Charlevoix county herald., 1915-09-25


more as he murmured:
"You are devil - yes, devil -
another silva! How could you know
about that?"
II knew. That Is enough. Were
both of your pupils there?"
EYES,"
"Did they get busy? Did they
pinch anything?"
II think not. II so. did not de-
tect them"
"was anything stolen besides the
cameo?"
81 do not think so. / came away
Immediately after the supper. If there
were things missing did not hear Of
It. / was"
The front door opened, and Crewe
interrupted him sharply:
Here comes q man who may Ques.
ton you. Be careful what you say"
Lieutenant Muchmore strobe swift
~ to the bar. Another plain-clothes
man was with him.
Hello. Crewe!" he said. Teen:
who's your friend?"
Good evening, Muchmore. How
are you, Bunting?" Crewe replied
easily. my friend is the celebrated
and Justly renowned Professor Sim
oahr. known to the public as the
Worker of Miracles
"And known to the police as the
slickest dip that ever happened"
Muchmore snapped out, whirling up
on the Oriental savagely.
Sindahr, however, remained appar.
emily unmoved by the statement or
the attitude of the officer. Indeed, his
teeth cleaned and his soft eyes shone
in smile that might have been ap-
probation Of the compliment.
"That is, unfortunately, a reputa-
ton that fell upon me because I
have given exhibitions Of pocketpick.
ing on the STAGE" he said in his vel
vc+ voice. But I have done that
merely to teach my audiences how to
avoid the dips, as you call them. You
have no charge against me, know"
No; I wish to Heaven I had one!
Rut, all the same, you are the man /
want to see. / had a description Of
you tonight, and l rer ombered then
that I knew you. He turned sharply
to the man behind the bar. "Crewe,"
he demanded, you have some ac-
quaintance with Moreaux, the artist,
haven't your"
"a slight one"
''He has visited your place-this
placer"
Possibly. I have wretched mem
DRY, lieutenant"
well. am going to speak to you
presently about something that you
will remember, because 1t happened
SO recently - not much more than an
hour ago. Just now I want to know
troduced to this miracle worker the
night. or one of the nights not very
long ago, when Moreaux, the artist
visited this place"
Really, lieutenant =" Crewe be-
gan. but Muchmore wheeled again
upon Sindahr.
"You know the occasion to which
I REFER" he snapped out. "Tell me
the name Of that man. You met him
in the street on the Bowery less than
week ago and talked with him. It
was near Houston street. Who was
hep
my dear lieutenant, meet SO
very many people. How should re-
member? And I have so very many
pupils from time to time How should
I recall them?" Sindahr shrugged
his shoulders with gesture so inso-
lent that 1t angered both the officers.
AS If with one impulse, they acted.
Bunting seized his arms from be-
hind. Muchmore snapped handouts
on his wrists before he suspected
their intention.
Crewe looked on without moving,
having reassumed his favorite posi-
aged to catch, Sindahr's eye in a
meaning look. The other occupants
Of the room paid no attention what
ever.
1t was none of their affair, what
ever else It might sbe.
"I1l take you ;anyhow as a sus.
picious character and hold you forty
eight hours for Investigation" the
lieutenant said shortly. II can ques-
ton you better over at headquarters.
Take him laside,I Bunting. Put him in
that chair overythere and come back
here.
II am going to ask crewe few
questions about something that hap
pened tonight, and I want you to hear
them and his answers to them. Chris
ty, you beat u to the other end Of the
room and, stay there till you're want
ed. I'll take scharge Of this place for
the next few Minutes"
Crewe did not move. The express
sion OF his face did notkchange. But
he asked his, assistant arquestion that
sounded odd under theN circumstan-
ces.
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