The Marion daily mirror. (Marion, Ohio) 1892-1912, 1912-01-17

quietly and looked inquiringly at the
Swami. He was Of port,y build, but
his vigor still showed trn ses of the ath-
letic training he had followed in Eng
lisb schools and colleges. His West
| ern manner and excellent English
were not in surprising contrast to his
Indian swarthiness among those who
remembered the vogue a British edu.
cation had among Indiaspetty princes
in the reign of Victoria, Queen and
| Empress. Prince Kananda had been
one of the best batsmen on the Cam
| bridge eleven. His popularity among
] the democratic young aristocrats Of
| the period had sprung from the day
when he remarked It was not his fault
his father was a Mahara1ah, and that
It shouldn't be treasured, against him,
even though he couldn't live It down.
Mandy, as they called him on the
banks of the Cam, was voted a good
sort The classification had stuck
| TO him wherever men foregathered,
from the Strangers Club Of the Straits
Settlement to Whites and the Union
League.
whats the row, your reverence?"
he asked. On the surface, he took
the faith of his fathers lightly, ORR
entail though he was in the marrow
THE Maharanee has disappeared, Z"
said the Swami.
"Whee-eel" returned Kananda. IF
that blessed stone isn't the Wander
ing Jew of jewels How long has It
been missing this timer"
Nobody knows, unless It be its
present possessor. Moreover, prince
you are, ruler you may be, but can
not overlook your levity In connection
with so sacred a gem. Besides, my
friend, remember the brethren"
Nandy's face became serious imme-
diately.
81 wasn't exactly poking fun at the
Maharanee," he apologized, "and they
who suffer are never long absent from
my thoughts. It's a Western habit.
this filppancy-comes from trying to
graft Hindoo sprig on a British
oak. you know"
"we are of the Orient" said the
Swami, still rebukingly. I'VE should
not copy the barbarisms of the occi.
dent"
Nandy's eyes twinkled as the humor
of such an observation in the heart
OF Manhattan flashed upon him. In q
moment, he was grave again, how
ever He swung himself TO a table
IIlightly for one Of his bulk, and sat
kicking his heels as he awaited the
Hindoo priests narrative.
There's little to tell" the Swami
went on, himself dropping into the
easier speech OF the West as his com
panion stopped smiling. The great
diamond is gone and ALI has no idea
OF its whereabouts. Night and day
on the watch in the woman's home
he has nothing to tell further thar
that the jewel has disappeared anC
an arrest has been made"
$50 they've caught the theft"
Il perhaps. The bunglers OF this un
couth country may have stumbled
upon her by chance. She's in custody
anyway"
II Mandy slid from the table and bal
anced himself on his toes.
H "A woman, eh? Good-looldng7 2
Not without influence on his ideal
had he taken a postgraduate cours
among London's Gaiety girls. He wa
a connoisseur in the femininity OF tn,
"'alls." Serious women bored him
But surely young person cleve
enough to get away with a diamond
the size of the Maharanee couldn't b,
stupid?
Mrs. Missioner's secretary" tn,
Swami told him. "A close friend o
hers. too, says All"
Kananda's whistle was expressive
rs there evidence to convict?" h,
asked interestedly.
"A paste necklace was substituted
for the one containing the Mahara
nee," replied the Swami. "One OF tn,
real diamonds was found in the pris
oner's room"
/, Now. that's funny" said the Prince
h "Devilish funny! And they took he
in tow for that?"
II The priest nodded.
| What rotters these American po
licemen are!" snapped Kananda II
the slang he had used as Mandy o
Cambridge. Fancy any self-respect
ing Oriental doing that Why, tn,
bulldogglest little terrier in the Mika
dos secret service wouldn't make
such a break!"
The Swami nodded again.
"Ali searched her room, of course
before the detectives got there" ht
continued. Soon after Mrs. Mis-
sioner's return from the opera, h'
went straight from the hall outside
the library to Miss Holcomb's apart
lment and Investigated thoroughly"
Look here, old man." jerked IA
nanda. ''If ALI has the stone, it's al
well enough to put It over on"
He hasn't IT," the Swami answered
"The thing for us to do now is to find
out who has It."
Good old guesser!" grinned the
Prince. "Well, All knows his bust