The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1928-06-22

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eral days made him too uncertain"
"Why didn't you ask me TOT" l de-
manded.
"You?"
81 can do It'll After I had looked at
him a few minutes last night In
Normandy terrace, | recognized him.
not only as that customer. but also
as the man who came In here on
Thursday night, whom ! saw at my
desk at quarter-past ten, when
was standing up on the south gallery
In the dark"
Mr.. Almy pondered minute In
silence. Then he said:
swell, as long as Maclvor was seen
and identified here Thursday night,
he'll have to come across with the
rest of the story sooner or later. ALI
you've told us Is very unexpected and
useful"
81 always felt Miss Burton to he
rather an intelligent GIRL" observed
Mr.. Roberts, with his native tact.
"See here" broke In Mr.. Almy, on
this revised version, resuming his
study of the bookplate, "the sixteen
Sits on this yellow slip do correspond
to the slots on that cube In the pic
ture, just as Miss Fuller noticed.
believe they could have been made
by that instrument, for If ] might
venture a guess after looking at this
very small picture, should say there
might be blades concealed inside 1t.
one for each cube and what's
this thing on top like handle, any
how? Is it a trigger, / wOnder?"
"a trigger" echoed. Dear me
that sounds like gun. Now, heard
gun last night"
"WhereW
''In the Grosvenor apartment"
Mr.. Amy pricked up his ears.
'Tell me about it." he ordered.
"YOu didn't mention 1t before. Why
not?"
sit passed out of my mind; you'll
see why. heard it just after Charles
MacIvOr entered the room through
the window. | heard this loud click,
and not knowing who he was, Of
course, jumped to the conclusion
that he was a hOusebreaker, and
armed Miss Burton also recognized
the sound. In the excitement of all
that had happened since. I forgot
about the noise"
Mr.. Almy had been listening care
fully. Now he said:
Il wanted TO see you not only about
the matter of the returned law book,
Miss Fuller; l am going to request
you to accompany me this afternoon
to Miss Grosvenor's. Especially in the
light of these new facts you have re-
ported, she must be urged to tell
everything she knows about this mys-
terry of her grandfather's death. She
Is quite plainly concealing informa-
ton, and does herself more harm
each day that passes"
"Shes sacrificing herself" said |.
"And If it's not for that wretched
cousin of hers, I'm much mistaken"
But Mr.. Almy said nothing further
except that he would join me after
luncheon for the visit to Normandy
terrace, and | had risen to go, when
the door opened without warning, and
there stood. Daisy Abbott. In her
street things.
'Oh. pardon mel" she exclaimed.
81 saw you going in here, Miss Full
Ter; didn't know any one else was
here. I thought you must be doing
some special work, but ventured to
interrupt you to say good-by."
l stretched my hand across the
desk, beginning: "Good-by and good
luckl Don't forget all about u.s."
when was suddenly aware that
Daisy's hand had dropped back to
her side, that her eyes had fallen
past my outstretched hand to the
desk; that they were riveted on that
much-handled yellow note. which had
been lying unheeded for some min
utes beside the bookplate.
"Where did that come from?" burst
from Daisy's lips involuntarily. In Q
perfectly unearthly whisper.
SIT fell out of book in the history
section. Why, did you put it there.
Miss Abbott?" demanded Mr.. Almy,
vigorously, springing up. Answer
mel"
"Oh, dear" she moaned. 81 did wish
had thrown it away, afterward, but
| couldn't find the book | put II in!
Anyway, | did keep it, Iknew it
would be wicked to destroy it. He
was always so nice, couldn't believe
it meant anything, really. especially
when Mr.. Case-oh, dear, and 1
thought | was going to get off all
right, after all I've suffered so hor-
ribly this whole dreadful weekr'
And Mr.. Almy's adjurations to stop
talking nonsense and tell everything
she knew about that yellow note
passed unheeded. She proceeded to
go into the finest fit of Mysteries I
have ever been privileged to witness.
Even Mr.. Almy, when he and | set
forth for Normandy terrace somewhat
later, admitted that it was In its way
a masterpiece!
Moreover, they did US good
turn" he observed quite truly, allud-
ing to the Mysteries. 81
For when Daisy had ultimately
been restored to conference, her in
Vulnerable sobs and shifts and tears
brought the happy climax of con-
fession that she had been bad. but
was good now.
swell, then, If you're good now,
you aren't afraid to tell me all you
know about it, are your" Mr.. Almy
asked.
"Oh, no, not you!" murmured Daisy,
melted by his sweet virility, and see-