Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1911-05-24

fastilieus sscissy sotrsss h he ID
Darryeot q be1xoe0 Oesae0 seuld b.
her oquaAimity. was 1se - vulnerable
- tAa& u the A6oertesp no0 the ~
3aMa squad.
ne took The whole case Of 3swels
from uAlsr my plllow." shS continued.
addrsssing the house detective. "1,hsy
must be In hi possession still, unless
he dropped them while hs Wa running
away"
1--WE viii sson and out" said the
leading man. "Jisn. 20 through him!"
Jim only shrugged these fullback
shoulders when the burglar attempted
to petrify him with look. and his
search through the prisoners pockets
was thorough. Mrs. Delaroche gaspsd
her delight when from the captive's
coat the porter drew forth q heavy sll.
ver casket, and held It toward her.
Us that your property, madam? ?"
asked the house detective.
"Yes. yes" said Mrs. Delaroche. Gag.
erly. "Oh, dear. am so glad he did
not escape with It, What would
She checked herself hastily.
you must como to me In the morn
ing, Mr.-Mr-- for reward" she add
cd in tones 20 sweetly suggestive OF
golden guerdon that the detectives
eyes glistened.
Thank you, madam, that is not nee
essary," he replied perfunctorfly.
Let's see what else tnis fellow has
got"
He and the porter explored the cap
tive's pockets further, but found moth
ing moro in the way of loot. Mrs.
Delaroche looked hastily through her
desk and dressing table and told the
man apparently nothing else was miss
ing.
Then" said the house detective, IT
guess there is nothing else for us to
do but to turn this burglar over to the
police. Nay we use your telephone,
madam"
Mrs. Delaroche gladly nodded assent.
and the sleuth continued:
Yin, call up Headquarters, and
have couple Of men sent here to take
this fellow away"
The effect Of that command upon
the prisoner startled everyone. Not
only did It cause him to break his sui
len silence, but 1t drew from him
words that made the house detective
involuntarily loose his hold on the man
and step back. staring. Jim's jaw fell,
and Mrs. Delaroche gazed at the fel-
low, wide-eyed.
* can save you that trouble" said
the burglar. "You need not telephone
for the Central ONCE men. am Lieu
tenant Detective Britz of Headquar.
ters! And these" and he nodded to-
ward tho silver casket, ARE the miss
ing Missioner diamonds that were
stolen from the richest woman In
America"
Turning to Mrs. Delaroehe abruptly.
he said:
Madam, how DO you come to be In
possession Of these jewe!s?'
All the painting loveiiness Of Mrs.
Delaroche shivereA as the sharp ques-
ton bored its way to her inner con
sciousness. It was now her turn to be
silent. She looked 1T the Headquar.
tiers man az II he held In his hand her
life. liberty, and whatever chance re-
NAMED to her Of happiness. A CLEAN
Of appeal slowsd in her beautiful eyes
for q moment. Plainly. II she did not
speak 1t was net for lack of Will. Her
words were a. frozen a. the normal
condition Of her thoughts. She put
her hands to her breast and gaxed at
the Central oalce man as piteously AZ
a woman of her Junoesque charms
could be expected to do. The inEenue
role was impossible to Mrs. Delaroche;
but had 1t not been 80, undoubtedly.
she would have assumed 1t In this emer-
Ssncy.
Answer me. madam; this calls for
an immediate explanation. You told
this man these Jewels belonged to you.
How docs 1t come you have the dia.
monds everybody in New York knows
a. the Maharanee necklace of Mrs.
Doris Missioner"
Mrs. Delaroche still struggled family
for speech. Her lids quivered; her eyes
alternately closed and then were Axed
upon the detective, and q tremor, be-
ginning At the crown Of her adorable
head. moved In waves to her perfect
feet. She sank into chair and let her
head fall upon her arms as they
stretched inertly across . little table.
There was no smallest streak Of pity
In the look Detective Britx bent upon
her. He had dealt with women Of her
type before many times, he told him
self, and now that he was SO near the
heart Of the great Missioner mystery.
1t was not his purpose to be Influenced
in the slightest degree by the distress
OF q Diana. to say nothing Of an Aphro-
dite Dry sobs choked the woman.
Her eyes strained at Their tendons 80
painfully that tears would have been .
divine relief Whether she was Srieved
or frightened was not 80 apparent 40
that she was sere1y distressed. Min
utes passed before she lifted her face
and once moro looked at the detective.
The house slcuth and his porter had
retreated yard or more, and tire
erstwhile patama squad, now an a.
founded force Of Cossacks and Bedouins
In q varied array Of dressing gowns
and bathrobss, looked and listened n
hushed expectancy.
"Come. Mrs. Delaroche," said Britz,
stcrnly. "You really must not waste
any mere OF my time. have spent an
hour in getting these jewels away
from you. and don't intend to put In
a. -ak&a.- A.