Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1929-07-17
By
E. PHILLIPS

Copyright. 1929. By North Amer
lean Newspaper Alliance and
Metropolitan Newspaper eeTv-
lee.

| who was seated in the sccretary's ONCE
at the Blue Skies, who talked to you
over the telephone and, whether you be-
lieve it or not, he led the Wolves to-
night. He led them from table to table
where the women were wearing the most
wonderful jewels. He had them all
marked down. His fighting was sham.
When he fired his gun he used dummy
cartridgese, and the men got up again.
l picked some of the cartridges up.
have two or three in my pocket now"
SHOW me one"
thrust my hand into my pocket.
They were gone. Bloor edged away.
II think you're wrong, Major" he
told me frankly. Come and have that
drink"
But he talked to me tonight" I in
sisted. We've spoken of Miss Essiter."
I knew that 1 was speaking against
rock OF incredulity. Nevertheless, he
let me down lightly
I'll tell you what I'll do, Major" he
promised. I'll have him watched He's
staying here. I'll send two of our best
men up within half an hour"
And with that he seemed to consider
the matter settled
The next day I passed my treasure
into the trembling hands of Martin
HeWs. He set 1t down in front OF him
upon the desk and drew aside the pur-
pie covering with caressing fingers. He
was like a man whose emotions, so
clearly reflected in his face. had gen.
Grated an almost uncomfortable physical
strain. He sat Spellbound. gazing,
drinking in an amazing happiness, COM
pletely oblivious to his surroundings,
grooming gently to himself. His fingers
wandered lovingly over that exquisite
surface. The seconds passed into min
utes. Finally, with the tips of his fin-
gers still resting upon his treasure, he
turned toward me.
We'll done, Owston," he acclaimed.
We'll done! When the news came
through of the raid, I trembled. You
have brought me the last great desire
of nv life Now tell me the story"
Its pretty serious one, fear, sir, +"
warned him.
The beginning of it was all right.
Isaacs wanted to bargain. but I handed
across the cheque. Tul-Kak parted all
right; poor fellow. He saved my life,
but they got him this morning. He was
found dead in bed, as I dare say you
read"
My employer nodded.
Joseph kept his word as usual. He
sWore that II he dealt with me in
stead of him. he should die before he
could cash the cheoue."
He had three men to guard him and
locked doors. No good! Joseph's men
got at him somehow during the raid.
They could never believe that I had
fought through to the once. and they
imagined that / had hidden it in one
of the rooms on Tul-Kak's floor. Every
one Of them was ransacked last night
and torn to pieces"
They pressed you hard for it?" he
muttered. with a sparkle in his eyes.
We had a bit of scrap in the cor
ridor of the Milan" told him. After
ward We rather fooled them. Isaacs
went off with the Golfer, which they
took from him at the corner of the
street. and I reached the office vault,
with the statuette in my trousers pocket
Isaacs is all right by-the-by. l rang
him up this morning. They just took
the Golfer from him and let him 60
You are a man Major" my en-
ployer acknowledged tremblingly. Il
did we'll when I engaged you. Now
what about the raid? The papers speak
Of YOU as making an heroic resistance,
and Mr.. Ruben Sans. Who is Ruben
Sams?"
Joseph"
Mr. Martin Hews stared at me.
You're laughing. Major"
was weary of unbelief. but again
L
planned the reasons for my conviction.
They all believe that he was fight
ing for the guests I concluded. Moth
ing of the sort. He was leading on his
gang He'd marked down every table
where the Jewels were worth having
and. under pretext of rushing there to
defend the women. he led his men"
That's a strange story. Major"
Martin Hews commented quietly.
Strange. but it's true" answered
You say that he spoke Of my niece"
Il asked him where she was. He
refused"
II think, Major" said my employer,
you have run foul of man with a
sense of humor. and he amuses himself
at your expense"
Perhaps" sighed. cit always
seemed to me that 1t would be the
easiest thing in the world, If 1 could
once find the man whom I knew to
be Joseph, to drag the truth out Of
him. but I can't do it. Hes so clever.
He is always surrounded by other peo-
pie who are either his confederates, or
who believe in him. and he always seems
to be in position to make me ridicu
lous, If I accuse him seriously.
thought Inspector Bloor was my friend