Tulsa daily world. [volume] (Tulsa, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 1905-1919, 1917-07-22

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Can't stand It,"
"Oh, then this handkerchief isn't
yours, l suppose? Some ones evil
IDENTIFY dropped 1t and l picked 1t up"
and Charles shifted again AT the ban
danna which he had drawn from
his pocket.
At this moment Mr.. Pollock. ais
! playing marvellous expanse OF glossy
shirt front, came into the room.
Halo. Sanderson. you're back. |
see" he doomed That's splendid.
Telling Brent -the latest news from
town eh?"
NO. as a matter of fact we were
discussing perfumes" replied Charles
casually, still drawing the handker-
chief lightly across his nostrils. lie
suddenly held out toward Brent. ut
is Yours, isn't II, Brent" he asked.
Chris took the handkerchief and
inspected II blandly, but MIR. Pollock
cramming his pincenez more firmly
down on his nose darted forward.
NO, dash 1t all, it's not. That's
mine" he said, and snatched 1t from
Brents hands.
FRITZ, coming In at that moment
TO announce dinner, stopped dead, be-
reft of speech.
Dinner that night was a triumph Of
civilization. Mere animals cannot
dissemble. That is an accomplish
ment which comes with education.
And, always with the exception of
Mr. Pollock and the Myrtle, every
one at Wave Crest played part and
played 1t well during dinner. There
was probably hardly a word of truth
spoken.
After dinner the Sandersons and
fraulein gathered together for a
council OF war in the sitting room
Something tells me 1t is Brent"
declared fraulein firmly.
Fritz thought so for time" said
Charles moodily, but now he thinks
II is Pollock again. Certainly Pol
lock is quite strong and vigorous
enough to have got those plans away
from Fritz"
But If So" argued Mrs. Sanderson
why did Pollock admit that the
handkerchief was his?"
My dear mother. whoever we are
up against Is certainly no fool, and
he may have done 1t as blind. In
fact, II he did do it. claiming the
handkerchief was about the clever
est thing he could have done. The
trouble is, we are faced with the two
alternatives of Brent and Pollock.
and whichever one of them II liz must
have genius for acting. Whether II
Is Pollock's pompousness or Brenl's
fstnity that Is the mask. the finesse
OF II is simply incredible"
"Ach." said fraulein suddenly,
what about Mrs. Lee?"
Mrs Lee! I wonder. Yes,
that is quite possible idea. What
do you think, II certainly think it
might be Mrs. Lee. We know moth
ing of her. She simply sent a tele-
gram and came down"
1T is quite the type" continued
fraulein. THE charming widow,
with money, travelling alone"
And in that case" said Charles,
pursuing the idea to It's logical out
ccme. ut is probably Brent as well.
They're thick as thieves"
Mrs. Sanderson shook her head, "I
do not think So" she said. IF Il is
Mrs Lee she is very clever woman.
as well as very charming one, and
she probably hit upon Brent as her
most likely tool. You see. il was
she who taunted him into shooting
that pigeon this evening"
I'VE must make sure" said frau
lein. What about Miss Pollock, the
girl? She is In love with Brent.
Surely there is a way we can use
her"
1--WE might tell her that Brent's a
spy In the pay of the Germans" sug-
gested Charles.
Zach, she'd only laugh at u.s." said
fraulein. ut must be done better
,plained why he can't enlist Miss
Pollock must be made to think OF
that She will confront him, and II
he doesn't satisfy her."
MY dear fraulein," broke in
Charles impatiently "if Christopher
Brent represents the English intelli-
gence department. harem OF beauty
won't get the truth out OF him"
They were interrupted by Fritz,
who burst into the room obviously
In q state of great excitement
"Mr. Karl, ssair," he cried; MA
dame. de map It is dat place on the
pigeons leg. Just now have ex-
amined 1t and I find 1t has been
changed"
"Damnation" said Charles Here
give 1t to me. BY God. It is a sub
stitution. waterproof silk and all.
This proves It,"
THAT 1t is Brent?" asked frau
lein. "Ach. I am not surprised"
I'VE must muzzle him tonight"
said Charles. ''The question is how?
Getting him up to his room on some |
pretext and gagging and tying him up |
there is too risky"
"Ach. but wait" advised fraulein.
- have a plan" She folded her
little orms on the table and leaned !
forward across them to him, her |
shoulders hunched up under her
brown shawl. looking not unlike a
Dig bird Of prey, with her features
that were 80 sharp for the broad |
modelling of her face and her bright /
brown eyes.
I'VE will tell Mr. Pollock first"
she went on, "and suggest he warn |
his daughter. Pollock is magis-
rate. He doesn't love Brent and |
wants to get him out Of the way as |
much as we do. II we make out q
good case he will have him arrested
1t once on suspicion"
Whatever kind Of yarn can we
spring on Pollock?"
THE truth Is good enough for me-"
said fraulein placidly.
Tho TRUTH asked Mrs. Sander
ION.
yes. Is not Charles a servant Of
he English admiralty? Does he not
ose here valuable papers7"
by Jove. frauiein," said Charlea
you have got III" He did not ges-
like Fritz or show emotion as
'eadily a. his mother, but even he
eemed to CLEAN more with sup
PRESSED excitement, tho ne sat auits
till in his chair,