The Jasper news., 1917-08-09

lady wants to ask you something"
In lower tone he added, you're the
best little diplomat ever. I'll be CRATE
full as long as live" And rising with
the sunniest of smiles, he drew up
chairs for Lydia and Quoin.
Yes, Mrs. Merrilees?' the detective
inquired, taking the place ut her side.
Peter and l have been pickering
about you," the lady fibbed brazenly.
Are you, or are you not, wasting your
brilliant talents on my devoted trail?"
Quon looked puzzled. Something
on your conscience" he advanced ten
tatlvely. you don't mean to try any
smuggling this trip, l hope"
Il can't make up my mind. I'd love
to. Are you interested?"
"Only in your interests. Be nd
vised-don't -
"Why?" Mrs. Merrilees pouted.
"Why not, If, as Peter would say,
can get away with it?"
"lf for no more moral reason" said
the detective seriously, "because 1t
can't be done. The customs people are
laying for YOU
They'll be disappointed"
Don't deceive yourself. Every man
on the force knows it was your agent
who secretly purchased that three-hun-
dred thousand franc pearl-and- -dia-
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 virtuous protestation Mrs.
Merrilees pursed prim lips belied by
dancing eyes; then broke down and
joined in general laugh as Craven
reappeared with q small dispatch box
of black metal.
"Mayn't / giggle too?" he inquired
plaintively, looking from face to face
as lie delivered the box to its owner.
"Not worth repeating" his fancee
reported, fitting key into the lock.
81 was merely swearing 1 meant to be
good-when every blessed drop of
blood in me cries out against the sin
full extravaganza of paying duty on
this !"
Opening the dispatch box, she re-
moved Il handsome jewel case of
grained morocco, unlocked this In turn,
and disclosed that same necklace
which Quoin had just named, watch
ing with smile of gratified vanity
the effect on her four friends.
At length, "SiXty thousand dollars"
Quoin inquired listlessly.
"My dear man, l do believe you've
seen the bill ~
Smiling, the detective shook his
| head.
worth half rs much again." Mrs.
| Merrilees affirmed. "Cottier wanted
ninety"
"They seem perfectly matched"
Quoin pursued, knitting his brows ;
"but I'd like to look at them in a
stronger light"
"Take them out into the sun, If 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 at all, with God
knows who spying! And there are
some queer fish aboard-eh, Quoin?'
"Rather" the detective agreed
dryly.
"Please be advisedl" Craven urged
"Lock that thing up again and let me
take it back TO the purser."
"Tad, you're tiresome!" Mrs. Merri'
lees began.
But Quoin interrupted. "Craven is
right"
ooh, well If you will spoil every
thing take all the fun out of my sur
prise"
"SClrprise?" Peter echoed.
Mrs. Merrilees nodded emphaticaliy
"Look well at them, my friends; fol
the minute l get them through the
customs, to safe deposit they go anC
there remain" She paused deliberate
\ ly, with challenging smile.
! "Why?" Peter demanded blankly
"Don't you ever mean to wear 'em
Betty?"
4 She shook her head. They're no
for me, Peter. If I dared smuggle
should wear them, just to be sass.
about it. But since don't dare.
mean to keep them for wedding pres
ent. to my stepdaughter-if ever hav
one" She closed the case with snap
Lydia sat back with q little gasI
lher eyes blank with confusion. Quoil
llauGhed an odd, brief laugh, an