The Washburn leader. [volume] (Washburn, McLean County, N.D.) 1890-1986, 1911-06-30
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Every good, sir"
From cellars to kitchens and serv.
ants quarters. all through the draw
ing rooms, shrouded In summer cover
ings. providing around on his hands
and knees, poking into dusty corners,
peering into the most unsupported
places, went Detective Fem.
It was a battling case. Detective
Fem admitted that to himself as he
sat on the side Of the bankers bed to
rest from his labors. II he could dis
cover the thief he would receive the
$1,000 reward. and that $1,000 would
purchase the little home in the coun-
try which he and his wife had long
planned for. James Fem was q pri-
vate detective, and the news Of the
robbery had not yet gone forth to the
newspapers.
"I've simply got to earn that thou
sand" groaned Detective Fem. But
howY He glanced wildly around the
room in which be had not discovered
the slightest clew SO far, and his eyes
fell on a pair Of bedroom slippers near
his feet. They were large slippers and
apparently the property Of MI. Radda.
son; an elaborate pattern was embroid-
cred in beads on the velvet slippers,
but some OF the threads were broken
and the beads were slipping OF. In
fact, Fem noted here and there on the
light carpet some Of the rose colored
beads that formed the flowers. and
farther on near the hall door there
were some green beads.
Interested now, he slipped to his
hands and knees and followed the trail
Of the dropped beads. He brought his
light and his magnifying glass into
constant play as he moved slowly
down the length Of the velvet carpet
ed hall to the foot Of the stairway that
led to another floor of bedchambers.
Now and then he came upon q drop
ped bead, sometimes green o white or
pink, on a stair and along corridors.
sufficiently numerous to give him a
definite clew to follow. Up a second
fight of stairs he followed the t,ail
of the beads until a group of several
brought him to Il standstill ut the foot
Of the ladder leading TO the traptioor
in the roof.
"That was the weak point IN my
theory Of the flying machine" he n:ur.
INJURED to himself as lie climbed The
ladder. II couldn't understand h,w
the dickens that chap knew the tap.
door would be unlocked from within.
It's clear enough now" He chuch..ed
softly as he pushed up the trap and
emerged to the red painted tin roof.
The loon sun glistened on something
bright. and he bent to discover another
bead.
"Ah!" smiled Detective Fem, shad.
ing his eyes with his hand and looking
away of to the blue haze which mark.
ed the rural district where he had
planned to have a home some day.
"Looks as IL that home isn't so far o6.
Eliza!"
One, two. three, four. five, six. seven
beads led Fem in a zigzag line to the
foot Of n Of the four chimneys Of the
house. This chimney, unlike the others.
was topped with a large galvanized
iron hood that enectually prevented
any drafts from entering the unused
flues. A little hinged door on either
end made 1t possible to occasionally
use the chimney without removing the
iron hood, but now these little doors
were closed.
Detective Fenn's penknife pried open
the nearest door, and the sunshine fell
inside the opening and lighted up the
sooty cap Of the chimney. There rest
ing on the narrow brick ledge was a
paper wrapped parcel which unfolded
in Fenn's hands into the Raddason
jewel case. The jewels were safe In
side. .
With a long drawn sigh Of relief and
a parting wave Of his hand ut the dis
tant country. Detective Fem scurried
down the stairs and stopped before the
library door to regain his breath and to
appear as nonchalant and cool as q
detective ia supposed to feel at critical
moments. Then he pushed the door
open and entered the room.
Mr.. Raddason looked up with q slight
smile that broadened to laughing dis
may when he saw the parcel that Fem
carried. W
Caught me. eh7' he chuckled, hold
ing out his hand for the Jewel case.
well done. Fem. I thought I had
you fairly puzzled. I used to read
detective stories until I got tired Of
their plots. 80 I invent 'em myself now
and watch some aleuth like you work
.em out before my eyes. It's worth q
thousand easily to me. Tell me why
you abandoned your flying machine
theory"
1T really wasn't a theory. Mr.. Rad.
dason. I just mentioned 1t because !
couldn't think Of anything else at the
moment. You did 1t very cleverly. dr.
You did leave a patch Of SCOT on the
sleeve Of your pajamas which l could
not understand until I found the beads
that you lost from your slippers. By
the way. sir. you did wear the slippers