Grand Forks herald. [volume] (Grand Forks, N.D.) 1916-1955, 1919-03-08
s'pose. you're as intrusted a. anybody
in findin' this her Victoria Van AL

SAlAS. 4ldS . 50. 11o SpOhe tAAOO6us
fully ana scanned my face with I
rqyizzical glance. ::But, Of course, Mr.
Stone'll find out. Now, Mr.. Calhoun
II you don't mind, will you give me !
line on, that maid person, that ,Julia?'
Julie. she is called"
An risht, Julie goes. Is she
mo; just this side Of middle-ased
Probably thirty<1ve or So"
"Why, about average. Brown hair
brownish eyes-really. I never no
ticed her closely enough to think
about her appearance. She Is, Tit
sure. a good servant and devoted t.
Miss Van Allen" j.
but don't you know anything spe.
cial? Anything that would pick hel
our from a lot Of other good serv.
ants?"
IN appearance you mean'"
Il can't think Of anything. Let me
see: She rel glasses"
What sort?"
Il don't know. Just ordinary glass.
es. I guess" 5+S|
"Spectacles or n%ose-riders ?"
I'm not sure. Spectacles, I think,
And she has a great many gold-1lled
Front ones?"
Yes. that is. they're very notice
able when she speaks, to you"
well, that's sumpum. Is she quick
and spry-like, or poky?"
smiled at the boys eagerness.
"She's rather alert" I said. "but, of
course, quiet and respectful. 1 never
at her with any personal in.
terest, SO I can only give you my gen
eral Impressions"
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boy looked very serious, wherever
Miss Van Allen is. that jules there,
too. And whens Miss Van Allen. wants
errands done, 'of course, she sends
And, Of course. said Julie is dis
l dope out all this has to be
so. For Miss Van Allen has mailed
letters and-oh. we'll. of course she
could mail letters in lots Of ways, but
sumpum tells me, that she depends
on Miss Julie as an errand girl: So,
| want to find out the look, of the
her down, and so get at Miss Van AL
Vicky Van,' L believe her friends
call her.,
= They do" said I, docking sternly
at the boy. land I'll say right here,
that I'm one of her friends, and l
won't stand for any impertinence or
any remarks of any sort about that
lady. If she is suspected Of this crime.
let the law take its course, but until
their is On direct evidence, don't
you dare to connec her name with
I'm only obeying Mr.. Stones or
ders. And, take it from me, Mr.. CAL
houn, I amt so fresh as to make re-
marks about a lady. I'm q prevari-
Gator of the truth, but only when it's
absolutely necessary. And on the
other hand, I'm a born protector Of
women: Why, I'd be only too tickled
to find a gentleman suspect Or, at
least. to clear Miss Van Allen from
all s'picion."
Why do you feel such a kindly in
This house, Tor one reason. You
see, I've been all over it, at Mr..
Stones orders. and I ree'lize what a
nice lady she Is. I don't have to see
her, to understand her tastes and her
accomplishments. Why, Jest the books
her centre tables and the records
FOR her photograph spell her put for
me. in words of one syllable. And,
though I'm hunting for her, it isn't
with a solid bunch that she's the
knife-sticker. Not by no means. But
find her I'vt gotto! Because F.. Stone
says for me to-"
l looked at the boy more curiously.
He was a strange admixture Of street
boy and sleuth. His quick, darling
were never still, but warily alert
to catch the meaning Of any sound
or motion on my part. I felt as If he
read me through, and would not have
been surprised to, have him tell me
ne knew of my recent communica.
tons with Vicky. But I only said,
you are. then, Mt. Stones right hand
rnan?"
Il put it that way. yes. But really,
I'm his apprentice, and I'm learning
his trade. 1 study his methods, and /
add some gumption of my own, and
if 1 can help him. I'm glad and hep
py: And anyway, I'm learning"
And this talk about your lying? Is
that straight goods?"
. III it is, how can you believe what
! tell .you?" he asked whimsically.
gettin' in with F. Stone, made me see
it's wrong to 1ie-usuerly. that is. So
I, don't, now-leastways, not much.
Only when it's Jest the only thing to
do to save the game"
How does Mr.. Stone know when
you're telling the truth, them"
Good land, I don't lie to dim!
wouldn't and if I did, it wouldn't be
any use. He'd see through me, quick
er.n scat! But honest. I wouldn't. You
see, he's my idol, yes. sir, my idol,
that's what that mar isl Well, Mr..
Calhoun. as you've told me ali YOU
can pry loose from your stock OF in
formation, you an me may as well
make our adooses"
How do you know I haven't re.
vealed. all I. know or the case?"
oh, l read from your mobile
counternanee that you're keepin'
sumpum back. but it don't matter. F.
stonell nail. it, when he gets, good
an ready. What l wanted from YOU
was mostly the speakin' likeness OF
the Julie dame. An 1 guess l got #,
On. say, one other thing. Who amone
Miss Van Aliens friends 10 an artist ~
Miss Gale Is one Miss Ariadne
~;m rhan * yon; sir; And will you
! did %: and then went away
thinking Fleming Stone a queer sort
Of detective to have >.ssistant sue
an ilNterate, >uncultured boy as Fibsv
The name was enough to condemn
him! But as I thought the little char
over, 5FealiEed that his talk had beer
cle4r-heAded and to the point. beside,
showing sAsacity and perspicacity.
It was growing late. but after thia
interview I felt I must sac Ruth for 4
few minutes. 70 called at the echuy.
Ter home.
She greeted me cordially and seem.
Cd glad to see me Winnie was still,
acting A. secretary for her, but the
rush of notes of coincidence was over
M as Ruth was not, Of course, Civ.
Ing or accepting social Invitations
there was not 70 much work for win
- at arst. But the two had become
fast friends, and Winnie told me how
they 9 together chatting often foi
pleasant half hours ut q time
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