The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1914-10-01
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 yesterday, sergeant, when she was caught in Mir. Loubeque's suit. She came here with Mir Loubeqde and he registered her. Her first night here she created a sensation by paying one of the cabaret to allow her to dance in her place. Yesterday a call came to the office from Loubeque's suit that hotel sneak thief was in his apartment. When the detectives arrived the place was vacant, but the young woman was caught on the fire escape and arrested, paroled in the custody of MT. Roller, the big jewe1er. It is a case of suicide, sergeant?'
 Daly shook his head.
 Suicide! I should rather guess not. Look at the mans gums. The gun was forced into his mouth and the gums badly bruised in the doing of if. Where can find this Lucille Love or Loube-. que?''
 2 Before the manager could answer the telephone bell tink1ed He turned to the detective excitedly, his hand press ed over the phone mouthpiece.
 "A Lieutenant Gibson calling on Miss Love- he explained.
 tfTelI him to wait.''
 Richard Gibson was little inclined for cross examination when first the two men approached him. shamed of his unreasoning Jealousy of the girl he loved, he had fought the battle out with himself, coming to the conclusion that there must be reasonable expIa- nation for her conduct. Sergeant Daly regarded him steadily moment, then told him the reason for his wishing to know everything. Gibson whirled upon the manager. his face livfd with rage, fists clinched.
 s'And you had her arrested-you had her. Dafy held the arm that was about to strike soothing him with 5quieting words.
 Gibson flung upon his heel and left the hotel. black hatred. suspicion. fear, thousand and one emotions in his heart. At the jewelers his tale caused the proprietor to almost have a stroke of apop1eSY.
 "A murdered man in her suit while she was in tie station house!'' he gasped. Then she won't''- He fairly wept in t:1e depshs of his emotions. tsThen the necklace I sold rausf have been stolen..'' he finally cried, his eyes flashing <yindictively.
 '.SoId-this necklace sold-Who bought it?s
 "A Hugo Leubeque-never heard of a millionaire by such name. but he had the two hundred thousand to buy it, and let it go.''
 Hugo Loubequer' Gibson grasped the amazed man by the shoulders and fairly shook answers from him.
 Dick Gibson rushed from the es&ab- lishment finally, an idea in his head which he cursed himself for not having thought of before-the house where Fn hoG oCf Ia f0frk 7a& was not. this mysterious LoubeQue the one whose hand he had seen dragging her from the window?
 Breathlessly he darted up to the door and finding the lock still unrepaired, dashed inside and up the stairs.
 Suddenly he stopped, halted abruptly He could hear no sound, yet was posi- tive some one was close to him, that he was being watched.
 You wished to see me, sir?
 Silent and suave, his great, breeding eyes holding a light Of melancholy and sorrow such as the young officer had never witnessed before, appearing as if by magic and now facing him, was Hugo Loubeque.
 "Loubeque''- he stammered.
 The international spy bowed gravely, his eyes still fastened upon the young OudR O21OEG
 And as his eyes sought the carpet. away from the magnetic power of the man. all the rage returned to the young officer. This man was the one who had taken his sweetheart. His. eyes roved the room, lighting upon pair of broadswords crossed upon the wall. He caught the smile on the spy's face when he looked again at him and knew his thoughts had been read.
 What have you done with Lucille Lover" he cried
 Miss Love-" murmured Loubeque, his voice taking on a signing note that fairly tortured the listeners ears Miss Love is on warship bound for Washington. believe
 You know man was murdered in her suit-that she was arrested as q hotel sneak thief?"
 Miss Love has been through many more trying situations than that,n an swered Loubeque slowly. since she pitted herself against me"
 :fPitted herself against you! Then it was you who stole the papers,
 Quite so." Hugo Loubeque turned upon his Heef, but the iron grip Of the officer was upon his shoulder. whfrling him about so that their faces met.
 Like panther Gibson leaped across the floor, seiztng the broadswords.
 Easily. by wrist alone, Loubeque played with the man. His eye held no expression save that of one looking very far away, sad, mournful, distant That look of indifference only served to madden Gibson doubly.