The Huttig news. (Huttig, Ark.) 1907-1955, 1911-12-02
SYNOPSIS.


sioner's diamond necklace breaking and
scattering the string of rare and costly
gems al over the door Curtis Griswold
and BfGNten Sands, two society men,
both of whom love Mrs Missioner gather
Up some of the diamonds, bat the gem
OF the collection. the celebrated Mahar-
dh6e- is missing. Griswgld steps on the
apparent missing diamond and it brushes
uaeet his heel. A Hindoo comes from an
! aaleinlng box, and picking up 4 flake of
TIE crushed gem pTonouuces il a fraud
not the genuine Maharanee. but--paste.
4e Widows guests saw what few
perzo other than Mrs. Missioner had
seen-a1 the Missioner Jewels at once.
The gems were the collection Of
lifetime. Missioner, in the intervals
OF amassing millions, had devoted
himself to gathering them from the
earth's four corners. 1t had been
his only hobby, and he had pursued
it with the enthusiasm of man TO
whom an extra mineral or two on a
check meant little
you have an inventory, Of course?"
asked Sands Even his sturdy indi-
vidaality paid passing tribute TO the
magnifcence of the collection. He
left the stones of the necklace on the
table and strollea over to stare at the
rubies and emeralds. the sapphires
and tourmalines and amethysts, above
all at the unrivaled group of diamonds
graded from a firefiy's sparkle to the
g oryburst of radium Little Miss
March, true daughter of Eve, sank
on the broad rug beside the shining
trays and gazed at them in an ecstasy
of alteration
Mrs. Missioner drew from shelf
in the jewel box catalogue of her
treasures. Item by item she read
from it, the others checking tray by
trey until the last stone was account
ed fer, the last save the wonderful
Maharsnee diamond.
The big store gone " unused Sands.
Then Doris, and there was convic.
ton in his tones. as he gathered up
the jewels scattered on the table,
these others are false. too"
oh, do you think so?' asked Doro-
thy, her fingers interlaciEg in re-
pressed hysteria.
Sure of It." said Sands, holdf~g
one Of TIE suspected gems to the
/ light. I'm not an eyrert. but |
haven't the slightest doubt"
Let ne see them" Griswold inter-
posed. He scrutiaized three or four
for more than a minute They took
genuine enough to me-" He offered
them to Miss March, whose fingers
did not unlock to take them
eve can be certain ve~y quickly"
said Mrs Missioner Size was study
iTe Griswod's whitening fngers-
steady enou9h. but deadly white. Il
vas a pecutarity Of the man that he
turned pale only in his hands. q viii
send for q ieweler"
NY Gear! At this hour?" cane in
De-othy's child treble
Mrs Missioner smiled in way tina
said there were jewelers. Of no small
Importance in commercial circles who
would be glad to answer a summons
from her at any hour--that it was not
in vain she was known to dealers as
one of the most liberal collectors in
the world She turned to rosewood
desk and took Up a telephone
Creamery. $1,000" she called
THE Enngham?-Mr. Ranscome.
r'ease-This is Mrs Missioner, Mr.
+ 9scome.-Yes, I am at home
Can you come up for a few minutes?
Thank you," and as she returned
the receiver to the hook, she explain
ed: "Banscome is the Oldest expert
in New York
while we are about It." said Sands
slowly, we may as well cali head
quarters" He reached for the tee
phoae, but his hand was stayed by
Dorothy's futtering fingers.
oh Bruxton," she said please
don't cali the Ice" and as his eye
brows went up, she added. 81 am so
frightened"
4 wouldn't be hasty, Sands" said
Griswold The newspapers follow
the sleuths, you know"
I'm not think of the newspapers"
replied Mrs Missioner, but maybe
we'd better wait for Mr.. Ranscome.
You see and there was perpiexity
IN the g'ance that swept the group,
this is no ordinary theft"
mot a burglary, you Think" asked
Griswold quickly He had lighted his
cigarette, and, leaning back in a coy
corner of the inglenook was smoking
with little abrupt puffs that con
trasted with the ease of his position.
He studied the widow coyertly
through weaving wreaths
''if a burglar could reach this room,
| must reorganize my household" she
murmured. She was gazing into the
flames. Her shoulders dropped, ana
Sands, noticing her WEAKNESS.
switched off the lights The rainbow
sparkle of the jewel trays varied fan.
tastically the pattern Of the rug eli
which they lay but the background OF
dusk rested her.
And there is no one you suspect"
There is no one in the house | can
suspect"
You are to be congratulated, Girls
void commented, with smile dis
creetly divided between sincerity
satire. And. of course. having such
an impeccable horsohn'd-"
IF | We're you. Doris" Sands broke