Bismarck daily tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, Dakota [N.D.]) 1881-1916, 1915-04-15


astolen!" Mrs. R%helnhoIdt shrleked.
had admitted Craig, take Professor
Ashleigh's servant into the kitchen
and 9 that he has something before
he leaves for home. Now. professor,
II you will come sthis way"
They reached O. little DON In the
far corner of the house. Mrs. Rhein.
holdt YapQlogized a she switched On
the electric lights. H. d. n ~
1t is . queer little place to bring
you to- she said. "byt my husband
used to spend many hours here, and
he would never allow anything to, b
moved. You see. the specimens are n
these cases" NJ g \ s..;
The professor nodded. His general.
attitude toward the forthcoming ex.
hibition; was merely one Of politeness.,
Al the first, case opened, however, hts
manner completely changed. Without!
taking the slightest further notice Of
his hostess, he adjnsted . pair Of horn
trimmed spectaeles and commenced TO
humble eagerly to himself, Mrs,,
R%heinholdt, who did not understand 2
word, ,strolled around the apartment,
yawned and finally interrupted 2 little
stream Of eulogiess not 9 word OF
which she understood, concerning 2
green beetle with yellow spots.
~ am. SO glad you are interested
professor" she said. If you don't
mind, ! will rejoin my guests. You
will find a shorter way back II you
keep along the passage straight ahead
and come through the conservatory"
Certainly! With pleasure!" the
professor agreed, without glancing up.
Mrs. Rheinholdtss reception, not.
.w%ithstanding the temporary absence
Of it's presiding, shirt, was without
an unqualified success. In one
Of the distant rooms. the younger peo-
pie we're dancing. Philip Rheinholdt.
with a pretty young debutante upon
his arm, came out from the dancing
room and looked around amongst the
little knots Of people.
II wonder where mother is?' he re-
marked. "She told me-"
J The young man broke off in the
middle Of his sentence. He, too, like
many others In the room, felt a sud-
den thrill almost Of horror at the
which rang without warning
upon their ears-a. woman's cry, a
cry Of fear and horror. Mrs. Rhein-
holdt, her hands clasping her neck.
her splendid composure a thing of
the past, a panic-stricken, terrified
woman, stumbled into the room. She
seemed on the, point of collapse.
Somehow or other, they got her into
an easy chair.
my Jewels" she cried. "My dia.
monds!" n
"Whats do you mean, mother" Phil.
lip Rheinholdt asked quickly. Have
you lest 5them|
"stolen!" Mrs. Rheinholdt shrieked.
"'stolein there In the Conservatory"
They gazed at her open-mouthed, in.
credulous. Then q still, quiet voice
from the outside OF the little circle
interviewed.
Instruct your servants. Mr. Rhein'
holdt. to lock and bar Ill the doors Of
the house." the professor suggested.
mo one must leave It until We have
heard your mothers story"
, II had just taken the professor into
the little room my husband used to
call the museum," Mrs. Rheinholdt
explained, her voice still shaking with
agitation. II left him there to exam
inc some specimens Of beetles.
thought that I would come back
through the conservatorN which II
the quickest way, I was about halt
way across 1t when suddenly ] heard
the switch 80 behind me and All the
electric lights were turned out
couldn't imagine what had happaenyssd e
While 1 hesitated Issaw- d
She broke down again. There was
no doubt about the genuineness Of her
terror. II
III saw a pair Of hands-iust hands
mo arms-nothing but hands--come
out Of the darkness They gripped
me by the throat, l. suppose it was
Just for a second. I think lost con.
seriousness for a moment, although !
was Still standing up. The next, thing
l remember is that / found myself
shriekinlg and running and the
Jewels are gone!"
"You saw no one?" her son asked
tremendously. you heard nothing?
II heard no footsteps, / saw no one"
Mrs. Rheinholdt repeated. The pro.
lessor turned away.
IF you will allow me-" he begged,
IT am going to telephone to my friend,
Mr. Sanford Quest. the .criminologisI