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woman trying to decide a momen-
tous question. Griswold, ever ready
to seize the smallest advantage,
promptly occupied the other end of
the chair. Facing the beautiful
widow. he ignored both Britz and
Sands. and he threw into the glances
he showered upon the woman all the
caress at his command.
Britz eyed Sands sharply before re-
plying. He gripped his chin with
thumb and finger. and seemed study
ing the big millionaire. AS a matter
Of fact. he was watching Griswold.
His gaze. even as It appeared focused
most strongly on Sands. In reality was
concentrated on the clubman. who
shared the serpenune chair with the
wealthy widow.
'T want a plan of the ROOM" said
Britt at length. "A sketch OF the safe,
too. One of my men was to have
made draughts for me. but l had to
send him out of town at short notice
O. another end of the case. So," and
he smiled slowly at his poor work
manship. I'm doing the best I can"
May l see what you have drawn?"
asked Mrs. Missioner pleasantly. "oh.
Mr.. Britz," she laughed. holding the
paper at arms length, I'm afraid
you'll never make an artist. I hope"
she added hastily. you have no pro-
fessional pride on that point7"
None whatever" returned the de-
tective. He liked a woman with a
sense of humor. and there was some
thing about Mrs. Missioner that ap-
pealed to him anyway. 'I told you
was merely substitute"
Sands. towering above the widow on
the hearth-rug, shot 4 single, indirfer-
ent look at the drawing. Griswold's
glance brushed 1t carelessly. but the
Widows interest in 1t was echoed by
him in SO for that he took the dia-
gram from her and examined 1t for a
few seconds. Then. with a short,
harsh laugh. he half turned to Britt.
alternately bending and Strengthening
the paper in his fingers.
Ever hear OF such a thing as per
spective. detective?" he asked conde-
scendingly. Britz overlooked the air
of superiority. He shook his head
luou6nlluiiy. lucTe WAS inquiry III
his eyes as he waited for Griswold' g
next words. You'd starvs to death
in studio" the clubman continued
scornfully.
A crisp little laugh from Britz waz
the only reply. He crossed the floor
and made a microscopic examination
Of the safe. Then he circled the room
tapping the walls again. moving pieces
of furniture to look behind them. turn
up corners Of the rug, and gazing re-
fectively at the ceiling. All, the In
dian servant. appeared noiselessly at
the door, started slightly at the sight
Of the detective, and vanished as 81.
lently. Brits pretended not to see
the Hindoo, but, In his movements
about the room. he paused at the
threshold. and glanced quickly down
the passage. There was no one in
sight
All that time, Curtis Griswold, hav.
ing ripped of the sheet on which
Britz had drawn the rude diagram
was sketching idly as he talked in an
undertone to the widow. His words
held her attention. She took no note
Of the detectives wandering. the
heavy silence of Sands. the soundless
appearance and disappearance OF the
Hindoo. Rpples Of laughter revealed
that she, at least, was amused by
what Griswold was saying. 1t was