Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1911-04-21

his room, he, in metnOdlcal laSnloh
completed his toilet, which done, he
stood ready for the events of the day
whatever they might be. He had
premonition the hours to come would
be exciting ones.
Passing out into the hall, he paused
long enough to tell one Of the house
maids that Senor Caglioni. after break
fasting, had retired to his own room
The secretary was not feeling well, q
had headache, and so she or any OF
the other servants whose duty 1t was
to care for his room, could defer that
task until later in the day. Saying
which, Sir Archibald walked quickly
down the stairs.
AS he was stepping by the library he
stopped an instant to glance through
the open door, but no one was there.
Only the vacant gaze Of number of
ancestral portraits above the book
shelves concentrated upon him with a
cold British-like fixedness, met his
own searching look. 1t seemed to
grow blacker; he looked around with
new interest for the place, then re-
garded the outer doors now wide open,
admitting the morning air, the sound
Of the bees in the honeysuckle vines.
One of the latter appeared little dis
arranged: a streamer of green, torn
from it's fastening, fioated erratically in
Al. An,l., hrnn q
large, thick lips murmured something
softly to himself, as he walked on, out
of the front door and into the garden.
There his glance sought again the
wing of the rambling mansion; he even
moved to one side to be afforded bet
ter view Of 1t; the rrellis- work; the
ground beneath. Engaged in the con-
sideration of a decidedly limited, prof
itless and automatic two and two
makes four" mathematical process, be-
ginning at certain footprints on the
ground and ending at a closed room
overhead, he did not at first hear a
motor-car approaching the house along
the public highway in front. 1t had
turned into the grounds ere he raised
his head to look around; the machine
swept quickly down the private way
through the lawn and suddenly stop
ped.
The chauffeur leaned at first from
his car, as if to answer some one who
had spoken to him, then, shutting off
the noise of the machine, respectfully
got out. At the same moment Sir
Archibald walked forward. He saw
now who the some one" was-a girl
in a rose colored linen gown. His
lips set rather firmly, in an abrupt
hard line; but only for an instant.
He became once more heavily debon-
naire as a Piccadilly masculine fash
ion print, and greeted Miss Marjorie
with conventional blandness. She,
however, appeared more interested in
a certain bit of information she had
just received than in him.
"Oh, Sir Archibald" she exclaimed,
James here tells me the wonderful
Goldberg pearls have been stolen! A
thief or thieves entered the house last
night"
Bamford started, and looked at the
girl. In her hand were scissors with
which to cut flowers; she wore no hat.
"Stolen?" he repeated crisply, his
glance shifting quickly to the chauf-
feur. Explain yourself, my man."
That's all there is to explain, Sir
Archibald" The answer came a little
stff1y. An American chauffeur Is not
a British funky. and the sharp and
autocratic my man" Jared, perhaps,
on the national spirit. Every one
down i'm the village tells a different
story, hut the gist of it is. the pearls
are gone"
And you didn't learn anything more
definite than that?" impatiently.
Not even when they were taken,
James, and-if they had any clue to
the mscreants?" added his young mis-
tress.
II didn't stop to try 20 learn fur
ther details, Miss Wood" returned the
man, las l had to come back at once
with this" nodding toward a suitcase
in the car. There was a detective
from New York at the inn: Mr.. Bull
ger or Bolger. They had evidently
wasn't saying anything"
Sir Archibald swished rather hard
with his heavy stick at the foliage;
obviously the chauffeur's incomplete
account annoyed him.
"Oh. did hear some one say the
burglar might have been a gentleman
one of the guests" observed the
driver Of the car suddenly.
What an impossible conclusion!"
exclaimed the girl.
Sir Archibald looked at her more
sharply. There were shadows beneath
her ey.s-eloquent of what? Sleep
lessncss? The proud face might haNe
seemed paler than its wont, save for
the rose-colorcd gown which impart-
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warmth She had cut but one or two
flowers, which she wore. They, too
were of a red tone. He tiattered
himself he was a profound student OF
womankind: any strong and particular
feeling he might entertain for one OF
them could not cast glamour over his
perspicacity. Love might be garden
of delight, but the rational being, es-
pecially an Englishman, treads it with
his eyes open. Sir Archibald's now
were laZily alert, sleepy, almost re-
minding one of a big cats. They dis
concerted Marjorie Wood, at that mo-
ment, for some inexplicable reason
as if they were plunging deep, deep in
to hers, to wrest from her something
What?
Il hardly agree with you." she heard
him say with a slight smile. as if con-
scious of his own power. About it's
being impossible, don't YOU know? Fol
my part" he added. Il find it, at least
conceivable"
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