The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1915-06-10

the mansion. Suddenly another idea flashed in his brain, inpelled him to Immediate endeavor: Was 1t neces- sary, after all, that Wainwright him. self should ever know the whole hate fl truth2 Perhaps even, there might be some explanation of the w1fe's guilt that fell short of infamy.
 Firm of purpose at last, Marshall crept slowly across the room to the al- cove. Now he could hear the two with in more plainly, and he listened eager ly, but the words were unintelligibIe. Convinced that longer effort at ca yes dropping would avail naught, the de tective, with his weapon ready, put forth a cautious hand and parted the draperies.
 Notwithstanding all his painstakfng, something betrayed this new presence to the keen senses of the burglar. As the portieres moved slowly apart under Marshal1s careful fingers there came sudden fash of light full in his face B1indly he sprang forward and found himself in grapple with the thief. A scream came from the woman. The torch fell to the floor, to be crushed a moment later under the feet of the men. The woman shrank in a corner half swooning. The men writhed and tottered to and fro, scufing over the thick pile of velvet. The weapon of the defective gave him an advahtage. One fierce blow struck the back of Cree gan's head, and the man Iurched heav- fly to the floor.
 E Marshall, after an instantss panting pause, got out his own torch and turn ed its light on the scene. He saw the woman crouching niserably against fbns wall / On foo,. tJ,rl -4szsS. moaning faintly. Then the detectives eyes caught, sight of another object on the floor. He bent and picked it uptI sheaf of bills of large denomina ton.
 Here was more mystery. But there was no time now to bother with 1t! He thrust the bills into his coatpocket. Marshall stepped to the main electric switch and flooded the whole room with radiance. Once again:Lucene sti- fled a cry as the brilliant illumination blinded her. The stricken burglar stir red and groaned, and then unclosed his eyes and lay blinking dazedly for a 1 few seconds. But soon. he sat up. very clzlnsily, and put wavering hand to his head He brought away the hng- CTS all bloody, and regarded the stains with disgust. "He'n do well enough now" Mar shall stated, as he looked up and met the alarmed gaze of the woman
 CFeegan, following the direction of the detectives glance, turned his head weakly and perceived the girl, where she stood against the wall. His coarse face twisted into grin.
 Hello, Maggie!o he mumbled. "Say, the bull near crooked me- l "But you will be able to go in a min ute" Lucene urged, wringing her hands in desperation. stOt, please! You must! MT. Marshall will give you 1 the money. He picked 1t up.'' "I'll take you. along when I go,' 1 Creegan snarled.
 What do you mean9'' she gasped. :
 But Marshall interrupted roughly.
 Here, your he snapped at Creegan. You get a hustle on yourself" He seized the burglar by the collar and jerked him to his feet. .sGo on and get out of herel Didn't you hear what the lady said?'
 "Gimme back that roll she give mel, be commanded surlily.
 You stand fat chance of getting that" Marshall exclaimed with a sneer. Then, as the thief moved q little: .'None of that side stepping. eftherY'
 
 gan declared. 'T don't have to-
 Marshall rested worthless, stupefed by the colossal fmpudence of this crinn- fnal, caught in the very act of bur 91ary. Then the woman darted to him:
 ''Oh, MT Marshall, please let him l got'' she besought him franticalIy. "Gfve him the money and let him go! Oh, you mustw
 The detective, however, could no longer accept this way out of the tan gle of events. His first instinct of de. sire to shield the woman for her bus, bands sake, if not for her own, was overcome by the responsibility involv ed by such coarse.
 "It is impossible he said.
 ooh, if you only knewr' she breathed Marshall remained unshaken 1 Madam" he said celdly, T am iI | your husbands employ"
 She twisted his argument in her owI favor: X
 .sBut it would be doing him the great est possible kindness to let this mar go.'' She made a despairing gesture 'sOh, I know just how strange it mus seem to you, but it's true-it's trueT' I Marshall found that it required al his strength of will to>withstand he supp1ieatfon.
 aEou mean, without your husband'i knnwledge?
 .'oh, yes, yesy' was the instant an