Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1916-06-08

Do you know its wonderful value?"
Certainly"
"You intend to keep it all for your.
self?"
mo. Some day / will return 1t to
| its rightful owner--we will say be-
cause it is an heirloom, and because
am sentimental"
"When-when will you return it"
"Sindahr, you wish to go after It
again, don't you. Don't worry. / shall
| lock it away somewhere, in safety, for
year or two O. three, and then, af.
| ter you have been electrocuted for
| somebody's murder, or are in prison,
we will say, / will claim a reward for
| Its return"
"Crewe, you make me hate you,
and my hatred is sometimes danger.
ous," Sindahr muttered in a low tone
"Yes; you are like your native
cobra-filled with venom. Good night
Report to me or to Christy every
day"
"Wait. Tell me one thing that ]
must know"
"Well?"
"Were you there at the wedding
reception tonight?"
"Sindahr, alias Count Sucini, / am
everywhere"
Crewe motioned to him to begone
and stood and watched him until he
was nearly to Sixth avenue; then,
with something like a sigh and a
shrug, of his shoulders, he started
swiftly away.
He knew that he had been followed
a great many times by frequenters OF
his cafe and by shadows" from tho
detective bureau when he left his
place late at night. One class was as
eager as the other to discover what
haunts this man of mystery frequent.
ed at such times.
They suspected that he maintained
a home elsewhere than above his re-
sort, and the police were not more
eager to discover it's location than
were the crooks themselves.
But he had many and devious
methods of avoiding the would-be
shadowers, and had always success
fully eluded them. Nevertheless, he
had never reckoned upon a man OF
exactly the calber and type of Lieu
tenant Philip Muchmore.
For Muchmore was and is an ef
| ficient officer-a detective by instinct
But for his fiery temper which in
| cessantly got the better of his juGg
ment, he would have been great long
| before now. In his calm moments he
| reasoned logically and was apt to hit
very closely to the bull's-eye in his
conclusions.
When Muchmore drove with Mr.
Delorme in his car to headquarter.
earlier that night they had been turn
ed aside by an obstruction in The
street and so fate had willed tha
OF the tall studio building at the YER!
moment when the man with the blenl
ished face came out of it.
Muchmore, down at Crewe's, hat
been subjected to a calling down
which he little relished.
|
such a fury of anger that even hi
side-partner, Sam Bunting, could d.
nothing with him, and after severa
vain attempts to reason with him
had given it up.
But the two stuck together, never
theless, and gradually the rage of th
lieutenant cooled and he became hi
normal, courteous, gentlemanly sci
again.
SAM" he said, at is my opinion
that there is something doing be
tween Crewe and that artist. Don
ask me what it is, for l can't ever
guess. But it is a fact that Moreau,
mentioned the name of Crewe at leas
twice while he was at Delorme's tC
night.
"And it is fact that / saw Grew
coming out of the studio buildin
where MoreauX has his studio only
short time after Moreaux must hav
arrived there himself. And Gre,
had key to the nameless street door
Now none but blue-stocking tenant
are allowed key TO building lik
that"
"Well, what's the answer" BuE'
ing inquired.
"rhis: Crewe was there, waitin
fol MoreauX. Crewe could have de
parted by the Blank street door witt
out a key, and it was so late tina
there would have been no danger i
doing so. But, Moreaux must hay
given Crewe his key to the rear doc
and therefore, don't you see? Mo
eaux expects Crewe to return ther
again tonight. Anyhow, that's n
= hunch, and am going up there"
Crewe approached the studio built
iEg in due time after his parting wit
Sindahr. The street called Nameles
seemed deserted when he turned int
II and hurried with swift steps tc
. ward the door of the studio building