Cheyenne record., 1920-02-26
CHAPTER ".
The Wicked Flee.

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The Wicked Flee.
I confess I was frightened when I
thought Of the diamonds and only two
women alone in the house-appar-
ently-to guard them, but Mrs. Della
rio was terrified.
These stones"-she looked about
the room despairingiy. "Where can
hide them7 And we two women alone
ID the house.
Again the ring-a long, long rattle {;
whoever 1t was meant to get in. Fol-
lowed pounding on the door.
Mrs. Delario. though deathly white;
was now composed and ready to meet
the emergency. whatever 1t was. Me-
chanically she slipped the elastic over
the box and rose.
"Tll 60 to the door," she decided.
TITS better to see who 1t Is, anyway.
Perhaps it's only a district messenger.
II 1t isn't-f it should be officers
they might break in the door,"
And with that she whisked up her
skirt and tucked the box down into her
stocking.
had risen and was preparing to
follow her out, feeling she might need
me, but she turned and said for me
to wait behind the door out Of sight
and listen.
She left me. I heard the front door
open just as the pounding began again.
She asked, what IL tt" and a mans
voice answered. "Does Eugene Delario
hos h4 h4 Nd @A-
manded what was wanted Of him. The
mans voice said. II must see him at
once" f-
And then. to my amaxement, I heard
her tell the man. "I'm sorry, but you
can't-tonight; he's sick In bed"
II rather think I can see him. then, T"
was the retort. "And will"
There followed, well, not quite a
scufie but very active shufalng of
feet, and the man pushed his way into
the house in spite Of her, pushing her
aside from the door, which he shut
with q bang and SNOW, then" Sem
sations began to trickle down my
spine.
"In which room Is the young man
sick1" demanded the voice.
II tell you you can't see him-I re-
fuse to let you 60 upstairs. What
right have you forcing yourself into
my house this way and demanding to
see my sick son?" she asked angrily.
"Now. lady. be reasonable and TIL
show you," he replied in a tone meant
to conciliate. heard a rattle Of pa
per.
"A warrantr" she gasped.
that's what" he said. "Want to
see my badger There was a slight
rustic as I assumed he showed 1t to
her. for she gasped. "An officerAa war
rantl" and seemed to sway on the
stair. "
SNOW, lady" he began, still concili-
ating. ''you don't want to make any
essary. got to do my duty-and 1t
amt always pleasant-but got to do
1t. 1t amt my fault II I got to arrest
your son-I amt doing 1t to spite you.
nor him-he didn't steal any diamonds
of me, you know"
"Steal any diamondsi" she inter.
rupted. "He never stole diamond In
his life. Neverw
fancied the man struggling as he
answered. $50 much the better for him
II he didn't steal them-Tm sure
hope for your sake he didn't. though
II looks bad. him trying to sell them
to the very parties that knew all about
them"
''Ohw and I could see her clinging
to the banister. She was evidently at
Q loss what to do.
understood in q lash what had
happened-this man or an accomplice
was the one who had followed her son
home from the Maiden lane dealers
yesterday. He evidently thought he
was making headway, for he went on.
"Now see here, lady. you take 1t
from me-the parties that are press
ing this case don't care for publicity
any more than you door your son
does It would ruin him II It got into
the papers. to say nothing Of his serv-
ing time for it"
Serving timei Ny 0odr broke
from her Involuntary.
'Of course he'll serve time II it's
proved on him." her visitor assured
hef.
Sb6 gave q sob. was wrought up.
II was all could Do to keep my place
and not Join her and help defy the
man: but his next vsrds held mo lis-
tsnine
II As'l givs back he stones hs
GAeWed yesterday. ee tsll where he's
~ tAs0. I en- gst this settled out Of