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' 3" o. ’o‘ >‘ J u. I ,‘Ww 4 1 J ’ .: . z“ . . l 'o ‘S - . VT “.wf .n' .317. ,5. “"1 l. r if, 1:“ é “ . Ii ' r ._ y s . i» it 5.3 t, 5‘ "'6- .4 I,” .iflig, . , 2 £5 . ,. .. no. ,‘v: ‘ .7 ' PAGE EIGHT "*nmy*mmw*dfii”fifi”1§nunr ' [agreed Dorothy, rising hastily. “So - glad to have met you. Mr. Britz. I been of some assistance hope I’ve Missioner’s jewels. -' about dear Mrs. ' ° Good-afternoon.” ' '! “Good-afternoon, Miss March, a Every good afternoon.” And he was Estepping quickly toward the door Ewhen her sweet voice arrested him. , “But, Mr. Britz.” she cried, “there Ewas something you wished to ask me lâ€"something that was to help you lfind the diamonds?" . l “Some other time, Miss March. thank you," said Britz, smiling. “I " - ' ‘ ‘ ' fwon’t detain you now. Perhaps we’ll m‘mm"mustynwasrnis‘in- l meet at another matinee soon, with a tendon. she would show him what a 1 longer intermission between the acts. womanâ€"Dorothy was all of nineteen lDelighted to have made your acquain- --a woman could do. “I never would i have supposed,” she added. allowing; herself full measure of mischief. ; “that a famous detective could be a; matinee man.” g Britz winced. His ready good; nature partied her shafts, however,: and it was with the same slow smile l that he replied: “Does the author reconcile the man- , nets of the two periods, or. is the} iece one of thosesproblem plays that 1 leave everything to the audience?! :You see, Miss March," he went on. know, Mr. Britz." She tried to recall the advance notice of the production. ”This is the first time I’ve seen it. I dare say the play- . wright has bridged the gap some-z how.” ' “It’s a wide gap to bridge.” ob-* served the detective thoughtfullyl “From reading nineteenth century novels. I should)say it would be hard for the writer to hold interest with such a groundwork for his plot. T511183 were {so different fifty years}: “ actly what my grandfather, lays," Dorothy retorted, fun flashing! b that mignon-face. “Bu: we’ll know lMarch!” murmured Britz as he left lFor days he had sought to learn who tance, Miss March. I know you’re in a hurry to get back to your seat. For- rest audiences .don’t like to be dis- turbed. yo uknow. Good afternoon. Miss March, andâ€"thank you so much!" “Good afternoon, then, Mr. Britz," and she fiitted down the aisle. “Yes, thank you so much, Miss the theatre and merged himself with the afternoon tide in Broadway. He had cause to thank her, he be- lieved. For, in her girlish talk, she had given him the, first Missioner clew of the weekâ€"or, rather, she had extended for him a thread in the mys- tery that had occupied much of his mama from the moment when he received Logan‘s cable saying the paste jewels were made from sketches. among Mrs. Miasioner’s intimates was artist enough to make such delicate draughts of the diamonds as would be required by an artificer for the man- ufacture of imitations. With that ob- ject. he had ascertained Dorothy's in- tention to go to the matinee in the Forrest and had gone to the theatre to meet her under conditions not likeâ€" ly to interfere with such gentle ques- tioning of her as he meant to do.. His veiled interrogation of the society seen how the.author has.succeeded.” gm had brought forth the fact that she added. the end of’this selection." “The orchestra is nearins Curtis Griswold could sketchâ€"that the clubman was sumciently master “Even their amusements were dif' of his pencil to have his skill“ pretty ferent.” mused Britz. golf, tennis, autoing. yachting. they had archery, croquet, sketching. and square dancesâ€"I don’t suppose any- body in society 'sketches nowadays. Miss March?” “I’d hardly say that,” she replied” “There are a few-talented mnâ€"â€" . !! “And many women "0h, almost all women aretmore or less artistic," said Dorothy with con- viction. “But one. must not be unjust to the men on that account)” “I’ll venture to say-â€"well. of c0urse, you’re in society, Miss March, and I’m not,” Britz apologised, "but still I feel pretty certain you can‘t think 01â€")! “Of course, if you don't thinkll can think, Mr. Britz," said Dorothy- with mock indignation that accented her prettiness as a shadowy background emphasizes a jewel, "why, you can’t expectâ€"but I told you you’d find me a poor teacher.” “Now. Miss March. Miss March.” Britz protested. hitching his chair around to gaze at her more directly. Over his shoulder he saw curious eyes, and he realized their feteâ€"a-tete soon must end. Lobby firtaclons were not approved by Forrest audiences. “Well, Mr. Britz?