The Yale expositor. (Yale, St. Clair County, Mich.) 1894-current, 1911-11-02


mediate arraignment in the Night
Court by word to the precinct com
mander, he could not long keep them
in cells. They were entitled to a
speedy examination before the magis.
trate, and he was certain that unless
their failure to report to the Swami
should alarm that gentleman sooner,
steps would be taken in the morning
| to have the prisoners produced in
! court. They were sure to be arraign-
ed in Jefferson Market at next days
afternoon session, If not earlier. Britz
felt that, once in their presence, the
Swami, though he might be separated
from them by the length Of the room,
would find means to learn all they
knew. to the last microscopic detail.
He must find Millicent that night.
That done, he had little doubt he
would be close to the Missioner jew
els, and probably to the person who
had taken them from their snug har-
Dor in Mrs. Missioner's library.
"Tll send for the copies, Burlen,"
Britt said, as he slipped from the
stool and started to the door, but
don't let the original leave your hands
until / call for it myself"
The detective was so absorbed in
his thoughts as he walked down flight
after flight of the dark stairs that he
did not see pair of eyes cleaning
from one of the lower halls. Those
eyes were as black as the darkness
that formed their background, and the
Headquarters man would have been
even more than ordinarily on the alert
if he had seen them glistening in the
remote recess. AS the detective passed
on toward the street, the eyes ad-
vanced along the dusk Of the hall, and
in the faint glow of a lowered gas-iet
at the foot of one of the higher flights
of stairs, there became visible behind
them a man who, in most respects,
was a counterpart of the two Orientals
at that moment detained in the West
Thirtieth Street Station. The owner
of the eyes, while Britt walked down
stairs, as quickly and far more quietly
went up.
Britt turned his steps toward 300
Mulberry Street In his own office
after a glance into Mannings room
that showed him 1t was empty, he call.
ed Dr.. Fitch on the telephone and
made an appointment to meet him in
two hours in the bar of the Holland
House.
TITS one of the quietest places in
Manhattan" said the detective, land
want to talk to you very privately.
They are not likely to know me
there"
Britt pushed button, and when
Headquarters attendant appeared,
sent him for the Central Office man.
whom, next to himself, he trusted
most.
Send down to Burdens place in an
hour and half, Rawson," said Britz
to the other detective. Hell have a
hundred facsimiles of letter signed
Millicent. Have as many men as pos
sible get busy among the hotels.
want to trace the woman who wrote
that signature. They will have to look
through every register for year past.
It's got to be done thoroughly, and l
want it done quickly Here, I'll give
you a list" and he hastily scrubbed
the names of half-hundred hostelries
of class such as he thought the fair
Millicent might patronize.
What time will see you?" asked
Rawson.
IF I'm not back in three hours, I'll
call you up" said the detective.
Then, having arrived at a pause in
the pursuit of the jewels, he fastened
to Turkish bath, where, being a lit
tie weary from much metropolitan
journeying and muscle bound from loss
of sleep, he had himself baked, steam
ed, chilled, kneaded, and pounded into
shape.
The great detectives indulgence in
that luxury all unknowingly gave to
the other side an advantage in the
race for the Missioner jewels that we'll
might prove fatal to his success. Long
before Britt reached the hot-air room
of the bath, the man with the glisten-
ing eyes who had passed him In the
hall Of the tumble-down loft building
was at the door Of Burdens workshop,
straining the angle of his vision to fol-
low the photo-engraver at work. Those
glittering eyes forcused their gaze
through the keyhole on a piece OF pa
per which Burlen had fastened with
thumbtacks to a board, and which. in
the glare of an arc lamp, confronted
big camera with a powerful lens. AL
though the eyes followed Burlen as
well as they could about the room,
their owner was not so much interest
ed in the artisans activity as he was
in the small white sheet of paper on
which he could discern lines traced in
a woman's hand. Patiently waited the
owner of the eyes. He was of a race
that had cultivated patience through
the centuries. Soon or late, undoubt-
eddy, the man inside would go from
the bench beside that great white
light to another part of the room. A
few yards would suffice for the man
with the eyes, and even while Britz
still was talking to Rawson In Police
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