The Prince George's enquirer and southern Maryland advertiser., 1913-08-01

ed with this horrible evidence IN MY
own stateroom? The rings and dia-
monds were sewn into the pillow itself
among the feathers in a chamios skin
pouch
II have the pouch said Anne.
There was a piece cut off the outer
flap that folded over twice, and fast
ened with a snap like a glove. The
Florentine ring was wrapped in the
other piece and I had it saved from
the antique shop in New York. 1t fit
ted exactly. I've enjoyed the whole ex-
perience immensely, because it was
the first case l had ever tried, don't
you know? Mr. Dimmick did not want
any professional help. He felt it was
a case out of the ordinary. The other
two members on board the yacht while
it lay in the harbor here were Rose
and Rolly Ashton. Mr.. Ashton left
for Nevada at almost an hours notice.
and let his wife take the trip alone be-
cause he was very jealous of Tony
Dimmick. And the chamois pouch was
one he used to carry silver mounted
automatic revolver in"
But you said, Anne, the things were
sold at the antique shop by colored
maid,' put in Mrs. Bertrand. You
can't think that Rose would do such a
thing?"
Anne raised her eyebrows musingly
and leaned on the little mahogany ta-
BILE before her.
"A half sick, neurotic woman will do
many foolish things that she does not
realize the significance nor danger of"
she answered. Rose was desperate
and Rolly shut off her credit when he
left. She needed plain every day cash,
and she bribed her colored maid to
take the ring and the pendant and sell
them for her. We have the girl, and
day. | wired for her husband, and she
is going west to join him on trip
around the world. Mr. Dimmick re-
fuses to press the case against them.
They are young and went the pace too
fast without money to float them, but
Rose is good at heart, and know
everything will come right"
She hesitated, and watched Marcel
las face.
Tony Dimmick fs down in the re-
ception room. Will you see him."
why were those things put in my
did he half believe that I was guilty."
demanded Marcella, hotly. 1T spoiled
my trip, and almost my life"
Wont you just go downstairs now,
and scold Tony?" Anne suggested,
smilingly. "He would love to have you
say anything you like. l can say,
though, that the pouch was hidden in
your room as the safest place from
discovery. The maid told that. She
was very friendly with your own maid.
Della, and rather enjoyed putting any
possible suspicion on you after it was
known that Tony cared for YOU"
do you know what l thought"
asked Marcella, with a sudden smile.
At the door she hesitated on her way
down to tony II used to see you talk
ing to Tony every now and then away
from the rest, and SO earnestly and
confidentially. And then l saw you
both that night before you left the
yacht, and was certain you were an
old sweetheart that still held him in
leash. I'm so sorry. Anne. May call
you Anne, too?"
Anne laughed. and stretched out
both her slim white capable hands.
You may call me anything you like,
professional adjuster of anything from
nerves to household accounts, and I'm
doing very we'll at 1t, too, thank you"
Anne" said Mrs. Bertrand, with
sigh of relief, when they were alone,
you are wonder. Did you get back
the diamond pendant, too?'
TONY has it for her now, with nice
new ring, Mrs. Bertrand" smiled
Anne. I think l adjusted the affair
rather neatly. Poor little Mrs. Ashton
wont know she has such things as
nerves by the time she has roughed
all over the world with that tall, stub
born youngster of husband. They
don't belong down here in New York.
Mrs. Bertrand. You've got to have a
good grip on yourself before you try
the long stroke here. There's too
strong an undertow."
Mrs. Bertrand barely heard her. She
was at her writing desk, turning over
the calendar leaves.
They can be married in September,
and Tony has not less than forty thou
sand a year from his grandfather, be-
sides the tin mines, or something they
get out of mines, up in Canada. And
Marcella's twenty-seven. think she's
very fortunate, don't you. Anne. hon
estly now?"
Just for an instant the flicker of
shadow passed over Anne's bright face
as she drew on her long suede gloves.
If things had been different, if per
haps. she had been Marcella Bertrand,
those gorgeous moonlit nights on the
little yacht bearing to southern seas.
she knew what she would have told
Tony Dimmick when he came a'court-
ing.
But it had been quite different. Pro
fessional adjusters have no rights in
the courts of love. They belong in the
Judges box. Anne nodded her head.
Very fortunate" she said.