Bisbee daily review., 1913-12-09

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 Juan had discovered that the back room on the top floor of Mrs Moore's boarding house was vacant. Captain Hanska lived below; there was no good reason for him ever to come up on that floor. l took the vacant room, calling myself Miss Estrilla, as you know. Juan had been watching Cap tain Hanska like a detective. He moved me in one day when the cap tain had gone to Staten island. My presence in the house was safer than it may seem to you. 1 did not leave my room even for meals, since my eyes were really in very bad condition. Then, wore dark glasses, an eye shade and a heavy scarf about my head-I do not believe my own mother would have known me. Captain Han ska had never seen Juan or his picture it just happened that there were no photographs of him in our house at Port of Spain.
 Juan lived in an apartment hotel. We were in communication all the time by telephone. He was careful to avoid the captain when he visited me It was all dangerous, for at any time we might be discovered. But we had our plan-I was to enter Captain Han ska's. room with a pass-key and search for the jewels or the bill of sale Whenever I made this search, Juan was to be following Captain Hanska If the captain showed signs of re turning, Juan was to call me up on the telephone-the ringing of the bell in my room, which informed me from downstairs that I was wanted on the extension telephone by my door, was to be my warning signal. I could hear that bell from Captain Hanskas room There could be no mistake, because Juan was the only person in New York who would be telephOning to me.
 But when I tried Captain Hanska's door with my pass-key, found that he had installed a new patent spring lock. The next time Juan called. he looked over the house. He found that you could enter Captain Hanska's room from the fire escape-and that you could get on to the fire escape from the window of the lumber room across the hall from mine. That room was never locked. It was only a question Of prying open the catch on Captain Hanska's window. One night about a week before Captain Hanska died, began the search. l went down the fire escape, carrying a pocket electric torch which Juan had bought for me I got the window catch open with a pen&1nife-it was old and loose. I went over the whole room that night and again on another highland found nothing. did discover a little strong box in the top drawer of the dresser. It lay wide open. It had a curious lock. In that, I was sure, he would move them. There was no sign of the bill of sale. It occurred to me, then, that Captain Hanska might be carry ing 1t on his person. l knew him to be very sound sleeper-he had boast ed to me of that, and he proved 1t by eleeping through a fire at his hotel when he was in Port of Spain. So uiu q uohEtfOlS tulHs- NltuOGL Sptsth- ing to Juan. I went down the fire es cape at two o'clock in the morning of night when Captain Hanska was at home, and looked through his pockets even examined all the papers in his wallet by the light of the electric torch. But it was not there. Juan. when I told him. was angry with me for taking such risk. He made me promise never to enter the room again unless Captain Hanska was away.
 And then we found that we must act quickly, or lose our property for ever. Juan was watching Captain Hanska, following his movements very closely. That day-the day and night when everything happened-the captain visited a jeweler in Maiden Lane-I think you call it. He stayed a long time. From there he went to a