Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1916-08-30
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Silver
Sandals
A Detective Story of Mys-
terry, Love and Adventure.
By Clinton H. Stagg
By Clinton H. Stagg
Copyright, W. ]. Watt & Co.,
international News Service.

The puzzled official agreed that it
was.
IF it's that clean" smiled Cotton.
"get around the corner and roll in the
gutter. Then slide down the alley to
our right. You'll find a small gang
of Irish kids playing there" He added
a word to clear the lines of bewilder-
ment on the district attorneys face.
MY ears are three times as sharp
as yours. l can hear them plainly.
though you can't hear sound. This
used to be a great Irish district, you
know, and several of the old families
refused to be chased away by the for
eign invasion" He spoke again to
Shrimp. Get that?"
"Yuh bet 1 did, The boys eyes
were aglow with joy. He knew that
he was going to do some of the work
he loved; real detective work, help
ing the blind man.
Fall in with them, and find out the
name of the man who guided us here.
Don't do anything else. Don't attempt
to locate him alone. If you do, I'll
never let you work on another case"
There was no mistaking the severity
of the tone. and the boy agreed Sob
erly before he darted away gleefully to
get himself as dirty as his boys heart
desired before doing his share of the
work.
Mind telling me what that means?"
asked the district attorney when the
boy had disappeared from his sight.
Did you see the man who was with
US as you Gamer"
Merely as a type of panhandler,
who had apparently been turned down
= 10 q
drink"
You only heard the end of it. He
seemed to be an official guide to Sill
yer Sandals place. 1t was when he
recognized you that he ran away with
out getting his quarter"
Recognized me-" calculated the
district attorney. 1T never deal with
his kind. There isn't one case in fifty
on which l ever go out, and - Silver
Sandals never sees any one without an
appointment"
HE was waiting for some one" de-
clared Cotton. II was the first to ar
rive. or -" The words trailed off
thoughtfully.
That's a queer one" unused the
district attorney.
! There are several queer ones. Why
should he fear you, If Silver Sandals
/ has been wonderful enough to keep
beyond the law for quarter of CEN
tury? And, speaking of queer ones,
| here's another"
He stepped from the rail against
which he had been leaning while the
| fingers of his right hand idly rubbed
the rusty iron behind him. His fingers
! touched a spot on the metal that
seemed darker than the brown rust.
The other bent down to examine it,
then Strengthened, with a sudden
whistle. Blood, by Jove."
Nv fol
mistakable silk hardness of it when
there should have been nothing but
the flacky corrosion of the iron"
Its all up the rail-" discovered the
/ official, as he walked up the steps.
Down the rail, you mean" Cotton
corrected. 1T was made by person
coming down"
"Whcre do you get that?"
Because it is on your left, and
would be on the right of one descend
ing the steps. The blood come from
the right hand of the person who left
it,"
The district attorney shook his head
helplessly. THAT Sherlock Holmes
stuff is too much for me-" he admit
ted.
Nothing OF tke Holmes type of de-
dutticn in that" Cotton deprecatea.
"I merely happen to know tnat the
person who madc it had blood on her
right Iand!"
Her" broke out the Official quich-
IL. You mean Silver Sandals"
Cotton shook his head. mo. Golden
Locks!"
Golden Locks?" The district at
torneys tone was combination OF
surprise and sudden recollection. Il
saw that name in the reports on the
clairvoyant. Golden Locks Is sup
posed to be one of the spirits she con-
trolls.
"A spirit of very healthy flesh and
blood" averred Cotton. "She was
sitting at the next table to the dead
man at the Beaumonde."
What There was distinct shoCk X
in the district attorneys tone.
True" the blind man said quietly
my secretary followed her to this
place when she left the diningroom
She came here in a car like the one
you own, and which bore the same
license number"
my carr" The explanatory ques-
tion fairly popped from the lips of the
official.
The same kind of car, with the
same license number" repeated the
blind man.
Certainly! Certainly! OF course"
There seemed almost suspicious hasti-
ness in the staccato sentences. Ap.
parently the district attorney realized
it, for he veered quickly. What die
your secretary discover"
II don't know" Cotton spoke Sob
erly.
Don't know"
HE has never returned"
Never returned?''
In the repetitions the blind mar
recognized sparring. But why should
the district attorney of New York spar
in a case like this? How could his
, automobile be connected with the
murder?
! You mean he is there yet?" asked
the attorney eagerly, with flirt of his
hand toward the green-painted door
with its heavy brass knocker.
NO. He has gone"
You don't know! You haven
looked!"
. Diagrams aren't necessary in g
case like this" the blind man saic
grimly. "A few blood spots on a rusty