Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1914-07-20
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SERGEANT DAILY, plain clothes man of the San
- Francisco police department, showed scarcely
sign of interest he assigned to the mys-
terious at the st. Francis. The meagre de-
tails trickled through his ears and were lost
forever. That was a part of the method which
had made him the greatest sleuth of the depart
ment-he always found out for himself and never
trusted to advance information.
Swiftly he took in the salient details of the
house detective, the discovery of mans dead
body in the suite of young woman who had
registered there under the name of Lucille Love-
Then he went Immediately to the room and ex-
amined the corpse
Thompson had not been touched. He lay as
he had been when Hugo Loubeque looked back
at him. from the doorway, his body twisted bit
from the struggle with the spy, his right hand
tightly clenching the revolver in his mouth. DAILY
bent him, utterng a little ejaculation of
surprise which whetted the curiosity of the man.
ager instantly. After long interval he to
his feet, holding soiled linen label in his hand
Frank Thompson" he smiled quietly. "Here
is the name of the tailor who made the suit he
wears. 1 wonder how he ever came to go to
Manila"
"NIania?" Frankly curious was the manager
"Yes-Manila No wonder that crook hasn't
been active in the States for the last couple of
years. Wonder whatever pulled Chicago Tom
that far away from State Street"
Then he was crook?"
"It's my turn to ask questions" the Sergeant
interrupted sharply. "You say this suite was
assigned to Lucille Love"
"a young woman who arrested yester-
day. Sergeant, when she was caught the fire
escape outside Mr. Loubeque's suite. She came
here with Mr.. Loubeque and he registered her
Her first night here she created sensation by
paying one of the cabaret to allow her to dance
in her place. Yesterday call came to the Of
fee from Loubeques suite that a hotel sneak
thief in his apartment When the detectives
arrived the place was vacant but the young
woman was caught on the fire escape and ar
rested, paroled in the custody of Mr.. Roller, the
big jeweler. 1t is case of suicide, Sergeant?"
DAILY shook his head.
Suicide! l should rather guess not Look
at the mans gums The gun was forced into his
mouth and the gums badly bruised in the doing
of it. Where can find this Lucille Love or Lou
beque?"
Before the manager could answer the tele-
phone bell tinkled He turned to the detective
excitedy, his hand pressed the phone
mouthpiece.
"A Lieutenant Gibson calling on Miss Love-"
he explained.
"Te him to wait"
Richard Gibson was little inclined for cross
examination when first the two approached
him. Shamed of his unreasoning jealousy of the
girl he loved, aghast at his conduct in turning
away from the woman who had left him so un-
tremendously in order to prove his innocence
of stealing the papers from General Loves safe,
he had fought the battle out with himself, COM
ing to the conclusion that there must be rea-
sonabe explanation for her conduct. Sergeant
DAILY regarded him steadily moment, then told
him the reason for his wishing to know every
thing. Gibson whirled upon the manager his
face livd with rage, fists clenched.
And you had her arrested-you had her"
Daily held the that about to strike,
soothing him with quetng words.
Evidently he can tell us nothing" Daily NUT
tered to the manager. HE didn't know
about the arrest and bailment until told him"
Gibson flung upon his heel and left the ho-
tel, black hatred, suspicion, fear, thousand and
one emotions in his heart. At the jewelers. his
stroke OF apoplexy.
"A murdered man in her suite while she was
in the station house." he gasped "Then she
won't" He fairly wept in the DEPTHS of his
emotions. 'Tlen the necklace MI have baen
stolen" he finally cried, his eyes flashing vindc-
lively. But she shant have the money for it.
Til keep that until the rghtful owner comes
along. Perhaps 1 may get back the ten thousand
dollars I paid her Tor option on it."
"Sold-this necklace sold-who bought it?"
The Jeweler agitatedly sought the memoran-
dunn of the purchase.
"A Mister Hugo Loubeque-never heard of
millionaire by such name but he had the two
hundred nI1t thousand to buy it it. and let it 60"
amazed man by the shoulders and fairly shook
answers from him. at the re-mention of this
name that kept continually cropping up before
him.
Dick Gibson rushed from the establishment
finally, an idea in his head which he cursed him
self for not having thought of before. The house
where he had last Lucille! The house from
the second story window of which she had
looked down at him with the light of great
fear and love and pleading and a call for assist
ance in her eyes The house he had caused to
be raided and in which there was nothing to be
found, not even sign of life Might not was
not this mysterious Loubeque the one whose hand
he had seen dragging her from the window?
Breathlessly he darted up to the door and,
finding the lock still unrepared, dashed inside
and up the stairs. He did not expect to find
Lucille there, did not know exactly what he
would find, but there surcease from torture
in action, and his brain had been famed into
flame by the mysterious tales he had heard re-
garding his sweetheart and the strange crimes
which seemed to link her so inextricably
with them. =
Suddenly he stopped, halted abruptly. He
could hear no sound yet positive someone
was close to him, that he being watched.
For full five minutes he waited, there upon the
stairs The silence of the place oppressive,
deadly
"You wished to see me- sr?'
Smiling and suave, his great, brooding eyes
holding light of melancholy and such
as the young officer had never witnessed before
appearing as if by magic, and now facing him
was Hugo Loubeque. He knew it was the man he
sought yet the compelling personality of the spy
abashed him. drove the blind rage from his heart
almost instantly and made him feel like fool