Hopkinsville Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 1889-1918, 1915-08-21
WESTERLY AND HIS PAL
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BY vANE THOMPSON.

: girl 1.-THE and brown and gypsy-look
ing, paused TO gaze down at him.
She was still regarding the sleeper
with speculative interest when two
men stepped quickly out of the
thicket.
} One of them caught the girls shout
der in rough grasp. The other Gov
cred Westerly with a gun and kicked
him into wakefulness
i Caught you. haven't wei" jeered
one OF them.
There was a flash of silver stars
beneath coat lapels and one OF the de-
tectives condescended to explain the
situation.
ITO begin with, Wickes," he said
coolly, "of course you know what
we're after"
MY name isn't wickes," returned
the other calmly.
"Oh. well, of course you'll deny IT.
Call yourself John Doe IL you want
to-and your pal here, call herself
Jane Doe, II she likes it better"
Pail" echoed the man and girl In
unison. why, we are strangers!"
Can it," said the detective with
a rude laugh. I've got your. descrip-
lions here somewhere. You're wanted
for the Redman jewel robbery"
The girl uttered a sharp cry and
then was silent.
Westerly laughed outright, but he
watched the girl with curious eyes.
"Oh, you come along. You can
talk it over at headquarters" And
Westerly and the girl we're hurried
to a waiting motor car and whirled
cityward.
Westerly watched the girl with
growing curiosity. She did not look |
like a criminal, although the detec-
tives insisted upon calling her French |
Mary. She sat close Tipped with an |
air of aloofness that puzzled her COM
panions.
AS Westerly studied her profile he
noted that underneath the. golden
tan was a clear white skin, her fea-
lures were regular, the contour of
her face exquisitely dainty. Her hair
was a misty black cloud beneath an
ancient panama hat. Her skirt and
blouse of tan linen were muddy and
stained, and her little brown hands
were scratched and soiled. On one
finger blazed a superb emerald.
Westerly's eyes widened. The
story of the Redman emerald had |
appeared in every newspaper, to-
gether with the list of missing jewels.
And this girl was wearing 1t openly.
brazenly.
One Of the detectives laughed
harshly and touched the ring.
The girl drew her hand away with
a naughty gesture.
Please do not touch me again." she
What fine airs!" sneered the dis
comfited official. And what jewels
night you be wearing Mr. John Doe?"
He turned to Westerly. u
III show you when we face the Y
thief" said Westerly grimly. III
The girl turned and looked at him ;,
Perhaps she studied his
clean-cut face with its close-lipped ?
mouth and quiet gray eyes too long, Ii
for when Westerly encountered her O
gaze she blushed holly and turned c
away
They reached headquarters and
soon faced the chiefs keen scru- I
tiny.
What the dickens, men," he be-
gan, and then became watchfully
silent
slippery Wickes and his pal,
French Mary-wanted for the Redman
robbery" announced the detective
{
"Yep-caught with the goods on.
Show the chief your emerald, my
LADY,"
The girl laid her little soiled hand
on the chiefs big one.
rs this the Redman emerald?" she
coolly said. I've worn it for years.
1t belongs to mel"
Go on" he said to her, tell me
who you are and how you happened
to be caught?"
The girl laughed unsteady. why,
I am Cynthia Redman." she said. Il
knew this man must be innocent of
the robbery, for this afternoon my
fathers coachman made q full con-
fession Of the crime and restored the
stolen property"
The crestfallen detectives looked
upon Westerly as a remaining prop |
to their oficial dignity.
SHALL we run this fellow in?" one
asked.
"Oh, run yourselves in for a pair Of
numskullsl" snapped the chief. Cant |
you recognize one of your own police
commissioners?
Westerly, at your service"
grinned the dusty man. 81 was try
ing to find the Redman place-wanted
to do a little sleuthing myself"
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