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Battle gave a Disguised grunt
and-and l sort Of got paralyzed
And l could see what II meant
tried not to give the wrong word
I tried to think Of things quite
outside-like squirrels or flowers
and the Amp was there watching
me with eyes like gimlets you
know. sort of boring inside one
And after that-oh. il got worse
and worse and one day the Amp
talked 10 me quite kindly and So
so understandingly and - and l
broke down and said / had done II
and oh! Daddy. the relief"
Battle was stroking his chin
Il see"
You do understand?
mo Sylvia, l don't understand,
because I'm not made that way If
anyone tried TO make me say I'd
done something | hadn't I'd feel
more like giving them a sock on
the Jaw But l see how IL came
about In your case-and that gim-
let eyed Amp of yours has had as
pretty an example OF unusual psy-
chology showed under her nose as
any half-baked exponent of misun-
derstood theories could ask for The
thing TO do now is 10 clear up this
mess Where's Miss Amphrey?"
Miss Amphrey was lowering
tactfully near at hand Her sympa-
thetic smile froze on her face as
Superintendent Battle said bluntly:
In justice to my daughter,
must ask that you call in your local
police over this"
But Mr.. Battle. Sylvia her
self"
Sylvia has never touched a
thing that didn't belong to her in
this place"
II quite understand that. as a
father"
I'm not talking as a father but
as a policeman. Get the police to
give you a hand over this. They'll
be discreet. You'll find the things
hidden away somewhere and the
right set of fingerprints on them.
expect. Petty pilferers don't think
Of wearing gloves I'm taking my
daughter away with me now If the
police find evidence-real evidence
to connect her with the thefts,
I'm prepared for her to appear in
court and take what's coming to
her. but I'm not afraid"
AS he drove out OF the gate with
Sylvia beside him some five min
utes later. he asked:
Who's a girl with fair hair, ra-
ther fuzzy. very pink cheeks and a
spot on her chin. blue ewes far
apart? l passed her in the pas
sage"
That sounds like Olive Par
sons"
"Ah, we'll, l shouldn't be sur.
prised II she were the one"
Did she look frightened
NO, looked SNUG! Calm SNUG
look I've seen in the police court
hundreds OF times! I'd bet gooc
money she's the -thlef-but yor
won't find HER confessing-not
much"
Sylvia said with sigh
ITS like coming out OF a bad
dream Oh. Daddy. l am sorry! Oh
I am sorry! How could I be such a
fool, such an utter fool? I do feel
awful about it."
"Ah, WE'LL" said Superintendent
Battle, patting her on the arm with
hand he disengaged from the
wheel, and uttering one Of his pet
form Of trite consolation Don't
you worry. These things are sent tc
try us Yes, these things are sent
to try US. At least, l suppose so.
don't see what else they can be
sent for. :"
April 18th
The sun was pouring down or
Neville Strange's house at Hind.
head.
1t was an April day such as usu,
ally occurs at least once in the
month, hotter than most of the
June days to follow.
Neville Strange was coming
down the stairs He was dressed ir
white hannels and held four tennI,
racquets under his arm.
If man could have been select,
ed from among other Englishmer
as an example of lucky man witt
nothing TO wish for. a selection
committee might have chosen Ne