The Twin Falls times. [volume] (Twin Falls, Idaho) 1905-1916, 1915-02-19

ne could hear any wedding bells il
fancy. Nine. Du Val sat in the salon
playing the harp. She had a cynica
humor. She believed that she might
better play the harp here on eartl
than risk the chance of not playins
one in the hereafter. The captain crept
up behind her softly and sprinklet
a handful OF leaves over her handsome
head. She simply shrugged and went OF
playing some cats like to be fondled
Nine. Du Val belonged to that cate.
CORY which did not.
You've spoiled a rose"
! 1T was well wasted" he said, try
ing to take her hands from the strings
Q, You bother me! | am not only
Playing; | am thinking And there
is a good deal to think about since
we saw the locket. I'm wondering
how to get rid of that girl She isn't
Hassam Ais niece for nothing. She
Is shreWd and so far as she is con-
lcerned we must walk carefully when
We come into contact with her Now,
captain, | am not in the mood for
love scenes, if you please"
You drive me crazy, sometimes, -
Il return the compliment There
goes the bell"
! Hang the bell" he growled
He was not pleased to see the visi-
tors, two men of his own class, but
business was business. He eyed Nine.
Du Val coyertly. She did not appear
to exhibit any particular regret at the
interruption. AS matter of fact,
the sight of her visitors relieved her.
Radcliffe was persistent wooer, and
rebuffs seemed to have no other eff
feet than to redouble his ardor
| She ordered the footman to take
away the harp and bring the cards
and card tables.
While we wait she said, I'VE might
as well while away the time pleasant
| ly."
The fountain tinkled as usual. From
time to time Nine. Du Val sent a
glance toward it. All at once the jet
| of water flew at a tangent Radcliffe
rose and touched the knob, lifting the
panel which disclosed the secret ele-
lvator. Three hard visaged men step
ped into the ROOM blinked after their
long journey through the tunnels. One
of them was dressed in the flashy
manner so dear to our native product
the gunman. His name was Gyp,
and, though he was not aware Of it,
he was on the short road to a certain
unenyied chair. There was something
in his eyes that reminded you of a
hyena. But a trained hyena has a
marketable quality.
Ike said Radcliffe, when you
enter this house take off your hat The
next time III smash it down over your
lamps, "--za ,--
"All right, Cap. TIL light blinds me
when | comes in here, an l forget.
Well, we're ready"
Mime. Du Val shrugged and crossed
over to the gem vault She despised
these tools; but in crime one has to
take what tools one can. And there
was always the possibility of these
low brutes speaking incautiously dur
ing some drinking bout. She brought
the little box of gems back. Then
Radcliffe drew a sign ON a piece of
paper-a heart with a dagger running
through it. This was a kind of key
that would open certain door The
initials of each were then written
within the heart which was surrender
ed to Gyp This sort of business was
after his own heart. He did not like
directness except when he struck, af-
ter the fashion of his prototype, the
rattlesnake
About that same hour, half after s,
Detective Hunt was going carefully
over package of partly burnt let
tiers, those rescued from Hassam Ais
house before the fire got beyond con-
troll. He was studying each bit of pa
per with scrupulous care. The door
opened. He looked I'm impatiently.
20, Storm! Come in; interesting
work here, but | haven't found any
thing worth wooden toothpick."
Il want you to look at this, Hunt"
said Storm, producing the burnt piece
he had shown Zudora that afternoon. |
HUM Where did you find it?''
I'm the cellar of the burnt house"
"Uhuh." He searched it thoroughly
under his masnifying glass. Haven't |
come across any mate ITO it. Come, |
dig into these and see what you can
find"
BY and by he came upon a half
burnt letter that made him sit up with
a jerk. Then he laughed shortly Mime
Du."
John, did Hassam Ali know a wo-
man by the name of Nine DUE"
Mime. Du? Not that am aware of.
But he knew a Nine. Du Val"
"Ah, / see." Then the, detective
stacked those letters he had some
through and picked up his pipe. Queer
old codger, that Hassam Ali These
scraps of paper prove to me that
crooks are the most credulous people
in the world"
What do you mean by that?'
We'll, he seemed to know some of
the biggest in the country, and they
always went to him when in doubt
Evidently thought he could look into
the future and tell them whether they
would go to jail or not. Crooks are
peculiar people, believe me, boy Now
let's go out and get a bite somewhere
I've been cramped up in this caboose
since 3 this afternoon"
Nothing about the diamonds?"
mot an eyepashl But there's
vague mention of a couple of tons or
gold"
"What?"
Gold But whose it is or where it
is, nix Shops closed for the night
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