The Donaldsonville chief. [volume] (Donaldsonville, La.) 1871-current, 1911-11-04

tenant said Sands slowly. Now, you
see, I am not My time is too valu-
able"
We'll, what are you going to do
about these fellows?" asked Britt
ooh, don't you bother about them,'
said Sands. Il guess I can take care
of them"
II guess you'll guess again., said
Britz, for if anybody is going to take
care of these gentlemen, behold in
me the only original little caretaker.
Britz turned to the Hindoos.
"Now, then, you dusky beauties,
suppose you come along with me-
Going to carry theme" asked Sands.
Britz blushed; yes, 8ritz fairly and
squarely blushed. In his momentary
evaporation at the millionaires stub
bornness he had forgotten that not
only the hands, but also the feet OF
the Orientals were bound. However,
he was not to be disconnected, and 1t
was with sufficient readiness that he
| replied:
You don't suppose l take my pris-
| oners through the streets like mem
| Der of the Traffic Squad, do you?
Where's your telephone?"
Sands Indicated the instrument and
| Britt took it up and called for 800
Spring.
Headquarters? he asked over the
| wire. YES, this is Britz. Have a wagon
sent from the West Thirtieth Street
| Station to the st. Barnabas Apartment
house. No, don't send the reserves; ;
| just sent couple of men. Good-by.' :
AS he rang off, he turned and faced
his host
Mr.. Sands said he, there are
one or two points about which I would
like to talk to you this evening.
came to you frankly and directly be.
cause l found one of your cards in
the possession of man who, while
mentally, unbalanced, knows some
thing about the fake Maharanee dia
mond. After arriving here, had the
opportunity to serve you in the way
Of protecting your property. And
wasted no time in meeting with you
You see fit to ignore my efforts in that
direction, although I may say that If II
had not been for me these second
story specialists would have been uI
or down the fire escape and many
| blocks away long before you could
have caught them. I do not mind tell
| ing you, Mr.. Sands, that even though
| you were center rush at Harvard, you
| are not quick enough for Central Office
men. And now, when you find some
thing on one of these men that may
/ or may not be Of interest to me, in
stead of letting me see 1t, or telling
me its contents-1'd take your wore
for it-you stuff 1t into your pocket
and tell me to go to blazes. Moreover
when ask you what disposition yot
want made of these burglars, you al
| most tell me it's none Of my bust
ness"
Britt rocked on his heels and thrus
his hands into his pockets with force
that was eloquent of his displeasurt
to anybody who knew him well.
Nov, let me tell you, MIR. Sands,
he went on, that it is my business
what becomes of these prisoners
They are going to the Tenderloin Pc
lice Station, and a charge of burglar.
Is going to be entered on the blotte
| against them
| 81 am not going to prosecute them,
said Sands.
"Oh, you're not, aren't you? Well
think you will" returned Britz. ANY
way, ii you don't feel like prosecuting
them, I'll do it myself This case /
not In your hands now; 1t belongs Il
the people of the State of New York
and If you don't choose to appear a.
complainant, I'll call you as witnes
for the State. So Mr.. Sands, if yo'
are not hopelessly addicted to cigar
or cigarettes to the exclusion of al
others forms of the weed, permit mi
to suggest that when we have lief
you alone. you retire to the remot
background of your apartment, pu
that in your pipe and smoke it,"
Sands became genuinely angry. I
l6ook good deal to disturb his eQus