Charlevoix county herald. (East Jordan, Mich.) 189?-1953, 1915-10-09

and as soon as they pass outside at
the rear door flash light to me
through the front door and open 1t
and let me in. That's all"
Whosoever has climbed twelve
flights Of stairs at one inning will
comprehend something of the condi.
ton, mental and physical, of the two
officers when at last they stood before
the door of artists studio.
Breathless, exhausted, weakened
in the true sense of the expression,
they waited there several moments
before touching the button Of the
electric bell. They had snapped on
a light in each hallway as they as
cended; they intended to snap them
of again when they returned.
Crewe had counted on that idea
when he gave that direction over the
telephone about following them down
the stairs when they should go away,
Muchmore rang several times be-
fore there was any response; but at
last an impatient voice-the lieuten.
ant who was very keen Of ear, had
not the slightest doubt that it was
the voice of Moreaux-demanded to
know who was there and what was
wanted.
81 am Lieutenant Muchmore, Mr.
Moreaux," that officer announced
Detective Bunting is with me-"
"Well, what do you want? What
the devil do you mean, disturbing me
at this hour?"
81 want to see you. / want to talk
to you-er-about the incidents that
happened at the reception. Let us in,
II you please"
81 do not please, Lieutenant Much
more. If there is anything that you
want to see me about, come around in
the daytime"
"But-this Is important"
81 don't care If it is. Go away. Go
to the devil, for all care"
"It's about that man Crewe."
ooh, is it? Well, Crewe can wait
as well as the other things. You can't
get in here tonight, and that settles
it. The idea of pulling me out of bed
like this. You need not speak again,
for shall not answer"
Nor did he, although Muchmore
who began to suspect that he had
made another mistake, pleaded for
several moments after that, until his
unruly temper again asserted itself.
He shook his fist at the door and
called out savagely:
"I'll tell you one thing, Artist Mo-
reaux, if you are still there to hear
me, things are getting mighty mixed
up in this business. I took key to
this building away from your friend
Crewe, and it is my belief that maybe
you knew something about that jewel
robbery yourself. Anyhow, I'm going
to find out"
He turned away and stamped nois-
fly down the stairs. Bunting followed
after, swapping off the hall lights as
he passed them. Bunting, to tell the
truth, was more amused than per-
turbed by the incidents of the night.
Neither of them thought of looking
behind them while they descended the
twelve stairways of the building to
the ground floor.
They would have seen nothing had
they done so, for Feltner, Birge Mo-
reau's faithful and well trained
valet, kept himself full flight behind
them, nor could they have heard his
noiseless movements, even had Much
more made less racket than he Cid.
They passed outside the building
at last, and as Muchmore turned to
lock the door he said savagely tc his
companion:
"You can bet your sweet life, Sam,
that I'll take this key to Mr.. Moreaux
tomorrow, and, by CAD, IL he can't
explain why he gave it into the keep
ing of that man Crewe, I'll swear out
warrant for his arrest on informa-
ton and belief"
Inside the building, as soon as they
had gone, Feltner hurried to the front
entrance, and between the inner and
the outer doors, flashed one CLEAN
from an electric pocket-light that he
carried in his hand. Then he opened
the outer door and Crewe stepped in
side.
"FooIed them eh, Feltner"
Crewe asked smilingly, as he led the
way to one Of the two elevators.
With another key in his possession he
opened the door to the elevator, end
the two rode comfortably to the top
OF the building.
81 am both hungry and thirsty,
Feltner," Crewe announced as soon
as they entered the studio; then ne
passed into another room and closed
the door while the valet went to fui-
fill the suggestion that had been made.
Twenty minutes later the door Of
the room into which Crewe had dis
appeared was opened again, and Birge
Moreaux, the artist, looking quite
himself although dressed only In Ia
jamas, bathrobe, and slippers, came
out and seated himself at the table
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