The Daily Ardmoreite. [volume] (Ardmore, Okla.) 1893-current, 1915-03-21

Ashleigh's servant into the kitchen
and see that he has something before
he leaves for home. Now, professor
il you will come this way"
They reached little room in the
far corner of the house. Mrs. Rhein
holdt apologized as she switched on
the electric lights.
1T is queer little place to bring
you TO, she said, but my husband
used to spend many hours here, and
he would never allow anything to be
moved. You see, the specimens are in
these cases."
The professor nodded. His general
attitude toward the forthcoming eN
hibition was merely one of politeness
AS the first case opened, however. his
manner completely changed, Without
taking the slightest further notice OF
his hostess, he adjusted a pair OF horn
trimmed spectacles and commenced to
humble eagerly to himself. Mrs.
Rheinholdt. who did not understand a
word. strolled around the apartment,
yawned and finally interrupted little
stream Of eulogies, not word of
which she understood, concerning a
green beetle with yellow spots.
Il am so glad you are interested,
professor" she said. III you don
mind, will rejoin my guests You
will find a shorter way back il you
keep along the passage straight ahead
and come through the conservatory.
Certainly, With pleasure the
professor agreed. without glancing up.
Mrs Rheinholdt's reception, not
withstanding the temporary absence
of its presiding spirit, was without
doubt an unqualified success In one
of the distant rooms the younger peo-
pie were 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.
81 wonder where mother is?" he re-
marked She told me"
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
sound which rang without warn.c :
upon their ears-a woman's cry, a
cry of fear and horror. Mrs Rholn-
holdt her hands clasping her neck,
her splendid composure a thing or
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 iewels," she cried. my dia-
monds!"
What do you mean, mother?' Phil
lip Rheinholdt asked quickly. Have
you lost them"
stolen" Mrs. Rheinholdt shrieked
Stolen there in the conservatory!
They gazed at her open-mouthed, in
credulous. Then a still, quiet voice
from the outside of the little circle
intervened
Instruct your servants, Mr.. Rhein-
holdt. to lock and bar all the doors or
he house" the professor suggested.
"No one must leave it until we have
heard your mothers story"
'I 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 81 left him there to exam
inc some specimens Of beetles. l
thought that | would come back
through the conservatory. which is
the quickest way. ! was about halr
way across 1t when suddenly ] heard
the switch go behind me and all the
electric lights were turned out. !
couldn't imagine what had happened.
While ! hesitated I saw"
She broke down again. There was
no doubt about the genuineness of her
terror.
81 saw a pair of hands-iust hands
no arms-nothing but handsome
out of the darkness! They gripped
me by the throat, | suppose 1t was
Just for a second think lost con-
sciousness for moment, although |
was still standing up. The next thing
remember is that I found myself
shrieking and running here-and the
jewels are gone!"
you saw no one?' her son asked
incredulously You heard nothing?
81 heard no footsteps, saw no one"
frs Rheinholdt repeated. The pro-
essor turned away.
'Tf you will allow me-" he begged,
I am going to telephone to my friend,
,ir. Sanford Quest, the criminologist.
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