Evening star., 1918-07-07

They must be got out Of there.
The young man who had entered
with him was at his side In an In
stant.
CLEAR the galleries. Then take
down the name and address OF every
person in the building" -.
"Yes, SIR"
Before the last word had left his
lips the busy fellow was halfway up
the marble steps. lightning" some
of his pals called him, perhaps be-
quick. Meanwhile the senior detec-
tive had drawn the curator to one
side.
wen take a look at these people
to be able to spot witness with my
eyes shut. Let's see what can do
with my eyes open"
young and old. rich and poor"
murmured the curator as some dozen
persons appeared at the top OF the
staircase.
"Yes." sighed the detective. noting
each one carefully as he or she filed
down, 1--WE shan't make much out of
this experiment. Not one of them
but not Of the right sort Well. we'll
leave them to Sweetwater. Our busi-
ness Is above"
The curator offered his arm. The
old man made a move to take it
then drew himself up with an air Of
quiet confidence.
MANY thanks" said he, "but I can
go alone. Rheumatism Is my trouble.
but these mild days loosen Its grip
upon my poor old muscles" He did
teresting inquiry bad much the same
effect. but the curator suspected 1t,
possibly because he was feeling Just
little bit spry himself.
Steeled as such experienced officers
necessarily are to death in all its
tion that the aged detective entered
the presence of the dead girl and
took his first look at this latest vic.
tim of mental or moral alteration. So
schoolgirl. or little more. of class
certainly above the average. whether
Judged from the contour of her fea-
lures or the niceties of her dress.
With no evidence of great wealth
about her, there was yet something
careful attention to each detail
which bespoke not only natural but
cultivated taste. On her breast, Just
above the spot where the cruel dart
had entered: a fresh and blooming
nosegay stlll exhaled its perfumes
tragic detail accentuating the pathos
of death SO sudden that the Joy
with which she had pinned on this
simple adornment seemed to linger
about her yet.
The detective, with no words for
this touching spectacle, stretched out
his hand and with a rcverent and
fatherly touch pressed down the lids
over the unseeing eyes. This Office
done to the innocent dead, he asked
II anything had been found to es-
tablish the young girls identity.
"Sui ely" he observed. "she was not
without purse or handbag. All
young ladies carry them"
For answer the officer on guard
thrust his hand into one OF his capa-
cious pockets, and, drawing out neat
little bag Of knitted beads. passed 1t
over to the detective with the laconic
remark:
Nothing doing"
And 80 1t proved. 1t held only a
pocket handkerchief-embro but
without monogram-and a memoran-
dun book without an entry.
IA blind alley. IL ever there was
one" muttered Mr. Gryce: and order
ing the policeman to replace the bag
as nearly as possible on the spot from
which 1t had been taken, he proceed
ed with the curator to room B.
Prepared to encounter a woman OF
disordered mind the appearance pre-
sented by Mrs. Taylor at his entrance
greatly astonished Mr. Gryce. There
was n calmness in her attitude which
one would scarcely expect "a SEQ IN