Bisbee daily review., 1911-04-08
He Turns Amateur Detective
B. cLARISsA MACKIE
pyright by American Press Asso-
 clation, 1911.

ance of his chief clerk. Every three minutes he consulted his watch and compared 1t with the electric time piece on the wall between the win dows. He had an important engage ment at II o'clock, and it was now 10.30 Smithers was getting more stupid every day.
 He brought his feet down from the desk with a thump as the secretary returned with a worried expression on his long, pale face. AIr. Ord reached for his hat and held out his hand.
 Give me the securities, Smithers." he said
 q can't find them. Mfr Ord said the clerk diffidently. T thought per haps you might have them in here"
 "Here!" snorted Mir Ord inpatient ly If I had them in here why did send you 10 the vaults after them?7
 "T have looked everywhere. sir. They are not in the vaults nor any other place in the office 1 will ques- ton
 No need to question: anybody" cut in MT. Ord, sinking back in his chair and tossing his hat into the ticker basket T gave you those securities day before yesterday. with instruc- tions to lock them in my private box in the vaults You returned the key to me then. and have just handed it to you now. I haven't had occasion to go to the box since Thursday. Now. where are those securtesT
 Il don't know, sir returned Smith CTS respectfully.
 Give me tine key to the box. Now come with me and show me where you placed them
 Drawers snapped open, papers rus tied, and MT. Ords boot heels rapped out on the metal flooring as he went from shelf 10 shelf, from box to draw CT and from drawer to cupboard
 Once more he opened his own pri- vate box and ran over the papers con tained therein.
 Where the dickens are theyT he demanded savagely when bis last ef- forts proved in vain.
 ~I really don't know. sir" replied Smithers. AS I said before. I thought it possible that you might have taken them out, and it slipped your mind ! that you had done so.'
 Huh, Perhaps you took them out yourself and it slipped your mind. eh? Ever forget anything, Smithers|
 Not very often, sir" Smithers faithfully followed his em- ployer back to the private office and folded his long thin arms behind his back preparatory to listening 10 the lecture that he knew Mir. Ord had in l store. And this time-vell. those l.. 1 D. bonds were worth $10.O00 today. l and it was known that tomorrow they might not be worth the paper they were written on because-but that has nothing to do with this story.
 "PIease caIl up Hughes & Carraway and tell Mfr. Hughes I shall be unable to keep that engagement with him. will talk with him later on the phone Now. Smithers, this is the third time | this has happened-securities have dis. | appeared in this same way during sev- eral days until the market interest in them has abated It's an old gag and ! won't work again. Now. who do you think is at the bottom of this:' Smithers fdgeted neryously and looked out of the window at the blank wall of another building. Really, NIT Ord. I haven't formed an opinion" he said, rather mincingly.
 Haven't, eh? Well, have" thun dered his employer, fixing the chiei clerk with q hard stare
 Smithers jumped nervously. Tn deed, sirr' he said.
 "Yes, indeed, MT. Smithers. I'm go ing to ferret this mystery out before l 2 o'clock. See. This office is the worst managed affair in the city o1 New York. and you are the most in efficient chief clerk I ever employed Got that:4
 ''Yes. sir"
 ''See that row Of books on tEe shelf:' M- Ord pointed his ruler at q marrow shelf laden with cloth bound copies oi Conan Doyle's books
 Smithers bowed respectfully.
 Detective stories. every one of 'em I've read 'em al," said Mir. Ord shall solve the mystery of the dis appearance of those securities by ths same methods as those employed by that noted detective.' went on Mir Ord. forgetting in his excitement t' compare his watch with the timepiec, on the wall. His searching glane, fell on an advertising blotter that lal on his desk It had become mixed il his personal mail. and he had not toss ed it in the waste paper basket unti now. He threw it in and crossed hi hands on his plrmp waistcoat
 Do you wear plasters, Mir. Smith ersT" he asked coolly.
 The chief clerk stared at this per sonal question, fired so abruptly iron the lips of the great Mir. Ord-grea in the financial district
 Sometimes" he said guardedly.
 Have you one on nowT snappe' Mfr. Ord.
 "Yes, sir" blushed Smithers.
 Mir Ord smiled with satisfaction "Mr. Smithers. sir, you have been wit me for three years. and up to this tim have never detected you in graz ! error. I have trusted you implicitly