Bisbee daily review., 1914-11-26

Interest in finding Miss Carew. she ls merely Incidental Co an investigation 1 am pursuing"
 For a long time Van Vechten pon. dered. At last he said, very soberly:
 You are right, Flint: I haven't been perfectly frr4k with you My concep- ton of detectives and police generally has been the haziest, but ] believe can trust you'-with stress upon the you "I am going to- at any rate"
 And then he recounted the episode of the yelled lady in the taxicab. the Incident of the girl and the sandy haired man in the crowd, and of his subsequent view of the former at window in Number 1913.
 My impulse toward reserve is so difficult to account for,' he said in conclusion. that l had determined to keep the matter to myself
 "I am glad you didn't" was the low voiced rejoinder
 Flint said Van Vechten earnestly, 'dO you believe that l am qualified to form a fairly accurate estimate of persons character. from a study of that persons features2'
 You should be. Mir Van Vechten. !" was the reply Your habits of life, your daily associations, naturally would develop a certain skill in that direction. l would attach considerable weight to your opinion in such case"
 Then with much positiveness, nothing in the world could be more absurd than to imagine the girl I saw being engaged in anything crimi- nal, or even entertaining suspicion that she is surrounded by a criminal atmosphere. She is young, she is beautiful she is refined and gentle; the stamp of purity and adherence to right ideals is unmistakable in her face. Whatever comes or your investi- gations, you VIII find to be unquali- fedly true all that l now assert re- specting her"
 'I do not question your judgment, for 1t is more than probable that your estimate is correct. But the fact Is of less importance than the clrcum- stance that the young lady seems to en-
 
 But" expostulated the other. "she doesn't know me, Flint. l never saw her in my life before yesterday Why should she dislike me? God knows 1 never Intentionally harmed anybody in my life"
 She unquestionably thinks she knows you-which. as far as her con duet is concerned, amounts to the same thing
 ''I have racked my brain over it." Van Vechten announced, until l am utterly befogged l have heretofore accredited myself with some slight de- gree of perspicacity, but her unmistak- able animus completely mystihes me. l am positive, Flint-absolutely posi-. tive-that our destinies have never crossed before in any way"
 Queer enough was the others comment But the yelled lady; are you certain she could not have been Miss Carew?"
 "Oh, no, she was not Paige. There was no detail of resemblance. have a fancy based upon nothing, that she and the girl at the window are the same"
 But of whom did she remind you?" The detective fastened him with a shrewd regard.
 That" returned Van Vechten. "is the one point concerning which I feel that l ought to know something def. mite, but which consistently eludes me. In fact. the conviction never crystalliZed"
 MT Flint fell into a brown study, from which the other had no inclina. tion to disturb him. During their con versation the afternoon had passed. and now the detective sat motionless and silent while the dusk gathered and deepened.
 Presently he reused himself with a little shake. No one had intruded up- on their privacy; save for themselves the lounging-room was now empty. He rose and went over to one of the windows, taking his hat with him. Van Vechten followed
 In the shadowy twilight the silent @-N~'C eNA eeo Ahp Wug Apbuueu bomUtI and forbidding; its lifeless darkening front might have been Mystery and Secrecy personifed. The two stood abstractedly contemplating 1t. each immersed in his own reflections, while the pail of night lowered, blurring and distorting the shabby outlines.
 Mir. Flint broke the silence.
 ''I am glad we had this talk" said he fin his quiet way. But dear me, dear me, what is it leading us to? | trust we are not going to stir up any mud" He abruptly changed she sub iect asking;
 May inquire whether you intend making any move to locate Miss Ca rew?"
 Tt was my intention to call upon my uncle immediately, lay the case before him, and then set the cables to working"
 That's right. I was going to sug gest something of the kind"
 After MT. Flint had gone. Van Veon. ten did not pause to dine. He ascer. tained by telephone that his uncle would be at home, then summoned cab and sped through the stifing night-a night that augured storm