Evening star., 1924-03-30


fore the safe pile up with small
jewelry novelties and papers.
Where's tho money"
Dumbly she indicated a small ia
panned box in the recess. The man
opened il with a screwdriver taken
from the pocket of his coat. 1t was
too dark to count The man lit a
match. Leaning weakly against the
wall Miss Glaub heard him curse
and move toward the corner.
Quit your kidding. Where's the
money? l amt looking for the col
lection plate"
somehow she managed to whisper
that there was no more. that the rest
tho very little rest-had been
banked during the afternoon.
He moved back to the safe, where.
presently, he grunted in apparent
satisfaction. Slipping back from the
window. he lit another match.
In the sickly yellow fame Miss
Glaub saw that he was holding up a
strand of heavy imitation pearls. the
ornate plush case held beneath his
elbow. He whistled softly as the
flame died between his fingers.
SISTER. are these real?"
without knowing why, except the
fear of what might happen if she
answered rightly, Miss Glaub nodded
Not part of the rest of this truck,
eh?"
No
Sure" He was standing over her
again, his face thrust suspiciously
forward, his breath. from beneath
the piece of silk, choking her nostrils
with a peculiar odor like the scent
of cloves and nutmeg.
With a choking cry Miss Glaub,
for the first time in her thirty three
acknowledged years, tainted gently
away.
She came back to consciousness in
a blaze of light. In the glare Miss
Glaub made out the anxious face of
the watchman, and the glitter of
brass buttons on blue cloth.
whats been the trouble. ma'am?'
Miss Glaub sat erect with a moan
Thieves" she gasped. Robbed"
She beat the floor with a small
clenched fist. Water" she cried
| wildly.
Burly figures filled the doorway. A
bull-throated voice in evident COM
mand demanded what was the matter
From her position behind the
| watchman Miss Glaub made her pres
ence known.
! Now, them 1t was the sergeant
The watchman broke out excitedly.
With a majestic gesture the SER
geant shut the man of. Now, then.
lady" he said, and Miss Glaub felt
that his eyes registered respectful
admiration, suppose you tell US the
story"
Simply Miss Glaub presented him
with the facts.
What did he look iike?"
He was young" she whispered
softly.
| Tall or short?"
Tall"
Could she see his hair? Could she
describe his features?
Dreamily Miss Glaub went on. His
hair was dark, of course. and the man
was masked and wore a cap. well
down over his forehead. But he had
an air of being something other than
a common burglar-a subtle some
thing which marked him as different
Miss Glaub paused in the middle of
it 'This-would-wou it be in
that is. have to-be in the news
papersw
TIL have to make a report, ma am.
And a police report is common prop
erty. Naturally the papers get EN-"
The sergeant grinned. And natu-
rally where a pretty woman is con-
cerned."
Miss Glaub blushed. "oh. SER
geant," she thrilled, cant something
be done? The horror of it! Would
would they have to have my pic
ture?"
"By hook or crook, ma'am."
Miss Glaub shook her head sadly.
but her heart was pounding. The
large cabinet portrait was more dis
tinguished, but several of the snap
shots enlarged, were truer likenesses
and younger.
Whats been takenT"
1.-The cash-drawer money and my
pearls"
Pearls! Were they real?"
Miss Glaub eyed the man coldly.
About to admit the joke, she remem-
bered that this was not the end.
That d police report was public
property-especially il it concerned a
good-looking woman. And-Adele,
Inc, robbed of an imitation! Romance
! whispered also. 1t was nobody's
| business, after all.
! do you think" she demanded con-
i temptuously. that I would have
| tainted over imitations?"
! The sergeant moistened his pencil.
4, "Value?"
ITO me-" said Miss Glaub softly.
"they were priceless"
The sergeant wrote: Value un-
| known"
+, Hardly had they left. or SO 1t seem
! ed to the time-benumbed mind of the
| proprietor of Adele, Inc. when the
| telephone on the desk tangled i'm
| peratively. Miss Glaub lifted the re-
| ceiver and softly said hello.
] This is the Bigburg News. Where
| can we get in touch with Miss Glaub ?
{ Is she there?'
Miss Glaub smiled into the trans
| mitter. I'm sorry" she said calmly,
/ "but Miss Glaub is not here. She
! has gone to her apartment in the
! Meadowbrook. But-but she can't
see any one unless II is Of the utmost
| importance"
| But this is of the utmost impor-
| tance," the voice insisted.
But Miss Glaub detests publicity;
| IL am afraid it would do you no
! good"
I'VE have to see her"
| Miss Glaub laughed resignedly. "In
that case" she said, ~I-that is She
J can probably be reached at the