The Twin Falls times. [volume] (Twin Falls, Idaho) 1905-1916, 1915-02-19

janitor, who was old and nearsighted
and did not care what his tenants
business was so long as the rent was
paid in advance. All about was the ex
pert cutters machinery and parapher-
MALTA. The door had heavy bar anc
chain lock. Hidden in the wall was
small safe. Here he kept his gems
and chips" for a diamond cutter
knows the value of Chips" The cut.
ter himself was q rather frowsy look
ing old chap. He wore greasy ole
brocade dressing gown and eyeglasses
which resembled the chauffeur's Cog
giles. He finished polishing a stone
locked it up and left the room. In the
, hall outside this den was a dumb wait
er. From this he took a can of oil
and returned. He filled the lamp and
lit it. Then he sat down and smok-
ed his pipe in the attitude of waiting
for some one.
At three men arrived at the door
of the tenement They stood idly in
ne doorway for a minute and then
ducked inside.
But Jim Baird who had been fol-
lowing them steadily for an hour or
more, was quite confident that some
'Aeie in yonder tenement was the
wonderful crook diamond cutter he
had heard of so often in his masquer-
! ade as HaSsam Ali. What chance
there had been for real honest money
in that old inventor of diamonds
whose shop had been back of the
cheesemakers. But he had to go and
die.
Baird did not thrill pleasurably at
the sight of the gunman called Gyl.
He had already in his capacity OF re-
porter run up against that murderous
stoundrel, and Gyp had sworn he'd
get him.. He loitered about, wish
ing to give the rogues plenty of time.
| " nat lie wanted was a good look at
the diamond cutters shop. He had
no interest in the three crooks who
| mad shown him the way here. Two Of
them had beaten him up not more
than fortnight gone, so he was per-
fectly willing to keep out of their
way.
The crooks climbed the three flights
of rickety, creaking stairs until they
came to the lapidarys door. The gun
man used the knocker With his ma
chimes humming, the cutter could not
hear the sound of ordinary knuckles
Gyp raped three times and then SHOW
ed aside the knocker, revealing small
hole. He passed through a slip of pa
per-the same Nine Du Val had given
him-and waited.
Presently the door opened-after
| slithering of steel bars and clinking
of chains.
Got some candy for yuh, OIL gam
on" said Gyp cheerfully. "You know
who sent 'em. Seven shirt lamps,
mazda power. Take tenth of car
at off O. each. Thems tn orders"
AN | keeps tn chips
Sure! Gimme a receipt. They
love me, but they don't trust me- an
amt wantin' t. make tn tide any
higher in East river when she rolls in
t'morrer."
Then theirs some one you're afraid
Off"
"Surest thing, boz"
Hand 'em over. An say, start 'er
up. | never seen a diamond nicked
down. s5.4- 47-,-
Jus to please the ladies!" cried
the lapidary, going to his machine.
1t took long time for his friends to
come down, thought Baird. Finally he
determined to risk meeting them He
entered the building and tiptoed up the
stairs. The burr of machinery caught
his ear, and he knew that he need not
go any farther. He tried the door
Knob, but only half heartedIy. Such a
door would never be unlocked. Then
he heard voices. All were there yet.
If he could but find rope! He peek
ed into the dumb waiter and found an
unused coil of manila hemp on the
top of it. Just what he wanted. Next
he hunted around for the scuttle lad
der and crept up on to the roof. He
tied the rope to a chimney and gent
ly lowered himself down to the Iapi-
dary's window. Nothing doing there
blinds We're closed He could see four
men, but could not distinguish any
features. And what he wanted most of
all was one good look at the man who
pared fortunes from diamonds as it |
We're. He wanted this knowledge
keenly. All! He was turning; the |
light was striking his face. 8
Baird drew himself up quickly regain
ed the hall, and stole down into the |
street. If Hunts private rogues' gall |
lery held no likeness of this cutter
then 1t was a find, a SCOOP He set |
out for Hunts office at once, knowing
that he had a fair chance of catching
n.
Sure enough, Hunt was at work. |
Storm had gone home, and Baird was
rather glad to have missed him. Not |
that he disliked the young lawyer;
rather that he envied him his good |
luck. Zudora Keene was the kind of !
a woman who led men to great endeav-
ors. Was it not due to her that he
had chosen the straight and narrow
way and was making good at it? There
was one thing; Zudora must never,
never know the role he played. When |
Hassam Ali died his double had gone
with him.
Say, Baird, you're just the chap / |
want to see. Did you ever do any
corresponding in that Hassam Ali
gamer" asked Hunt.
How do you mean?" returned Baird
rather disheartened Here was Hunt
ressurrecting the dead!
~ mean, did you evereanswer or re-
ceive letters addressed to him when
he was too i'll to attend to them?"
eyes I"