The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1916-02-17
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!: kATnARIHE'S DISCOVERY /
BY LOUISE OLIVER.
OBSERVATION-DISCLOSURES

Katharine, young, pretty and impress
sionable, exclaimed eXcitely: Mother,
you ought to read this account OF the
way the jewels were stolen at the Ter
ricott dinner-the one they gave for
Don Pedro SavelH. The thief, it seems,
got into the house some way when
everyone was in the dining room and
hid in the music room until the WON
en- came in. They were alone, having
left all the men at the table with their
cigars. So the bandit stepped from be-
hind curtain, hourished two auto
mates, and the ladies laid their jewels,
even their wedding rings, in neat lit
tie pile on table. The bandit
masked, of course-put them into his
pocket, stepped out of French win
dow on to a balcony, and that was the
last of him. When the men came in,
the women, jewelless, were in various
stages of collapse. The thief made
clean getaway. No clue at all for the
police"
Mrs. Kendall looked impressed. I've
always said, Kitty, that it is an i'll
wind that blows no one any good.
Wasn't it mercy that our machine
broke down on the way home from
Fairoaks in the afternoon SO that we
were too late to go? OF course, your
father was dreadfully disappointed.
He's sc anxious for you not to miss an
opportunity to"
Katharine interrupted her hastily.
Yes, know, mother, please don't say
it.. Don Pedro likes my looks and be-
cause he's rich father has set his heart
upon me marrying him.
We'll, he has been a good friend to
your father, Kitty, getting him such
large holdings in the Mexican mines
that promise so well.
Katharine got up rebelliously Don't
let us talk any more about it, mother.
I'm going out for walk on the beach"
Down by the water, with the strong
sea breeze blowing her hair and the
roar Of the breakers in her ears, Kath-
arine forgot all about the Spaniard
and her mothers words. For the first
time that day she was alone, and now
she dared to think of young man re-
Gently arrived at the hotel whose
name she did not even know.
The sky grew cloudy and the wind
blew cold and strong. Around a curve
Of the beach a sudden blast almost car
ried her off her feet. She would have
turned to go back, but just ahead CT
her was a nan reading in spite Of the
threatened storm. The silhouette
looked familiar. In fact, she was GER
tain it was the very man Of whom she
was thinking. She changed her mind
about going back and kept on, but be-
fore he had seen her at all, he dropped
the book and started away in the oppo-
site direction, disappearing between
some rocks along the shore.
Katharine picked up the book. 1t
was a geographical guide and as the
wind whipped over the leaves she saw
the name James Sinclair on vacant
page
James Sinclair-the name seemed
familiar she had heard it recently.
Where could it have been? She had
seen it In print-that was i'll And
then it flashed over her memory that
the last paragraph of the article she
had read her mother about the Terri
colt robbery had closed with: THE po-
lice suspect James Sinclair, known as
Featherfoot Jim, of having something
to do with the affair. So clever is he
in his methods and DISCUSSES that he is
known as the Arsene Lupin Of Amer.
lea"
At dinner the young man was In his
usual place and Katharine had way
of knowing that he was handsomer
that evening than any man she had
ever seen-all without bestowing
single glance in his direction.
The Spaniard was saying in his
slow, hating English: Yes, Donna
Katharine, | am glad you were not at
tho dinner last night. You would
have lost those lovely pearls that look
so wonderful on your neck. And all
those pretty rings."
You're right it's a good thing!'
agreed her father. with most of
my money tied up in that new scheme
Of yours it might have been some
time before Kitty and her mother
could get new jewels"
Later Katharine wandered toward
the music room alone. Her thoughts
were still busy with her discovery.
She heard no football on the thick
oriental rug in the corridor, and she
was astonished when man suited his
| step to hers, close behind her
GO right on please" he said even
People must think you know me. Go
some place where we can talk alone"
And not until they were seated
quite alone did she face him. Now,
Mr. Sinclair, what do you want?"
His establishment was apparent,
PerpleXity then amusement showed
in his eyes. Jim Sinclair! How
do you get that"
From the book you dropped on the
| beach today"
THAT wasn't my book. But, never
mind, I'll explain. Miss Kendall, your
| Spanish friend is James Sinclair, alias
a hundred things. | am Dick Blasdell,
| Of the secret service. My unpleasant
| duty mere is to arrest your friend. /
want you to tell your parents, for we
arc taking your Spanish nobleman
away tonight. And am going TO ask
| ii, after this duty is performed, may