“ This challeng- ingly. “Well, Miss March,” and his smile from a younger man would have cal- led caressing. “we’ve started with discussion of the play. and we touch- ed on authorship. the founder of the Four Hundred, the Wlar with Spain, and a dozen other subjects. Funny how chatter zigzag, isn't it? 'about to say that from all I under- stand the society men of to-dsxy are not as accomplished, even if they are as talented, as the beam: of good Queen Victoria’s gorlhood. Come, now, I'd be willing to bet a box of hanbons you don’t know half 8: dozen men who can draw anything except checks.” “Oh, yes, I do!” she cried gayly. Then, meditatively, "Half a dozen, you say? Do you know, Mr.. Britz, I think you win." “You don’t know as many seas-ix?" Britz inquired, as if the fate of em- pires hung on his winning the Wager that as yet was only a hypothesis. , “It’s humiliating, isn’t it?" she said naively. "But i don’t. There are two or three. thoughâ€"«Teddy Lorimer and Mr. Griswold, and that queer little Frenchman. Anatole -- Anatoleeâ€" oh, you know whom I mean?” “Anatole Daubigny?” “Yesâ€"â€"he draws the funniestfidear- est little dogs." “And his monkeys, Miss Don’t forget his monkeys.” .“Aren’t “161‘ Elmoâ€"sweltravish. mg?" “13 Sm returned. - March. Nevvpor't setâ€"ea lot of apes and be- boons and chimpanzees dress sitting at the table with severed men and women? ‘A Family Re- union,” he calls it.” ‘ “Delightful!" said Britz with en- IIhusiaszn equaling hers. “I perceive we enjoy a good many things in com- mon, Miss March.” She smiled. It was not every matinee girl who could interest‘a urge: who solved world-famous mysteries. “Isn’t it strange!" she said. Then the training of years recalled her to a sense of what she was doing. “I fear we’ve been very unconventional. Mr. Britz,” she said as primly as her prettiness permitted. “But I‘ve en- 10333 0 r little chat very much.” .n n nuans I must be going;w said Britz promptly, "if I’m not to spoil your enjoyment of the mid- Victorian scene. The orchestra. has finiswfi 1‘7“”."' "~ “ - " .a, ., . .A . . _. . . o‘- . Mesquite, all ' Nothing stops the stinfing. mating and itching like bin- Buk. Don’t let the children, or yourself, suffer longer. Apply Zam-Buk and be “bite-proof!" 50:50:.sRDrmhfsa-d5bm I was] in evening l “Imtead of generally known among his acquain- tances. Lorixner and Daubigny, the other society artists she had men- tioned, were not. he knew, in Mrs. Missioner’s circle. It was fortunate for Lieutenant Britz. as well as for Elinor Holcomb and Dr. Fitch, and everybody whose hopes hinged on the detective's suc- cess in solving the great Missioner idiamond mystery. that long custom ,mdo‘imn thread the name of the l city’s throbbing artery automatically. lfor so deeply did tli‘e sleuth ponder the possibilitieé' of his newesthinforma l tion that he had several close escapes lfrom taxicabs, private automobiles, i and trolley cars as he crossed Broad- way and bent his steps toward Fifth Avenue. The case hmi cleared a little, l but his course was not much plains! ithan it had been when he dropped ‘ into the theatre in quest of further knowledge. ”It won’t do to call Miss March as a witness.” he mused, walking north in the carriage-crowded avenue, with that briskncss characteristic of him when his brain was most active. “She Ican't absolutely prove anything." It . was necessary to obtain tangible evi‘ ' Griswold's ability as a ’ draughtsmau. How to do so without alarming the clubman was the we sent problem. Britz was by no means prepared to suspect Griswold of the robbery. He I realized thoroughly that Dorothy’s in- ;formation was all he had to indicate 1 Griswold any more than Sands, or two or three others. He did not even .know whether Miss Holcomb could # draw, and it was no part of his pur~ pose to distress the imprisoned girl with questions betraying the smallest belief in the accusation against her. No; Britz. always honest with him. self. covld, not sav he suspected Cris. lwmd. His method was the cppdsite lot Donnelly’s and Carson’s. Instead -of suspecting everybody, as they in- variably did in cases at all mysteri‘ one, he would not attach suspicion to anyone without satisfactory proof. That was the secret of his success. He was more than a detective; he was a. prosecutor. judge, jury, and counsel to the defense. It