Judsonia weekly advance., 1917-02-28

missing, Pat observed the butler steaithiiy leaving her boudoir at al- most the same moment.
 Hurriedly searching in the drawer of her dressing table, Pat discovered that the Jewels were gone. Her plan to furnish Sphinx Kelly with some thing to do had worked beyond her own anticipations.
 Mrs. Van Nuys was reporting the robbery to Sphinx Kelly when Pat joined the group.
 Tt is so fortunate you are here, Mir. Kelly" said Mrs. Van Nuys. "Now you can go at once to work upon the case. I'll reward you well if you re cover the jewels"
 'You are so wonderfully clever, Mir. Kelly, am sure you will find the jew els" said Pat.
 T wonder if you mean that" was Kelly's only reply, as he hurried away to examine the wall-safe and conduct an investigation.
 Pat, meanwhile, began to do some detective work on her own account. Donning light wrap to cover her eve ming gown, the girl left by an infre
 quently used door and was soon in the gardens, where bright moonlight made the surroundings almost as light as day. Pat hurried around to the servants entrance, and waited, hidden by the shrubbery, until her vigil was | rewarded by the appearance of Jacques, the butler, who hastened
 along the pathway to remote cor
 ner of the gardens.
 Pat followed speedily, but with great caution, and nearly ran into Kelly who had, likewise, started to investigate the grounds Kelly lodged into summer house, while Pat con-
 tinued on her way cautiously among
 the trees. The girl was crossing
 rustic bridge, when she heard voices below.
 At the Cafe Chat Noir, in one hour," Pat heard in voice she realized was Jacques. And as she listened her eyes fell upon man standing behind tree, who was likewise interested in the conversation that was being car.
 ried on under the rustic bridge. Well be there," said the voice strange to Pat. ''T'll take the swag and we will dispose of it there" The girl crouchel low behind the guard-rail of the bridge. The voices ceased, and Pat knew the confab be- tween the crooks was at an end. She watched the man behind the tree, as he disappeared amid the undergrowth Then Pat hurried back to the house. Excusing herself on the plea of slight illness, Pat reassured her aunt that her jewels would surely be recovered. Then entering her boudoir, she changed her evening gown to street dress, and unobserved, left the Van Nuys home, in cab, bound for the Cafe Chat Noir.
 "This will be quite an adventure, I'm thinking" Pat said, half aloud, communing with herself while the cab rattled along the deserted streets.
 There was another cab hurrying by another route to the Cafe Chat Noir. Kelly's assistant had reported to his chief, in the summer-house, the con- versation he had heard between the Apaches under the rustic bridge. And Kelly's detective instinct, suspicious of everybody, led him to expect that the pretty girl with the big blue eyes, who had taunted him in their subtle glances, might not be far away. When Pat alighted from her cab, she made her driver fulfill the final part of his bargain-she could not en- ter without an escort, and the cab man led her through the door. The unusual sight that met her gaze made Pat somewhat abashed for the mo- ment.
 Apaches in their oddly distinctive suits danced with denizens of the un- derwOrld.
 Pat and her companion moved about, the girl leading the way among the tables. Dancers bumped against them and whirled onward taking the collisions as matter to be expected. Searching the crowd as she moved about, Pats eager gaze disclosed
 Jacques at table near the edge of the space cleared for dancing.
 The girl urged her strange escort to dance, and doing all the guiding herself, Pat noted as she whirled past the table where Jacques sat, that he was showing, half concealed in the palm of his hand. something that his coarse-looking companions were eager ly interested in. Quick to form her