The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1914-08-23

3xazszz1 aid, far too large to adorn a cravat
even the cravat of millionaire The
Cartrells did not like their guests emerald. They
liked it as stone but they did not like it scarf
pin; pendant from necklace they would have
found no fault with it. However Mr.. Eppsten was
making his entry into society under the Cartrel gs
and he resolved to enter magnifcently
At the sight of the emerald Peter paused; his
eyes frightened; he walked into the bedroom, and
looked around for hiding place for it. He had
great fondness for practical jokes; his was too
kind heart; but he never lost a chance OF COM
hitting one. With unerring judgment he chose the
bottom drawer of Mr. Eppselns unlocked jewel case,
dropped the emerald pin into 1t, among the jeweled
watch chains, and shut the drawer. He came ont
o. the bedroom with his face composed to an ex-
preston of serene vacuity, humming softly tune
OF triumph
As he came to the bottom Of the wonderful italian
staircase, the chief glory Of the Cartrell Court
band OF guests and his stepmother came babbling
out of the dining Peter greeted them urbanely;
then he dasbed sway from them to wiring theesmal,
round Mr.. EppGtein's hand warmly and congratulate
him on his air of good health Mr.. Eppstein
used to Peters glad hand But his closest, cunning
eyes, which missed nothing, had observed that its
E!adness lavished one else. He liked 1t;
but Re had great fear that it porended the borrow
ing Of money.
petcr went INTO the dining room, nodded to Colonel
Eown who sitting beside his sister, stroked her
chestnut hair sank into the chair next her. and said,
well, old girl, hows the sutton this mornin?'
ct YVES blue-peacock blue :" said Helen Cartrell
;n the accents of despair.
II thought he looked pink"
"IIis tie, mean" said Helen.
WELL he did not have that beasty emerald in
IL growled Colonel Brown, who hated Mr Eppsteln
with a rivals hatred.
He'd only forgotten it. He kept feeling his tie
for it all through breakfast; and he's gone to put
it on" said Helen sadly.
Well you're married to him you'll
Nave to cure him of his color schemes and bag the
emerald" said Peter.
Il won't marry him !" cried Helen; but there was
a lack of conviction in her tone which did not
escape Colonel Brown.
you Will. The governor will back up Manner
culus He has to, poor governor. Theirs only one
chance for you," said Peter.
Zone chance?" said Helen.
"Of course there's just the chance that old Loeb
fnyar there may pluck up the courage to carry you
off in motor car before it's too late" said Peter.
AS he spoke the door opened and Lord Cartrell
came in, holding his beard firmly with one hand:
s'I say-this feilow-Eppsten, I mean-says he's
lost that blasted--that emerald pin Of his!"
Peter sprang to his feet upsetting his chair threw
ND his arms toward the ceiling and cried. rather
yelled, "At last I've got the chance! I've always
wanted to play at Sherlock Holmes! Where's Epp-
steiny
And he rushed past his startled father out Of the
ROOM IN the middle Of the hall stood the grocer
nrince telling growing circle of guests Of his mis-
fortune rushed at him. wrung his hand warm
ly and CRIED Never mind, old chap! III stand oy
you I'll help you! Well find it"
Mr. Eppsten tore his hand from Peters clasp with
some petulance, and walled, at wouldn't have lost
that stone 1t so! I gave four thousand
fbur thousand pounds for that emerald. value 1t
above everything. 1t heirloom.
ST left it on my table: I forgot to put 1t on;
was late for breakfast continued the prince
Peter smote his brow and cried in the triumphant
toue of sowing enigma. 81 know! I have it:
It's case Of somnambulism! You've swallowed It J"
Lord CartrelIs voice high in earnest adjura-
ton Peter not to play the fool Injured and ndig
nant deporng the folly Of the human race in refusing
helped Peter protested that he washed his hands
the matter and went back to his unfinished break
fast He left the dining door Open however, and
heard the tnterrogatories administered to Mr.. Epp
stein by his stepmother, his father and half dozen
guests In turn Then the butler questioned, then
the houseseeper Between them they made 1t clear
that none of the servants could have yet gone
Mr.. Eppsteins bedroom
BY this time the grocer prince was once more his
bright organizing self Al his being strung up
the endeavor to his lost Jewel He insisted
on wiring at once for detective to the bitter annoy
ance cf his hosts. But they could not protest
The men drifted into the smoking room. discussing
the affair. Peter went with them. Lord Cartren
made no secret Of his conviction that it entirely
the grocer prir res fault for wearing emerald
OF that beasty size That had been the view Of Lady
C4rtreli; and Lord Cartrell always took his wifes
view. Then Peter began to enlarge the danger OF
c.rcunstantia evidence and its tendency to the
conviction OF innocent persons
Peter went briskly to group OF ladies discussing
the lost emerald the terrace At once he began to
develop again the theme Of circumstantal evidence
Donytcting the innocent They listened to him with