The Yale expositor., 1911-09-14
CHAPTER Ix.-(Continued.)

AS the detective left the office, he
could not help a feeling of depression
at the slow progress Of events. AS yet,
the intricacies of the mystery were
vaguely outlined in his mind. He saw
them as a floating mist, heavy with
possibilities but charged with delusive
signs Of reckoning trails that he in
Stinctively knew led to nowhere. He
was still treading lightly the mazes
OF the case. One false step might be
fatal, and he preferred to remain in
"a crouching attitude of watchfulness,
ready to spring from cover at the
proper moment.
Much as he deplored his enforced
Inactivity, he nevertheless had faith
dn the final outcome. A quick mental
survey Of the case convinced him that
the first necessity was to find the
maker of the paste stones. Whoever
made the duplicate Maharanee would
surely recall having done so. There
were few Europeon firms that could
have made the stone. 1t was doubtful
whether any American manufacturer
could have turned out a substitute to
fool the eyes of Mrs. Missioner, even
FOR a night. 1t is hard enough to get
the compact brilliance of the diamond
In small paste gen. infinitely more
diff cult is 1t to manufacture q coun-
terfeit Maharanee. Britt knew that
whoever copied the cut and luster Of
that marvellous stone was an expert
of high caliber. No faint simmer of
glass could have availed to deceive
Mrs. Missioner. The laboratory fire
that cleaned from the duplicate was
the work of years Of experiment, and
only in Paris, Britt believed, was the
art Of manufacturing paste gems suf-
ficiently developed to bring forth
satisfactory duplicate Of the Mahara-
nee.
Three weeks, at least, must elapse
before word would come from Logan.
The emissary sent abroad was himself
diamond expert Before entering
the Detective Bureau. he had been a
foreign agent of the United States
Treasury Department. If the dupli-
cate necklace was manufactured
abroad, Logan would find the manu-
facturer without delay. Britt had
faith in his man, and he waited i'm
patiently through three weeks OF tor
ment for the first cablegram. 1t came
finally, and he opened it with nervous
fingers.
Missioner necklace manufactured
from drawings by three firms. Orig
1nal never in possession of manufac-
turers."
Britt let the telegram futter to the
door.
II knew IT," he burst forth. "They
wouldn't have dared to take the orig
inal out Of the safe without immedi-
ately replacing 1t with the duplicate"
He picked up the message and
burst into the Chiefs room.
Read it," he exclaimed.
The Chiefs eyes drank in the
words, but his brain failed to grasp
their underlying meaning
81 don't see that this proves any
thing" he remarked.
1T proves everything" volleyed
Britt. 1T proves that the thief was
clever draughtsman. It proves that
he spent weeks sketching the neck
lace, stone by stone, and 1t proves,
too, that he went to Paris to have the
duplicate made"
'It proves all that" agreed the
Chief. But who had the opportunity
to see the necklace a sufficient num-
Der Of times and long enough to make
the sketches? Who but Miss Hol-
comb?"
81 will find someone who had al
most as good an opportunity" Britz
returned confidently.
"And II you do, what will 1t mean?"
asked the Chief
ut will mean something to work
on" the detective said.
The next twenty-four hours Britz
spent in the quiet Of his home,
his mind focused on the prob
lem before him, trying to map out his
line of procedure. Plan after plan he
discarded as worthless. He could have
struck out blindly In the hope OF
stumbling on trail but that was not
BIRTHS method. Crime mysteries were
TO him scientific problems to be solved
by scientific means. Step by step he
went over the ground already covered,
and then swept the outlook with the
Teen searchlight of his mind.
By process of elimination he tried
10 sift the real thief from the group