The Huttig news., 1912-05-04

any strength In articulation She sim ply screamed. and SO eloquent were her shrieks that although she uttered no concrete word, only few of them were needed to tell the more intelli- gent of her auditors that she had been robbed, and that what she had lost was of priceless value to her
 Before the fusillade of her cries died away in scattering fire of gasping sohs, half a dozen pajamaed specters were racing down the corri- dor In the direction they deemed the burglar had taken What account they would have given of themselves had they come up with the fugitive is eonieetural. They were spared the disagreeahle necessity ef suhmittine their courage to that test, for as the burglar turned corner of the hall many yards in advance of his pursu. CTS. he was tripped hy foot adroitly interpolated In his path and when he recovered his breath after a iarring fall it was to find two men of sturdy build sitting upon him as eompos edly ss If nature had planned him for conversation chair. The pistol he had carried in his hands throughout the pursuit was snatched from his grasp and although he struggled furiously. his arms were dragged behind his back and handcuffs were snapped ipou his wrists Then he was dragged O his feet by four insistent arms and lmpelled with much vigor along the railway In the reverse direction to hat which he had followed
 Unmistakab'e was the rejoicing of be pa jana squad at the sight of his captivity. Undeniably heroic was it's surge toward him. Faces grim with postscript bravery were thrust into he prisoners, and voices raging from mockery to indignation bombarded him with questions. All of which the prisoner met with sullen silence and with looks that made the squad re treat pace or two In spite of the firmness with which his captors held him. Mrs Delareche's fading screams guided the little group to her apart ment where the hands of miuisteripg angels had adjusted her peignoir to It's normal position upon her Junoesqus form and fastened It's ruttering rib hons Tn becoming bows. She there re- eeiyed the heroes of the man hunt with astonishing composure
 "is this the man who robbed yon, madam?' asked one of the men who had caught the burglar He was the house detective. Stand behind him. Jim" he said to his colleague, DOT ter with the fullback's shoulders.
 Tt must be-" said Mrs. Delaroche, but l cannot tell by his face. l did not see it. It looks like the man, though. Make him speak
 But that task was beyond the house detectives powers. Irresponsible though his mind might be as com. pared with the city's sleuth's and blue coats. he hardly felt justified in em- ploying the most medieval forms of torture to accomplish that purpose. Seemingly, nothing short of the boot, the thumbscrew and the Iron Maiden would drag a word from the captive He maintained his sullen silence. al though it might be said he broke 1t In way, for the furious looks he cast at the pajama squad were almost audi. b'e. Those looks caused several of the squads doughty heroes suddenly to realize the unconventionalitv of their attire. and 10 send them precfp- itously in search of dressing gowns. One or two of them remained. how ever. and the house detective, who. fn hotels as frostily patrician as the Renaissance. did not often have an opportunity to hold the center of the stage, was fairly we'll content with his audience
 Now. then. you,' he said. brusGue- ly addressing the prisoner, speak up. What were you doing bere?"
 He got my jewels" cried Mrs. Del aroche.
 The prisoner turned one of his sul- Ion looks upon her. hut. con seious that she was robed as daentlly as the most fastidious society actress in the Du Harvest of bedroom scenes could be. her eauanimity was not sc vulnerable as that of the deserters from the pa. jana squad
 He took the whole case Of jewels from under my pillow" she continued, addressing the house detective They must be in his possession still. unless he dropped them while he was running away"
 We will soon find out said the leading man. Jim. go through him t'
 Jim only shrugged those fullbsck shoulders when the burglar attempted to petrify him with a look, and his search through the prisoners pockets was thorough. Mrs. Delaroche gasped her delight when from the captive's coat the porter drew forth heavy sil. yer casket, and held 1t toward her
 .Ts that your property. madam 2" asked the house detective.
 Yes. yes" said Mrs. Delaroche, eag- erly. oh, dear. I am so glad he did not escape with it. What would"
 She checked herself hastily.
 You must come to me In the morn ing. Mr.=Mr.- for a reward she add ed in tones so sweetly suggestive of a golden guerdon that the detectives rIi