New Ulm review. (New Ulm, Brown County, Minn.) 1892-1961, 1914-06-10

keep his peace. Left to himself, F.
Sybarite would in all probability have
foundered and clustered and commit
ted himself inextricably.
But that laugh was as good as a
douche of cold water in his face. He
came abruptly to his senses, saw clear
~ how this thing had come to pass. the
temptation Of the loose brooch to Shay
mons fingers itching for revenge while
they stood near together in the crowd
ed elevator
F. Sybarite smiled sunnily in the
face of the detective
Caught with the goods on, eh?'' he
chirped. Come, now. be fair to me.
Own up. You didn't expect to see that,
did you?"
The detective hesitated WELL" he
grudged. you did have me going for
minute, you were so cocksure, and
it's pretty slick work for an amateur
1T looks bad. eh-not?" the manager
questioned, his predacious eyes fixed
greedily upon the trinket.
you think SOP 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
Nonsense" Shaynon interposed in
cisively. Mrs. Strone's not that kind
Besides. it makes no difference. Theft's
theft"
1T makes deal of difference wheth.
er it's grand or petit larceny" P. Syb-
arite flashed-"a difference as wide
and deep as that which yawns be-
tween attempted and successful wife
murder, Mr.. Shaynon.''
His jaw dropping. look of stupefy.
ing terror stamped itself upon Shay
mons face. He strove to speak. but for
the time could not.
1.-The mans crazy" he muttered sick.
ishly, rising. Il 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.
mot Bayard Shaynon!' P. Sybarite
asseverated with conviction.
Its not my brooch" Shaynon as
serted defensively.
you saw him take it, the detective
persisted.
''No, l. didn't; 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 it to
you for that the detective observed
truculently. Nov, lis'n; don't make
no charge
ANY employee of the establishment
will do as well. for my purpose" P.
Sybarite cut in. "Come, Mr. Manager!
How about you? So long as get
my grounds for suit against the
The manager spread out expostulary
palms. me. ! have Messing whatever
to do with the matter" he protested.
ITO me it would seem Mrs. Strone
should make the charge"
"Well,' mumbled the detective of
Shaynon, how about cha %
wait" mumbled Shaynon. moving
toward the door. I'll fetch Mrs.
Strone.''
Don't go without saying goodby."
P. Sybarite admonished him severely.
1T isn't pretty manners"
The door slammed tempestuously,
and the little man chuckled with an
afectation of ease to which he was en-
tirely stranger
His head buzzed with doubts and sus-
picions, and with misgivings on Ma
rian's behalf. but indifferently mitigat-
ed by the reflection that by now she
would be at the Plaza.
"He won't be back P. Sybarite OBJ
served generally to detective and man
ager and sat him down serenely.
"You feel pretty sure about that?'
the detective asked.
''Wait and see"
Bending forward. the little man ex-
d"lucu Iue S1lC CHUCK OIL Tue manager s.
desk Twenty minutes after A. he
announced. 81 give you ten minutes to
find some one to make charge against
me-"
The detective took chair. crossed
his legs and produced cigar. which
he began to trim with loving care The
manager, anxiously pacing the floor,
after another moment or so paused at
the door. fdgeted. jerked it open and
with muff1ed Pardon disappeared,
presumably in search Of Shaynon
-Four minutes passed by the clock; no
sign of the manager. Shaynon or Mrs.
Strone
"Story?" the detective suggested at
length.
PLANT retorted P. Sybarite as
tersey.
"Salted your.
"1n the elevator, Of course
1T come to me that was the wav of
it when he sprung that bunk stuff
about you coarsely loading said loot