The Eureka sentinel. [volume] (Eureka, Nev.) 1902-current, 1915-07-10

picions in spite of all I could do to pre-
vent It.
II hope you don't think Rosanna is
concerned In the loss Of the diamond"
l ventured to say.
The corners of the sergeant's melan-
choly mouth curled up, and he looked
hard in my fnce-just as he had look
ed in the garden.
II think / had better not tell you, Mr..
Betteredge," he said. you might lose
your head, you know, for the second
time"
/ began to doubt whether / had been
one too many for the celebrated Cuff,
after all! 1t was rather a relief to me
that we were interrupted here by a
knock at the door and a message from
the cook. Rosanna Spearman had ask.
ed to go out, for the usual reason, that
her head was bad and she wanted a
breath Of fresh air. At a sign from
the sergeant | said. Eyes" (which Is
the servants way out?v he asked when
the messenger had gone. l showed
him the servants way out. "Lock the
door OF your room,' says the sergeant,
"and IL anybody asks for me say I'm
in there composing my mind" He
curled up again at the corners of the
lips and disappeared.
/ walked out in the fine summer
evening, very sorry for the poor girl
and very uneasy in my mind generally
at the turn things had taken. Shortly
I again found myself face to face with
Sergeant Cuff.
81 want a little information about
the country round here" said the SER
geant.
l couldn't well object to improve Ser
geant Cuff In his geography.
us there any path in that direction
leading from the sea beach to this
house?" asked the sergeant. He point
ed as he spoke to the fir plantation
which led to the Shivering Sand.
"Yes," / said; "there is a path"
"Show It to me-"
Side by side in the gray of the sum-
mer evening Sergeant Cuff and set
forth for the Shivering Sand.
The sergeant remained silent. think
ing his own thoughts, till we entered
the plantation of frs which led to the
quicksand. There he reused himself
like a man whose mind was made up
and spoke to me again.
"Mr. B~etteredge," he said, you are
determined TO give me no information
to the prejudice of Rosanna Spearman
because she has been a good girl to
YOU and because you pity her heartily.
Rosanna Spearman is not in the slight
est danger Of getting into t%rouble-no.
Rosanna Spearman is simply an in
strument I'm the hands of another per-
son, and Rosanna Spearman will be
held harmless for that other persons
He spoke like a man in earnest.
There was no denying that. Still, l
felt something stirring uneasily against
him in my mind. Cant you give that
other person a name?" l said.
Cant you, Mr.. Betteredge?'
"No.''
Sergeant Cuff stood stock still and
surveyed me with a look of melan-
choly interest.
Its always a pleasure to me to be
tender toward human inirmity," he
said. II feel particularly tender at
the present moment. Mr.. Betteredge,
toward you. And you, with the same
excellent motive, feel particularly ten
der toward Rosanna Spearman, don't
you? Do you happen to know whether
she has had a new outfit of linen
lately?"
What he meant by slipping in this
extraordinary question was
at a total loss to imagine. Seeing no
possible injury to Rosanna if ! owned
the truth, / answered that the girl had
come to us rather sparely provided
with linen and that my lady in recon-
pense for her good conduct aid a
stress ON her good conduct-had given
her a new outfit not a fortnight since.
This Is a miserable world" says the
"But for that outht we
should have discovered Il new night
gown or p%etticoat among Rosannas
things and have nailed her In that way.
Surely you know what the girl was
about yesterday after she was taken
IN? At II on Thursday morning super
Intendent Seegrave points out TO all the
servants the smear on the door.
Rosanna has her W reasons for sus-
her own things. She takes the
first opportunity of getting to her room'
finds the paint stain ON her n~ightgown,
DR. petticoat. or what not. shams i'll ana
slips away to the town. gets the mate
for making O new petticoat or