Montgomery County sentinel. [volume] (Rockville, Md.) 1855-1974, 1916-09-29
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to him that l am guiltleSS In the mat
ter of the amber necklace. Also help
me to find the real thief!'
"You are sure that we can fasten the
guilt upon simpson,"
positive" said the other confident
ly. Can you come home with me now.
Mr.. HarleyT"
Harley was thoughtful for few
moments staring at the pale, anxious
face of his client
Suddenly he jumped up and reached
for his hat and overcoat, Let us go
now, Mr.. Donnay. My car Is at the
door"
Five minutes later they We're speed
ing uptown to the quiet cross street
where the Donnays lived.
During the ride George Harley learn
ed that the household consisted mereS
ly of Colonel Donnay and his grandson,
Gerald, and that the colonel was en-
joying his usual health.
When they mounted the brownstone
steps OF the mansion the door opened,
and a manservant presented himself.
He was a quiet, middle aged man with
grazing hair and rosy cheeks and
trustful eyes.
"The valet simpson, attending the
door during another servants absence"
guessed Harley, and he was right.
my grandfather Simpson" de-
handed Gerald sharply.
Taking nap. Mr.. Gerald, and he
begs not to be disturbed"
every good Now, Mr.. Harley, sup
pose we go up to the top floor" said
Gerald rs he led the way up several
flights OF richly carpeted stairs to the
top floor Of the house.
"This Is the museum" he announced,
opening a narrow iron door at the
head of the last staircase, "and here IL
the place from which the amber neck
lace was stolen"
George Harley glanced around at the
rich collection OF antiques which
crowded the cases and walls Of the
narrow gallery. Then he stared down
at the velvet lined tray where the am
Der necklace had temptingly lain.
"Where Is Simpsons roomT asked
the lawyer.
"On the floor below-in the wing.
will lead you there"
Gerald Donnay started for the door,
but George Harley stopped to pick up
n small pale yellow object from the
floor under the case He slipped It into
his pocket and smiled strangely.
On the winding stair he picked up
another one and was equally reticent
about its finding. Gerald Donnay led
the way along narrow hall to door
at tho end which gave upon the cor
ridor of the wing where the servants
were quartered.
Here IL Simpsons room" he said,
throwing open door.
Harley was rising from picking up II
third bead, and he did not detect the
triumphant smile that lighted the
young mans face.
1t took them but five minutes to
search the prim belongings OF Abel
Simpson, and It was absurdly plain
that the old valet was a clumsy thief.
The amber necklace, n tumble Of scat
tered beads, was found In box Of col
lars, half concealed by package Of
letters from Simpsons English friends.
"What did tell your demanded
Gerald breathlessly.
"Where is the pendant-the canary
diamondT
"Jove! II has disappeared! The old
rascal has recognized Its value and un.
doubtedly concealed II. wonder what
grandfather will say nowW chuckled
the young man.
"He will feel bad to think that Simp.
son has deceived him, has been faith,
less after ALL" suggested the lawyer.
"Of course you know this means i'm
prisonment for Simpson"
Gerald WINGED "Of course GRANDPA
Their will never prosecute him." he said
hastily. AT least ! can prove that |
am innocent" he ended IN nm injured
tone.
IL hope 80" was Harlcy's dry reply
as they left the room. NOW, Mr.. Don
nay" he resumed briskly. "show me
the location OF your own room and that
Of Colonel DOnnay, If you please"
Somewhat reluctantly Gerald Don
nay pointed out his own bedroom, n
large front apartment on the same
floor as the servants wing. II was
luxurlously furnished and bore EVIL
dence that Gerald DOnnny possessed
an indulgent grandparent.
This IL my room" said Gerald I'm
patiently, ms they entered the room.
"There can't be anything to interest
you here, Mr.. Harley"
The afternoon was closing In, and
the room was growing dim.
"Would you mind making light,
Mr.. DonnayT said the lawyer quietly.
When Gerald Donnay switched on
the electric lights and turned around
II was 10 face the muzzle Of George
TIarley's automatic pistol.
The young mans face was n study
In expression as his long jaw slowly
dropped and his pale eyes started from
their sockets. Slowly, his shaking
hands were lifted above his head
Don't Bhootw he said weakly.
II won't-providcd you hand over
that diamond pendant" ordered Har-
ley, poking the nose Of his weapon into
Gerald's thin back. And when the dla-
hoDd pendant had been removed from
the mattress, where Gerald had sewn
1t, md Harley had placed II In his
pocket, the lawyer said to the cringing
thief; "Now, forget that we discovered
the broken necklace In Simpsons room.
Remember that you placed II there,
and also remember that the beads
which you planted 10 cleyerly that
they marked n trail from the museum
to simpsons room, were your undoing.
They are also scattered nlong the hall
from the Wallets room 10 your door
fhis van did mot Lnowl NOw shall wa