Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1911-10-13

Then he called for an envelope, anu
when the messenger came, he handed
it to him with bank note, with few
words spoken in low tone. Inc
messenger gone, Griswold called Tor a
brandy-and-soda, gulped 1t down IN
way that showed his state or nervous
excitement and, still without seeing
the doctor or the detective, hurried
out of the barroom.
Britz gripped the doctors arm.
go after that boy!" he said. "Find
out where he is going. and join me at
Headquarters. Make 1t quick, docl
Fitch fastened in pursuit of the
messenger boy. Britz walked with
quick strides to the subway, where ne
boarded a local for Blocker street.
The physicians pursuit of the dis
trict messenger who had carried tho
note from Griswold ended at the
Thirty-third Street station of the Sixth
avenue elevated railway. All Fitch
wanted to know was the destination
| of the note. Fitch, though an anna
teur, had acquired so much skill from
association with the famous Head
quarters man in efforts to free his
sweetheart that it required no
prompting to look over the boys
shoulder as he stopped to buy
ticket. While fishing in his pocket
for grubby nickel, the messenger
momentariry held the envelope in sucn
a position that Fitch was able to read
both name and address. The doctor
hastily jotted both on the margin or
newspaper, and then he crossed to
the downtown station, and in 20 min
utes knocked at the door of the de-
tective's room in Police Headquarters.
This must be the woman" he
heard Britt say to Rawson, as he en-
tered after a sharp Come int"
Hello, doc!" said Britt. Il guess
we've found her. These are the full
names of all the Millicents registered
in New York hotels, and my man re-
! ports this signature is exactly like
the name attached to the note found
in the Indians clothes"
Whats the name?" asked Fitch.
"Millicent Delaroche," answered the
detective.
That's the lady" answered the
physician. "The same name is on that
envelope Griswold gave the messen-
ger She lives in the"
Hotel Renaissance" said Britz de-
cisively. Doctor, tell you we're get
ting warm. AS the kids say, We're
burning up!'"
A conference followed, in the course
of which Britt, Fitch and Rawson
elaborated plan to ascertain whether
| the jewels Millicent Delaroche men,
toned in her note to Griswold were
the original Missioner diamonds, or
merely gems the clubman had bought
for her. To learn that fact was not
so easy as it sounded. With weeks
at his command, Britz could have
gained the knowledge in roundabout
way, but he had no such time. There
were not even days to spare; there
were not even hours to waste. Britt
knew as well as if he saw it in black
and white that the Orientals, both CT
nigh and low caste, were centering all
their subtlety, skill and ingenuity
upon the possession of Mrs. Mission
er's jewels-anyway the Maharanee
diamond-and he sensed the impor-
lance of anticipating them before tho
night was over. That realization was
based on the assumption that the
contents of the Millicent note as yet
were unknown to the more important
of the Hindoos. Britt knew the men
he had caught in Bruxton Sands room
could not get word to the Swami nor
to Prince Kananda before the morn
ing He had taken care to prevent
that by rushing note to the captain
of the Tenderloin precinct, requesting
that the prisoners, instead of being
taken to the night court, should be
held at least for the morning session
in Jefferson Market. His zeal led him
to lose no time in heading off the ORR
entails, even with the burglars bottled
up for twelve hours or so. Had he
guessed he himself had helped to con-
vey the letter from the Hindoo cap
tiyes to their Brahmin master, he
would have been twice as jealous,
though it is doubtful he could have
worked more rapidly than he did after
his talk with Fitch and Rawson in
the seclusion Of his OWE Office.
In pursuance of the plan arranged
in that conference, Rawson went to
the Renaissance and got from the
management all that was known there
concerning Millicent Delaroche. She
was Mrs. Delaroche, whether wife,
widow or Divorce the management
could not tell. She had been in the
hotel several months; she had one of
the most luxurious suites In the big
building, and she seemed to be boun-
tifully supplied with money. Her
gowns were gorgeous, and when she
went out, it was in an electric brough-
am she kept in the hotels garage.
Mrs. Delaroche had few visitors.
The most frequent was a man about
town who sent many roses and huge
boxes of bonbons to Madam's apart.
ment. Did the management know
him? oh, yes. If his name was OF
any real Importance to the interro
gator, the manager did not mind tell