Charlevoix county herald. (East Jordan, Mich.) 189?-1953, 1915-10-23

my Lorna chose husband II would
be you. Forgive an old man for say
ing 1t, but I have. wished it many
times"
Moreaux's tall form seemed to grow
perceptibly taller, and the expression
In his eyes was serious indeed, not
withstanding his smile as he replied
quickly;
"Good Heavens, Delorme, I am
twice as old as she is. She Is nine
teen and l am thirty-eight. That would
never do, you know. Such thought
never occurred to Lorna, fond as she
was, and is, Of me-"
"But 1t occurred to you more than
once, Birge. know"
Nonsense, Mr.. Delorme. Non
sense. Gracious! I must 60. Good
night, sir"
Promptly at half past ten o'clock
the two officers, Muchmore and Bunt-
ing, arrived at the club where Birge
Moreaux was waiting them.
He conducted them at once to Sc
Guided corner, offered them refresh
ments, which they accepted, and hav-
ing lighted cigars all around, the ar
tist looked quizzically at Muchmore
and inquired:
"Well, lieutenant, what's doing?"
1--WE supposed that our errand here
was to have your reply to that ques-
tion. Mr.. Moreaux," was the quick
reply.
"Still, you have something on your
mind. / can see that much. Before ]
unbossom myself, suppose you tell me
what has happened to interest you to-
day."
Every well, sir. Nothing of any
importance. And I really am not sure
that I ought to tell you about it,"
II think you may trust me. lieuten-
ant"
II will. You gave me a tip last
night about a Mephistophelian looking
chap that you had seen talking with
another man in the Bowery near
Houston Street. After accompanied
Mr.. Delorme to headquarters / went
over to Crewe's just to look around a
bit, and he was there. had doped it
out who he was in the meantime. He
calls himself Sindahr, the miracle
worker"
"Ah, yes. I have heard of him."
ut isn't necessary to tell you all
that happened. When 1 first went in
side l took a good look at him, and
~ ha fhinuo Il w
traces of some sort Of preparation
which he had evidently been using to
make his hair white, or gray.
1T was under his hair, along the
back of his neck; just trace Of it,
hut enough to set me thinking. I de-
cided to arrest him as suspicious
character and hold him for investiga-
ton, and so, put the cuffs on him.
Later, he managed to get away; but
that doesn't matter. I can get him
again when l want him."
II see."
1.-THE point is this: there were
things about him that logged my
memory, but could not put my fin
ger on them, so to speak. But the
though has been hiking around in my
Uranium the whole blessed day, and
half an hour ago / met him on the
street in his other character, and IL
be blowed IL he didn't have the gall
to stop me and speak to me. I got
his measure then, all right"
81 am still very much in the dark,
~ sold y,niIdIy
do you recall a Count Sucini who
was at the wedding reception?"
Eyes"
"Well, that's the guy"
"You don't tell mel Did you ~
rest him again?"
mot by jugful. I pretended that
was nightly glad to see him again.
asked him for his card, got 1t, and
sent him on his way rejoicing. He's
the thief, or I'm only constable. But
getting doesn't mean getting the
stolen jewels. He's got to be stalk
ed"
"That is very Interesting, heuten-
ant. You do not intend to arrest him
at once, then, even II you should see
him again in the character of Sim
dahr?"
mo. I'll let him have his head for
two or three days. But will ask the
inspector to put three of our best men
on him so that every move he makes
will be known"
"Well, well. Your Information Is
somewhat Of a sQuelcher upon what
intended to suggest, although I don't
suppose 1t will really make any diff
ference after ALL"
what was 1t, Mr.. Moreaux?" the
lieutenant requested eagerly; and
Bunting bent forward in his chair and
asked at the same time: "Please tell
us what it is, sir"
you were both rather eager last
night to understand exactly what
were the relations between that man
Crewe and myself. And this evening
Mr.. Bunting was kind enough to give
me a warning concerning him. The