Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1916-10-04
Continued From Yesterday

But I'm the devil when I get an
idea in my head. They don't come
often, maybe so when l get one l hate
to let it go. Well anyhow. l had a
hunch that the three things belonged
together. Did events prove me right
or not? Well, you know l haven't
exactly hated my mind since then.
To go back to Miss Hazeltine. She
was looking better. She put the mir
ror back with a quick glance at me
to see If I'd seen anything. But. of
course, l hadn't.
talk to Sis, you're in trouble and
what it is is none of my business.
don't want to know we'll. that's
not quite the truth I do want to
know, awfully. But I'll go away and
forget about it is you'll say the word.
Only. of course. I'd a good bit rather
hang around and help"
! Something has gone wrong" she
confessed. But nobody can help. Mr..
Oliver. It's too late"
Let me try" I urged. II only
play when there's nothing else to do.
You give me half a chance and I'll
show you hundred and sixty pounds
of uselessness getting useful"
Gee, she was pretty. If she had
only smiled!
The whole thing was queer. A fell
low couldn't look at her and connect
her, even remotely, with crime, and
yet-suddenly it occurred to me that
she might have had a lover mixed up
in last nights business. 1t took the
snap out of me for minute. But 1t
was unlikely She'd hardly have been
looking for him in tree!
| Old Boisseau ambled back, and he
was groaning. He held out the morn
ing papers. The whole thing was
there, and he was seeing ruin in let
ters foot high. l gave one paper
to Miss Hazeltine and took another
The heading was Million Dollar Rob-
berry," and the matters pearls were
there, in good company. Poor mater!
| Boisseau stood muttering over my
shoulder. l could hear him gulp now
and then. He was on the verge of
Mysteries. Suddenly he stopped and
took a quick step around the table
Little Miss Hazeltine was in a dead
faint in her chair.
What do you think of it now? Some
mixup, eh. what?
She was long time coming around
! What with fatigue and worry. the
poor kid was about all in. 1t gave me
turn. I'd never seen a girl faint.
It was when 1 was dabbing ice water
on her temples, which I'd read some
where was the thing to do. that I hap
pened. to look up and the n. c.. was
standing by, watching.
How doth the little busy bee i'm
prove each shining hour" he said
with a grin. You start your DAYS
early, Mr.. Ollie. Or don't you go
to bed?
You go to the dickens" I said.
He glanced at Miss Hazeltine.
Better get the girl away" he said,
in nasty voice. she's only drunk
/ Boisseau has his hands full now, with
out"
l couldn't help it. The swine! I'd
had my eyes on that jaw of his from
the time he began to wag it, I
caught him on the very tip of it. 1t
table. I spoiled perfectly good ten
mis- hand on him. But it was worth
all it cost.
Say, for a minute that place looked
like morgue, with the N. c. on his
back and Miss Hazeltine flat on three
chairs. And at that they brought the
policeman through the lobby on
| hospital stretcher. Honest, it was
almost funny.
He got up, and I'll say this for
him. he was mad, but he was game.
II didn't think you had it in you,
Mr.. Gray" he said. "And if I made
mistake about the young lady, I'm
sorry. But that's not an apology to
you. It's to her."
He went out after the policeman,
and 1 scarcely saw him again until
the night father sent for him, and he
nearly dropped that low jaw of his
when he saw the suitcase on the table
and every missing thing in it but Olive
Thomas sapphire bracelet. But that
I belongs further on.
1 took Miss Hazeltine home. 1t was
after by that time. The taxi went
along the street where the thing had
happened to Martin and me, and al
| though it was late to expect to pick
up any clews l stopped the car and
got out. The taxi was still jammed
against building with a policeman
on guard and about a dozen young
sters with schoolbooks standing
around.
The only thing I got out of my ex-
animation I'd known before. The
engine had died, but the gear lever
was still in the high speed. That and
the taximeter registering 80 cents was
all l made out of it. There was an
other clew there, as clear as daylight
Afterward, when I knew the whole
story, l went over that taxicab and
there 1t was. But 1 never even saw
1t, and II | had L suppose I'd not
nave attached any significance to it
1t wasn't a thumb print. 1t was a lot
more obvious than that But the po-
lice didn't notice it either, so we start
ed even.
No, I'm not going to tell it. That
would blow the whole show. The
way to write this sort of thing is To
tell only part of what you know and
spring the rest at the end. 1t keeps
people reading. Well,
AS | was about to go back to Miss
Hazeltine in the taxi I saw Martin.
1t was too late to sidestep him.
Now Martin liked Miss Hazeltine
pretty well. I'd never thought about
1t before, but the minute 1 saw him
knew he'd offer to take her home. and
ask a lot of fool questions, too. So
l waited for him.
bad business, Ollie" he said. look
ing at the wreck. "I haven't been IN
bed"
Pretty bad" 1 agreed.
I've been looking up the chant
feur's people, or trying to. He doesn't
seem to have left family ANYHOW.
The other case Is worse"
The other case ?"
The woman. She was an office
cleaner somewhere. Leaves four
kids" ui
I'd never even thought of the wo-
man. / felt rather ashamed. esne-
cially when 1 found he'd been to the
tenement where she had lived
Il expect the governor would come
over with a check" 1 said. .ewbere
does she live ?"