The Marion daily mirror. (Marion, Ohio) 1892-1912, 1912-02-03


any more of my time. have spent an
hour in getting these jewels away
from you, and l don't intend to put in
many more words in getting the facts
from you. You have got to answer
soon or late, and you may as we'll do
It at once"
II there was TO be any third degree
in her case, the detective was deter
mined to apply It then and there
They we're given to me-" said the
woman family.
"By whom?"
"By-by friend Of mine" she re.
piled.
And his name?" inquired the detec.
tive CURLY.
II do not care to tell his name" said
Mrs. Delaroche, who had recovered a
little of her calmness.
you must tell IT," Britz insisted.
81 cannot" sho said.
But / tell you you must!" returned
the detective. Don't you see you have
got TO tell 1t to square yourself?"
What do you mean, slr?" she asked
with a pretty show OF indignation.
Now, don't try any Of those games
on me-" said Britz. In his impatience,
he was descending close to the meth
DDS of Donnelly and Carson. He re-
membered that In a moment and re-
sumed more persuasively:
1T will save you great deal Of
trouble for you, Mrs. Delaroche, II you
tell me the truth, and tell 1t at once,
without holding anything back. You
understand, | am detective from Po-
lice Headquarters, and was assigned
weeks ago to find Mrs. Missioner's dia.
monds. have found the diamonds,
and now must find the thief"
Mrs. Delaroche shivered, and started
slowly to her feet She turned dis
dainful glance on the group at the door.
then faced Britt once more. and in
voice little more than a whisper, she
said:
Whatever you may think, did not
know the jewels were stolen. did not
know they ever belonged to Mrs. Mis-
sioner. never heard of Mrs. Mission.
er before tonight, except through the
papers. | did not know that any OF my
acquaintances knew her was not
aware she had lost her diamonds.
What you tell me about the theft of a
necklace from Mrs. Missioner is en-.
tirely new TO me. I seldom read the
papers, and when | do, do not read
accounts of crime"
UAII van COW v,naV ka fr,,o Ko,ft. -.
sisted. but you may take my word for
1.-THE jewels are Mrs. Missioner's;
they were stolen from her. and you
must tell me the name of the person
who gave them to you"
The beautiful woman's distress al
this time was so sincere that the
Headquarters man involuntarily dealt
more gently with her. He urged her
to be seated again. and then for the
first time apparently remembered his
hands still were gripped by the bands
OF steel the house detective had snap
ped upon them.
Madam, must insist once more
that you tell me the mans name,"
Brltz said.
"His name7" she returned wonder
ingly.
1T is Curtis Griswold. isn't it?" said
the Headquarters man incislvely.
Mrs. Delaroche. with little cry
which showed more emotion than any.
one would expect from so self-centered
woman, sprang to her feet and ad.
vanced toward Brltz with hands out
stretched in protest,
"You don't mean to say that you be.
lieve Mr.. Griswold to be a thief" she
exclaimed,
I'VE shall see, madam" rejoined
Britt, how successful he has been in
at least one robbery"
Inside this little oasket," he said,
"are jewels worth more than half a
million dollars. Please let me have the
key TO this jewel box"
Reluctantly, she unfastened a slen-
der gold chain that hung about her
neck. from which depended a tiny sill.
Yer key. Britz fitted It into the lock
and turned the bolt. Trlumphantly he
seized the lid, and as everyone else In
the room focused eager eyes upon the
silver box, Brltz opened IL; then drop
ped IL on the table with a furious ex-
clamation.
The box was emptyi