The Kennewick courier. [volume] (Kennewick, Wash.) 1905-1914, 1912-08-23
"You have not learned anything?"

''Not much" evaded Nothing def
Unite, anyhow. Margery, you are not
going back to the Monmouth avenue
house again, are your
"Not just yet I don't think 1 could.
/ suppose later it will have to be sold,
but not at once. l shall go to Aunt
| Letitia's first
every WE'LL" l said Then you are
going to take a walk with me this aft
| ernoon in the park. 1 won't take no;
you need the exercise, and l need-to
talk to you"
When she had agreed l went to the
Office. Burton was there He had struck
up an acquaintance with Miss Grant
the stenographer, and that usually
frigid person had melted under the
warmth of his red hair and his smile
| She was telling him about her sisters
baby having the whooping cough.
When we had gone into the inner Of
fee and shut out Miss Grant and the
whooping cough he was serious in
stantly.
"Well," he said, 81 guess we've got
Wardrop for theft. anyhow"
"TheftT' inquired
"Well, larceny, if you prefer legal
terms. found where he sold the pearls
in Plattsburg, to a wholesale jeweler
named, suggestively, Cashdollar."
"Then." / said conclusively, 'if he
took the pearls and sold them, as sure
as sit here he took the money out Of
that Russia leather bag"
I'm not so darned sure Of it," said
Burton calmly.
| If he had any reason he refused to
give it. l told him. in my turn, of Car
ter's escape, aided by the police, and
he smiled ''For a suicide it's causing
a lot of excitement" he remarked.
When ! told him the little incident Of
! the postoffice he was much interested.
THE old lady's in it somehow" he
maintained. She may have been
lending Fleming money. for one thing.
How do you know it wasn't her hun
dred thousand that was stolen?"
There's only one thing to do, and
that is find Miss Jane. II she's alive
she can tell something. If Miss Jane
is dead-well, somebody killed her, and
it's time it was being found OUT
Its easy enough to say find her."
Its easy enough to find her." he ex-
ploded. MAKE a noise about it. Send
up rockets. Put half column ad in
every paper in town or. better still,
give the story to the reporters and let
them find her for you. Describe her
how she walked what she liked to eat.
what she wore; in this case what she
didn't wear. In forty-eight hours she
will have been seen in a hundred diff
ferent places, and one Of them will be
right. 1t Will be question Of selec-
tion-that is. If she is alive
The publicity part of it left to him.
and sent !; special delivery that morn
ing to Bellwood asking Miss Letitia to
say nothing and to refer reporters to
me- l had already been besieged with
them since my connection with the
| Fleming case. and a few more made no
| difference.
| Burton attended to the matter thor
oughly. The l o'clock edition Of an
afternoon paper contained short and
vivid scarlet account of Miss James
disappearance The evening editions
were full and. while vague as to the
manner of her leaving, were minute
as regarded her personal appearance
and characteristics.
| To escape the threatened inundation
of the morning paper men, l left the
office early. and at O'clock Margery
and stepped from hill car into the
park.
Il wish some one derended ON me"
she said peHsivel! ITS terrible
thing to f>o nat it doesn't matter to
any one-n Il tally. anyhow-whether
one is aron"l CT not. To have all my
responsible rs taken away at once
and just to drift around like this-oh.
| it's dreadful Besides my father, there
was only one person in the world who
cared about me. and l don't know
where she is. Dear Aunt Janev'
The sunlight caught the ring on her
engagement finger. and she flushed
suddenly as she saw me looking at it.
We sat there for a while saying moth
ing. The long May afternoon was
coming to close. The paths began to
fill with long lines Of hurrying home
seekers, their day in Office or factory
at an end.
Then impulsively she held out her
hand to me.
"You have been more than kind to
me-" she said hurriedly. You have
taken me into your homeland helped
me through these dreadful days-and
I will never forget it. Never
81 am not virtuous.'' | replied, look
ing down at her. Il couldn't help it.
You walked into my life when you
came to my office-was it on : last
week? The evil days are coming,
suppose. but just now nothing matters
at all. save that you are you, and l
am t.
She dropped her veil quickly. and we
went back to the car. The prosaic
world wrapped us around again. There
, was heavy odor Of restaurant coffee