Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1930-01-26

"Of course they picked you." said Maud,
ad0ringly. But r ust you carry q gum"
That's the point. He's afraid of robbers
With two or three hundred thousands worth
of jewels on her back she comes under the head
Of valuable property. A dancing crook could
pick pearls OF her the way you pick grapes.
And Rowland has q right to be nervous There's
q gang that calls itself the Jewel Syndicate
There's been lot about them In the papers.
And Mrs. Rowland has been warned. Some
body phoned her twice; she describes a rough
voice always saying the same thing: Put away
that ice, lady. The Syndicate's got a line on
you Three warnings came printed in foun-
tain-pen ink on wrapping paper"
Hector brought a cheap envelope from his
pocket and showed her slip of scrawled ma
Mia paper: Cit wise you guy the Syndicate is
lamping your ice" With eyes saucer-round,
Maud read then handed back the paper and
went to get the sandwich and glass of milk sha
had stored for him in the refrigerator. On the
walk from the kitchen she was considering the
Syndicate's illogic. And when Hector had
taken a warm bath, drunk his milk. and gone
to bed, she said, "If were going to rob anybody
wouldn't send letters telling them about it."
"Of course not, Doll" His tone was a shade
too tolerant to suit her. But you've got to
know the underworld to get the point. They're
crooked a rams horn. Probably the Syndi-
Gates having fight of its own" He yawned.
"Tomorrow's the big night. I've got to get
a little rest"
"Hec, what do you mean by the big night?"
oh" He opened his eyes blinkingly. shes
got to wear that diamond bracelet"
Diamond bracelet"
The one he gave her fer her birthday
Fifteen seven-carat stones, square cut" He
closed his eyes, opened them suddenly. doll,
that bracelets worth $3.50, 900. Rowland wants
to show her of before lot of out-of town
customers And at the Green Tree Club, of
all places. Full Of crooks
NEXT morning when Bud and his nurse
were of for the park Maud thought of
Viola Cummins. Everybody in New York went
through Nine. Jubot's hairdressing shop, and
Viola was its listening post.
Yes, she must see Viola; therefore Maud left
Hector sleeping. and went to Mime. Jubot's ex-
pensive establishment on Fifty-seventh street
Her excuse water wave. 1t was not until
she was all swathed in white. her scalp tor
tured by 40 combs, that she found it oppor-
tune to ask the important question.
What's the idea about Mrs Rowland?"
Maud threw this out, because Viola had lust
mentioned that name among important
customers.
"Idea?" vi puckered her Chinese eyes.
Another bird in a gilded cage, that's ALL Only
she don't get the gold. That fellow she mar
ried is tght-won't even let her play bridge
1t costs money He covers her with diamonds
and doles her out small change a nickel at q
time. She's just a means of showing OF his
prosperity"
mo wonder Gladys-I mean, Mrs Rowland
gets bitter"
That was all on the subject of the Rowlands.
But Maud went away rapt in her amateur
deductions. Gladys married fer the money
she didn't get; she danced Of evenings, decked
with jewels to advertise vainglorious husband.
And TO protect her, Hector went armed, prowl-
ing through the night.
mfr. StOat went out an hour ago, mas am"