The Prescott daily news., 1915-04-27
Hang the bell" he growled.

nv SHtu M Lue. Du val cOVeTtlV. She did not appear to exhibit any particu. lar regret at the interruption.
 As a matter of fact the sight of her visitor relieved her. Radcliffe was persistent wooer. and rebutfs seemed to have no other effect than to redouble his ardor.
 She ordered the footman to take away the harp and bring the cards and card tables
 While we wait" she said, we might as well while away the time pleas antly."
 The fountain tinkled as usual. From time to time Mime. Du Val sent glance toward it
 All at once the jet of water flew at a tangent Radcliffe rose and touched the knob, lifting the panel which dis closed the secret elevator.
 Three hard visaged men stepped into the room, blinking after their long bur- row through the dark tunnels.
 One of them was dressed in the tiashy manner so dear to our native product-the gun man.
 His name was Gyp, and, though he was not aware of it, he was on the short road to certain unenvied chair.
 There was something in his eyes that reminded you of the hyena. But a trained hyena has marketable dual. ity.
 Ike" said Radcliffe, when you en- ter this house take off your hat The next tlme I'll mash 1t down over your lamps."
 All right, cap. Tn light blinds ma when 1 comes in here. an forget. We'll. we're ready Mime. Du Val shrugged and crossed over to the gem vault. She despised these tools, but in crime one has to take what tools one can.
 And there was always the possibility of these low brutes speaking incau- tiously during some drinking bout
 She brought the little box of gems back. Then Radcliffe drew the sign on piece of paper-a heart with a dagger running through it.
 This was kind of key that would open certain door The initials of each were then written within the heart, which was surrendered to Gyp.
 This sort of business was after his own heart He did not like directness except when he struck, after the fash, ion of his prototype, the rattlesnake,
 About that same Nour, half after s, Detective Hunt was going carefully over package of partly burnt letters, those rescued from Hassam Ais house before the fire got beyond control.
 He was studying each bit of paper with scrupulous care The door open ed. He looked up impatiently
 "Oh, Storm. Come in; interesting work here, but haven't found any thing worth a wooden toothpick."
 "l want you to look at this, Hunt said Storm, producing the burnt piece he had shown Zudora that afternoon.
 "IIuml Where did you find It."
 'In the cellar of the burnt house"
 "Uhuh." He searched it thoroughly under his magnifying glass. Haven't come across any mate to it. Come! Dig into these and see what you can find"
 By and by he came upon a half burnt letter that made him sit up with jerk. Then he laughed shortly, Mime Du."
 John, did Hassam Ali know a wo- man by the name of Mme. Dug"
 Mime. Du? Not that I'm aware of but he knew Mime, Du Val"
 "Ah, see." Then the detective stacked those letters he had gone through and picked up his pipe Queer old codger, that Hassam Ali These scraps of paper prove to me that crooks are the most credulOus people in the world"
 What do you mean by that?"
 Well. he seemed 10 know some of the biggest in the country, and they always went to him when in doubt Evidently thought he could look into the future and tell them whether they'd go to jail or not Crooks are peculiar people, believe me, boy. Now let's go out and get n bite somewhere. I've been cramped up in this caboose since 8 this afternoon"
 Nothing about the diamonds?"
 Not an eyelash. But there's vague mention of couple of tons of gold"
 "What?'
 Gold. But whose it is or where it is, nix shops closed for the night. But there's one thing. There's some fancy diamond smuggling going on and some fancy diamond cutting besides. And your Uncle Dudley's going to nall 'em one of these days"
 And that fancy diamond cntter him.