News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1913-12-24
THE STOLEN JEWELS.
,(From the L. c. A. "Skylark,w

SEES had an unmistakable air OF wealth an
luxury about them. Presently Mrs. Blu
ton, remarking that it was time for her
dress for the party arose and went int
the house.
Soon after, John Burton was startle
by q scream from his wife. He spran
from his chair and rushed up to her room
He found the safe open and Mrs. Burto
bewailing loss of her diamond necklace
A CLEAN of steel caught his eye, and
STOPPING over, he picked up small, pearl
handled Colts revolver Hastily pushin,
it into his pocket, he telephoned for hi
detective.
Half an hour later, a small, alert-look
ing man with a smooth, clean-shaven face
was ushered into the Burton mansion
Quite ordinary looking he was, but M
other than the famous detective, Alfred
| Worthington.
"Now must ask you few questions,
he said, brisldy; GLOW many servants
have you in your employ"
"One," said Burton.
"Have you confidence in his honesty"
81 have perfect confidence in Pierre, y
said Burton, ~ have had him in my en-
ploy for ten years; during that time he
has served me faithfully"
"Please let me see him." asked the de-
tective. A button was pushed; presently
tall, dark-complexioned man of foreign
aspect entered. Worthington asked him
a few questions which were answered in a
straightforward manner. Pierre's Eng
lish was faultless, in fact, almost too fault
less to suit the detective; and there was a
certain CLINT in his dark eyes that Worth
ington did not like.
After Pierre was dismissed, Worthing-
ton was shown to the room of the burg
larry. He studied the safe and the re-
volver intently and noticed on the re-
volver the initials 'H. j. B." Suddenly
he stopped and picked up small silver
trinket. "Does that belong to you or
your servant" he asked
"Not that know Of, Burton answered.
II picked it up in line with safe and
the door," Worthington said, (which sig
nifes that probably the thief either en-
tered or departed through that door. l
am going to stay concealed in this room
tonight" he went on; "and remember,
Pierre is to understand that | sleep in a
private chamber You will pretend to be
timid about sleeping in room entered by
a burglar, Mrs. Burton, and sleep in an
other chamber'to-night."
-Four hours later Worthington was in
Ellen Burton's room, concealed by heavy
draperies, waiting for something to con-
frn his suspicious Of Pierre. The hall
clock changed the hour Of eleven; the
sounds, echoing through the room, were
magnifed by the stilnoss Of the night
A few minutes later, Wor5hington became
aware of soft ,stealthy footsteps; and tall,
dark figure that he recognized as Pierre,
crept into the room. Taking small dark
ldluClh lIpill uliIltl IIlN t'd', lIG eagerly
searched the Aoor especially in the vi
entity Of the safe. The detective smiled
to himself; the trinket was Pierre's |
Pierre was the thief!
Tomorrow, he thought, he would visit I
the stores of the city and find the ownor of
the mysterious revolver
The next day he visited the stores of
the city, and was about discouraged when
his eye caught the sign:
JOHN LeBLANK,
Dealer in Sporting Goods.
Firearms A Speciality.
On entering the store, he noticed dis
play of revolvers, exactly like the one left
by the robber. Upon inquiry he found
that revolver identically like the thiefs,
had been sold week ago to person by
5he name of Harvey J. Baker "Then
perhaps Pierre was guiltless after ALL"
thought the detective, whereupon he set
% work on the new clue
The next day he learned that Harvey
J. Baker had moved to a distant town;
md, simultaneously, came the news of
lis murder. Here was a perplexing stu
ltion, indeed. Meanwhile Pierre was GO
ng about his household duties, bissfulIy
of being suspected by any
body.
Three days passed and nothing was ac-
'omplished by Worthington. His prac-
sed eye occasionally noted slight restless
less on the part of Pierre. "The man is
playing his game well, if he is guilty."
bought Worthington. But the fourth
morning Pierre asked permission to visit
lis brother, who was sick. Worthington
Jaw the telegram he showed as evidence
t was genuine enough, he was sure, if
he brother was genuine. That morning
1t eleven-6fteen, Pierre boarded a west
pound train. The short, slight man with
! heavy brown moustache, dressed in
pepper -and-salt suit, was common-look-
ng, but in reality he was Alfred Worth
ngton He sat directly behind Pierre
md noted with satisfaction his restless