Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1920-06-11

II KNEW etc.
at is a, strange place." said the
Count calmly, scrutinizing the room
"this is Scotland Yard! The Great
Scotland Yard! of which all Grimm
ais stand in terror, even with which
our local criminals In Poland have
some acquaintance"
ut Is indeed strange place." said
t. B. "Shall show YOU the strang-
est place OF ail?"
II should be delighted" said the
other.
T. B. led the way along the corr
ridor, rang for the lift, and they were
shot up to the third floor. Here at
the end of q long passage. was a
argesroom, In which row after row
of cabinets were methodically ar
rayed.
This is. our record department.
said T. b.; ut will have a special in.
terest for you, Count Poltavo."
why for me?'' asked the other
with q smile.
'rBecause 1 take 1t you are inter-
ested in the study of criminal detec-
tion," replied T. B. easily.
He walked aimlessIy along one ex-
tensive row of drawers. and suddenly
came to{a halt.
Here, for instance, is a record OF
q remarkable man." he said. He
pulled open a, drawer unerrinEly, ran
his fingers along the top of q batch
of envelopes and selected one. He
nodded the Count to polished table
near the window, and pulled up two
chairs.
'sSit> down." he said. "and I will In
troduce you to one of the minor
masters of the criminal world
Count Poltavo was an interested
man as T. B. opened the envelope
and took out two plain folders. and
laid them on the table.
He opened the firstof these, a pho
tograph Of a military-looking man in
Russian uniform lay upon the top
Poltavo saw it, gasped, and looked
UP, his face 1iyid,
"That was the Military Governor OF
Poland" said T. b. easily. "He was
assassinated by one who posed as his
son many years ago."
The Count had risen quickly. and
stood shaking from head to foot. his
trembling hand at HIS mouth.
" have never seen him." he NUT
tered, II think your record office ID
very close-you have no ventilation
wait a little" said r. b.. and he
turned to the second dossier.
Presently he extracted another
photograph. the photograph of a
young man, q kinsularly good look
ing youth, and laid 1t on the table
by the side OF the other picture.
do you know this gentleman
asked n. b.
There was no reply
1T is the photograph OF the muir
derer," the detective went on. 'sand
unfortunately this was not his only
crime. You will observe there are
two distinct folders. each filled with
particulars of our young friends
progress along the path which leads
to the gallows,"
He sorted out another photograph
1t was beautiful girl in russian
peasant costume; evidently the por-
trait Of some one, taken at fancy
dress ball. because both the refined
face and the figure of the girl were
with the costume, Ii
That is the Princess Lydia Bon
tasky." said T. b.. zone Of the vic-
Tins Of our young friends treacAery,
Here is another,
The face OF the fourth photograph
WA plain, and marked with sorrow
"She was shot at Kieff by our
young and high spirited friend. and
died of her wounds. Here are par
ticulars of q bank robbery organized
five years ago by a number OF people
who called themselves anarchists,
but who were in reality very COM
mon piace, conventional thieves ,in-
possessed Of any respect for human
life But see this does not inter-
est you" m
He closed the, dossier and put II
back into its envelope, before he
looked up at the Counts face. The
man was pale now, with q waxen
pallor of death.
They are very interesting" he
muttered, q #
He stumbled rather than walked
the length OF the room, and he had
not recovered when they reached the
corridor.
.'This is the way out said T. b.,
as he indicated the broad stairs, ~
advise you'll Count Poltavo, to step
warily. It will be my, duty to In
form the Russian police that you are
at present Nm this country. Wheth-
er they move or do not move is a
prohlematical matter. Your fellow
countrynen are not specially ener-
getic, where crimes OF five years
standing are CONCERNED. But this l
warn you, he dropped his hand
upon the others shoulder,-"th if
you stand in my way shall give you
trouble which will have much more
serious consequences for you.''
Three minutes later Poltavo walk
ed out of Scotland Yard like a man
in a dream. He hailed the first cab
that came past and drove back to
his flat. He was there for ten min
utes and emerged with q handbag.
He drove to the Grand Marylebone
Hotel, and detective inspector Ella
who. had watched his every move
ment, followed in another taxi. He
waited until he saw Poltavo enter
the hotel. then the officer descended
some distance from ythe door, and
walked nonchalantly to the entrance
There was no sign of Poltavo.
Ella strolled thru the corridor
and down into the big palm court
From the palm court another en-
trance led into the Marylebone Road