Bisbee daily review., 1913-11-30

needed when yoa tcok that walk this morning"
 ~Oh. that wasn't the reasonl" cried Betsy Barbara. driven back on her maiden dsfenses. "It wasn't that really didn't want to see him. But he had something new Co tell me about the ease-or thought he had Some thing he'd something which came back to him last night when he was-well. you saw" And detail by detail she repeated Tommy North's story about the diamond cluster. Rosa lie, as she listened with downcast look. used all her will to keep her head steady and her fingers busy.
 That's interesting" she remarked, in a matter-of-fact tone, when Betsy Barbara had finished. But l don't knows it's important. They think they see funny things when they're drunk an they're ready to swear 10 'em when they sober up. Intend to tell Mrs. Hanska or the lawyers about it?"
 q thought I might-Fm doing every least thing to help"
 Well, the evidence of a drunk wouldn't go at all in a court of law, pursued Rosalie. her eyes still on her work. Mfr North is pretty humiliated already. an he's a nice young man. an he'll probably cut out drink now he's in business for himself. Stlll, if you think it's your duty"
 I b,,. .r.., |. fg-Bf cafH Betsy-Barbara. q don't want to put Mr. North in that position, again
 Cant see where it's the least bit of use. an 'twould only do Mr. North harm" replied Rosalie. If you was me. would you french this seam? Yes. l guess 1t looks more tasty that way" Rosalie turned the conversation to a | discussion of autumn fashions. She sewed and chatted for ten minutes. Then she looked ostentatiously at the clock.
 -Graciousi A quarter to four an must be downtown quarrelin' with that laundry at a quarter past" She rose, gathered coat, hat and 1 gloves, and hurried to the corner drug store, from which she made by teie- | phone an immediate appointment with | Inspector McGee. They met in Abing- { don square, a rendezvous halfway be- tween her house and headquarters. She proceeded to business at once. I've been jest settin' on this Han ska case, inspector" she said. Knew | if I waited long enough, somethin' would hatch. It has, but l can't say | yet whether it's a rooster or a duck. ] In the first place, when's the grand i jury goin' to get to the Wade indIct- i ment?"
 Pretty soon, guess. I've been ] holding them of until ] get more evil | dence."
 Well. keep holdin' 'em of" Honest, what have you got?" | Wouldn't you like to know?" Here l Rosalie broke out all her dimples. so ] tha: Inspector McGee smiled on her. Call it a huneh from the spirits" You can't come that on me-" said ;he inspector. half playfully. T know your kind of spirits" Well, call it woman's notion then, | if you like that any better. The grand | jury's the first thing. Next, that old | house of Mrs. Moore's is still vacant, l isn't 1t? want to go through it with i ycu from top to bottom-an' I've got | to do it so I won't be seen. 1 That's easy. We can enter thS block from the other side and go in by | tbe back door,"
 -An ugnL- hows two O'CLOCK Jo-
 morrow?"
 Fine"
 "Now I'd better run along. l don't
 want to take any chances of being seen with you"
 Honest, what have you found?"
 Honest, I don't know myself!" said
 Rosalie Le Grange, dimpling over her
 shoulder as she walked away. McGee
 stood following her with his eyes.