accounted for the iact that he rarely made a mistaken arrest, and that when he caused man or women to be placed in the prison- er’s dock, a conviction almost always followed. "Griswold, Sands, All, Blodgettâ€"-â€"" The names presented themselves to the sleuth's mind in that order as he hastened along with no particular place as an objectiveâ€"merely walking to stimulate his mental process. It ,always brightened Britz to pass the l panorama of fashion in Fifth Avenue. -It was with an almost fatherly feel- ling he‘-,,ganced at the rich, the debon~ air, the gay sauntering along the side walks or rolling in automobiles and carriages up and down the asphalt. The safety of their wealth, sometimes of their very lives, depended on the lvigflance, courage, and efficiency of l himself ,and of the few men like him on thetpolice force of New York. So far as the rank and file of the De- partment were concerned, those cares free sons and daughters of opportun~ i-ty might be at the mercy of the ables: birds of prey in the ’human flock. It was because Britz and his compeers .worked and watched and waited so patiently, so devotedly, so ceaselessly, i I l dence of that fashion and finance, coquetry and . commerce, could bask in the sunshine of metropolitan prosperity. A dark-blue limousine standing at the corner of Forty-fourth Street caught his attention. For a moment he studied it as he slackened his pace. Then he stopped short, retraced his steps, crossed to the east side of the avenue, and, through the windows of a waiting cab, trained his gaze on Sherry's fashionable restaurant in front of which the costly automobile stood. Dimly, through the filmy lace curtains. he saw the figures of those lingering over afternoon tea, with a few early diners. He could not dis- tinguish their faces, but something in the bearing of a woman at the first window held his glance. Then a waiter, moving silently about the table, chanced to part the curtains with his elbow, and 'in the momentary gap between the folds of film Britz saw clearly the blonde beauty of Mrs. Missioner, and the clear-cut features of Curtis Griswold. Britz settled himself to wait. The cabman, whose vehicle hb was using ass redepbt. .looked at him insult: â€"_â€"â€"â€"â€"â€"Wâ€"~â€"â€"~ { . u, r? or RHflllllllSM Soot. 0f Sunday School In Toronto cunt By “Fruits-lives ” R. A. WAUGH. Esq. TORONTO, 0NT.. Oct. lst, 1918. “ For along time, 1 have thought of writing you regarding what I term a most remarkable cure effected by your remedy “ Fruit-a-tives ”. I have lived in this city for more than 12 years and am well known. I suffered from Rheu- matism especially in my hands. I have Spent a lot of money Without any. good results. I have taken “ Fruit-a~tives "’ for 18 months now and am pleased to tell you that I am cured. All the enlargement has not left my hands and perhaps never will, but the soreness is all gone and I can do any kind of work. I have gained 85 nude in 18 months ”. P0 It. A. \VAUGH, 55 Dovsacounr Rom. “Fruit-a-tives” will always cure even the most stubborn cases of Rheumatism because it is the greatest blood purifier in the world and acts on the bowels, kid- neys and skin. “ Fruit-a-tives” is sold by all dealers at 50C 3 box, 6 for $12 50, trial size 25c, or will be sent on receipt of price by Fruit-a-tives Limited, Ottawa. ‘M M __ __ -... Ave..-- ingly, but the detective fished out of his pocket a fat cigar with a scarlet- and-gold band, and in a moment he and the cabby were chatting amiably. The Headquarters man had not long to wait. Before the cabman had gone far into discussion of the current ini- tical crisis, the door of the restaurant across the street was swung open by a boy in many buttons, and Mrs. Mis- sioner appeared on the threshold. She was followed closely by Griswold and, after a moment’s pause to glad- den the heart of the much-buttoned youth, by a man the watching detec- tive was somewhat surprised to see-â€" Bruxton Sands. "Home,” said Mrs. Missioner to her chauffeur. Britz could not hear the word, but he read it from her lips. He saw the widow step into her li‘mossine, saw Sands and Griswnld follow. saw the chauffeur throw his clutch, saw the big car glide swiftly south to wheel for a northward trip along the avenue. Before the auto mobile reached a turning point, the detective sprang into the cab, whis pered an address to the driver, and added in a low tone: “Double your fare for speed.’ ’ The cabman lashed his horse, and, knowing his craft, threaded his way through the traffic so quickly that in a short time he was several blocks ahead of the limousine. All the way up the avenue the race continued. Britz well in the lead. At the Fizzy- ninth Street entrance, the automobile swung into the park, but the cabman urged his horse straight up Fifth Avenue, and so great was the. gain made by the short cut that a few blocks further north he dropped his fare in front of a mansion of horns- lng ugliness, touched his hat in acâ€" knowledgment of a generous fee, and was bowling eastward, halfway to Madison Avenue, when the Missioner car reappeared from the Park‘s Sevâ€" enty-second Street gate. “You at least can st0p fer a minute of gossip," said Mrs. Missiouer over ltvr shoulder as she preceded Sands and Griswold into her library. "Fi- nance and club affairs can wait a little while. andâ€"oh!" She stopped in the act of throwing off her furs, and stood gazing at the middle of the room. There. absorbed in his task, at ease in a big chair be- fore the crackling grate, sat Dete. tivo Lieutenant Britz. Pad in one band. pencil in the other, he was sketching "busily. Mrs. Missioner extended a hand he hind her to silence her companions. She turned her head with a smile almost as mischievous as Dorothy could flash. “Hush!" she whispered. She and ;the others watched Britz quietly as {his pencil moved slowly, awkwardly over the paper. From his frequent lglances at the end of the room that held the big safe, it was evident he was making a drawing of it. The Elaborious dragging of his pencil point .‘proved he was not accustomed to such :workâ€"at least, so it seemed to one ,of the three who watched him. But the sleuth stuck to the task doggedly. and at last he bore so heavily on a corner of his sketch that th; point of his pencil broke. He laid down the pad, took out a pocket~knifle, and began to sharpen the pencil. When the point was fash- doned to his liking, he looked up. ,Then and then only did he seem to see the widow and her friends. He arose instantly and bowed to Mrs. Missioner. following that with a short nod to the men behind her. “I told your man to let me come in, madam, because I. had no time to spare," said the sleuth. Mrs. Missioner inclined her head in assent. "'1:th wish to see me?” she inquired. ere, s somethin mor~ to know?” g e you wish ‘She was not in themoodfifor discus- sion of the detective's quest this even- ing. The afternoon tea in Sherry's. l A ,the short ride home, including the turn in the park, with her two most persis- tent admirers, this cozy homeâ€"coming ‘ a winter day, however unreasonable the weather, had made her meditative. Even as she spoke to the detectIVe and' sank dreamily into a conversation chair beside the fire, her eyes strayed frbm Sands to Gris- # I‘REMARKME -uE LINDSAY rosr 3:9” fame £001: or a‘woman"t‘-yh. as to goecide a momentous question. Gris- wold, ever ready to seize the small- est advantage .promptly occupied the other end of the chair. beautiful widow, he Brits and Sands. and he threw into the glances he showered upon the woman all the caress at his command. Britz eyed Sands sharply before re-l plying. He gripped his chin with thumb and, finger, and seemed study- ing the big millionaire, As a matter of fact, he was watching Griswold. His gaze, even as it appeared focused most strongly on Sands, in reality W38 concentrated on the clubman who shared the serpentine chair with the wealthy widow. "I want a plan of the room,” said Britz at length. “A sketch of the safe, too. One of my men was to have Inade draughts for me, but I had to‘ send him out of town at short notice on another end of the case. manship, “I'm doing the best I can.” 'May I see what you have drawn?" ‘a‘sked Mrs. Midsioner pleasantly. Oh, Mr. Britz," she laughed. holding the paper at arm’s length. “I’m afraid you’ll. never make an artist. I hope,” she added hastily, “you have no pro- fessional pride on that point?" “None Whatever.” returned the de- tective. He liked a. woman with a sense of humor. and there was some- ' thing about Mrs. Missioner that up? pealed to him anyway. was merely a substitute.” Sands, towering above the Widow on “I told you I the hearthrug, shot a single, indif-' ferent look at the drawing. Gris- wold’s interest in it was echOed by‘ him in so far that he took the dia- gram from her and examined it for a few seconds. Then, with a short. harsh laugh. he half turned to Britz, alternately