Putnam patriot., 1914-08-07

non. damning bit of evidence, while the manager moved exeitedly to his side to inspect the find. And F. Sybarite looked up with blank eyes in pallid, wizened face in time to see Shaynon bare his teeth. his lips curling back in q manner peculiarly wolfish and irrta ting. and snarl mirthless laugh. It was something inopportune. The man could have done no better than keep his peace. Left to himself. P. | Sylririte would in all probability have aoUHdered and clustered and commit | ted himself ineXtricably. But that laugh was as good as douche of cold water in his face, He came abruptly to his senses, saw clear ly how this thing had come to pass, the temptation of the loose brooch to Shay non's fingers itching for revenge while they stood near together in the crowd ed elevator.
 r. Sybarite smiled sunnily in the face of the detective.
 Caught with the goods on, eh?'' he
  Own mp. You didn't expect to see that, did youg'
 The detective hesitated. Well" he grudged. you did have me going for a minute, you were so cocksure. and it's pretty slick work for an amateur" "It looks bad. eh-not" the manager questioned. his predacious eyes fixed greedily upon the trinket. You think so?' P. Sybarite purpose fully misinterpreted. Let me see" Before the detective could withdraw P. Sybarite caught the brooch from his fingers.
 "Bad?" he unused aloud, examining it closely "Phoney? Perhaps it is. Looks like article de Paris to me. See what you think" He handled the trinket indifferently. "Nonsenser Shaynon interposed in- cisively Mrs. Strone's not that kind. Besides. it makes no difference. Thefts theft"
 Tt makes a deal of difference wheth- CT it's grand or petit larceny" F. Syb- arite fiashed-"a difference as wide and deep as that which yawns be- tween attempted and successful wife murder. MT. Shaynon."
 His jaw dropping, look of stupefy- ing terror stamped itself upon Shay non's face. He stroye to speak. but for the time could not
 '"The mans crazy" he muttered sick ishly. rising "I don't know what he's talking about. Arrest him-take him to the station house." who'll make the charger" asked the detective, eying Shaynon curiously.
 "Not Bayard Shaynon" P. sybarite asseverated with conviction.
 Its not my brooch Shaynon as- serted defensively.
 "You saw him take it." the detective persisted
 "No, didn't; I suspected him. It's you who found the brooch on him, and it's your duty to make the charge"
 You're one grand little lightning change of heart artist-gotta slip 1t to you for that" the detective observed truculently Now, lis'n; don't make no charge"-
 Any employee of the establishment will do as well. for my purpose" r. Sybarite cut in. Come. Mir. Managerl How about you? So long as I get my grounds for suit against the Bizarre
 The manager spread out expostnlary palms. Me, I have messing whatever 10 do with the matter" he protested "To me it would seem Mrs. Str0ne should make the charge"
 Well" mumbled the detective of Shaynon. "how about char
 Wait" mumbled Shaynon. moving toward the door. "I'H fetch Mrs. Strone"
 Don't % without saying goodby." P. Sybarite admonished him severely. ''It isn't pretty manners" The door slammed tempestuously. and the little man chuckled with an afectation of ease to which he was en- ttrely stranger.