New-York tribune., 1921-03-27


| ing to her room, placed them on her
dressing table; after being un-
dressed she sent her maid away,
saying that she would not for
get to put away the ornaments, and
lay down on couch to read for a
few minutes. She admitted, with
tears in her eyes, that she had later
started to open the safe, having got
the key from it's hiding place for
that purpose, but something had dis
tracted her and she had gone to bed
and to sleep, leaving the jewelry and
the key on the table. The next MORN
ing all of the jewelry was gone, and
the key was in the closed door of the
safe. Her maid noticed this and
spoke of it, and Mrs. Farson imme-
diately remembered that she had left
the rings, necklace, and pin with the
key on the dressing table. The loss
of everything, in and out Of the safe,
was Immediately discovered.
The maid was questioned closely
and told a perfectly straightforward
story. The other servants denied
the slightest knowledge of the af-
fair, and not a suspicious thing could
be found against them. A servant
would have no reason for forcing an
entrance through window when ac-
cess could be had through an open
door. 1t was evident that the Job
had been done from the outside.
A microscopic examination made
on the morning of the discovery of
the robbery revealed no finger
prints nor footprints. The routine
of such cases was followed, de-
1 scription of the stolen jewels was
sent to every pawnshop and .jeweler,
and then there was nothing to do
but wait. The robbery had appeared
in the news Of the day, and that had
been followed by notes in the soci-
ETY. news.
Mrs. Farson made out her claim
against the insurance company for
the full amount of her insurance,
and swore to the loss, the value of
the jewels and divers other facts
before a notary, and asked Paul
Waters to get her the money just as
soon as he could, for she simply had
to have some trinkets to wear and
needed the money with which to buy
them.
Again Paul Waters sat at his
desk, this time staring at Mrs. Far
sons affidavit. Everything was in
order; it was the sort of loss that
his company must expect; if there
were no losses there would be no
business, and the business was
profitable. But fifty thousand dol
lars was pile of money. Paul sent
for his stenographer and dictated
letter to the insurance company,
suggesting that there was nothing
to do but send Mrs. Farson a check
promptly. Later he signed the let
ter, attached the proof of loss, sent
it to the mail, put on his hat and
coat, and went out. 1t was nearly
quitting time, anyway, and he'd
walk uptown to the Orchard Club
for a rubber before dinner. At the
corner of Orchard and Main streets
he saw walking ahead of him tall
man with very bread shoulders and
an unmistakable gait. Paul caught
up with him and spoke to him. Sam
, uel Lyle smiled and put his free arm
across Paul's shoulders. His right
hand was engaged with his ever
present walking stick.
"Well, Paul, my boy,' he said,
''how are things with you?"
Paul made the stereotyped reply
that everything was right as could
Ibe.
They talked unimportant pleas
antries for block and were near
ing the parting of their ways when
| Mr.. Lyle said:
"Has that pretty widow friend of
i yours got her diamonds and pearls
back YETI"
I "No, she hasn't, and l don't be-
! lieve she ever will. It's costing us
a pretty penny, too"
( els it? That's too bad, but ]
suppose those things will happen. !
don't know thing about it except
what I've read in the papers,
, "The papers had it pretty nearly
right. I'll tell you the whole thing
If you'll tell me how I can get ou1
fifty thousand back"
"Hum-m," muttered Mr.. Lyle
s"As much as that, was it? That's a
lot of money. I'll tell you what I'll
do-I'll bribe you. You stop at my
office with me just a minute and
then We'll go over to the club. You
tell me the story and I'll buy you a
very fine cigar to smoke while vou're