The Washburn times. [volume] (Washburn, Wis.) 1896-1976, 1920-02-05
CHAPTER xi.-continued.

the dime and begged him to mail it
for me knew l was saved. But
have Eever yet attempted to count up
the Ecs those diamonds cost me!
1t WAS now little after ten and
there was nothing or me to do but
wait and shiver. began to thInk CO.
herently-to appreciate what nonsieur
himself would be getting into by call
Ing the police or the customs authors
ties to help him steal Mrs. Delario's
diamonds.
And yet saw perfectly he could do
it! Where he had her was that she'd
Smuggled the stones. He knew it
knew it-Claire knew it, And If he
were bold enough to steal them from
her In just that way wasn't sure but
she was timid enough to let him do it.
suddenly remembered what George
had told me about his renting the fiat.
'Why, the man was here before we
were!" exclaimed. "He took faster
steamer-he was all ready to carry
through the job when we landed |"
And with that suddenly remembered
another thing that had entirely slipped
my mind: while our baggage was being
examined OR rather not examined
and Claire was weeping-and every
body was flying round and asking ev
eiybody if he'd seen her mother-an
elderly man in a big fur automobile
coat, the collar up about his face and
his cap down over his brow--a man
with a flowing white beard and fash
lug, black, beady eyes--a man on
crutches-had stood opposite us,
watching. AS looked at him had
the quick impression that there was
something wrong about him-that he
was there, perhaps, to steal from the
incoming baggage in the confusion.
The next moment my eye fell on a
iurqueiSe-beaded slipper - hers or
fallen down between our suitcases.
The old gentleman had his eye on it
also. l saw his hand come out of his
big pocket and reach, cautiously, slow
Iy. My own hand shot out and grabbed
the slipper from under his nose, and
gave him double-barreied glare. l
hadn't finished the glare when my
cousin came hurrying to tell me to be
quick, our baggage was through.
| had, as / say, forgotten the whole
incident, but-THE MAN IN DIS
GUISE WAS MONSIEUR DE RAVE
MOL.
l knew it then-he confessed it
later; he had expected to get those
diamonds into his clutches while they
were actually going through the GUS
toms inspection! I bounced out of my
chair with one glad whoop-"Eure-
IL have found It'll" and pranced
to my bedroom. / had the key to the
whole puzzle-"one of those slippers y
When l asked Mrs. Delario that aft
ernoon over the telephone how she got
the diamonds through the customs
house she replied, "One of those Slip
pers we got in Paris is lost" Those
were the words she said; what she
really communicated was g. -. one
of those slippers we got in Paris -. :.
Is lost" The tones of her voice-the
significant pauses-had been ignored
by me then. But add "in" and drop
sis lost" and she answered my ques-
tion-she told me as plain as plain
could be that she had Struggled the
diamonds through the customs house
Sin one of the slippers"
! Easy enough! snatched them from
beside my bed Easy enough-with
those high insteps. So that was how
she did it!
Claire had been shopping till she
found out where the diamonds we're
that was what her father sent her over
for. But she was not to steal the dia-
monds herself-the risk of her being
caught with the goods was too great
that was her fathers job; she was to
give the signal-he was to get the
stones. And why hadn't her mother
met her, unless to create the confu-
sion for Mrs. Delario and me that
would make it possible for him to turn
the trick? Why had he come over by
q faster steamer except to be ready
for it?
It's precisely what he did. / learned
# all later. He came over ahead of
us, passed himself off in disguise, and
forged credentials as an Italian gov
eminent secret service agent tracing
an old master that had been recently
stolen from one of the Italian museums
and that was known 10 be coming to
America - smuggled, of course - in
charge of a certain woman, whom he
knew by sight
70 carry out this pose he had al
ready met several incoming steamers
and he was prepared to step up to
Mrs. Delario, demand to search her
baggage and then-one turn of his
hand and he could have walked off
with her diamonds in his pocket, shed
his disguise and let her whistle for
them. Instead of that he got a glare
from me lone twist of my hand and
1 had zone of those slippers
didn't know which and he didn't dare
to speak for fear I'd recognize him!
And thus his whole plot fell to the
ground-aIso all my interesting occult
mystery about three rotating slippers
that toed the wall of their own accord
after they'd been set heel to the wall
and then walked out of a locked fiat
and then came home and hid in my
wardrobe.
Monsieur had turned the slippers
when he set them down hurriedly-the
suggestion of all the other slippers,