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cred and raised again as boxes, or
chestra and balconies recalled the
singers for their need of praise.
AS they passed, bowling and smiling
before the curtain, low cry came
from Mrs. Missoner's throat.
"O-oooh!" she exclaimed half
rising in her excitement, 1.-The largest
of all is gone! The Maharanee!"
Instantly the turmoil was renewed
Dorothy sprang to her feet and. be-
fore either OF the men could antici-
pate her, began pushing the chairs
about until all save Mrs. Missioner's
were grouped in q corner of the box.
Then the little debutante. regardless
of her fluffy frock raked the floor with
her fan, with her free hand, her feet,
in almost hysterical quest of the still
missing diamond. Griswold nearly
as excited as the women, recon-
menced his own search.
All the action in Sands leaped to
the fore. Stretching a long arm across
! the bent backs of Griswold and little
Miss March, he thrust a thumb
against an electric button.
ut can't be in the box" he said de-
raped on the door. the millionaire
tore it open and whispered: Run
down to the orchestra and look every
where around this box. A diamond
has fallen over the rail-
Dorothy Dorothy, I cannot 60 I'M
til we find it, sobbed Mrs. Mission
err. The woman who, with a sweep
of her pen, could summon all the
artists who had sung their souls out
on the stage to sing as soulfully in
her salon, who, with another pen
sweep. could recompense them be-
yond their most arrogant demands,
was in tears because she had lost
diamond.
But such diamond! It's prisoned
fire held the history of an alien race.
After ALL" said Griswold in a swift
aside to Dorothy, she has recovered
the other gems, and even If she can
not find this one"
Don't you know" returned little
Miss March excitedly. Don't you
really know, Mr. Griswo!d?"
know what. Miss March?" asked
the clubman.
Why, the history of that stone.
Don't you know Mrs. Missioner's hus-
band bought it from Maharanee,
that they brought it all the way from
India? Don't you know it's the finest
diamond in American"
Griswold shook his head. He was
pursuing the search perfunctorily His
hands were busy, but his eyes roved
over the house. Idly he noted the
slowly ebbing interest of the audi
ence, the departure of hundreds by
twos and threes and larger groups, the
thronging toward the lobby for the
usual visits between the acts. 1t was
with faint interest that he saw sew
eral swarthy faces weaving through
the crowd. Had his eyes been able
to follow those faces, he would have
seen them converse in the corridor
behind the box-the box in which Eat
the Oriental with the face of hawk,
The hawk watched the Missioner
box So steadily did he direct his
gaze at Mrs. Missioner that she was
on the point of averting her glance
when the strangers flashlight gaze
struck spark from her memory. She
bowed. coolly. as she began the incli
nation of her head, but in the end gra-
ciously. Her dark neighbor was sat
! isfled with that dubious encourage
ment.
You are fond OF your jewels as
ever, I see" he said, In low tone
as of one claiming a share in intimate
memories.
Yes" she answered with an alb.
stracted air. She was barking back
to days long gone. and evidently the
recollection was not unpleasant
Il cannot blame you" said the ORR
entail. Every one knows you have
the most wonderful jewels in the
world-one of them, at any rate"
These" returned Mrs. Missioner
ARE among my very finest diamonds
But they are nothing to the Mahara
nee, and that is gone"
A leaping flash In the Orientars
eyes soon faded to a CLEAN of polite
interest
"You are brave" was all he said
ito wear them in public Many 9
woman, save in her own ballroom
would content herself with the dupli
Gates"
: Duplicates" There was unmis
; taxable contempt in Mrs. Missioner's
tone.
81 trust" the Fastener continued
you will recover the Maharanee
too"
, Mrs. Missioner had no time TO,
more than another slow bending o.
her head when the usher who had
, gone to the orchestra hurried into the
box
I've looked thoroughly. SIR" he
, said to Sands, land I can't find the
, diamond anywhere"
, The millionaire slipped banknott
, into the mans hand.
, Try again." he said quietly
. There's a good deal moro than this
. in it for you if you find It,"
> Griswold. as he moved to let thu
, usher pass, stepped backward will
such abruptness as to drive his hee
sharply down upon something tina
q slipped under his tread like q peacl
s. kernel. In the very moment whel
n Mrs. Missioner, resuming her tall
p with the Oriental, said, with emphs
g sis, II leave limitations to others,
that laundering heel crushed into an