Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1916-09-21
S ilv e r
Sandals
A Detective Story of Mys-
terry, Love and Adventure.
By Clinton H. Stagg
Copyright, w. J. Watt & Co.,
Continued From Yesterday
Copyright, w. J. Watt & Co..
International News Service.

in the pockets?" he wanted to know.
"Funny thing!" A jerk OF the
keepers thumb ordered an attendant
to shove the body back into place, anu
he led them to the rag room' y, WIZ the
the clothes of bodies found IN the
river are kept for the identihers OF
bodies. An envelope yielded rusty
kew. a few coins. Then q grunt OF
satisfaction from the custodian OF the
morgue He held out silver featneT'
"In his inside pocket he explained.
"Musta stole it. Pretty thing, amt
it?"
The district attorney took 1t. 1t
was a beautiful piece of work: A per-
| feet feather of FURNISHED silver, the
size of a crows feather.
That's what want! The district
attorney put out his nand, and the
morgue-keeper gave 1t up "lthout
question.
you're all right" he grinned.
Election wasn't far away.
Thanks" The district attorney
turned on his heel, and hurried out.
Thames followed him silently. He was
merely background. and he resented
1t a bit. "A stop at the Beaumonde
next" the official said as they were
again in the automobile.
Silence marked the trip. The dis
| trict attorney was too greatly pre-
occupied to talk. Sydney Thames was
too busy with his own thoughts to
listen. In the hotel lobby small
group of newspaper men hurried for
ward. The official waved them aside.
Nothing doing." he snapped out. at
variance with his usual smile.
Can I see Manager Carl?" he ask
| ed the clerk.
Cant be disturbed! The man at
the desk was plainly following an ex-
plicit order.
1--WE got to see him.
The tone made the clerk wilt bit,
but not much. Cant do it," he de-
clared. MY job means something to
me-"
where is he?"
'In his room, and it's worth any
hotel job in New York to wake him
wait minute!" He reached in the
that came an hour or so ago"
The district attorney read it,
whistled. and passed it to Thames,
who read:
Never mind Carl. Have you clean
ed up Wall Street end Sydney knows
| rest
The clerk put in word of explain
alton. Mr.. Cotton tried to get Carl,
but we had orders not to disturb him
for the president himself. He left
that message for you"
'All right Again Sydney found
himself following the silent official.
The district attorney seemed more
than puzzled; he was perturbed.
Something was wrong! The hypersen-
sitive Sydney felt 1t. The attitude of
the district attorney was unnatural.
strained.
"What does Cotton want at the
house?" the district attorney asked.
1.-THE girl, the crow, and a feather"
Sydney answered.
1.-The girl! What girl?" demanded
the official jerkily.
'The one who sat at the table next
to the dead man." Sydney had learn
ed that from the boy.
"Jove! Did he locate her?" The
district attorney turned to stare.
Thames shrugged his shoulders
She is at the house. How she got
there 1 don't know"
Funny he told me nothing of it,"
unused the district attorney. His voice
became harsh with impatience But
what the devil is this crow-feather
part of the case? l don't understand
it."
Cotton does!" Thames snapped it.
The blind man knew what he was do
ing. The fact that any one could
imply that he didn't was enough to
arouse Sydneys ire always.
There was no further talk. They
reached the brownstone house. 1t
was Sydney who led the way this
time. 1t was the district attorney
who followed at his heels. John open
ed the door. Sydney hurried past
him. He wasn't going to miss the
chance of seeing Nadine. A knock.
stopped short on the threshold
Before the desk stood the two girls.
Behind them stood The Fee. Perched
on the telephone was a big, black
crow; the crow he had last seen on the
grinning skull in the room of velvet
while the woman with the age-old face
and the terrible eyes had advanced to-
ward him. AS he took the first step in
the direction of the desk the crow
Tapped its wings, stretched its neck.
and screamed:
"Poughkeepsie! Pough- -kee-psie!"
Some kink in the birds brain seem
ed to straighten as he took another
step: 1t flew from its perch and wild
iy clrcied the room, screeching:
George Nelson! Waiter! Age
twenty-seven!"
You've frightened it again." The
words came from the lips of the girl
with the FURNISHED gold hair who
STOOD beside Nadine Nelson. The great
| hazel eyes stared at him. She was
dressed in simple blue-tailored dress
tnat brought out the soft lines of her
S'AaA'' Sii ii.'i i6 oi Cs IlldIlSS
know that it was one of Madness
dresses that she had sent for the min
ute she had seen the clothes the other
girl wore. He just saw it as a pretty
setting for the girl with the face of a
young Greek goddess and the square
little chin. And this was the girl who
was connected with the murder of the
man in the restaurant!
Nadine slipped her arm from about
the other girls waist "Are vo,, raa dv
to go?' she asked eagerly Are you
ready to take us to Mr.. Cotton ?"
"Gee! 1 hope sol" the irrepress-
ible Shrimp broke in. "I fixed the
wires, an Mister Colton's been talkin
to us. He wants yuh and the distri't
attorney to hurry. He knows where
the murderer is an he wants yuh to
help get him."
He knows where he is?" The dis
trfct attorney spoke for the first time
since he had entered the house. The
words were accompanied by an eager
nervous glance toward the telephone
that puzzled Sydney Thames nightly.
CHAPTER XIX
Speed laws ceased to exist. Traffic
regulations meant nothing. Police
men scowled ferociously, took a step
forward with upraised hand. then
stepped back suddenly as the hand
dropped to salute. The district at
torney of New York was on official