The evening world., 1914-07-21
CHAPTER VI.
M0dey7,Oiseile Aranu Calls.


Barristers' Club on Forty
fourth street. He was chatting with
an old time friend and schoolmste. q
man wlth round. clean shaven 70. q.
rudy cheeks and shrewd. bright
eyes. who seemed immensely inter-
cs,ed in his conversation.
Monty Brookfield was an Assistant
District-Attorney. Just now In the
exact storm centre OF one of those
police Investigations which seem to
stir UP New York periodically. Hut,
busy or not, he always presented an
appearance OF unrufflsd calm, and
always had time to serve . friend
especially when that friend was Craig
Rutherford. Craig had just told him
the story Of the diamonds. Brookfisld
In turn had telephoned to the United
States Secret Service.
In less than half an hour after a
quiet business-like man presented
himself.
Hello. Crowder." said Brookaeld
geniaily. you are Just the nan /
need to settle a bit. My freud mere
thinks he knows what a .ecrat ser
vice man looks like--and l have as.
sured him that he doesn't. MIR. Ruth
erford. l want you to shake hands
with Mr.. Crowdor. one Of he real
onss!"
rutherford arose and extended his
hand. The ofiicer was about to grasp
II. when at tho moment his eye
caught sight OF the necklace left ex-
posed upon the table. His Jaw half
dropped and he entirely forgot the
Whose property 10 thatT" de-
manded Crowder.
Craig repeated his story.
MED Crowder as Craig mentioned the
"wireless'' that Heldsrman had read.
1t was read to me by another
man." Craig replied.
Who was the man with your"
"Helderman, OF Wall street"
Crowdsr's lips shut tight. but he
made no observation.
There were two secret service men
on board--at least, | thought they
WERE" continued Craig; and they
made life miserable for all the rest
OF the passengers by overhauling
things''----
"Mr. Rutherford, the whole thing Is
absurd. There we're no secret service
men on board that ship-and II there
had been. those are not their meth
DDS, No message such a. you de-
scribe was ever received on board the
Gothic. ! know. because the very
first intelligence Of II came direct to
headquarters only last night"
Rutherford whistled.
Crowder smiled IN superior sort
views II ! told you something rather
startling. Mr.. Rutherford. What
would you say II told you that
Helderman was not a passenger on
board the Gothicf"
But he was" said Craig.
"He was not" returned Crowder,
positively. HE was not on board the
Gothic. He was here present in New
what" cried Rutherford. Here.
In Now York--for the past week. What
makes you think so7'
Because" said Crowder, II have
seen him every night-every night,
mind you-for the pust ten days. and
DO have half . dozen other men,"
Who are they?" Queried Craig.
Might watchmen." said Crowder,
"patrolling the Drive. Every night We
have seen Helderman-the real Held
erman---through the windows Of his
house. l know the real Helderman
when see him. You can't fool me
about that. And for ter days at least
for I've been reckoning him up for
at least that time-he has been homo
every night"
Reckoning him up" repeated Crais.
''Shadowing him." said Crowder. III
II will suit you better"
What for1" asked Craig.
Crowder shrugged his shoulders.
ITO tell you the whole truth. Mr..
Rutherford" he aaid. IL don't know
why. I'm acting under orders.
There's big mystery connected with
this man Helderman. and I'm told to
keep him more or less IN sight. That's
how | know that he's been here in
New York. That's how I know he
was not on the Gothic"
been in his apartment hotel rooms an
hour when a message from the ONCE
desk told him that lady had Just
called. Pushed. he ordered that she
be sent up to his apartment. A mo-
ment later she appeared.
Without q word he closed the door
and flashed on the light. The girl
who stood before him was not Miss
Bailantyne. but Mile. Arany, whose
dress he bad untangisd from the desk
chair. on board the Gothic.
rutherford bowed.
Monsieur, ! have reason TO believe
that you have In your posssssion"---
"A diamond necklacef'
mo. Monsieur. ! know OF no neck
lace"
She paused. with the first trace OF
she had shown during
the interview. As he said nothing,
she continued slowly:
II have reason to believe that you
have In your possession--a blue
buckle"
Can you not give me some de-
scription Of II, so that I may know
what you have In mind?" he replied
cautiously.
An envelope from which he had
lately extracted a letter lay upon the
table near her. She seizsd II and be-
gan. with gold pencil. TO sketch an
outline rapidly upon the white re-
verse side, Rutherford followed her
with absorbed attention. The buckle
their buckle-began to appear under
tho deft strokes OF the artist. and
finally stood complete. with ono I'M
portant omission. before his eyes.
THERE'S that tty she asked.
watching him,
He knit his brOws. but gave no
sign OF recognition.
She placed a slender. gloved fnger
along the upper and lower edge Of
The sketch.