Arizona republican., 1915-08-22

present condition Hagar oblivious of such matters now. The only two. then. in all the world who knew were the detective and the gambling house keeper
 It was not necessary to enter into any detailed arrangements. Mr Bloom was sententious and explicit.
 "You make good this bum check of your sons." he said. and and Blake won't say nothing cause your any trouble. But there's one thing else. I've got to have this big stone what you aristocrats of Fairfax county call the diamond from the sky My brother advanced money it. even if he hadn't. that's my price for keeping my mouth shut" he added. "and I'll that Blake here says nothing, neither"
 But the diamond has disappeared. We don't know where it .is." said Mrs. Stanley coldly. though in her heart she ragged at the presumption of the grasping vulgar gambler.
 It'll turn up-them big stones always do. It's of the finest in the world, but that's my price! retorted Mir. Abe Bloom. If 1t ever turns up you Stanleys can re- plevin it. No one can dispute your title to it. There ain't another one like it in the world. But when you Stanleys get it, 1t comes to me. That's understood and agreed. eh, Blake?"
 There was a strange, imperturbable gleam in the keen eyes of the detective.
 
 during this strange conference. but he nodded his head and answered quietly.
 Yes. that's understood and agreed"
 Reaching Richmond, it had been no trouble for QUabba, at his old occupation of organ grinder. to find the house of Mrs. Burton Randolph. where he knew Esther was stopping. He had just reached the house, and had just been ordered move on by passing policeman, when a taxicab drove up and Blake and Bloom alighted ana entered the Randolph residence.
 This visitation was such a surprise to the policeman that he readily vouched the in formation to who these individuals were. when Quabba inquired
 "Them?" said the policeman. "Them's two of the wisest guys in Richmond-Tom Blake, who runs the Blake Detective agency, and Abe Bloom, the biggest gam bier in this burg. I wonder what they are doing calling this grande dame, Mrs. Burton Randolph! Maybe Abe Bloom and Tom Blake are going into society,"
 Then. ordering Quabba to move again. he moved himself.
 Ouabba with his monkey and organ moved on. but only to the side of the house. A detective and gambling house keeper? These were strange visitors indeed. and, suspectinG the motives of Mrs Stanleys sudden patronage of Esther he did Quabba squatted close by the low window
  overheard enough to realize that Blair Stanley's return being arranged. and he knew this boded good to his fair young mistress.
 After the detective and gambler had de- parted. Quabba sent his ambassador and collector of external revenue, Clarence, the monkey. up the wistaria vines to the upper chamber. which he surmised might be Esthers. He right in his surmise. Esther who. like Mrs. Randolph, had with drawn when visitors private business had been announced for Mrs. Stanley. was in her room.
 The chattering of the monkey her window sill reused Esther from reverie of Arthur, and with a glad cry she ran to the window and hugged the affectionate little beast and waved a welcome to the smiling Quabba below. Then Quabba laid his finger to his lips a sign of secrecy. yanl1ed the string to recall his ambassador. Id departed.
 Beside the track in the glaring California desert, Arthur Stanley, or, he calls him. self, John Powell" lay, stunned after be- ing thrown from the Overland limited, which he had boarded from horseback as