Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1929-12-29

But the Saturday of the polo game was not,
it proved, White Eyes lucky day. The dress re-
hearsal was over and Lou, by appointment, went
to Mrs. Rennard's apartment at half past one
The wealthy widow had come home very tired
from a morning musicale. She was in a pet
about her pearl necklace. The clasp had
broken and, because MRS. Rennard was by ma
ture a scatterbrain, she had ripped open a
pocket of her coat and dropped the treasure
in. The lining, she thought, would be safe
place for it. She always wore heavy furs in
the Fall, whatever the weather-her blood was
thin, she was never warm.
A ND wasn't it clever Of her to think of let
ing her pearl run down into the lining2
She asked that of the girl whom. she trusted
and who stood before her, trembling Lou was
an amateur But. when Mrs. Rennard asked
II she would ring up Mr. Terrence, the jeweler,
and have his man call at once for the broken
necklace, Lou was again an actress: slyly hold
ing the receiver down, she had long conference
with a phantom Terrence.
Then to the work so carefully planned. Mrs.
Rennard was laid on her chaiSe Tongue and
"tie-up" made to cover her face. This "tie-up',
consisted of thickness of soft muddy prepaa
ration covered with layer on layer of hot towels.
all SO securely bandaged to the head that the
wearer was blind as a mole. Lou made herself
doubly safe by fnstructing her patient to relax
for 10 minutes. Then she tiptoed into an adj
joining dresSing-room where the sables lay
the torn pocket when maid went past door
and looked in. Bad conscience had Lou by the
throat There was only one way; take the coat
with her and get into the pocket when she
could. She glided out of the apartment, the
garment over her arm; but In the hall outside
people were waiting to go down in the elevator.
Lou hurried down the stairs, hoping for q
chance to dip into the lining and pull out the
pearls, but scrubwoman stood, bucket in hand,
staring at her.
And now she had gained q mezzanine clut.
tered with women at writing desks She must
have felt like trapped animal, this bungling
beginner and, when she ran down to the
ground floor she SAVIOR was 1t her conscience
that saw-Mrs. Rennards sister i'm the dining
room doorway.
Then there was the left turn, leading into the
big lounge. The check rooml An amiable girl
in uniform came forward to take the coat. She
addressed Lou as Mrs. HarmSworth, and Lou
Bennett invented rapidly. The girl was so oblig-
ing. Lou, of course, had no intention of COM
ing back. She telephOned White Eye, who was
waiting in MineOla. Smothering his disgust,
he fell in with her plan. And Lou was to meet
him at No. in Glen Eden Addition,
where he had assembled his gang twice before.
Doll Stoat lying on the floor of the battered
little bed room, gathered the fragments which
soon were to become q complete composition
And all that time policemen were coming in,
whispering, walking out. She had feeling Of
And Hector's discouraged murmur made it
worse.
"Cheever's were responsible for the pearls"
he said and Doll was fishing for q reply when
she noticed a policeman playing his electric
torch over every corner of the room Suddenly
ray of light went through the partly opened
window. Say, look here!" exclaimed the
searcher. Policemen wandered over, peered,
mumbled.
Capt. Smith," said one. "theres some
thing out there looks like"
Like pearls" said Doll. II threw them out
when those men tried to take them"
'Pearls?" The word echoed
But nobody was listening With gunbutts and
heels they were breaking the sash. A police.
man crawled through and came back with a
string of glowing bubble jewels
is that where you threw them?" asked the
captain.
IT told you So" she said "You wouldn't
listen" He was counting over the string one
by one. He took 1t to the light His look mar
rowed. He gathered the pearls in his hands.
rubbed them together. then appraisingly
scratched them against his teeth.
Real pearls are gritty" he said disconso-
lately. as he brought down O scout-knife, haua-
mer-hke crunching sound rewarded the
oloW The room was damp with discourage.
ment Then lanky policeman appeared at the
door and bawled solemnly, 'The coroner's here"
blue procession passed out leaving Doll WitA
her Hector.
"oh. she moaned; "I've had to play so many
mean tricks today"
That's all right. But I thought I'd die
you In the hands of those gorillas-"
1T wasn't so easy. Hec. But II tried 50
hard to do something for you. And you don't
think did"
Honey" His protest was shallow.
But you'll do something for me now. won't
you, dear?"
"Ill die for you, Doll"
"Hec, will you take all the credit for fndina