Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1911-04-21
CHAPTER VII.

cHAPTER'viI
Remanded to the Tombs.
Lieutenant Britz, seated at the fat
top desk Of his Office, peered steadily
at the ceiling. as II he expected to
find written there the solution OF the
great mystery into which he had been
called. A worried expression was on
his face. rs II anxiety had taken pos
session of his soul. He became sub.
merged in deep meditation, In which
he sought to arrange in consecutive
order the information gathered by
Donnelly and Carson. The conviction
forced itself on his mind that Miss
Holcomb's arrest was based on cir.
cumstance from which more than
one inference might be drawn. The
fact that she knew the combination or
Mrs. Missioner's safe did not mean, of
course, that she took the jewels. On
the surface, it looked as If hers was
the exclusive opportunity to possess
herself OF the gems, outside of Mrs.
Missioner herself. But Britt felt that
the depth Of the case had not been
not even been penetrated.
The only thread that connected
Miss Holcomb with the theft was tho
diamond found in her room. But to
Britz,s experienced mind, this circurh.
stance pointed rather toward limo.
cence than guilt For. he argued, IL
sic had taken those jewels, she would
not have been so careless rs to leave
one Of them in her boudoir. That dia-
mond, Britz was convinced, was
placed there Intentionally and with
sinister purpose BY hand other than
Miss Holcomb's.
Br1tz rose from his seat, donned hin
topcoat and hat, and made his way to
the tier Of cells one Of which held
Miss Holcomb. He encountered Don.
nelly and Carson on the way.
What time are you goiI: to N
r1ixn herr" no asked.
Right now" Donnelly replied. I'VE
got the magistrate to hold court an
hour longer for US"
A turnkey swung open the iron door
Of the cell. Tho detectives found Miss
Holcomb huddled In = corner, the
wan light Of tho corridor falling on
her tsar!Da*hsd face.
Don't take me back! They want
TO harm me! haven't done any.
thingl" she cried, when she saw tho
visitorA Brits stepped forward With
IN air Of command and waved the
other detectives back. He scraped his
Shoulders through tho cell door and
sat on the rude cot, facing tho woman.
Miss Holoomb." he said pleasantly,
"thero win be no further inausitioa
IN tho Chiefs once. no moro third.
degree methods viii DO applied to you.
It IL necessary under the law to bring
you before = magistrate within TWEEN
ty1our hours after your arrest. Now,
braoe yourself, please, for the ordeal.
Il you are innocent. you have abso'
lutely nothing to fear. You win have
IA opportunity in court Of consultinS
with your friends and engaging law
yer. Your interests win be protect.
ed"
Instinctively, although in the gloom
Of her surroundings she could make
out only . dim outline of his face, she
felt confidence in the detective that
braced her ike . tonic.
Il have . carriage waiting for you.
Miss Holcomb," Britz informed her.
1T viii enable you to avoid the many
curious eyes in the street
she murmured her thanks as she
stepped out Of the cell and followed
Britz and his companions through a
maze Of corridors to the street. They
were driven rapidly to the Jefferson
Market Court and ushered into the
private room Of the magistrate. A
crowd Of reporters wss already on
hand for the hearing. Tho curious
eyes aimed pidlessly at her inspired
In her q terror that made her shrink
behind the broad shoulders Of Don.
nelly. The magistrate motioned her to
seat close to his desk. and said:
Madam. It u your privilege to en-.
gago counsel would advise you ia
DO 20 st once, for anything you say
may be used against you
II have done nothing wrong" she
nurmured.
Ecu had bettsr got = lawyer" the
Magistrate urged.
AZ II In response to bis advice, the
door opened abruptly and two men
entered. One was sharp-faced, gray.
haired, nervous. with tho unmistak.
able air Of the lawyer. The ether was
Q young man, his face marked with
heavy lines Of worry. a. II he also
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