The Julesburg grit-advocate., 1916-03-09

Yes. The word was out OF his lips
before wonder entered his mind.
Nov. how did you get that-wha l
was thinking of! You make me won
der II there amt something In your
mediumship"
WELL" said Rosalie. when you're
left an orphan at twelve-there Amt
much choice. Professor Vango adopt
ed me-my mother was In his circle.
Old fake! But he had mediumship.
too; an he tho,sSht. an I thought, he
brought somethin' out OF me. Anyhow.
l saw things. So became a medium.
like you became q cop-because it hap
pened that way. Sometimes" added
Rosalfe. drawing all sting from her
words by fash of her dimples. Il
think you're awful stupid. Martin Nc
Gee. an sometimes I think you're .
wonder. Its generally according to
whether or no you agree with me. A.
you mostly do. generally call you .
wonder. An you've got Eet-there be-
sides. Slow. but you do get there"
This bit Of conversation fulfilled Ro-
sales purpose. It turned the sub
1ect from herself to Inspector Mc0ee's
self; and she knew from . life Of e.
pertence that no man lives who can re-
sist that lure.
How do you feel about mo today ?"
he asked with heavy male coquetry.
Il haven't made hp my mind today"
she said, but it's veerin' toward the
stupid" She crossed the room and
fumbled with the catch OF the south
window. He rose heavily to help her.
mo, thank you!" she said. mo.
thank you. want to look over this
fire escape. I'm that old can't 90 up
modest-lika It's enough to have the
stenographers rusberin' from these
windows. without you"
However, she managed with sur
passing lightness the step from the
window to the iron stairway, with a.
tonfshing grace the ascent. She
threaded 1t to its top. viewing it all in
general way. Their she stopped, ma
king . picture Of herself as she bal.
anced on the landing, and pulled out q
wire hairpin. This universal imple-
ment of the sex she twisted to suit
her purpose, and began Flow descent,
picking at the intdrstices Of the iron.
So she worked downward nearly one
hight before she came to = cake of
dirt in corner of the iron steps. She
brushed it away and discovered little
irregularity In the metal. She picked
at this with her twisted hairpin. 1t
proved to be loop of steel, somewhat
spotted. but still bright She hooked
the pin into the loop. and pulled. Some
thing gave way. Out of very small
hollow in the iron step. which seemed
like bubble left in the process of
casting. came little hard ball. She
rubbed 1t with her hands, and polished
1t with her handkerchief.
1t was 4 red shoe button.
Rosalie fingered 1t. and glanced up-
ward. musing. Above. the iron stair
way ran straight to the windows of the
lumber room. And that was the only
window from which 1t could have fall
en- in such fashion as to strike the fire
escape. She knew from Mrs. Moore
that this room had been used for stor-
age during all of the last year. II q
previous tenant dropped 1t, the lac.
Quer would be gone or tarnished by
now. The other windows on the fourth
floor were cut off from view of the fire
escape by an irregularity of the wall
From those windows. one could scarce.
ly have thrown the button and hit that
spot on the fire escape-"let alone
droppin' It." thought Rosalie.
Rosalie wrapped the button in her
handkerchief and continued her search.
Nothing heavier than straws and
scraps Of paper.
We'll, you never can tell" she said
to herself as she Strengthened up on
the landing before Captain Hanska's
window; lets see-who in my house
ever wears
She stopped all motion here: and
since there was no need for conceal.
ment. her face showed the shock
which she felt Her eyes widened:
her jaw dropped.
"um-hum!' she buzzed with the tone
OF one who gathers the straws Of sus-
plcion into sheaf of fact
"Um-hum!"
And Just then the voice Of Inspector
MCGEE doomed from within.
Pretty near through?" he asked.
Much as want" replied Rosalie,
voice and face falling at once into In
difference. rs there a place to wash
in this house? Water amt turned of
yet? All right"
When. ten minutes later, she re-
turned from the lavatory, marvelously
freshened in appearance. the inspector
awaited her In the lower hall.
Il may be wanting to come again, +"
she said. viii you let the cops know"
Well. how do stack today!" asked
Martin McGee. smart or stupid?"
Kind Of between" jabbed Rosalie,
but edgin' toward stupid still" She
smiled again over her shoulder; a dim
pie played and then another; a lock
of hair fell from its fastening over her
cheek