Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1913-03-23

on his face as he thanked her.
"You are very welcome, Monsieur sale
the lady. "My necklace, please?"
The cashier produced the little Russia
leather case for the next and final scene II
this little drama. The clerk took it and wa:
about to give it to the woman, when she said
ooh, Adele, will you give me the necklace
| think | will wear it.
Permit me, Madame, said the clerk, hi:
politeness increased by the bill he had re
ceived. He opened the little case, saw that
the necklace was not there, and gave {
hoarse cry. The lady gasped and shrieked
reeled and was on the point of fainting. Still
Peter Kenny did not make a move, and the
two clerks sitting in the background won
dered why not.
"My necklace!" exclaimed Madame Brou
letour. "My necklace! Monsieur. what
does this nieano Where is it,
IL don't know, stammered the clerk
The cashier stood beside him looking
blankly at the empty box.
"Look in the safe" murmured the stag
gered clerk to him.
The cashier did so, mechanically passing
his hand over the shelves.
"But, Monsieur, what is the meaning OF
this? l demand my necklace!" the French
woman was saying, and her niece was com
forting her with the words:
"Wait, Tante Louise 1t will be all right
Won't it, Messieurs?"
Still Peter Kenny moved not. except that
turning toward the big windows facing or
the street, he waved his hand slightly, wher
two husky men emerged from taxicab with
a third man. and entered the hotel by an
other entrance, going round to the other
door of the managers Office, which was back
of the office where the drama was taking place
"My necklace! My necklace!" moaned
the Frenchwoman. II gave it to you. 1t
was from my poor husband. 1t was worth
twenty-five thousand dollars. You must
Just moment, Madame. 1t will be all
right" 1t was the clerk speaking.
The cashier had hurried behind the key
racks, and now reappeared Get her round
to the managers office!" he whispered to the
clerk
at will be all right, Madame" said the
clerk. "1f Madame will step this way?"
"If you please, Lady," said the hotel de
tective, taking the fainting woman by the
arm.
Followed by the trembling but compare
lively cool niece, he led the woman round
the end of the onyx counters to the man.
ayers private office.
A ND then Peter Kenny moved He beck
oned to the clerks from the other hotels,
and, with him in the rear, they followed the
little party into the managers Office where
Peter stood with his back to the door.
As she entered the elder woman suddenly
gave a real scream, and collapsed in dead
faint; for confronting her, between Peter
Peter Kenny's two husky friends, stood
French Louie. The younger woman was
made of different stuff She turned to es-
cape, and Peter seized her wrist, shaking a
tiny revolver from her grasp.
Hang onto the little vixen, Boys!" he
said, and turned her over to the clerks.
"And now,' said he, swell conclude this
little performance. Here's the missing neck
lace, which l happened to find in French
Louie's pocket last night, when the tall lady
there handed it to him."
"But," exclaimed the clerk of the Giltnor,
show could she have had it, when her niece
gave it to me?"
"Her niece!' laughed Peter. "That's
French Louie's wife, and she used to be a
female sleight of hand artist before she
turned crook. She's clever; but she played
the game once too often And vet, if we
hadn't landed her this time it would have
been too late; because happened to find a
ticket on the George Washington in her hus-