Bisbee daily review., 1914-07-26

they stood near together in the crowd ed elevator
 P. Sybarite smiled sunnily in the face of the detective.
 Caught with the goods on, eh?' he chirped "Come. now. be fair Co me. own up. You didn't expect to see that, did youg
 The detective besitatel "Well.' he grudgcd, you did have me going for minute. you were SO cocksure and it's pretty slick work for am amateur" Tt looks bad. eb -notT' the manager questioned his predacious eyes fixed ucedily upon the trinket
 "You think sop P. Sybante purpose fully misinterpreted. "Let me see.'
 Before the detective could withdraw ?. Sybarite caught the brooch from his fingers,
 "BadT he unused aloud examining 1t closely "Phoney? Perhaps 1t is. Looks like article de Paris to me. See what you think"
 He handled the uinket indinerently. "N0usenser' Shaynon interposed in- cisively. Mrs. Strone's not that kind. Besides, it makes no difference Thefts theft"
 "It makes a deal of difference wheth- CT it1l grand or petit larceny" 'P. syb- arlte Rushed -"a difference as wide and deep as that which yawns be- tween attempted and successful wife murder. Mir Shaynon."
 His jaw dropping a look of stupefy- ing terror stamped itself upon shay non's face He suoye 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 Co the station house."
 "WhoW make the charger asked the detective eying ShaynOn curiously.
 "Not Bayarl Shayuon" P. Sybarite asseyerted with conviction
 "It's not my brooch, Shaynon as- serted defensively.
 "You saw him take it." the detective persisted
 "No. ] didn't; l 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 1 change of heart artist gotta slip 1t to you for that" the detective observed truculently "Now lis'n; l don't make no charge'
 Any employee of the establishment will do as well, for my purpose" P. Sybautc cut in. Come Mr. Manager! How about you? So long as l get my grounds for a suit against the Blzarre'
 The manager spread out expostulary palms. "AIe. l have messing whatever to do with the matter" he protested. gro me it would seem Mrs. Suone sh0uld make the charge"
 Well" mumbled the detective Of Shayn0n chow about chaT
 Wait" mumbled Shaynon, moving toward the door "In fetch Mrs Suone"
 "Don't go without saying goodby," p Syhlrite admonished him severely. "It isn't pretty manners.'
 Tho door slammed tempestuOuslv, and the little man chucklcd with an anecution Of ease to which he was en- tIraly a stranger
 His hcad buzzed with doubts and sus- pici0ns and with misgiviugs on Ma- rian's behalf. but indinerently mitigit- ed by tine reflection that by now she would be at the Plaza
 "lIe won't be back" p Sybarte ob- served generally to detective and man. ager and sat him down serenely.
 "You feel pretty sure about thatT the detective asked
 "Wait and see"
 Bending forward. the little man ex- amined the gilt clock on the managers desk "rwenty minutes after A." he announced or give you ten minutes to And some one to make a charge against me-"
 The detective took a chair. crossed his legs and produced a cigar which he began to trim with loving care The manager anXiously pacing the floor after another moment or SO paused at the door. ddgcted jerked it open and with a untitled Pardon" disappeared presumably in search of shaynon.
 I1ur minutes passed by thf clock,ue