South Bend news-times. (South Bend, Ind.) 1913-1938, 1922-10-01

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ing the people we are watching And
your description Is the first clue
have had 20 the identity OF ne
sender Yet I cannot place him
Undoubtedly he is someone bound in
some manner 10 the unspeakabIe
gang We are fgh.ing. YET with con-
science which compels him 10 warn
Us. And he taAes the oldest meth
DDS Of sending his messages. Evil
dently he has some strong reason
for not using the mails. Is this
the handkerchief he pretended was
yours?"
Yes, father" I triec to keep my
voice steady, but il was tremulous
as I added: TT is one OF Grace
Diapers handkerchief. or-at least
the embroidery in me corner is
her handiwork."
Say that over again-slowlv.
Ny fathers voice was sharp. in
cisive. altogether foreign 20 his US
ual soft. suave tones. I obeyed his
injunction at once.
This handkerchief either belongs
70 Grace Draper or was given or sold
/ by her to some one else" I said.
The embroidery in the corner Is
| her handiwork. I am certain"
Let me see it." He held out his
hand, and I put the flimsy, dainty
trifle within it,
Holding It up TO the light. he
! scrutinized it closely, laid il down
again. looked gravely at me, and
/ said.
There are many other women
who do exquisite needlework. And
the design is not an uncommon one.
4 WHAT makes you so sure that it is
Grace Diapers handkerchief"
For two reasons" replied
First, because l have watched her
at work at this particular design so
many times. Second, because rec
ognize a device which I discovered
in il years ago. II you look at the
bit Of embroidery in just the right
way you will see that the initial C
Is cunningly entwined in the four
! leaved- clover. Il IS like this"
took up the handkerchief,
stretched the embroidered corner
taut over my left hand, and with a
tiny pencil caught up from my
fathers table, Illustrated my mean
ing.
T-see." The words came meas
uredly. Then there can be no mis-
take. 1t is her handkerchief. II
was in this Don Ramon's possession.
Then he What is it. daughter"
For I had jumped to my feet Ny
ears, quicker than his. had caught
a crash as OF breaking glass. The
next instant came the sound Of fem
mime shrieking, masculine objurga-
ton. the rush Of feet along the lower
floor OF the house. and Katie's voice
crying: "O-O-1coom qveeck, every
body Somebody keeled!"
My father was close behind me as
I tore open the door and rushed
down the stairs. The front door stood
wide open. and through It 1 saw
Katie running across the lawn to-
ward a big limousine which leaped
groggily against the giant elm on the
roadway, and from which the
screams were issuing, while directly
across the road. the most reckless
taxi-driver in the section was crawl
ing, apparently unhurt. from under
his overturned light car
Halfway down the steps I stopped
looked at the group Of people emery
ing from the big car. turned and
grasped my fathers arm
That's Don Ramon Almirez. and
the people with him are his host
hostess and daughter" I whispered
Make some excuse to keep Lillian
and Mother Graham in the house
You are the only one either will
heed"
He gave me a quick comprehend
ing look. and, putting a firm grip up
on my nerves. I hurried down the
! path TO the wreck. where Katie was
/ already in efficient action The
/ Chauffeur evidently had been struck
with flying glass when the car col
lided with the tree. for the blood was