Bisbee daily review., 1914-11-29

his mysuucauon-'s seems to me I've heard that name before-Im sure ] have-but hanged if ! can associate it with anything definite And who the deuce is Fotheringin?'
 He handed the slip of paper over to Tom The items began to appear slowly by degrees
 "Withypool-Withypool,' he repeat ed in an edort to spur his memory where and when did ] ever hear chat name? It's not one that Paige men. toned. Must be some town in Somer set"
 And two ladies' supplemented Tom in mock admiration, answering to Che description of your cousin and Mrs. Dcyereaux were there some time in July What a ripping Sherlock Holmes you are!"
 Van Ncchten surveyed him with un. seeing eyes After @ moment
 Say" he began with considerable energy rom, if they were Paige and Jo. why should 1t be so difficult to determine th idecf.les positively? Were they trying to nide2 And iI so from whom"
 "You con search mo-, Tom offered di5p.ritedly
 Van Vech,en took the message and bored over it again.
 Five hundred pounds -ewardi' he gr0ancd after minute "Gre3t Scott Tom, How luridly tho papers win blossom uoW for the blessed puzzle Is fair game at last for them Who has authorized anyone to offer 8 reward I'd like to know? And what two weeks in July were these two my5 teri0Us ladies at Wuhypool? Am [, inter that they and Mrs. and Mis. Schuyler are the same?-that Paig0 ] and Joe sailed home incog the eight of last mouth?'
 That's what it says, replied Tom.
 "In way. yes. But this sheet of de 1 formed intelligence is more remark able for what it does not say than fo what it says Schuyler, you know ] was Mrs. Dcyerea maiden name.
 Toms eyes opened "By Georgei he exclaimed wonderiugly. 50 i vasl"
 well" taruy. does the circum ! stance suggest anything to you?"
 8ut Tom merely stood silent a sc, ond yagging his head No. It's only 1 illc more muddlias. is an ] can mak 1i il'
 Here it IS tho d5th or September vau Vechten's fummariziug went on "Hhere in heavens name. have they been an this time? Where are thes now?"
 Moses and green spectacle1 Bud dy!" burst forth Tom ia desperation ! ''4oui give yourself a headache if you ] keep on asking questions that nobody can answer! HerC-lets sit down al ! this table and have something t' ! drink; maybe tha.l help. You car think things over, anyhow"
 Van NGchtcn au of a sudden expert enccd a letdowu from the high ten sion under which he had been labor ing ever since ,he cablegram'8 arrival and immediately The drawn lines abou his mouth and rhe restless shifting O his eyes, disclosed his growing bur den of anxiety; even to Toms unoh servant regard it was laid bare how deeply the baming mystery-the an certainty Of his cousins iate-had al iocted bis whole being
 Steady old man." Tom muI mured sympathetically "Try a litu nerve tonic Brace up."
 They sat down
 q don't want anything to drink, Van Nochten declined the offer, "bu ] win gladly smoke a bis black cigai Perhaps it will clear away some O the cobwebs."
 Tom, ever a model of abstemioui ness, cOntented himself with a mil and ladylike thimble O curacao.
 Then they took up the subject of tn cablegram again. Van Vechten fla tened the paper upon the tabl Dropped his elbows at either end an grasped his hair firmly with bot hands, the cigar smoke forming a bu halo about his head He gave himse up to the serious business of inte preting and assimilating the dispute lng uufafhOmable information fro