The Tacoma times. [volume] (Tacoma, Wash.) 1903-1949, 1939-11-14
By ROB EDEN

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that would be destroyed immedi-
ately. But she might get the
bonds. at least.
That would be something and
she knew that it would please her
uncle, If he could know, that they
too hadn't fallen into the hands Of
the man who had so cruelty con-
demned him to life Of exile and
taken possession of all his other
things. his business, even his home
as well as his good name.
She examined her reasoning in
the abstract. and dismissed 1t as
utterly ridiculous.
The bonds could not be identi-
fled. They were negotiable bonds
which anyone could cash. Fenw.ck
undoubtedly owned other securi-
ties.
All he would have to do would
be to deny her claim, and that
would end it. And certainly a man
who was guilty of the things she
knew he had done. wouldn't hesi-
tate over a small lie.
Small Window
Reluctantly she cast aside con-
sideration of Fenwick and stood
staring out the small window Of
her third story room.
There was a sudden barking at
the back gate which she could see
from her window
She looked down and saw Dou-
gald quieting Prince to admit the
grocery boy.
Suddenly. something clicked in
her mind. The barking!
She remembered then the COM
motion the night before just as she
was about to slip into Fenwick's
dressing room in desperate effort
to get her hands on the hidden box.
Someone had tried to get into
the grounds. Mary had suggested
at breakfast that if any prowler
had been around, he must be a
stranger in town as certainly
everyone in Rawlton's underworld
would know about the vicious dogs.
A stranger. Perhaps it was
Shores burglar" What If he
hadn't been joking, after all?
What if he had sent someone to
reconnoiter the grounds, to try to
get into the house?
Someone whom he had told the
exact location of the box, and his
/ thief had been frightened away by
the noise caused by the guardian
dogs.
Tried Again
Failing to get in that way. Shore
and his thief had somehow tried
again and succeeded. But how?
Then she knew she had the an
swer. The telephone repair man.
His too prompt appearance after
the lines had gone out.
He must have cut the lines out
side the grounds, and then APP
peared to check on the phones.
knowing they would be dead. Very
clever.
He could have the run of the
house-he had a bag in which he
could carry away the box.
That was exactly what had hap
pened, she was sure, the repair
man. was Rodney Shores bur
glar."
She knew how she could verify
her suspicious, and dashed down.
stairs to the servants room.
There was no one there, and she
looked hastily in the front of the
book, found the repair depart
ments number and dialed it.
No, the Rawlton Telephone COM
pany hadn't been doing any repair
work in the vicinity. There wasn't
a repair crew within several miles
of Terrace Road and Foster Drive.
Repair Man
Satisfied. she hung up. She was
right, the repair man had been the
tnief. He must have Immediately
repaired the line once he was out
side the grounds, so there would
be no check up with the phone
company. Proof of that was that
the phones were now working.
Jill went upstairs to her room.
got a piece of cardboard and a
craving pencil from her purse. and
sat down on her small bed.
With sure, quick strokes she
sketched the face of the repair
man"
She was glad now she had OBJ
served him so closely. She could
draw portrait almost as accurate
as a photograph.
II might help in finding him in
tracing him to Rodney Shore If
he, indeed. were the man who had
sent him there to steal her hidden
treasure.
tTo Be Continued)