New-York tribune., 1921-03-27

they are stolen. He in turn must
offer them for sale. SO, Mrs. Far
son, at least two men know where
your jewels are. Men of that class
fortunately are known and are
watched. Now, if one OF these men
was foolish enough to enter your
rooms by window which was in the
bright light of an electric street
lamp, a window which he must have
reached by walking over roof that
was in the same bright light, on the
most fashionable street in Alden
where passersby might be expected
all night long-if man was foolish
enough to do that, then he will do
some other foolish thing that will
result in his apprehension"
"But he was not seen"
"True, he was not seen, but that
does not explain why he chose It
when there were other windows far
more sheltered"
"But it is all so indefinite. The
window really means so little
s'It means great deal, Mrs. Far
son. 1t means that the company
thinks that man did not enter"
For a moment there was a hush
over the room and then came cry:
what. What do you mean?"
''The company thinks, madam.
that perhaps it would be best if we
placed the question Of the brightly
lighted window before the court"
Mr.. Lyle spoke casually and waited.
his eyes never leaving Mrs. Farson.
Then when he saw her about to speak
he said, very slowly: ''That is, of
course, unless you care to open, of
your own free will and for the COM
pany's inspection, your safe deposit
box in the trust COM 1any."
"My box in the Alden Trust Com
pany"' Mrs. Farson did not under
stand, was indignant and snapped
her answer at Mr.. Lyle.
81 am speaking of your box in the
Peoples Trust Company. If you do
not care to open it for US we shall
have to place the matter before a
magistrate"
"What is the meaning Of this?"
George Farson jumped to his feet.
burning with rage. He had suddenly
grasped what Mr.. Lyle was driving
at. eve did not ask you to come
here to insult u.s.
There, there" Mr.. Lyle drawlcd
the words as though the young man
annoyed him greatly. $50 and sit
down, and when we want to talk
with you we will let you know"
George Farson sank back in his
chair. "Now, Mrs. Farson, out with
it. Tell US the whole story-or
would you rather have me tell it for
you?"
Mrs. Farson had gone deathly
white, her beauty had disappeared,
leaving her face weak and drawn.
Her breath came in short gasps, one
hand clutched her chair, and the
fingers of the other grasped at the
edge of the table nervously and
without purpose.
eve know, madam, that you have
been living far beyond your means.
We have a list of tradesmen who
have been clamoring for money, and
refusing you further credit; your
landlord has threatened proceedings
against you; your son is head over
heels in debit is common knowl-
edge that he does not pay even his
debts of honor. You were at your
wits end for money. Tell US how
you proposed to get it."
"It's a lie." Again George Far
son jumped to his feet and rushed
at Mr.. Lyle. $50 far as my mother
lis concerned there is and never has
been any question of money. p
"Stop, oh, stop. Your mother
rented box in the Peoples Trust
Company and put her stuff into it;
ask her, look at her.
"She did not. I took them and
sold them, and be damned to you"
"George!" The word was long
scream of anguish. 'George, oh,
George!"
"Such pretty pickle; the sofy
confesses and the mother is guilty.
Won't you please agree on something
that in turn agrees with the facts?"
81 tell you I took them and sold
them. made the marks on the win
dow. p
''But your mother put them in the
safe deposit box. Don't be silly"
The mother was hardly able 20
utter the words that would save her
son. "George-George-I did-they
they are-there-I did it. They
know--they - they have - found
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