Tensas gazette. [volume] (St. Joseph, La.) 1886-current, 1912-04-26

Griswold anew. 81 pray Heaven l
shall never hear your name again
unless It be under circumstances that
win give me further opportunity to
revenge myself upon you!"
Silence followed the theatrical out
burst of the woman. 0riswold stood
with clasped hands, his eyes on the
floor. Mrs. Missioner, her eyes reso-
lutely averted from his crouching
form, gazed at Britz expectantly.
Elinor. her fine womanhood athrill
with sympathy in spite Of her weeks
Of suffering-more keenly because Of
1t, perhaps-sought to soothe the agi-
tation Of Mrs. Delaroche, who was
close to collapse. Fitch, too, strove
to calm the woman. AS q man he
some alarm for her because Of the
great excitement to which she had
wrought herself-excitement plainly
beyond the endurance of her emo
ional nature. A feeling akin to in
dignstion stirred him when. giancing
toward Britz, he saw a sarcastic smile
on the detectives face. His hands
In his pockets, he was rocking gently
on his heels. and watching Mrs. Della
roche as one would concentrate his
vision on q great tragedienne near
the grand finale Of her performance.
"Bravo!" said the lieutenant de-
tective at last "Bravissimo, Mrs.
Delaroche! II It were not for detain-
ing our good friends. I'd insist upon
an encore. Really, you know, you're
entitled to any number Of curtain
calls for that"
The heroine Of the Renaissance
burglary flashed furious eyes upon
him. Fitch, despite all he knew Britt
had done for Elinor, could not con-
ceal his anger. Even Miss Holcomb
was indignant Mrs. Missioner and
Sands looked at the detective expect
antly. Mnnning's face was impassive.
He was prepared for any surprise
from his shrewd lieutenant
You behold In Mrs. Delaroche."
said Britx, including everybody In .
sweep OF his hand, "one Of the most
talented actresses In America. True.
she isn't on the stage, but that's only
because the managers haven't discov-
cred her. II any of the big managers
saw such an example of her art as
this. he'd engage her on the spot"
II don't understand you, Mr.. Britt. "
said Mrs. Missioner inquiringly.
Mrs. Delaroche understands me,
Ms. Missioner" returned the sleuth.
She knows exactly what I mean.
Don't you. Mrs. Delaroche?"
mol" said the woman from the
Renaissance so sharply the word was
like q poniard thrust.
Nor" retorted the detective. How
truly unfortunatel Surely you are
mistaken, madam; surely you recall
what happened IN Paris? It can't be
you've forgotten how you obtained
possession of the Missioner necklace
the one with the Maharanee dia-
mond. you knowi"
She chung to silence as to . rock
Of refuge. Britz. still rocking lightly
on his heels. raised finger waning
ly and looked at her with that same
sarcastic smile.
you know a. wen as / do, Mrs
Delaroche." be went on, that Curtis
Griswold didn't steal the Maharanee
necklace. Whatever other crimes are
upon him. he IL guiltless of that-in
act. at any rate"
The woman kept her eyes on the
floor, her face partly turned away
All the others stared 1T Britt In
amazement. not excepting the CHIEF
Of the Detective Bureau.
Lets run through the pages Of
history, Mrs. Delaroche," continued
the lieutenant. Personal history. Of
course-the history OF clever little
Miss Vincent. one Of the brightest
young women In Paris. You remem
Der her when she was an art student
there, getting along as well as she
could on q New England income II
the Latin Quarter. A bright, clever
little girl she was, to be sure, and II
was too bad she had such q hard
struggle to realize her artist,
dreamsi"
All his hearers listened sttentively
Mrs. Delaroche, in spite OF resoluts
efforts 10 appear Indifferent. full al
faithfully as the others.
Prince Kananda moved forward un
I'll he stood within. several feet Of
Mrs. Delaroche. She turned her head
slightly and saw him. A glance Of
mutual recognition passed between
them. but so quickly that II was un
observed by the others. The Primo,
eyed her steadily, with malignant
gaze. as Of q man who has beer
tricked. A wild fear leaped into hei
eyes and she moved away, edgini
closer to Britt.
1T isn't to be wondered st," SAID
Britz alphabetically, when yox re
call the many hardships Miss Vim
cent endured-when you remembel
on how many mornings she had t
trudge to her copying work in thu
Louvre without even the poor con
ISOLATION of q French breakfast, tina
she permitted young Hirdoo gentle
man to spend a little money upoI
her. II wasn't exactly IN line will
New England conventionality. o
course, but the aristosratic Easterne
had been introduced to her formal.
enough, his behavior was always re
spectful, and she-well, she was yer,
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