bending and straightening the paper in his fingers. “Ever hear of such a thing as per. spective. detective?" he asked con- descendinggly. Britz overlooked the air of superiority. He shook his head thoughtftllly. There was inquiry in his eyes as he waited for Griswold’s next words. “You’d starve to death In a studio,“ scornfully. A crisp little laugh from Britz was the only reply. and made a. microscopic examination of the safe. Then he circled the room. tapping the walls again, moving pieces of furniture to look behind them, turning up corners of the rug, and gas- lng refiectively at the ceiling. lessly at the door, started slightly at sight of the detective, and vanished as silently. Britz pretended not to see the Hindoo. but, in his move- ments about the room. he paused at the threshold, and glanced quickly down the passage. There was no one In sight. All that time, Curtis Griswold, hav- lng ripped off the sheet on which Britz had drawn the rude diagram, was sketching idly as he talked in an undertone to the widow. His words held her attention. She took no note of the detective’s wandering. the heavy silence of Sands, the sound- less appearance and disappearance of the Hindoo. Ripples of laughter re- vealed that she, at least. was amused by what Griswold was saying. It was when Britz, having. finished his de' tailed examination of 'the room, stop- d close beside him that they ked up. “I see you are an artist, Mr. Gris- wold," remarked the sleuth, his eyes on the paper under the clubman’s pencil. Griswold was genuinely surprised. For the first time, he seemed to be- come aware of the shape his idle tracing on the pad had taken. In the course of his brief chat with Mrs. Missioner, he had sketched clearly, accurately, artistically, not only the room, but the great safe at its farther endâ€"sketched them far better in those few minutes than Britz could have done in as many hours. His drawing, almost automatic, showed the subconscious skill ofâ€"to say the leastâ€"an excellent amateur. “Why, that's so," he said, holding up the drawing indifferently. His prowess with the pencil was an old Itory to the widow and his .ivai. Griswold tossed the pad and pencil on the table, and resumed his talk with Mrs. Missioner, turning the cold- est of cold shoulders toward the death. . But Britz was not to be shouldered aside so easily. He addressed him- self to the widow, winning her instant attention with his first query: “Has Miss Holcomb ever told you much about her last year in Smith?” he asked. Mrs. Missioner’s eyebrows arched. “Nothing important enough to re- member, Mr. Britz." she said, staring incredulously. The defective had al- ready assured her warmly of his be. lief in Elinor’s innocence. Could it be he was not going to clear the girl after all? “You know nothing of her engage“ ment to a Harvard undergraduate, then?" he persited. The widow shook her head. "Before her father lost his fortune, I mean,” said the sleuth. “Neither before nor after, Mr. Britz," replied Mrs. Missioner, rising imnstiently. “Miss Holcomb. being a beauty." fi'aturally “received a'gf’éat deal of attnetion, but I never heard of a betrothal.” Lieutenant Britz, still standing be- fore the hearth, moved to let Mrs. Missioner pass. The widow pushed aside the heavy hangings of a win- dow and peered into the twilight backed by the trees in the park. Britz, having moved. took another step. Those gray eyes of his shifted so rapidly they were upon the three others almost simultaneously. So gradually. so slowly did he approach the table that no one noticed his hand upon it. Resting that hand upon the edge, he went on. “I am sorry you are not more min- utely informed concerning Miss Hol- comb's university days.” Slowly his fingers extended until the tips rested on the tiny pad. “In a case like this the smallest knowledge may be of value.” Slowly, ever so slowly, the fingers contracted, drawing the pad with them. “Perhaps if you make an effort, yOu can recall something about theâ€"prisoner’s past, Mrs. Missioner?" The pad was in his hand. Deftly, hr tore off the top sheet and inclosed it in his fingers. As the widow started to speak. and entirely unobserved by Griswold or Sands, the detectIVe slip- ped that agile hand into his pocket ignored both I elsewhere 1: you seek to forge links So,” and ‘ he smiled slowly at his poor work“ the clubman continued 3 He crossed the floor Ali. : the Indian servant, appeared noise? lemml - I "N ," said the