Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1911-04-18
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/ Biodgett'e eyes, turning slowly In q
craven face, traversed the length and
breadth Of them as If nothing could
please him better than to still the
Bacchante with mighty blow and
Jolt Carson out Of the room. The only
person entirely at ease was Griswold.
He smoked TRANQUILITY. his glance trav-
| elinx from one to another In rotation
with the appreciativeness Of q con-
noisseur studying great picture.
/ There was something Of the dilettante
| in the man. He was the opposite Of
i Sands in every particular save breed
4 Ing, and even in that respect there
was . difference.
Sands broke the tension with q
saddenness that fairly shouted his
whole character. Rising 10 abruptly
/, that his chair fell backward with Z
crash. he strobe to the telephone and
seized tho instrument savagely. He
was calling Police Headquarters be-
fore either Of the detectives recovered
from his surprise. Donnelly fastened
toward him. the Bacchante in great
! agitation. He pushed out fat hand
/ as II to stop the millionaire.
! What are you going to do?" asked
the sleuth. visibly anxious.
I'm going to have Manning call
ysu fellows back to Mulberry Street" "
said Sands. his jaw hardening. He's
sent tho wrong men. This isn't .
! Tenderloin case
( Now, see here, Mr.. Sands
snarled Donnelly threateningly.
+ I'm seeing straight enough" re-
turned Sands. II asked the Detective
Bureau to send up on an important
case, and the wires crossed before my
message got to the Chief. Somebody
told him it was a Chinatown hold-up.
Now I'm going to talk to him straight.
Hello. Spring! What's the matter
with that NUMBER"
you're going strong, Mr.. Sands.
even for a society man." said Donnel-
~. doing his best to quiet the Bac-
chante. "but don't see any shield on
your shirtfront, and me and my part
ner amt got any call taking orders
from you. We're on this case, and
we're going to stay on It. And II you
start anything with Manning. you
want to be sure you can finish it." He
was white, shaking-whether with
! rage or fear no one could say. Turn
! Ing to Mrs. Missioner, he went on:
Il suppose you know, ma'am, interfer-
! ence with an oficer Is q pretty seri-
, GUS thing. We're here on duty. and
| its UP to you to SEQ were not both
! efed."
| Mrs. Missioner paled. She dreaded.
!. not the law. but = scene.
I! II think We would better let them
! have their way, Bruxton." she muir
/ INJURED, the light Of admiration in her
7, eyes in contrast to her words. MT.
/, Donnelly knows Miss Horcomb's stand
ing now. He will remember"
Donnelly didn't know precisely what
he was expected to remember. but he
realized gentler tactics were safer to-
ward the Widows secretary while
Sands was around. 1t did not escape
even his observation that neither
Ranscome nor Griswold had said any
thing In Miss Holcomb's defense.
"Now, this is all wrong, young
| lady" he said to Elinor. bearing on
! the soft pedal as much as he could.
st isn't right for you to go on like
this, you know. You'll get yourself
! all worked up and then you won't
be able to answer our questions Take
my word for it, its best for you to
! keep yourself In hand"
! Elinor couldn't keep herself in hand
while that raucous voice was thrust
into her self-respect like rusty Ale
gripped as poinard. She fought for
self-mastery, but the shock was too
much for her determination. Doro-
thy's sieterly comforting only made
her tears flow more freely. Her whole
form quiFered with staccato sobs.
Carson. still on his little Journey
around the room, came full within
range Of B1odxett's .right-ansled gaze.
As he sensed the footnan's expression
he started violently and, stepping
back swiftly, turned away in con-
fusion. Not q muscle OF Blodgetts
other features moved, but Els eyes
seemed to reach for the detective.
Donnelly was rapidly recovering his
place on the pedestal. Hands wrist
deep in pockets. he rocked on his
4 heels ana looked at Elinor piercingly
with his little eyes. The girl. in an
interval between sobs. raised her
head and saw that gaze. A slow hush
swept her face. She detached herself
gently from little Miss March. and
lifting that graceful head Of hers
higher. ever higher. faced the sleuth
with composure as startling ~ had
been her loss Of control.
IF you have anything more to ask,
SIR" she said in low tone. 7 will
try to answer" -
"Thanks!" came the curt reply. II
knew you'd como around. You SEQ,
Miss minor"
| .'Aiss Holcomb!" burst from Sands
IN Q thunder tone. "H-o-l-co-m-b-you
} NEUTRALITY-SUSPICIOUS. Holcomb." Donnel-
| II pretended not to notice the inter
| ruption, but he did not address Elinor
By her hrst nsme again. hut Carson
seemed ~ psrturbed - he had bsen
under the malignant gaze Of the mo
tionless B!odgett. st
What were you doing In Maiden
! Lane the other day." asked Donhelly.
sharply,
II was not In Maiden Lane l
haven't been downtown in weeks, The
last time went south Of the shop.
| ping district was more than Q month
a~n so