The Detroit times. [volume] (Detroit, Mich.) 1903-1920, 1911-07-22
CHAPTER XIV.

iContinuedl.
He did not answer, and the discom-
fort OF silence settled heavily down.
began TO hear the clock ticking, and
TO be half conscious of my own breath
ing. Some one crossed the room
above US and went quietly down the
upper hall toward the rear OF the
house. Had that been Miriam's room
In which / found the intruder: and IL
so, why was II kept uncannily the
same when all the family were striv-
ing to guard the mother from remem-
brance? Presently Mr.. Tabor reused
himself with the decision OF q man
putting a thought away.
! II meant to ask you about that" he
said. Somehow or other, this black
hand business must stop. I can't have
reporters and detectives and black
mailing Italians lurking about to
cause gossip and disturb Mrs. Tabor,
and I won't have II. We've done no
more than merely to hold on the
spies, and that necessity IN itself was
bad enough. But when II comes to
having Carucci break into the house
and alarm the family" He locked
sharply at me. Have you heard any
thing further from your friendT'
Nothing more than you know; but
ran across Carucci this afternoon,
and | think that incident Is closed
/ went over the afternoons events,
adding: 80 there's no murder mys-
terry now. no newspaper story. and
unless Sheila is very much mistaken
In herself, we've heard the last Of
Carucci That clears the atmosphere
pretty thoroughly, doesn't it?"
He did not seem to be much re-
lieyed. "Y-e-s-If Sheila could or
would really send him away. l don't
doubt her loyalty to US, but she's too
fond OF her brute OF husband" Then
abruptly, after some bordering. you
answered the telephone for Mrs.
Tabor, as understand. Did you hear
the name, or recognize the voice?"
mo. sir" said l uncomfortably; for
IT sounded very much as he were
questioning his wife's word.
1T couldn't have been either OF your
Italian detectives, for instance"
"rm quite sure that II wasn't
that Is, as sure as one can be OF
voice over the phone. II was entire
ly different, cooling, syrupy voice
that seemed to be woman's."
Well" he said finally. "Carucci Is
the storm-center, in any case" He
rose, and pressed the button by the
door. ASK Mrs. Carucci to step
down to my study for moment. he
said to the maid. Then he turned to
me. Come I'm here, Crosby, and we'll
settle this thing"
sheila appeared. bubbling with
triumph. and volubly eager to recount
her experiences. Antonio would new
or dare to show the face OF him to
any OF us again. Indeed, he had prom
ised to take the first ship he could
find and be OF to sea, out OF mischief
His black hand bother WIS all nom
sense anyway; he was, nothing to be
afraid of, more than blackfaced
bogey to frighten children. AN he'll
keen his promise, sir, to me-" she
wound M. "for he knows well what
I'll be givin' him IL he don't. He's
onlv waitin' till his weeks out, so he
can draw his pay; then on he goes
To New York, an, away on the hrst
steamer that1l take him. An good
radiance to We, too says I. an IL ever
ve bring trouble on my people again,
III make We wish ye'd died bache-
lor,' | says to him..
Hes going before that" said Mr..
Tabor decidedly. This Is Tuesday;
the Catalonia calls on Thursday. and
ri get him berth on her. What's
more. IN see that he takes -itr--fou-
know where to find him. Sheila, l
SUPPOSE"
asure I do, sir. He'll be right
where | saw him. workin' on the troll.
ley. But it's hard on him, sir. losin.
his weeks pay. and bein' shipped on
like a thief Leave him hnd his own
ship like man.
Hes not being shipped on. I'm
finding q good berth for him, which
Is more than he deserves, and you
both ought to be grateful. Now listen,
want you to go to New York with
him tomorrow. Take him to your
own place. and don't lose sight OF him