Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1911-06-18

at midnight to go bail.
"But Mr.. Abbott's out? He's at homer"
| questioned.
ayes he answered ooh, its a lot of
tommyrot! They have nothing against him.
A mud headed detective bounced upon the
first person he saw, which happened to be
Winthrop shot him in the arm, and found
some family Jewels in his safe.
"Jewels!" l exclaimed.
al might as well tell you; you II see it in
the newspapers. They mean nothing, except
the lively imagination of the police connect
them with the jewel robberies we've been
reading about"
"How absurd! But of course Mr. Abbott
can prove he didn't steal themo The people
who have been robbed will have to identify
their property and there you are. If they
are Mr. Abbott's family Jewels, they are not
anyone's else. It's ridiculously simple,
isn't it?"
at is" he agreed. He narrowed his eyes
and stared into space for awhile, then rose
and began pacing in front of me. What he
was trying to figure in, or out, was that
emerald bracelet that didn' know about, of
which he had not the slightest intention of
telling me. 1t was discriminating evidence
against Winthrop
"What does Mr.. Crowninshield Think" l
asked.
Thinks great deal and says nothing. He's
inclined to treat the whole thing as joke,
except"
Except what?"
HE sat down suddenly. am forgetting
: to tell you my exciting little story"
said, and the question passed unanswered.
1--WE got home about two, all dead tired. |
took Winthrop home, and wanted to stay
with him; but he wouldn't have it. 1t
didn't take me long to go to sleep. Well,
something woke me,-what | don't know;
but it was odd, for never wake up suddenly.
| sat up in bed and listened. AT first could
hear only the surf, and then | caught an
other sound an annoying little rasp which l
couldn't explain to myself | thought lot
of stuff about rats and such Junk; but got
up and went into Johns bedroom. listened
again. The sound was closer didn't want
to wake John, for | knew he would be
amused; but with all these robberies | de-
cided I'd find out what it was.
FINALLY | located the sound in the hall.
l sneaked to the door and listened. Ten
seconds of listening convinced me that some
one was at Natalie's door, and the sound was
that of an instrument against the lock.
snow, what intended to do was to jerk
open Johns door suddenly and see who it
blamed door stuck as l jerked, and when l
did get it open a woman-a woman, you
understanding scooting down the hall
way; not up toward the steps, but down
toward Laura room, or mine. 1t was
pretty dark; but there was enough light for
me to see that it wasn't Laura. Laura is
skinny; this woman was plump.
Il can't tell you why followed, except
the thing was queer. The lady reached the
end of the hall, opened Laura's door, and
disappeared. l followed. l was just in
time to see the door into Laura bedroom
close. Now, was sure it wasn't Laura; SO
l followed again. Laura was asleep and
there was a swish of skirts through the door
into my mothers bedroom. | lost track
there of everything except that someone
was trying to escape me. My mother was
snoring softly as we whizzed through, who
ever it was ahead of me and myself, then
well, the next thing after more door opening
and closing, my going into chair once and
knocking the peeling off my shins, was your
screaming" He paused and stared at me.
"Loulie, do you remember anyone coming in
before you screamed"
No." replied. Il really don't remember
screaming. | knew something was wrong,
that | was sitting up in bed, that l had
snapped on the lights, and that-that you
were there"
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