Arizona republican., 1914-10-02

a sign of interest as he was assigned to the myS- terous case at the St. Francis The meagre de- tails tric1ed through his and were lost forever That part of the method which had made him the greatest sleuth of the depart ment-he always found out for himself and never trusted to advance information.
 Swiftly he took in the salient details of the house detective the discovery of mans dead body in the suite of a young woman who had registered there under the name of Lucille Love. Then he went immediately to the room and amined the corpse.
 Thompson had not been touched. He lay he had been when Hugo Loubeque looked back at him. from the doorway. his body twisted bit from the struggle with the spy, his right hand tightly clenching the revolver in his mouth. Daly bent him, uttering little ejaculation of surprise which whetted the curiosity of the ager instantly After a long interval he rose to his feet holding soed linen label in his hand
 Frank Thompson" he smiled quietly. Here is the name of the tailor who made the suit he I wonder how he ever came to go to Manila.
 "Manila?" Frankly curious was the manager
 "Ycs-Manila. No wonder that crook hasn't been active in the States for the last couple of years Wonder whatever pulled Chicago Tom that far away from State Street.
 ''Yhen he a crook?"
 Its my turn to ask questions" the Sergeant interrupted sharply. You say this suite was assigned to Lucille Love"
 "A young woman who was arrested yester- day, Sergeant when she caught on the fire
 
 here with Mir. Loubeque and he registered her Her first night here she created sensation by paying of the cabaret to allow her to dance in her place. Yesterday call came to the of fee from Louheque's suite that hotel sneak thief in his apartment. When the detectives arrived the place was vacant but the young caught the fire escape and rested paroed in the custody of Mir Roller, the big ieweler. It is a of suicide Sergeant"
 Daly shook his head.
 Suicide, I should rather guess not. Look at the mans gums. The gun forced into his mouth and the gums badly bruised in the doing of it. Where can find this Lucille Love or Lou beque?"
 Before the manager could the tele- phone bell tinkled. He turned to the detective exctedly, his hand pressed over the phone mouthpiece
 "A Lieutenant Gibson calling on Miss Love-" he explained
 "'Tell him to wait.
 Richard Gibson was little inclined for examination when first the two approached him. Shamed of his unrea soning jealousy of the girl he loved, aghast at his conduct in turning away from the woman who had left him ceremoniously in order to prove his innocence of stealing the papers from General Loves safe, he had fought the battle out with himself. com ing to the conclusion that there must be a sonable explanation for her conduct. Sergeant Daily regarded him steadily moment, then told him the reason for his wishing to know every thing Gibson whrled upon the manager his face livid with rage. fists clenched.
 And you had her arrested-you had her" Daly held the arm that about to strike, soothing him with quieting words.
 Evidently he tell nothing" Daily nut tered to the manager. He didn't know about the arrest and bailment until 1 told him."
 Gibson flung upon his heel and left the ho- tel. black hatred, suspicion, fear, thousand and emotions in his heart At the jewellers his tale caused the proprietor to almost have stroke of apopexy.
 "A murdered man in her suite while she was in the station house." he gasped Then she won't" He fairly wept in the depths of his emotions. "Then the necklace must have been stolen, he finally cried his eyes flashing vindic- lively. "But she shan't have the money for it. I'll keep that until the rightfu comes along Perhaps I may get back the ten thousand dollars I paid her for option on it.'
 "Sold-this necklace sold-who bought it?"
 The ieweler agitatedly sought the dunn of the purchase
 "A Mister Hugo Lou5eque- heard of millionaire by such name but he had the two hundred thousand to buy it and I let it go."
 Hugo Loubeque." Gibson grasped the amazed by the shoulders and fairly shook answers from him, at the re-mention of this name that kept continually cropping up before him.
 Dick Gibson rushed from the establishment finally, an idea in his head which he cursed him. self for not having thought of before. The house where he had last Lucille The house from the second story window of which she had looked down at him with the light of great fear and love and pleading and a call for assist ance in her eyes! The house he had caused to be raided and in which there nothing to be found. not even sign of life Might not, was not this mysterious Loubeque the one whose hand he had dragging her from the window?
 Breathlessy he darted up to the door and, finding the lock still unrepared. dashed inside and up the stairs. He did not expect to find Lucille there, did not know exactly what he would find, but there surcease from torture in action. and his brain had been famed into flame by the mysterious tales he had heard re- garding his sweetheart and the strange crimes which seemed to link her inextricably with them.
 Suddenly he stopped, halted abruptly. He could hear no sound yet was positive someone was close to him, that he being watched. For full five minutes he waited, there upon the stairs. The silence of the place oppressive, deadly.
 ''You wished to see me, sr?
 Smiling and suave, his great, breeding eyes holding light of melancholy and sorrow such the young officer had never witnessed before, appearing if by magic, and facing him was Hugo Loubeque. He knew ii was the man he sought yet the compelling personality of the spy abashed him, drove the blind rage from his heart almost instantly and made him feel like fool