New Mexico state record. (Santa Fe, N.M.) 1914-19??, 1918-06-21

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bow cOlOrs, clear and bright. For
Maritz was land is) u South African
millionaire, president of the Blue Sin
bad Diamond Mines Limited. A rumOr
had been fitting about that he had
bought from the company that great
diamond lately found In their own
| fields, named the New KOh-l-NOor, and
that, with the view of currying favor
In high circles and perhaps securing q
title. he intended to present II to the
Crown.
Christopher slowed down just
enough to make 1t safe to turn his
head and give a quick glance behind,
to see what thing had been thrown
| into the tonneau at the moment Of his
flight.
1t was Miss Warren's music-roll, and
she must have cOntrived to toss 1t
there on learning from Van Cortlandt's
order that the a was to make a break
for freedom. In his haste to aid his
employer, or to mingle in the tussle
in some way, Jacobs had jumped out.
leaving his precious %OvercOat; there
fore 1t was not strange that he had
run screaming after Scarlet Runner.
"From the first I thought he was dis
gulsed and anxious to screen his face
from the light" Christopher thought.
Before Scarlet Runner had got her
speed again three uniformed figures
leaped from behind a clump of trees
to line up across the road.
One of these policemen was a we'll
known 'motor trapper," with whom
Christopher had come into friendly
contact more than once. Whatever
the men at the inn a mile back might
be, these were genuine servants of the
law; and a brilliant idea danced into
Races mind. With the view of max
ing 1t useful, he slowed down instantly.
"YOu've done the measured distance
at a speed Of fifty and a half miles an
hour" said the inspector Of police
whom Christopher remembered, his
stop-watch In his hand. "Where's your
~license?"
"Here 1t Is, and here's my card" an
swered Race. "Don't you know me,
inspector-in spite of the dust? And
don't you know Scarlet RunnerY
"Why, yes, Mr.. Race. I recognize you
now" said the policeman. I'm sorry
to say, however, as you were going at
such a speed"
"First %offense, isn't it"" laughed
Christopher. "And when you've heard
a word or two, l think ever you will
say l was justified in exceeding the
legal limit. Summon me if you think
right; but 60 back now to the next
public-house and rescue my passen-
gers, n of whom is, 1 believe, a
nephew of the millionaire, Peter
Maritz. He and the lady with him
are the victims of IL plot, and have
just been arrested by three thieves dis
guised as policemen. l was sent off
to Mr.. Maritz, whom l want to see as
quickly as l can, and if you and your
comrades "a get to the scene before
the thieves have hustled their victims
away"
The inspector waited to hear no
more.
Christopher arrived at the million
home just us the gates had been
opened, perhaps, for an electric
br0ugham which stood before the
door to pass out, and the servants in
livery glared daggers at the reckless
chauffeur who dashed in, risking a col
lisiOn. But Christopher stopped Scar
let Runner at a safe distance, and
called out that he wished to see Mr..
on urgent business.
At the sound of that name a gentle
man looked from the window of the |
and his face had been
made familiar by the same methods
which lmmortalized his mansion.
II come from Mr.. Van C~Ortlandt,"
added Christopher, this time address,
.ng himself directly to the millionaire. |
"YOu have a message for me from
Mr.. Van CortlandtT" asked Maritz.
"NOt exactly a message" answered
Christopher. But I have news of i'm
"COme indoors with me and tell 1t,
said Peter Maritz.
Christopher looked doubtful. I'm
lot sure about leaving the car" he re-
,lied in a lower voice. II may be car
wing something Of-er-considerable
Maritz asked no further questions,
tut mounted to the seat beside Chris
Opher which Jacobs had last occupied.
Race did not begin his story at the
beginning, but very near the end, slurr-
ng over what had happened until he
the episode at the inn. When
heard that Van Cortlandt and
Hiss Warren had been seized by men
n the dress of policemen, his dark
ace suddenly paled.
"But my nephew told you to drive
N, to come here?" he demanded
"Yes. And I came as fast as I could,
fter sending back three genuine
'Olicemen to the rescue"
''Then where is that which my
ephew trusted you to bring to mel"
He trusted me with nOthing-ex-
ept the sense to understand his mean
lg. But Miss Warren tossed her
luslc-roll into the car as l shot away
the inn."
"That was clever Of her, and showed
hat she is the right kind of girl. But,
hOugh she thought she was carrying
Dmething of importance, as a matter
fact she wasn't. She was a kind Of
ecoy duck"
1.-THE man Jacobs, who I venture to
elleve is q fraud, disguised to look !