Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1912-10-20

does 1t matter If Mrs. Delamar learns now
that she is attracting the attention of the
bureau? She will know it tomorrow. in any
event, and now she will be forewarned. That
is what l want. If she got up to give evil
dence unsuspciOusly, she would lie glibly,
and the District Attorney would tear her to
pieces in five minutes. With what result?
The Coroner, the jury, the local police, not
to mention the dear, addleheaded American
public would regard her as a murderess and
clamOr for her arrest. Now, tell me hon
estly, are you interested in the Kyrle or the
Waverton side of this inquiry? Need | ask?
Well soon clear up the why and the where
fore of the crystals of nicotine: but can you
conceive a more insurmountable barrier to
any real progress in the Waverton issue than
Mrs. Delamar being committed to the
Sessions on a nonbailable charge?'
Steingall struck a match. From that
point of view" he muttered, "there's some
thing to be said in favor of putting the lady
on her guard
"Bet you a dime she didn't think was an
ass. You see, she s a clever woman.
Steingall endured the stab stoically. II
shouldn't be surprised now if she sent for us
tonight and told us things before the opening
of the inquest tomorrow he said.
"Good! Half an inch of Havana works
marvels in you. It's poison, but tonic.
You remind me of those beautiful Circassians
who eat arsenic to make themselves more
beautiful.
"She'1l want to explain why she returned
to the Rosery that Tuesday evening"
ave don't know that she did return; but
go on. You're expanding visibly.'
1--WE ought to be sympathetic, and get the
District Attorney to follow suit"
Clancy raised himself on tiptoe, and pre-
tended to scan Steingall's forehead an
xiously. Such was the way of these two.
They would quarrel ferociously, and chaff
each other WITHOUT mercy, when a case they
were investigating together promised to ex-
pand into its final stage. And woe betide
the malefactor on whose heels they were
treading when they fought and bickered; for
Clancy was then becoming a snare unto the
evildoer's feet, and Steingall an unbreakable
shackle for that same evildoer's hands!
THE train stopped to exchange the electric
motor for a steam engine, and Mrs.
Delamar called porter and gave him piece
of paper, dollar, and some whispered in
structions. Steingall reentered the car and
asked passing official how long the train
waited there. Three minutes, he was told,
whereupon he consulted his watch; Mrs.
Delamar covertly summing him up the
while
lie seemed TO abandon some PROJECT ne
was entertaining, and asked the women,
with a smile, whether they preferred the
window open or shut.
All this, of course, was excellent foo1ing.
Clancy meanwhile was pelting after the por-
ter, en- route to the telegraph office.
"The lady who gave you the telegram, he
gasped, wishes to know if she signedit. She
is not sure. See if she has written 'Feena."
The man obeyed instantly, and Clancy
owned the quicker pair of eyes.
ayes, it's all right-thank you," he said,
and made for the train again. He had also
seen the imperative command to John STRAIT
ton Tearle:
Follow me to Atlantic City by next train
without fail. Most important Wire.
Now, neither he nor Steingall had agreed
on course of action. They had seen Mrs.
Delamar prepare to send off message, and
Clancy had skipped to the end of the corri-
dor without word. The remainder of the
comedy was merely the working of two
trained artists. Each could trust the other
to do exactly the right thing. When Clancy
gave Steingall the text of the telegram, his
chief did not even trouble to tell him how he
had brought Mrs. Delamar from the win
dow at the psychological moment.
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