The Beaver herald. [volume] (Beaver, O.T. [Okla.]) 1895-1923, 1917-06-28

STATES. III
Don't deceive yourself. Every man
on the force knows II was your agent
who secretly purchased that three-hun-
dred thousand franc pearl-and-dla.
mond collar at Cottier's In Paris"
but I've quite made up my mind
never to stoop to anything SO truly
low as smuggling"
Over this vlrtuous protestation Mrs.
Merrilees pursed prim lips belled by
dancing eyes; then broke down and
Joined in a general laugh us Craven
reappeared with small dispatch box
of black metal.
"Mayn't l giggle too?" he inquired
plaintively. looking from face to face
MS he delivered the box to its owner.
NOT worth repeating" his fiancee
reported, fitting n key into the lock.
Il was merely swearing meant to be
good-when every blessed drop of
blood IN me cries out against the sim
ful extravaganza of paying duty on
this !"
opening the dispatch box, she re-
moved a handsome Jewel case of
grained morocco, unlocked this I'm turn,
and disclosed that same necklace
which Quoin had just named, watch
Ing with smile Of gratlfied vanity
the effect on her four friends.
At length, "Sixty thousand dollars7-
Quoin inquired listlessly.
MY dear man, do believe you've
seen the bill"
Smiling. the detective shook his
head.
Worth half as much again." Mrs.
Merrilees affirmed. "CottIer wanted
ninety"
"They seem perfectly matched"
Quoin pursued, knitting his brows |;
but I'd like to look ut them In a
stronger light"
Take them out into the sun, IL you
like"
Craven sat forward in nervous i'm.
patience. do be reasonable!" he ex-
postulated. "It's sheer idiocy to have
that thing up here ut all, with God
knows who spying! And there are
some queer fish aboard-eh, Quoin?"
Rather" the detective agreed
dryly.
please be advised" Craven urged.
Lock that thing up again and let me
take 1t back to the purser."
Tad, you're tiresome!" Mrs. Merri.
lees began.
But Quoin interrupted. "C,aven is
right"
"oh, we'll If you will spoil every
thing, take all the fun out of my sur
prise"
"SurpriseT Peter echoed.
Mrs. Merrilees nodded emphatically.
Look well at them, my friends; for
the minute get them through the
customs, to safe deposit they go and
there remain" She paused deliberate
ly, with challenging smile.
"Why?" Peter demanded blanlly.
Don't you ever mean to wear 'em,
Betty?"
She shook her head. "They're not
for me, Peter. If l dared smuggle,
1 should wear them, just to be sassy
about 1t. But since | don't dare,
mean to keep them for wedding pres
ent to my stepdaughter--if ever have
one" She closed the case with snap.
Lydia sat back with a little gasp,
her eyes blank with confusion. Quoin
laughed an odd, brief laugh, and
| glanced askance at Craven. This last
turned to his betrothed with star
tied gesture and lips that gaped. Pc
ter Trait alone betrayed no abnormal
emotion. Grinning cheerfully. he
watched the two women, absorbed in
each other-Lydia finding breath
enough for the protest, "But, Mrs.
Merrilees, you mustn't" the other con-
firming her intention with an emphatic
nod and the statement, "But I've made
up my mind, dear; so you may as well
give me my head. Besides. you prom
ised always to call me Betty"
Locking the metal box, she rose.
Come, Tad. owe my appetite five
more laps round the deck before lunch
con. Peter, please take this back to
the purser and get his receipt. II
you're afraid, Lydia'll go along to pro-
tect YOU"
What becomes Of me?" Quoin de-
manded with mock turbulence.
You're to walk the other side of
me-" the lady ordered imperiously,
"and help me make Tad behave"
Craven breathed heavily. "Whethei
like 1t or not" With a last reluc
tant glance at the treasure box, he
rose and somewhat sulkily prepared
TO obey orders.