The Delta independent., 1911-06-23

| girls waist.
This cannot be necessary. Mr.. Don.
nelly" she said. 81 would rather lose
jewels twice as valuable than have
Miss Holcomb distressed in this way
She knows nothing she will not tell
u.s."
Donnelly and Carson whispered
| fervently to one another at a little
| distance from the central group.
Blodgett's eyes. turning slowly in a
craven face, traversed the length and
breadth of them as If nothing could
please him better than to still the
Bacchante with mighty blow and
jolt Carson out of the room. The ONLY
person entirely at ease was Griswold.
He smoked TRANQUILITY. his glance trav-
cling from one to another in rotation
with the appreciativeness of con-
noisseur studying a great picture.
There was something of the dilettante
in the man. He was the opposite of
Sands in every particular save breed
ing, and even in that respect there
was difference.
Sands broke the tension with a
suddenness that fairly shouted his
whole character Rising so abruptly
that his chair fell backward with
crash, he strobe to the telephone and
seized the instrument savagely. He
was calling Police Headquarters be-
fore either of the detectives recovered
from his surprise. Donnelly fastened
toward him. the Bacchante in great
agitation. He pushed out fat hand
~ IN StOD the millionaire
What are you going to do?" asked
the sleuth, visibly anxious.
I'm going to have Manning call
you fellows back to Mulberry Street."
said Sands. his jaw hardening. Hes
sent the wrong men. This isn't a
Tenderloin case"
Now, see here. Mr.. Sands"
snarled Donnelly threateningly.
I'm seeing straight enough" re-
turned Sands 81 asked the Detective
Bureau to send up on an important
case, and the wires crossed before my
message got to the Chief. Somebody
told him it was a Chinatown hold-up.
Now I'm going to talk to him straight.
Hello, Spring. What's the matter
with that NUMBER"
lOu lie bblb5 ollph5' NiA" eAhNS'
even for a society man." said Donnel-
ly, doing his best to quiet the Bac-
chante, but don't see any shield on
your shirtfront, and me and my part
ner amt got any call taking orders
from you. We're on this case. and
we're going to stay on 1t. And If you
start anything with Manning. you
want to be sure you can finish it." He
was white, shaking-whether with
rage or fear no one could say. Turn
ing to Mrs. Missioner. he went on
Il suppose you know, am. interior
ence with an officer is a pretty seri-
Gus thing. We're here on duty, and
it's up to you to see we're not both
cred"
Mrs Missioner paled. She dreaded,
not the law. but a scene.
81 think we would better let them
have their way. Bruxton." she muir
INJURED, the light Of admiration in her
eyes in contrast to her words. "Mr.
Donnelly knows Miss Holcomb's stand
ing now. He will remember"
Donnelly didn't know precisely what
he was expected to remember. but he
realized gentler tactics were safer to-
ward the widows secretary while
Sands was around. 1t did not escape
even his observation that neither
Ranscome nor Griswold had said any
thing in Miss Holcomb's defense.
Now, this is all wrong, young
lady" he said to Elinor. bearing on
the soft pedal as much as he could.
ut isn't right for you to go on like
this. you know. You'll get yourself
all worked up and then you won't
be able to answer our questions. Take
my word for it, it's best for you to
keep yourself In hand"
Elinor couldn't keep herself in hand
while that raucous voice was thrust
into her self-respect like rusty file
gripped as a poinard She fought for
self-mastery. but the shock was too
much for her determination. Doro-
thys sisterly comforting only made
her tears flow more freely. Her whole
form quivered with staccato sobs.
Carson. still on his little journey
around the room, came full within
range of Blodgett's right-angled gaze.
AS he sensed the footmans expression
he started violently and, stepping
back swiftly. turned away In con-
fusion. Not a muscle of Blodgett's
other features moved, but his eyes
seemed to reach for the detective
Donnelly was rapidly recovering his
place on the pedestal Hands wrist
deep in pockets. he rocked on his
heels and looked at Elinor piercingly
with his little eyes. The girl. In an
interval between sobs. raised her
head and saw that gaze. A slow flush
swept her face. She detached herself
gently from little Miss March. and
lifting that graceful head of hers
higher. ever higher, faced the sleuth