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

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she flashed back. The person YOU
speak of must have known"
And resisted the temptation to come
here?"
Naturally" her eyes narrowing
Since the affair was so -bunglingly
handled and the pearls were so easily
recovered"
Sir Archibald looked at her closer
Possibly" he said, lit is YOU who
have a theOry?"
81? Oh. dear, no." she answered
| hastily.
A moment, confronting each other,
he fancied a lightning in her eyes, as
he had seen the green stone of an IDOLS
suddenly flash when the sun touched
it. And again came the question he
had asked himself before: What did
she know that she was keeping from
him and the others? Sir Archibald
suddenly shrugged his shoulders;
n'importe!
We'll, l will be frank and plead
guilty to entertaining little one, my
SELF" he remarked lightly. "A theory,
| mean." And bowling, he turned from
her and walked away.
The host, with Mr.. Wood and Mr..
Bolger, who had again appeared, were
at that moment talking it over" in
little summer house. On the table
rested a bottle of Moselle and some
strong Havanas. The detective spoke
proudly: it was his privilege. True.
the miscreant had slipped from his
hands; but to him, Bolger, lay the
credit of the fellows not having got
away with the spoils. 1t was more
than a half-victory. where the booty
had been so considerable; 1t consti-
tuted a great triumph in the detectives
own estimation Of his accomplishment.
Sir Archibald, who had quietly
drawn near, paused; his rather mas
sive figure threw shadow across the
table. His heavy face seemed express
sionless; he held a half-consumed ci-
garette In his fingers as he listened
phlegmatically. Bolger did most or the
talking. His countenance was flushed,
and he exhaled big, generous whiffs of
smoke.
by the way, Mr.. Goldberg" Sir
Archibald interrupted in soft, lazy
tones. you have the pearls, so uneX-
Right here!" said Mr.. Goldberg
tapping his breast. Hereafter eat,
sleep and drink with them until they
are safely tucked away in New York"
"Ah!-May look at them?"
The host at once took out a case,
opened it and would have passed 1t
with the contents, to Sir Archibald.
But the latter waved it away. No;
no." he laughed. Il said look You
may hold them yourself, Mr.. Goldberg.
I call these gentlemen to Witness
lightly, my fingers have not come IN
contact with them"
"I guess I can trust an English no.
bleman-especially when my own eyes
are on him." observed Mr.. Goldberg
facetiously.
But for my own sake!" Sir ArchN
bald's gaze was, in the least, brighter;
he puffed at his cigarette. This case
which seems bound to become celebre
is already sufficiently involved"
Seems very simple to me-" inter-
vi L
ance. principal thing is, Mr.. Gold
berg's got his pearls back"
"Indeed?" Sir Archibald bent over
the opened leather case held out for
his inspection; a faint smile came to
his lips. He looked at the cleaning
white rope closer and sat down.
Through the hazy spirals floating from
his lips, he had once more, across the
lawn, caught sight of Marjorie Wood.
She talked with a number of people,
but her hands were closed tightly. His
gaze sharpened. He would have
sworn she hardly saw those she spoke
with Why?
Mr. Goldberg's ever-recurrent ques-
ton Jared on a train of speculation:
We'll, Sir Archibald. what do you think
of them?"
The pearls? OH" He started;
hecked deftly the ash from his cigar
cite. You want frank opinion?"
Frank" There was an accent of
surprise in the hosts voice. of
course!"
Did YOU ever" said Sir Archibald
deliberately, hear of Manchu pearls?'
Mr.. Goldberg stared, and Bamford went
on. a very clever people" musingly,
who have learned to insert tiny ma
trices of brass or bone in the valves
of the molusk and then plant the shells
i'm the streams behind their gardens,
and wait for results Afterward, by
an ingenious process, the matrices are
removed. the cavity filled with wax
and neatly sealed. Pearls from Soo-
choo," with laugh. that are well CAL
culated to deceive!"
What do you mean? Get to the
point." Mr.. Goldberg threw courte-
Gus manner to the winds.
Il mcan," said Sir Archibald calm
ly. that these pearls YOU have just
shown me were grown in such fashion
as l have described. AS for their
value"-he snapped his tingers-"l
wouldn't give you ten pound note for
them"
Mr.. Goldberg leaped to his feet; Mr..
RoIgcr's ewes protruded. Sir Archibald
alone sat apparently unmoNed.
CHAPTER XVIII.