The Celina Democrat. (Celina, O. [Ohio]) 1895-1921, 1915-08-13

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jameson" he said, pausing. I'VE
shall see a great deal Of each other |
hops"
had not yet had time TO say good
by myself when a slight exclamation
at my side startled me. Tusa!ng sud
denly, / saw a very brisk, ;ussy old
! gentleman who had evidently been hur-
rying through the crowd. II had
slipped on something on the sidewalk
and lost his balance, falling near US.
We bent over and assisted him to
his feet AS l took hold OF his hand,
felt a peculiar pressure from him.
He had placed something In my hand,
My mind worked quickly. l checked
my first impulse TO speak, and, more
from curiosity than anything else
kept the thing he had passed to me
surreptitously.
THANK you, gentlemen" he puffed,
Strengthening himself out. zone of the
infrmities OF age. Thank you, thank
you"
In a moment he had hustled of quite
comically.
Again Del Mar said good-by. and
did not urge him to stay. He had
scarcely gone when / looked at the
thing the old man had placed in my
hand. II was a little folded piece of
paper. opened it slowly. Inside was
printed in pencil, disguiUed
Be Careful. Watch Him.
read 1t in amazement. What did it
mean?
At the La Coste, Del Mar was met
by two Of his men in the lobby and
they rode up to his room.
Imagine their surprise when they
opened the door and found the valet
lying bound on the floor.
"Who the deuce did this?" demand
ed Del Mar as they loosened him.
The valet rose weakly TO his feet.
"a little old man with gray whiskers,"
he managed to gasp.
Del Mar looked at him IN surprise.
Instantly his active mind recalled the
little old man who had fallen before us
on the street
"Who-what was he?"
Come" he said quickly, beckoning
his two companions, who had come in
with him.
Some time later, Del Mars car
stopped just below The Dodge house.
you men go around back of the
house and watch" ordered Del Mar.
AS they disappeared he turned and
went up the Dodge steps.
walked back after my strange ex
perience with the fussy little old gen.
tleman, feeling more than ever, now
that Craig was gone, that both Elaine
and Aunt Josephine needed me.
AS we sat talking in the library,
Rusty, released from the chain on
which Jennings kept him, bounded
with rush into the library.
Good old fellow" encouraged
Elaine, patting him.
Just then Jennings entered, and
moment later was followed by Del
Mar, who bowed as we welcomed him.
do you know" he began, 81 be-
lieve that the lost torpedo model is
somewhere in this house, and l have
reason to anticipate another attempt
of foreign agents to find it. If you'll
pardon me, I've taken the liberty of
surrounding the place with some men
we can trust"
While Del Mar was speaking Elaine
picked up a ribbon from the table and
started to tie it about Rusty's neck.
AS Del Mar proceeded she paused, still
holding the ribbon, Rusty, who hated
ribbons, saw his chance and quietly
sidled out, seeking refuge in the con-
servatory.
Alone in the conservatory, Rusty
quickly forgot about the ribbon and
began nosing about the palms. At last
he came to the pot In which the tor
pedo model had been buried in the
soft earth by the thief the mig it had
been stolen from the fountain.
Quickly Elaine recalled herself, and,
seeing the ribbon in her hand and |
Rusty gone called him. There was no
answer and she excused herself, for
it was against the rules for Rusty to
wander about.
In his haste the thief had left just a
corner of the handkerchief sticking |
out Of the dirt. What none of us had |
noticed, Rusty's keen eyes and nose |
discovered, and his instinct told him
to dig for it. In a moment he uncov-
cred the torpedo and handkerchief and
shifted.
Just then he heard his mistress calls
ing him. Rusty had been whipped for
digging in the conservatory, and now,
with his tail between his legs, he
seized the torpedo in his mouth and
bolted FOR the door of the drawing
room, for he had heard voices in the
library. AS he did so he dropped the
and the little propeller,
loosened by his teeth, fell off.
Elaine entered the conservatory,
still calling. Rusty was not there. He
had reached the stairs, scurrying up I
to the attic, still holding the torpedo
model in his mouth. He pushed open
the attic door and ran in. Rustys
last refuge in time Of trouble was back
Of number of trunks, among which
were two of almost the same size and
appearance. Behind one of them he
had hidden miscellaneous collection
Of bones, pieces of biscuit and things
dear to his heart He dropped the tor
pedo among these treasures.
Del Mar, meanwhile, had followed