rich woman with [more emphasis than would be expec- ted of her large good-nature, “I can recall nothing. I am sure there is recall. You must lock in a chain of evidence against Miss lHolcomb. I have told you all I know iâ€"all I could possibly know." “That being the case,” said Britz lbriskly. "there is nothing more to say. {With your permission, I will send a Idraughtsman to make plans of the Broom and diagrams of the safe." He ghesitated. “I suppose these little art agems of mine,” he resumed With a ldry smile, "may as well meet the fate 'they deserve.” With a quick move- ,ment, he threw all the sheets of paper ion the table and the Dad as well into {the heart of the fire. “Guess I’ll say Good-afternoon,” and with a bow to Mrs. Missioner ,and the coolest of nods to the men. he left the room, the widow's dev tached “Good-afternon, Mr. Britz" Efioating after him. Was he mistaken, Britz asked him- self as he walked quickly along the passage, or did he see a pair of eyes beneath a towering turban peer at him from the corner of a cross-corri- dor? He made a mental note to have the Hindoo servant watched more lclosely as, treating Blodgett’s lofti- ness with exasperatlng indifference, :he tripped down the steps of the Misâ€" ,sioner mansion. and hurried along a lpath in the dark. Once in the shel- 'ter of the shadows, the detective .quickened his pat-e, heading south. 3 His hands clasped behind him, and ‘his thoughts kept time with his steps as he swung along under the Scrap- ‘ing January boughs. 0n the whole. ,he was very Well satified with his day’s work. Not that he had any idea iof calling a halt for the night. He allowed himself plenty of sleep, but he wasted little time on recreati0n. Work was his relaxation. He had an infallible specific against fatigue. "When his duties became wearying, be crowded on more steam or switched {to another phase of the case. A change of points was as restful to .Britz as a change of air. Grudging as he was to himself in ,the matter of praise, he had to admit. ‘however. he had spent his afternoon profitably. From little Miss March :he had learned that Griswold was a ldraughtsmau. and from Griswold him 'self he had tangible proof of that fact in the shape of the tiny sheet of paper from the scratch pad. He took the paper out of his pocket and paused in the light zone of a road- side lamp. Yes. it was beyond ques’ ltion that the hand which in idleness lhad traced that plan of the Missioner glibrary was able, with care, to make la preciSe drawing of the Missioner idiamonds-«even of the great Mahara- Enee. On that count, Griswold was iconvicted by his own hand. I But Britz, as he resumed his swing- 1in: stride. did not delude himself with lfh'e idea “he had a crear case againsr the clubman. All he had was evi- dence that Griswold could have made the sketches by means of which the .Missioner jewels were duplicated 1 Without the necklace itself as a model ,He was not even prepared to suspect lthe widow‘s admirer. He gave full weight to the lack of a motive as the case then stood, to the impossibility that a man who sought to marry Mrs. Missioner would risk‘his chances by stealing gems worth even half a mil- lion, when by wedding her he might gain practical control of all her mil- lions. Moreover, it was by no means certain that Griswold had found op. :portunity to substitute the paste necklace for the original. He was satisfied with his mental picture of the moment when Griswold fastened the necklace about the widow’s neck. It seemed hardly possible that the ,clubman. with Sands and Miss Hol- lcomb in the room, could achieve the substitution undetected. But the truth remained that Gris wold’s skill with a pencil sufficed for the sketches, and it was a clew Britz recognized as important. It was part of his policy to neglect nothing that so much as had room for the germ of revelation. All the time his upper mind was weighing and sifting 11m case as a Whole, his under COIISClOllS i The carriage sped on, its swaying l increasing as the driver evidently urged his horses to a faster pace. Britz speculated on the possibility of an arrest by a park policeman for violation of the speed law. A moment’s reflection told him it was ,improbable. Unless the horses were 'running away, or the coachman was llashing them vindictively, no ordin- ary bluecoat was likely to stop them. Automobiles had educated the police to a new speed standard. What a dozen years before would have caught the