Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1914-05-10

pat they am tnere. We Deeil puSy on lile
AIaharajas emeralds There's a easel
through keyhole, which puts you to by-by.'
"A drug? Why, say, two of my neighbors
have been robbed within the last three days,
and they all complained of violent head
aches
well, what d'know about that! Say,
Mr.. killigrew, any place where could hang
out down there for couple o days.
Come as my guest, Haggerty. | can
tell the folks that you re from the office
Fumes! III bet a hat it's my Maha
raja's man! When do you go back?'
about half-past two, on my yacht.
You'll find it at the New York Yacht Club
pier. Some old friends of yours will be on
board, Crawford, his wife, and Forbes, the
artist
Fine an dandy! Forbes is clever at
guessing, an we'll work together. All right.
I'll hike up to the Bronx an get some buds.
Tell the chef that cornbeef an cabbage is
my speed limit, jested the detective as he
reached the door.
"By the way, what's the name of that
steward who took my daughters sapphircs?'
His monaker is Webb" said Haggerty,
Thomas Webb, Esquire; an, believe me,
he's some smooth guy! Thomas Webb
CHAPTER XXI
FOR moment Killigrew sat stiff1y upright
in his chair; then gradually his body
grew limp, his chin sank, his shoulders.
"Webb?' he said DULY. Are you sure,
Haggerty?'
mo question about it. You see, this
jameson chap writes me sassy letter from
Liverpool. Spite Thomas Webb was the
name. What's the matter?'
"Haggerty, the very devil is the matter.
Thomas Webb, recently steward on the
Celtic, has been my wife's secretary for
nearly two months.
"Say that again!7 gasped Haggerty, brac-
ing himself against the jamb of the door.
But III wager my right hand that there's
some mistake"
"Of all the gall ever heard of! Private
secretary, an Miss Killigrew's sapphires
slowed away in his trunk, if he amt sold EN-
outside the pawnshops! Will you gimme a
free hand, Mr.. Killigrew?'
Il suppose I'll have to-
"Al right On board you draw me map
o the rooms an where Thomas Webb holds
out. | sha'nt come to the house an meet
anybody. While you folks are at supper
I'll sneak up to his room an see what's in
his trunk. If | don't find 'em-why, Ill
come back to town an start a newsstand,
AID an Broadway. III be on the yacht at
half-past two. I'm on my way
ne door Dehlnd MIN closed Win a Da1lg.
1t startled every clerk on the huge floor.
The door to the boss office did not bang
more than once year, and that was i'm
mediately after the annual meeting of the
directors of the Combined Brazilian Coffees.
Who was this potentate who dared desecrate
the honored quiet of this loft?
Haggerty's news hit Killigrew hard.
Thomas! There must be a mistake. He
had not studied men all these years without
learning to read young and old with credit
able accuracy. Thomas was as easy to read
as an amateurs score card runs were runs
nits were hits, outs were outs. Why, Thorn
as wouldn't have stolen an apple from
farmers orchard without permission! What!
enter a carriage in fog steal necklace
and carry it around with him for months2
Never in this world And private secretary
to the very person he had robbed2 OF all
the fool situations, this was the capi I'M
becility was written all over the face of it.
1t was simply a coincidence in the matter of
names. Yet-steward on the Celtic; there
was no getting away from that. There
could not have been two Thomas Webbs on
board. I'm afraid Killigrew swore, distant
thunder, off behind the hills there. He
struck the desk with his balled fist. He
knew it! 1t was that internal opal of Kitty's
getting in its deadly work! And what would
Kitty say? What would she do?