The Monmouth inquirer., 1923-11-22

ter. SW0aZey asked 10 De allowed 10
interview Elise in the kitchen. Par
menter and HIS wife listened.
See here, little one. said the detec-
tive tactfully, I'm Sweazey. I'm de-
tective, and Pm here after them dia-
monds. What's more. I'm wise to you
See? Now, all you've got to do is
just tell me where you've put them
See? We won't have no trouble, you
aad re. All you've got to do is to
own Up and you'll be let off easy. You
try any funny business with me and
-"
At this juncture Parmenter and his
wife interfered, aid Sweazey rather
sulkily desIsted.
rs there anybody else in the
house?" he asked.
"The furnace man." replied Par
menter, "but he"
Now. Cap" said the detective, IF
you want me to get you them dia-
monds, you've got to let me go about
1t my own way. Is your furnace man
down In the basement? This is the
door, amt it? I'll go down. Don't
you trouble"
He went down and Mrs. Parmenter
soothed the weeping Elise, while her
husband stood looking helplessly on.
In few moments there was bang
and a clatter of broken glass below
and the detective reappeared with
very red face and breathing hard from
Ii. = 81 he FOL
HE threw the ash sitter at me and
It knocked some bottles off shelf"
explained Sweazey. 81 believe I've
got the right clue, but that man must
not be allowed to get away"
Thereupon he began a systematic
search, beginning at the garnet. He
felt along the rafters, he examined
the floors, he ransacked trunks that
had not been opened in years, he
paved over Mrs. Parmenter's party
frocks and hummaged among her
toilet articles.
To Mrs. Parmenter's eminently nat
ural protests he answered, not unrea-
sonably, that when he had found out
all the places that the diamonds were
not, 1t was pipe that he'd know tbs
place where th ere.
By that time b had worked down
to the parlor.
"Oh, go ahead" said Parmenter, in
a rather disguised tone, and went out
Of the room.
Thereupon Sweazey turned to Mrs.
Parmenter. Excuse me- but you've
been losing money at bridge whist
lately, haven't your" he said.
Mrs. Parmenter stared at him,
speeches. with amazement.
81 had bunch that them diamonds
wasn't lost right from the start, "
said Sweazey, with confident smile.
81 know you ladies get up against 1t
once in while and have to get money
somewhere. Particularly when their
husbands is little on the tight wad
order. Understand I amt blaming
you. Them diamonds was yours
and"
"Marglei" called Parmenter from
upstairs, "I've got them"
The next moment he came running
most recklessly down the stairs with
a chamois-skin bag In his hand.
They'd get among the bedsprings, y
he said. "You must have put them
under your pillow when you went to
bed, and they managed to slip down.
You know, told you that perhaps
they might be under the springs, Mr..
Sweazey."
Sure" answered the detective, I'M
perturbably. 81 was just going to
ask you to help me take them springs
off. Let me have look at them dia-
monds, If you don't mind"
Parmenter handed him the bag and
ne emptied 1t into his palm and gazed
at the jewels long and earnestly. Then
he put them back into the bag and
handed them to Mrs. Parmenter.
There are your diamonds, ma am, =
he said, with an air. "I'l know them
diamonds anywhere it's twenty
years from now. If ever you lose
them again, you must send for me-"
Sweazey''s bill for his valued SER
vices was $25.-KENNETT HARRIS.