the Chic
b Of the Detective Bureau.
It Let's run through the pages c
ol history, Mrs. Delaroche," continue
ht the lieutenant. Personal history, q
IT. course-the history Of clever littl
a Miss Vincent one of the brishtes
ly young women in Paris. You remem
III Der her when che was an art studen
~ there. getting along as we'll as sh
Is could on New England income II
n the Latin Quarter. A bright. cleve
. little girl she was, TO be sure. and
RS was too bad she had such a har
III struggle TO realize her artist!
d droams!"
ed All his hearers listened attentive
to Mrs De!aroche. in spite of resolut
efforts to appear indifferent. full a
nd faithfully as re others.
~ Prince Kananda moved forward VI
til he stood within several feet q
Ia slightly and saw him. glance @
III mutual recognition passed betwee
III thcm. but so quickly that 1t was uI
y, obseFved by the others. The Prime
''i eyed her steadily, with malignan
co gaze, as OF man who has bee
lie tricEed. A wild fear leaped into he
IN eyes and she moved away. edgin
al closer to Britt.
~ 1T isn't to he wondered at. sal
=" Britz sympathetically, when you r.
,ie call tho many hsrdships Miss VII
NV ce endured-when you remembe
ne on how many mornings she had
RI trudge to her copying work In II
I'D Louvre without even the poor co
SIT ISOLATION OF a French breakfast. thi
Is she permitted a young Hindoo gentl
ed man to spend a little money upc
on her. 1t wasn't exactly In line vii
ny New England conventionality,
to course. but the aristocratic Eastern
IDS had been introduced to her formal
ad enough, his behavior was always +
IN spectful, and she-wel, she was We
ok lonely and very blue and often We
hungry"
eal Mrs. Delaroche bit her lip al
In turned on Britt a look of such
lad sentiment that Mrs. Missioner a.
be Miss Holcomb shrank away a little
be And 1t needn't astonish u.s." Brt
Ing continued, that when the polish
Oriental brought about her acOuaiI