The Washington times., 1912-09-06

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Baxendale open your mouth and out
Ninian Baxendale's wits, sharpened
He began to reckon matters up. After
all, what charge could Miss Driscoll
bring against him? There was no harm
| In masqIerading as a clergyman. and
he certainly, hadn't got the diamonds.
Driscollr" he replied sulkily. What
| right have you to treat me like this?"
Hear him. said Miss Driscoll, lift-
sEooK substantial fist in % his ~ face. @
You miserable puppy!" she said, IF
| you don't own up I'll break every bone
In your body, you little rat, you!"
seneuI 9oung s,,c0nr,,od Mr dsaxsndale's physical
Driscolrs size and strength and grew
frightened. He himself, in consequence
of generous self-indulgence, possessed
about as much muscle as a starved
''wh-what do you want to knowG''
he asked. -. -
What do want to know Every
thing, you wretched fooll' answered
ac am made that you are at the bot
tom of the theft of my diamonds? Who
but you could have found out that, ]
vas travelling with them? You and
them"
I'll swear / haven't" asserted the
| Gagged rat. I've never seen them. I
swear It. He may have got 'em, but
him about them. And now he's slung
his hook!' mourned the victim of Il
misplaced confidence.
II never thought he'd treat me like
that"
Are you going to tell the whole
story and the whole truth?'' asked Miss
Driscoll very threateningly and with a
strong accent on the final word OF her
question.
Thus adjured, young, Mr.. .Baxendale
made virtue of necessity and for per-
haps the first time in his life told" a
plain tale. He told It very well. too.
sndu,ans and the manageress was fascinated and
should have gone on under her roof.
And. he was such a pleasant-man-
nered, polite gentleman!'' she said when
the subordinate sinner had finished. II
saw him myself this morning when he
left and thought what nice manners
mon thief"
nr;AGou An unSommCn ,I,,p mon thief" said Miss
now. He must have tampered with my
door last night when l was away from
the room and he must have contrived
10 oSug me Also, he must have es-
capped by the window.
He's clever villain and much too
clever for you, you miserable SCALA
wag!' she continued, turning on young
Where do you suppose he's gone.
eh? What was settled between you as
got them?"
We thought of taking. them to Am
sterdam," faltered the prisoner
The manageress suddenly remembered
the bit Of paper which she had picked
up In the missing mans room
found this on the floor OF Mr.
the other mans apartment" she said.
1T seems to be a list of boats or trains
ma am
Miss Driscoll took the scrap of paper.
It bore words and" figures hastily 1otted
down-evidently from a time table.
o Westland Row, 7:45. Kingston Pier.
8; Hoiyhead, IL. Euston, 5:45.' Why
she said. this seems to be merely the
times of the day mail from here. What
did the man write that down for-he
could have carried 1t in his head? I
know; it's a blind. He wanted us to
think he was off to England. Never
MI mind; III have him. and I'll have my
"May-may 1 go?" asked young Mr..
Go? You'll go to prison, my boy!"
answered Miss Driscoll with cheerful
Go, indeed! think l see you"
she motioned to the manageress, who
followed her fro mthe apartment, Young
Mr.; Baxendale found himself alone
He sat cursing his fate and himself
Tor good hour. and then the key turn
ed in the lock and Miss Driscoli reap
peared, and she was followed by a very
tan and very muscular man in a tweed
suit, who smiled pleasantly and deter
minedly and twiddled a heavy military
looking moustache as he gazed at the
unhappy prisoner.
This he?" said the portentous per-
sonage.
"Thic 10 ha opsworoa Nj. r>.,-.-u
The detective glanced in an amused
fashion at long, narrow parcel which
Miss Driscoll carried, wrapped UP in
brown paper in her right hand:
Going to carry out that little cere-
mony you spoke OFF" he said. smiling.
Il am" replied Miss DriscoIl with
grim determination.
"I'll wait outside till It's over" said
the man. laughing. % Don't let him
make too much music"
He laughed again and retired. closing
the door softly upon Miss Driscoll and
her prisoner. The latter. trembling in
every limb. gazed at his iailer in sheer
terror.
Take Off that coat" commanded Miss
Driscoll.
"Wh-wh--" began the victim.
Coat" said Miss Driscoll. with a
stamp of her foot.
The coat came off.
''Waistcoat!'
The unhappy youths waistcoat fol-
lowed.
"Couar-tie" ordered Miss Driscoll,
with two successive stamps "On with
each-Il kill you If you don't"
Young Mr.. BaXendale, with a face as
white as paper doffed his ornaments.
He stood trembling like a leaf, in thin
shirt and his trousers and he gaZed at
the awful woman as a rabbit gaZes at
the snake that is going to kill 1t.
Down on your knees! commanded
the woman who had got the whip hand.
Young Mr.. Baxendale went on his
knees And then Miss Driscoll drew out
OF its paper wrappings a brand new rid
ing switch, the sort they use in heavy
cavalry regiments. with a steel cord
running through 1t. At the sight Of II
the abject figure on the hearth rug set
up howl for mercy.
At the end of ten minutes the dectec-
tive put his head through the door
II say" he said, apologetically, don't
Kill him. Leave a bit of him."
Miss Driscoll gave the writhing and
figure on the floor one last cut
and threw the switch away. And then
she gave Mr.. Ninian Baxendale into
custody on the charge of being con-
cerned in the theft of her diamonds.
A Continuation OF This Story VIII
he Found In TOmOrrOw's
Issue of The Times.
To Dat,~S, Mo NToa4oI