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of her fiance, and that the two have
combined to enlist your sympathy"
Il guess Il wasn't a bad bit of de-
tective work to get those letters"
Donnelly smiled.
Il guess not" agreed Carson, anx.
ious to Justify his partners little out.
burst of self-adulatlon.
Britz turned to them abruptly.
Their hippant tones irritated him. His
nature revolted at the ill-bred rejoic-
ing over the prospective degradation
of woman.
"How did you get the letters?" he
asked brusquely.
Donnelly, ready to burst with the
Importance he had gathered. needed
no urging TO impart the desired in.
formation.
Il had Doctor Fitch shadowed from
the day he appeared at headquarters
to inquire about Miss Holcomb," he
said. That's how got on that he
was negotiating with real estate
agent. Luckily, the agent was a
friend OF mine, and he informed me
that Fitch had purchased and paid
for site on which to build a mod.
ern sanitarium. Yes, sir, he put up
100000 for the ground: and the build.
ings and furnishings, learned, are to
cost nearly a quarter of a million. II
wasn't easy 70 get the agent to turn
over Fftch's letters, but told him
he'd have 10 produce them before
the grand jury under a subpoena, so
he handed them over"
Have you tried to learn where he
got the money!" Britz demanded.
It's plain enough where he got the
money. The individual stones of the
necklace would bring all the money
he needed for the deal"
but have you tried to make sure
that he sold the diamonds?" 3ritz per.
sisted
"I'll get all that without much
trouble" was the confident reply.
We'll, so ahead and get IT," Britz
ordered. .4-
When the two detectives left the
room Mott found it impossible to re-
strain his qualification.
Il guess you'll admit you're on the
wrong lay?" he jeered. you've be-
wildered yourself with your own zeal.
This is the sort of stuff | want" he
declared, lingering the letters.
You've been led astray. Now get
on the right trail and accomplish
something"
An attendant entered with q card.
The prosecutor glanced at It and
passed II over to the detective.
Hes an old friend" Mott remarked.
I'VE were in college together"
dark flush suffused Britz' counte-
nance and deepeued his yellow ivory
complexion to n dun gray. He fixed
a look of anxious Interrogation on
Mott, as II doubtful of the wisdom of
admitting the visitor into this back
room Of the temple of justice.
Il know he's one OF your suspects"
the prosecutor laughed, at the same
time pressing a button which sounded
a buzZer in the reception room. Yes,
he's one OF the figures In this comedy
II errors you're playing, but I'll not
INFORM him that. in your eyes, he's
'ne of the possible thieves. You may
% ahead suspecting whom you will
Hithout interference on my part"
The swinging door opened. and Girls
void rauntered into the room. The
,ordi0l snre he bestowed on Mott
AIDED to slo rcillousness when he be- |
leld Br!.z lle need at the de-
ective as = reser Of his presence.
81 presume :, can guess why l
'alled," he ssic II. -! y to the pros
,cutor.
1T requires no m!rd roa'og to
athom the object Of you. vi.is. Mott
aughed back.
MRS. Missioner is on the verge of
nervous prostration." Griswold In
ormed. "She asked me to inquire
lbout the progress of the case. DO
'ou know, she can't get herself to be-
ieve Elinor guilty. Sands is inclined
o agree with her to the extent OF Of
ering to go on Miss Holcomb's bond"
why doesn't he do so?" inquired
he prosecutor.
Because Mrs. Missioner objects"
replied. "She believes that
he swiftest way to clear Elnor is to
'ermit her to remain in the Tombs. |
onfess cannot see the force of her
rgument, but she is evidently acting
Inder what she believes to be com.
etoat advice"
J 9itz cushioned his head against
3 back of the chair in the attitude
{ an Indifferent listener TO the con-
ersation between the other men. II
e had any Views on the subject under
iscussion, he gave no audible indica-
Ion OF them. i
This man Sands" suddenly queried
lott. seems to be an accepted suitor
( Mrs. Missioner, doesn't he?"
A wave of red mounted TO Girls
Toid's forehead An angry twitch OF
he corners OF his mouth revealed
hat the prosecutor had touched ten
er spot. ss#t
"He seems to divide his time be-
ween pursuing Mrs. Missioner and