Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1916-06-01

II sent you up there, Sindahr, to
watch, not to lift I told you ex.
pressly that you were not to pinch a
thing, even If the opportunity offered.
You disobeyed me. Shell out!"
II have nothing. l stole not a
thing"
Count, do you want me to send
you up the river?"
mo, no, no! Not even IL you
could do So" was the hasty but half
uncertain reply.
"Then dig down in your jeans and
cough up that cameo brooch that you
lifted tonight"
Sindahr's expressive eyes grew wide
with fear. Then, without a word OF
reply, he thrust one hand inside his
waistcoat and brought forth an article
wrapped in tissue-paper.
He passed it across the bar to
Crewe, who opened the wrapping
enough to see what it contained, then
turned and dropped it into a drawer
behind him, which he locked.
The Orientals expression was muir
again; but it changed to fear once
more as he murmured:
"You are devil yes, devil -
another silva! How could you know
about that?"
II knew. That is enough. Were
both of your pupils there?"
"Yes."
"Did they get busy? Did they
pinch anything?"
II think not. If so, did not de-
tect them"
"Was anything stolen besides tie
cameo?"
II do not think so. came away
Immediately after the supper If there
we're things missing did not hear Of
II. l was"
The front door opened, and Crewe
interrupted him sharply:
Here comes man who may ques-
tion you. Be careful what you say"
Lieutenant Muchmore strobe swift
IT, to the bar. Another plain-clothcs
man was with him.
Hello, Crewe!" he said. Toen:
"Who's your friend?"
Good evening, Muchmore. How
are you, Bunting?" Crewe replied
easily. "My friend is the celebrated
and justly renowned Professor Sim
oahr, known to the public as the
Worker of Miracles"
"And known to the police as the
slckest dip that ever happened"
Muchmore snapped out, whirling up
or the Oriental savagely.
Sindahr, however, remained appar-
emily unmoved by the statement or
the attitude of the officer. Indeed, his
tec", cleaned and his soft eyes shone
in smile that might have been ap-
preciation of the compliment.
THAT is, unfortunately. reputa-
ton that fell upon me because I
have given exhibitions of pocketpick-
ing on the STAGE" he said in his vel
voice. But / have done that
merely to teach my audiences how to
avoid the dips, as you call them. You
have no charge against me, l know"
No; l wish to Heaven / had one!
i
want to see. | had description of
you tonight, and l remembered then
that l knew you. He turned sharply
to the man behind the bar. "Crewe,"
he demanded, you have some ac-
quaintance with Moreaux, the artist,
haven't you?"
"a slight one"
He has visited your place-this
place."
Possibly. have a wretched mem
DRY, lieutenant"
well, l am going to speak to you
presently about something that you
will remember, because it happened
so recently - not much more than an
hour ago. Just now | want to know
who the new pupil was that you in
troduced TO this miracle worker the
night, or one of the nights not very
long ago, when Moreaux, the artist
visited this place"
Really, lieutenant -" Crewe be-
gan, but Muchmore wheeled again
upon Sindahr.
you know the occasion to which
refer" he snapped out. Tell me
the name of that man. You met him
in the street on the Bowery less than
week ago and talked with him. 1t
was near Houston street. Who was
he?"
MY dear lieutenant, I meet SO
very many people. How should l re-
member? And l have so very many
pupils from time to time. How should
l recall them?" Sindahr shrugged
his shoulders with gesture so inso-
lent that it angered both the officers.
AS if with one impulse, they acted.
Bunting seized his arms from be
hind. Muchmore snapped handouts
on his wrists before he suspected
their intention.
Crewe looked on without moving,
having reassumed his favorite posi-