Missouri Valley times. [volume] (Missouri Valley, Iowa) 1874-1931, 1915-06-10

"Stolen!" Mrs. RheinhoIdt shreked.
had admitted Craig, take Professor
Ashleighs servant into the kitchen
and see that he has something before
he leaves for home. Now, professor,
If 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 eX
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 pair of horn
trimmed spectacles and commenced to
humble eagerly to. himself Mrs.
Rheinholdt, who did not understand
word, strolled around the apartment.
yawned and finally interrupted little
stream of eulogies, not a word of
which she understood, concerning
green beetle with yellow spots.
II am so glad you are interested.
professor" she said. "If you don't
mind, will rejoin my guests. You
will find shorter way back if 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.
II 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 warning
upon their ears-a womans cry,
cry of fear and horror. Mrs. Rhein
holdt, her hands clasping her neck,
her splendid composure thing of
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 still, quiet voice
from the outside of the little circle
interviewed.
Instruct your servants, Mr. Rhein-
holdt, to lock and bar all the doors of
the house." the professor suggested
''No one must leave it until we have
heard your mothers story"
81 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. II 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 half
way across 1t when suddenly heard
the switch go behind me and all the
electric lights were turned out. I
couldn't imagine what had happened.
While hesitated saw"
She broke down again. There was
no doubt about the genuineness Of her
terror.
IT saw pair Of hands-just hands
no arms-nothing but handsome
out of the darkness! They gripped
me by the throat, suppose 1t was
lust for second think-I lost con-
seriousness for a moment, although I
was still standing up. The next thing
/ remember is that found myself
shrieking and running here-and the
jewels are gone!"
'You saw no one?" her son asked
incredulously. you heard nothing?"
IT heard no footsteps, saw no one"
Mrs. Rheinholdt repeated. The pro-
lessor turned away.
'If you will allow me-" he begged,
II am going to telephone to my friend,
Mr.. Sanford Quest, the criminologist.
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