Dakota farmers' leader. (Canton, S.D.) 1890-19??, 1911-11-24
'AN[EdZ W/fD nm MIL24N/

present in the Tenderloin Police sta
ton; but, although 1t was in the de-
tective's power to prevent their Inn
mediate arralgnment in the Night
Court by a word to the precinct com
mander, he could not long keep them
in cells. They were entitled TO a
speedy examination before the magls-
trate, and he was certain that unless
their failure to report to the Swami
should alarm hat gentleman sooner,
steps would be taken In the morning
to have the prisoners produced In
court. They were sure to be arra1gn-
ed In Jefferson Market at next days
afternoon session, If not earlier. Britt
felt that, once in their presence, the
Swami, though he might be separated
from them by he 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 h Missioner Jew
els, and probably to the person who
had taken them from their snug har-
Dor in Mrs. M%issioner's library.
'I'll send for the copies, B%urlen,"
Britz 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 a pair of eye cleaning
from one Of the lower halls. Those
ewes 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 adj
yanced along the dusk Of the hall, and
in the faint glow Of a lowered gas-jet
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 Britz walked down.
stairs, as quickly and far more quietly
went up.
Britz turned his steps toward 300
Mulberry Street. In his own office,
after a glance into Manning's room
that showed him it 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.
Its one Of the quietest places In
Manhattan" said the detective, and
/ want to talk to you very privately.
They are not likely to know me
there"
Britt pushed a button, and when q
Headquarters attendant appeared,
| sent him for the Central ONCE man.
| whom, next to himself, he trusted
most.
Send down to Burdens place in an
hour and a half, Rawson," said Britt
to the other detective. Hell have q
hundred facsimiles of a letter signed
| Millicent. Have as many men as pos
| sible get busy among the hotels. l
want to trace the woman who wrote
that signature. They will have to look
through every register for a year past.
It's got to be done thoroughly, and l
| want 1t done quickly. Here. I'll give
you a list" and he hastily scrubbed
the names of a half-hundred hostelries
of a class such as he thought the fair
| Millicent might %patronize.
What time will I 9 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 a Turkish bath, where, being q lit
| tie weary from much metropolitan
jo%urneying 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 tho
race for the Missioner jewels that well
| 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 tho
hall OF the tum%ble-down loft building
was at the door of Burdens workshop,
straining the angle of his vision to fol-
low the photo-engraver at work. hos
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 q 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 sufice for the man
with the ayes, and even while Britz
still was talking to Rawson in Police
Headquarters, Burlen briskly covered
those dozen or SO feet to get a chem
ical in the row of bottles In the rack
at the far end Of the shop. The man
outside, crouching until he was little
higher than ar upreared cobra OF his
p