New Britain herald., 1922-06-05
By ARTHUR B. REEVE
 isas NEA Service, Inc.

that there tower But the searchllgh
 was jsst like artificial lightning, onl, you could see any part of the shore you wanted and the waves a-smashins over the rocks, at any time you liked and as long as you liked. From where was I seen that there was a fellow and girl up In the tower-a fellow that looked, maybe, like Glenn Buck. ley
 'The light travelled along the shore up toward Cranes Neck. It was beau tiful. Just as 1t touched the cove. made out three figures. It seemed as II they started down the shore just n, the light hit 'em. The light travelled on, then turned back over the country and whoever was flashing 1t swung it about as far as he coAd in an arc Then 1t went out.
 Five minutes laterAjust about the time 1t would have taken to come down the beach from the cove and climb the steps up the bluff. this rob- bery took place. Oh, 1t was signal, all right"
 Was the fellow in the tower Glenn Buckley, you think?"
 Looked like him, sir."
 Who was the girl?"
 T can't say, sir"
 That will do, John," motioned Mrs. Walden.
 There was something in her tone that checked Garrick from insisting on the pursuit of the indentity of the mystery girl.
 Mckay touched his hat and re- turned to his car quicker than he had left ,t.
 Walden. What does Ruth say? Who was up there? Was she in the tower?"
 Mrs. Walden looked away and mur- mured, Ruth refuses to say any thing"
 Was it Glenn in the tower?"
 Nita was getting more nervous by the second. She won't say," she re- piled in a hoarse whisper.
 "H'm," considered Garrick. Tt comes down to whether 1t is another crime in the wave of crime that has been hitting country places this sum- mer-or is 1t a job pulled off with the assistance of someone at the dance."
 Nita Walden shook off a restraint as If 1t had been a wrap. She had come at last to the real point that had led her to seek Garrick's counsel md now stood trembling as if on springboard over the water.
 This morning." she 'blurted out n desperation" a messenger boy de- ivered a package to Ruth. In it were her jewels that had been taken rom her-the Walden pearls."
 "Whew! Have any of the others been returned? Could it have been ! hoax?"
 "No.' Nita sank back in a wicker 'hair, her splendid shoulders. con- ,ulsed as she sank her head into a l title filmy lace handkerchief and obbed. Il am frantic about Ruth's ilence Is silence confession? ? |
 Better to lose the jewels a hun lred times *,+ than to have them ] eturned under such circumstances."
 Garrick was thinking about Ruth the pretty flapper sub-deb. ie said something soothing, re assur- ng.
 T didn't think Ruth was much nore than child,' walled Nita traightening and dabbing at her yes with the handkerchief. but she as been going to all sorts of 
 What sort of dances?"
 "The cabarets in the city-and oadhouses out here on the Island"
 Garrick involuntarily elevated his yebrows.
 "Oh, 't's not question of morals -alone," she hastened. After all, ometimes common sense and fool hness are fair equivalents for ght and wrong"
 Guy looked up quickly, genuinely lrprised at this bit of worldly wis om.
 When girls do stupid, dangerous 1ings, trouble follows" she per oIeu, IL HOl dl OHC6, DlL later. | m afraid this is case of it. Besides Ruth comes into the income om the ten-million trust fund of i CT fathers estate next month when 1e is eighteen. Who are in this set" asked Gar ok, then in tone of gentle raillery, { Who are these dancing men?'
 There's young Glenn Buckley. ' hey call him the Demon Lover, you { now. He's just smart college kid ith pile of money and a smatter- { g of information. He can take up i ticket or radio or acting or rela- ( vity or banking-he knows them all. t mother is that Jack Curtis. over at S e Hotel. They call him Worcester I lire'-he's the sauce to anything V ey arrange, makes 1t snappy. In my c lmble opinion. though, he's nothing ore nor less than another cabaret r 'oduct." I T know him what I call V tito boy, plunges in. with a big d lash and swims with the tide.' It