Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1911-04-25

wore, how do you account"
THE pearls she had on just prior to
our arrival at the house-very close ia
our coming" ironically, were her
own: the celebrated Goldberg pearls
She thought she had them STILL was
in blissful ignorance of anything 10
the contrary, when you observed that
they"
II understand" said the secretary
with shining eyes.
II even fancied l saw how 1t was
DONE" murmured Sir Archibald. THE
] fellow, however is so clever, I dared
not he quite positive, then; it might
have been only a detail Of very ella
borate scheme. When one of the SUI
pernumeraries Is Chinaman, the
drama is apt to be more involved than
appears on the surface"
But now?" suggested Caglioni. The
other made no reply. Mr.. Wood and
his daughter"
l. Bamford's usually apathetic eyes
permitted an unholy CLEAN for the in
slant to transform them. Mr.. Wood
and Miss Wood know that he who
picked the strong-box got poor pick
ings: they also know the real pearls
were taken earlier in the evening by
some one else
All! And have they any inkling
who the some one may be?"
| Not the slightest-yet. 1t will be
my unpleasant task to enlighten them"
Caglioni was observant now, as he
had been the night before at the dance.
Mr.. Wood and Miss Wood seem to
have been rather taken with the fell
low" he remarked.
Sir Archibald looked up to regard a
small white cloud slowly dissolving.
Perhaps the blue of the heavens today
reminded Sir Archibald of skies far off
in Italy, where he had first met Miss
Marjorie Wood.
| After the little service he perform
ed for Miss Wood" began the secre-
tary. they will naturally"
"Of course, the matter will have to
he handled delcately," returned Bam-
ford softly. "Delicately and regret
fully-also firmly, as a diplomat would
treat It: not" contemptuously, "a de-
tective! With due regard" spreading
out his big fingers, 'for the sensitive
feelings of all parties concerned"
| Caglioni looked at his principal ad-
miringly; he had learned to know Sir
Archibald's ability in the diplomatic
field; the big man could be almost
caressing in his manner when driving
the spike of his purpose through the
hard plank of all opposition.
Last night, l was in the dark, not
knowing about you," Bamford went
on. Now"
"One moment" cried the secretary.
his thoughts on sudden, more con-
| fused, but the glimmer OF an idea
flashing through them. You have
been away from the house; then you
left him here, alone, knowing he had
the
| ct did not know 1t them" sharply
| But James has had his instructions 10
keep an eye on him and not let MIN
once out Of his sight-to follow him,
If necessary. And" smiling, Il had
his suitcase removed. Which, l fam
cied even without surveillance would
be enough to keep him and the pearls
safely indoors, until got back"
"True!" observed Caglioni, in a
more acute tone. 'But-desperate
straits, YOU know, call for desperate
shifts" he said suddenly. And what
if" He paused abruptly and press
ed his hand to his head.
| The other looked at him; uttered one
or two brusk interrogatlons.
Haltingly, as If uncertain OF him.
self, his own suspicious, the secretary
replied; spoke of meeting Simpson;
the bundle Mr.. Woods man carried
At the Sir Archibald stopped snort
The veins began to stand out on Ills
brow. his big fingers to close.
| A footstep sounded near him. Du'
he did not hear it: the valet had ap-
proached. Il beg your pardon, Slr
Archibald" 1t was James voice in
| terrupting." l thought you ought To
know at once. You told me not to let
| Mr.. Bruce out of my sight, and
| didn't; but he has got Simpson to take
a parcel Of his old clothes that were
| damaged to the express office in the
village and"
But Simpson told me they were
| for Miss Wood" stammered Caglioni
| Il was outside his door on the Ve-
randa. sir, and heard him give Simp-
son the directions. And, sir, he was
that particular about the twine ano
the paper, and all the rest, for lot oi
old clothes, that, thinks l, sir, here's an
exceedingly fussy and potterme
young gentleman"
You caught the address" Bam-
ford asked shortly. smoldering anger
on his face.
NO. Sir Archibald-only that it was
in Chinese, as well as"
Quick" Sir Archibald, waving the
valet sternly aside, out of ear-shot'
wheeled on Caglioni. GO to the eX-
press office! Get the address, or bet
ter still, the parcel! If too late, fol-
low it-around the world, if need be!
| A suppressed exclamation, like an ana
thema. fell from his lips. I'm this
| case, we have to get the goods to
get the man." he said. You under
stand? There is not enough evidence
without"
Caglioni vanished; the other again
moved toward the house.
Good morning, Sir Archibald" A
light voice greeted him from the head
of the steps; Chatfield Bruce neatly
garbed in a business suit, looked down
with a smile. Beautiful day, isn't it,
he said in his friendiest manner.
The Englishman's countenance went
purple. "I-you''- He had almost
forgotten himself, blurted out some
accusation, when something in the
young mans eye held him. spark
a flame, a mocking light of assurance
/ Ill -hlnn6ph