The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1915-07-22

Sybar!te would in all probability have
tloundered ard clustered and commit
ted himself ineXtricably.
But that laugh was as good as a
dOuche Of cold water in his face He
cane abruptly to his senses. saw clear
ly how this thing had come to pass. the
temptation of the loose brooch to Shay
mons fingers itching for revenge while
they stood near together in the crowd
ed elevator.
p. Syba@ite smiled sunnily in the
face Of the detective.
Caught with the goods on. eh:' he
chiTped. Come. now be fair to me.
Own up. You didn't expect to see that.
did you?"
The detective hesitateI. Wei. lie
grudged. you did have NE going for
a minute, you We're so cOckSure. and
it's pretty slick work for an amateur"
1T looks bad. eh-not:" the manager
questioned. his predaciouS eyes fixed
greedily upon the trinket.
You think so?" p. Sybarite purpose
fully miSinterpreted. Let me see"
Before the detective could withdraw
P. Sybarite caught the brooch from his
fingers.
Bad" ne unused aloud, examining
it closely. "Phoney? Perhaps it is.
Looks like article de Paris to me. See
what YOU think"
He handled the trinket indifferently.
Nonsense" Shayuon interposed in
cisive!y. Mrs Strone's not that kind.
Besides, it makes 10 difference. Theft's
theft
Ii makes a deal Of difference wheth-
er it's grand or petit larceny" T. Syb-
arite fashcd--"a difference as wide
and deep rs that which yawns be-
tween attempted and successful wife
murder, Mr. Shaynon"
His jaw dropping, Il look Of stupefy-
ing terror stu2ped itself upon SHAY.
mons face He strove to speak. but for
the time could not.
THE mans crazy" he muttered sick
ishly rising. Il don't know what he's
talking about. Arrest him-take him
to the station house"
who'll make the CHARGE" asked the
detective, eying Shaynon curiOusly.
Not Bayard Shaynon" F. Sybarite
asseverated with conviction.
It's not my brooch" Shaynon as
serted dcfeusively
You saw him take it" the detective
persisted.
No l didn't: suspected him. It's
you who found the brooch en- him, and
it's your duty to make the charge"
You're one grand little l!@Ltnin-
change of heart artist-gotta slip it to
you for that" the detective observed
truculently. Now, lis'n; don't make
no Charge
Any employee of the establishment
will do as well. for my purpose" T.
Sybalite cut in. Come. Mr.. Manager.
How about you: SO long as get
my grounds for suit against the
Bizarre
The manager spread out eXpoStulary
palms. Me. have Messing whatever
to do with the matter" he protested.
ITO me it would seem Mrs. Strone
should make the charge"
Well" mumbled the detective of
ShaynOn. "hOw about cha?"
Wait" mumbled Shaynon. moving
toward the door I'll fetch Mrs.
Strone"
Don't go without saying goodby."
P. Sybarite admoniShed him severely.
1T isn't pretty manners
The door slammed tempestuously.
and the little man chucked with an
affectation of ease to which he was en-
tirelv Il stranger.
His head buzZed with doubts and sus-
picions, and with miSgivings on Ma
rian's behalf. but indifferently mitigat-
ed by the reflection that by now she
would he M the Plaza.
He won't he back" P. Sybarite OBJ
served generally to detective and man
ager and sat him down Serenely.
"You feel pretty sure about that?"
the detective asked
wait and see
Bending forward. the little man ex-
amined the gilt clock on the managers
desk. Twenty minutes after A. he
announced. Il give you ten minutes to
find some one to make Il charge against
me-"
The detective took chair. crossed
his legs and produced a cigar. which
he began to trim with loving care The
manager. anXiously pacing the floor.
after another moment or so paused at
the door, fid@eted, ierked it open and
with mutiled Pardon" disappeared.
presumably in search of Shaynon.
-Four minutes passed by the clock: no
sign Of the manager, Shaynon or Mrs
StrOne.
Story" the detective suggested at
length.
PLANT" retorted P. sybarite as
tersely.
'Salted you|
'ln the elevator, of course"
1T come to me that was the way of
it when he sprung that bunk stuff
about you coarSely loading said loot
into YOUR coat tail" admitted the de-
tective. That didn't sound sensible.
even if You did have ii skirt to fuss
into Il cab That was one swell piece
of goods you bundled into No 23O"
"What:' cried r. Sybarite
The detective started