The Tacoma times. [volume] (Tacoma, Wash.) 1903-1949, 1914-04-14
'DIAMOND CUT DIAMOND"
BY JANE BUNKER.
Copyright, 1918, The Bobbs.NierrilI Co.

contingency he hadn't reckonee
with-that l had arranged /,
have someone call for me. Thei
he rose to the situation In 1
masterful way; and | must admi
he was no mean adversary.
| Drawing the key from hi
pocket he unlocked the door, say
Ing, And now madame will tele-
phone her brozer Eat Madame De
iario is dying and he is not e
come"
| saw my one chance lay In pre-
tending Id do IL and then break
ing loose; so | stepped out-he a
my heels ready to grab me--anC
making a feint OF going upstairs
to the telephone, he followed suit
my putting one foot on the low
est step.
At that, | gave loud. wild
western "whoopee!" right in his
face, and punched him In the
chest as hard as ever | could. He
lost his balance, went Keeling
backward and sat down on the
floor.
Before he recovered when ]
fairly thrill at the thought that
l am an American citizen. Such
moment came after | found my
self in the complacent street. !
was where | could appeal to the
first passing man to protect me
in the name of American woman
hood.
stopped and looked back at
the house. The holland shade
was drawn downstairs, but as
looked, a finger knew ii must
be monsieur's-pulled an edge of
the shade, and an eye peeped at
me.
was in the midst of a grin of
derision at him, when | noticed
something at an upper window. 1t
was a hand--a waving hand--a
hand that said, Go way-go way
go way" as fast as 1t could.
and said II to me.
An instant later I saw a face
and recognized Mrs. Delario. Then
the face was gone and the hand
said, go way" again and dis
appeared also.
Monsieur, seeing me standing
thus, apparently interested in
something happening upstairs,
pulled the shade out a little far
ther. So what | did was deliber-
ately to cross the street and sig
nal to him to raise the window.
There was a flutter of hesita-
ton on the shade.
Raise the window want to
speak to you!" | shouted.
/ The window was raised about
six inches and monsieur put his
evil ratty face down to listen.
Nov do your darnedest!' said
/. And then | snapped my fin
gers at him and walked away.
Though 1t was early, | began to
| feel hungry and | kept on till
reached French restaurant
where / generally lunch when I'm
downtown.
| had raised my coffee to my
lips, but hadn't tasted 1t, when
the words went through my head
like a shot: Claire's jewels are
Mrs. Delario's diamonds"
MAY the good Lord help met
! said.
| ordered more coffee and sat
slipping 1t as long as | decently
could. | was afraid-that is the
simple truth. Monsieur might
have twenty accomplices. Where
could | go tonight? To a hotel?
didn't have any luggage. To
friends house? | should have
to explain-and | couldn't.
might go over to Philadelphia to
my brothers, but l didn't have
money enough in my purse to pay
my fare. And could | go off and
leave the diamonds in my flat?
Or could | take them with me,
and perhaps be kidnapped, robbed,
and then murdered to keep my
| mouth shut!
Mrs. Deario had sworn to me
that the diamonds were hers. And
| Jubt mere lut tApiuhdttOh SdhiO w
me: Monsieur was trying to rob
her!
| gritted my teeth and said to
myself, We'll, monsieur. you're
going to learn a lot before | get
through with you. Mrs. Delario
has one friend who'll stand by
her, and you'll have to kill me
before you get her diamonds
away from her."
staggered out into the street,
noticing the clock-five minutes
to eight. saw spies everywhere.
| was afraid to go home and |
didn't know what else to do.
In this frame of mind | reached
Broadway-here at least l felt
temporarily safe-and staggered
right into the arms of-Billy
Rivers!
A year or two ago Billy