The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1923-03-02
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SIR NORMAN GREYES. FORMERLY
of Scotland Yard, is dcvOting his
time to tracking down an arch
criminal known to him as
MICHAEL SAVERS ,3 -"
JANET SCALE, maid in Savers scot
tage, shoots down Il police officer
who tracks Michael to his abode
Savers is known at Mr.. Stanfield
but Sir Norman becomes suspicious
as to his real identity. After /,
three-months' vacation, Greyes meets
Stanfield in a hotel lobby. Sir Nor
man has an interview with South
American widow, staying at tn"
same hotel, regarding policy of 4
hundred thousand pounds carried on
her wonderful rope of pearls. When
being interviewed, the widow sends
the pearls to the hotel safe by her
maid, who is robbed and beaten un.
conscious.
Sir Norman continues:
at is hard to keep anything dut
of the press, nowadays" | reminded!
him. "but so far as am concerned
you may rely upon my discretion"
filled with hysterical and irritating
appeals complaints and inquiries
from Mrs. De Mendoza herself, the
insurance company and the manage
ment. No efforts on our part could
keep the affairs out of the newspa-
pers, and the disappearance of the
necklace became the universal sub
icct of conversation.
On the sixth day after the robbery
felt that a brief escape was neces-
sary. | proposed to Mr.. Stanfield
whom ! met in the hall of the hotel,
that we go down to Working and have
round of golf, an arrangement to
which he agreed with avidity. We
lunched at the clubhouse, and as on
previous occasions, we played a care
full and hard-fought game. 1t was
on the eighteenth tee when one Of
those unexplained moments of in
spiratiOn came to me which serve as
the landmarks of life. We had
spoken of that grim tragedy which
had interrupted our first game. |
thought of poor Ladbrooke lying
there with a bullet-hole in his fore
head, the maid, Janet, serene and
secretive, with the strange eyes and
the unruffled manner. The memory
of these things came back to me as
] stood there and it seemed as though
my faculties were suddenly prompt
ed by new vigor and a new insight.
Surprising it had been the maid
who had killed the prying stranger
What was her motive? Whom was
she trying to shield? Could it be her
master? And if her masters name
was not Stanfield, might it not be
Pugsley? The two men were of the
same height and build, and the one
thing which Huntington had always
insisted upon was Pugsley's genius
for disguise. The pieces of my puz-
zle fell together like magic, and
with them the puzzle of the neck
lace. turned back to the tee, and l
was suddenly conscious of my COM
panion's intense gaze.
Your honor" he said tersely.
| topped my drive miserably. Ny
companions drive went sailing down
the course, and he halved the match
in perfectly played four. We
walked together to the clubhouse.
"A whisky and soda"' suggested.
"Pll change my shoes first" he
answered, turning toward the dress
ing room.
! drank my whisky and soda, en-
changed greeting with a few ac-
quaintances and paid my bill. Then
! went to lock for Stanfield. l might
have spared myself the trouble. He
and the taxi had alike disappeared.
l had to wait while they telephoned
for another, and travelled up 20
London alone.
The game was played out in quite
the grand fashion. On my arrival
] found the representative of
the insurance company wait.
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