Dakota farmers' leader. (Canton, S.D.) 1890-19??, 1911-09-08

ma'am," Donnelly persisted, but my
experience Is you never can tell who
you know in a case like this. Me and
my ~side-partner have been sent here
to recover your jewels n locate the
thief, and II you don't let US do It in
OUT own way, we can't be held ~
sponsible."
Elinor then did something hat was
unaccountable to the widow who
thought she knew her SO we'll, and
which rather startled Sands. h
turned to little Miss March and. lay
ing her head on the young girls shout
dor, wept unrestrainedly. Dorothy.
patting her shoulder, stood looking
helplessly at Mrs. Missioner.
One of those awkward pauses fol-
lowed in which nobody seemed to
know what to do. Sands stared hard
at the floor. Ranscome wyiggled in
his chair uncomfortably. Even Blod-
gett's carven features twitched for an
instant. Mrs. Missioner gazed at
Elinor, plainly perplexed. Sympathy
struggled slowly to the surface of her
gaze. She went up to her secretary,
and put her arm about the weeping
girls waist.
This cannot be necessary, Mr.. Don
nelly" she said. 81 would rather lose
jewels twice as valuable than have
Miss Ho1comb distressed in this way.
She knows nothing she will not toll
u.s."
Donnelly and Carson whispered
fervently tt 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 tho
Bacchante with a mighty blow and
jolt Carson out Of the room. The only
person entirely at ease was Grfswold.
He smoked TRANQUILITY, his glance trav-
cling from one to another in rotation
with the appreciadveness Of a 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 hat respect there
was a difference.
Sands broke the tension with a
suddenness that fairly shouted his
whole character. Rising so abruptly
that his chair fell backward with a
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 a fat hand
as If to stop the millionaire.
"Wha are yon going tn do7" asked
the sleuth, visibly anxious.
Tn going to lave Manning call
you fellows back to Mulberry Street.
said Sands, his jaw hardening. Hes
sent the wrong men. This isn't =
Tenderloin case"
Now, see here, Mr.. Sands
snarled Donnelly t~hreateningly.
Tn seeing straight enough 70
turned Sands. Il 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?"
You're going strong, Mr.. Sands,
even for a society man." a Donne
ly, doing his best to quiet the Bac-
chante. 'but 1 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, o
want to be sure you car finish It." He
was white, neutrality-suspicious. with
rage or fear no one could saw. Turn
ing to Mrs. Missioner, he went on:
"I suppose you know. ma'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 NJ both
ered.''
Mrs. Missioner paled. She dreaded,
not the law, but a Gene.
Il think we would better let them