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name OF every great diamond In Hin
dostan.' said the Swami evasively
Since your husband gave you a his
tory of the stone. surely you cannot
doubt It's authenucity.i"
''Oh. OF course not said the widow.
1T is not In regard to its more recent
history that | am questioning you.
think you know not only all the ira
ditions hinxing upon 1t. but that you
are also conversant with It's journey
ings through your native land before
1t became the possession of the Ma
haranee from whom my husband
bought it.
Really, Mrs Missioner" replied
the scholar. II can imagine nothing
more .delectable than TO carry out your
slightest wish. but we OF the East
have things on which to concentrate
our poor intelligences that are toe
grave to make room even for 50 inter
estins diversion as historical study
among precious stones"
Come, nowi" urged the widow.
please search your memory again.
Unbend. Mr.. Philosopher"
Lest you think me churlish, I q
recall that your famous diamond at
one time was regarded with religious
reverence by q large number Of my
countrymen. Naturally, being a Brah
min, am not in Aympsthy with IDOL.
airy. Therefore, cannot tell you what
degree OF sanctity attaches to the
stone in the eyes of those to whom Il
once belonged"
Had anyone been standing immedi-
ately behind Mrs. Missioner's chair in
such 4 position a. to look into the
depths OF the Orientars eyes. instead
OF gazing upward at them and SO
missing the angle of truth as Mrs.
Missioner from her position could only
do, he would have seen in those inty
depths a eleam that belied the suave
disclaimer OF the priest. Mrs. Mis-
sfoner did not see 1T. and 1t was with
no sensation of discomfort, therefore,
that she returned the Swami's bow
as he moved away to join a group OF
people.
Mrs. Missioner, in the most comfort
able way in the world. laid her hand
on the arm Of Curtis Griswold, and
recrossed the floor to make up a set
Of lancers. She would have been un-
comfortable. indeed. and even the self
centered Swami would have had a dim
sense of something unusual. had they
known that every word they exchang-
ed was overheard by another swarthy
man In Occidental attire who stood
behind screen. The second Eastern
er. he OF the screen, gazed after Mrs.
Missioner menacingly, and fixed his
eyes the next moment on the broad
back Of the Swami with look freight
ed with suspicion. He shrugged his
shoulders after the manner OF a
Frenchman toned by long contact with
Saxon restraint, and unpretentiously
made a half-circle OF the room until
at a distance of few yards he faced
the turbaned scholar His eyebrows
lifted. The unspoken question was
answered by an unnoticeable shake of
the Swami's head. Further questions
and answers flashed telepathically be-
tween those two pairs of vividly black
eyes. and q little later the men them
selves paused for an instant in pass
ing-an instant that was not too short
for an exchange of words.
AS l told you. Prince" said the
Swami, "she was not party to It"
Your proof?"
She believes her husband pur-
chased 1t from Her Royal Highnsss-
Its namesake."
And the otherT"
He ia here"
Watch him"
"Assuredly."
Are the disciples at work."
They must be finished by now. I
expect the signal at any moment
TT is WE'LL"
Griswold should have had one of
the most enjoyable evenings Of his
life. Uncertain Of her hearts att
tude toward Sands. eagerness to avert
the problem for a few hours made
Mrs. Missioner seem more willing TO
be monopolized by the clubman than
she would have been under any other
circumstances. Who so debonair as
Griswold when he led the beautiful
widow through tho mazes Of the
square dance. or hoated with her
about the room to the melody OF the
Gitana waltz Who more worthy of
the homage due q conquistador A. he
paraded the wealthy woman's acquiss-
cence to his open wooing the length
and breadth of the most brilliant and
exclusive ballroom In Fifth Avspue7
1t was not to be expected that Curtis.
under such conditions. could be any
thing but gay. He glittered. His oon-
versauon sparkled like the receiver Of
wireless instrument. Little Dorothy
March was SO impressed by the ex-
cepuonA gallantry and animation Of
the palpably delighted clubman--so
deeply impressed, in fact, that 1t was
long ere the memory of that evening
faded in more recent recollections Of
chocolate nousats and Forrest Theatsr
matinees.
Now. the question Is. would Curtis
Griswold have been as light-hearted
II he had known that a letter address.
ed to him was intercepted at the door
Of this samo mansion In Millionaires
Row BY q swarthy gentleman ot on
entail aspect, who had dazzled the un-
suspecting district messenger with =