instant attention of a mounted policeman. now, by contrast, would seem an ordinary gait. If Britz could smash a pane in a door of the ness was busy with the facts pertain- ,ing Specifically to Griswold’s possible part in the mystery. It was an en ceptional dual process, but Britz had that kind of a mind. It enabled him to proceed smoothly and steadily with the main facts of a case and, simul- ,taneously, to weed out the unimpor- tant points of his information. Of Elinor's innocence, Lieutenant .Britz still had no tiniest doubt. The lmore insistently new disclosures ltended to connect her with the dis- appearance of the Maharanee dia- gmond, and the other stones of Mrs. iMissloner’s necklace, the more reso- llutely he clung to his deduction that :her course from the first to last had fibeen that of one guiltless of crime. He maintained the judicial attitude of his mind toward the successive ,discoveries he made, but he did not lsee how the sternest jurist could lis- lten with patience to the strongest of {briefs against such an open nature ias Elinor Holcomb’s. ‘Donnelly’s find- 1'ing the genuine diamond in her room ;meant nothing, save that the real lthief had left the jewel there by acci- ldent or design. To his mind, the :exact whereabouts of the stone ar- gued a deliberate attempt had been ,made to destroy the girl. It remained lto be ascertained whether that at- ; tempt was born of enmity, or was due {simply to a desire to throw off sus- ‘picion. He realized perfectly the pos- sibility that it sprang from a combi nation of the two motives. Who, then. was most likely to have placed the diamond in the secre- tary’s room? Who could have most to gain by causing her arrest and con- viction? Was it the purpose of the criminal to have the girl suspected only long enough for him to cover his l main. from- Griswold to Sands. was. Eben._iha_.hand.._canie out... ‘it. was ““1 ‘mmm- 0‘ did ha «313th W‘ - u. ...,A.. [that She be found 56.1., - ..... nod to penal servitude? If the latter plan was formed, would the thief con tent himself with the almost over powering circumstantial evidence al. ‘Sumh’ ready accumulated against Elinor, or \‘ilic. ,..,,,,,_,~ would he venture to throw further (;.1L11(J1»J{I‘\S' i‘lxi. l'Ri'II) “(MALES 31.12,. suspicion upon her? And if the crim- inal contemplated pursuing the pris- oner beyond the threshold of tn: .m.....,» ‘n. ‘ 'fl "4101 mar Tombs, would he operate through the ‘ Ltupidlty of Donneily an Carson, .or would he bend his energies on the District Attorney? briefly on the chance that the thief would be bold enough to appear a: a witness for the prosecution. 1:14:11 dismissed it as too improbable to at feet the present development of lhc tranche. case. The detective flung himself on a bench and pondered the day’s devel opments until the first ting of his Jurgensen, the gift of a grateful lap tain of indUstry. told him it was iJhE past his diam: hour. Then lm ans; lighted a cigar. broke the mat h flicd itatively into a dozen bits, and ow.â€" more took up his southward stride On two points he had made up in mind. The first was that. star-e Uri: wold’s delicately manipulated frayon had drawn Lint far ezuug‘u in o the case to bc a possible tartar. he vvoul‘: have the clubman trailed more l‘mr oughly than had been done thus far , [he would set Marritt. tireless lift he, at Griswolds heels. The lit-ct n ant's second dcoision came frcin I? a real or fancied glimpse of the t;r‘.cu ed head fiirliihg of the passage. little visit the would cf The (Ufii {- flick: 8 around lie to the . homc v" “"‘ vg‘ " II) :" :1 -Q l ,. . lterious ()..e.....1 .ho had talcd Hr, Barn-Jars, hf'dllti. Missioner's attertian to the laSity -.: the supposed Binnarancc diam' Ld site opera ‘oox. :.z.d ‘ wore in the ,. Britz. of Ht:a:.,-u:.r would not go as ters. He stopped under the 10-.\'~?.allgm bough of a great cal: tree to get i better light. As he was about t strike a match. his use for tx.a' pr ticnlar (:2; 52552111: caused fcr till another :mnul'). lit) lounu “3.0571. bound, gagged, helpless, with thr . men sitting on him, bowling rapnily in a cab along the park drive in a direction which. owing to ing excitement of the last six’y seconds, he could not aSt-ertain. All he knew was that he was a captive; that he had been seized in a way un- usual to city highwaymen, and that for the present. a struggle for re- lease diture of his strange; To 'be continued -' I..- w FOR SALE OR TO RENT [ ____.- -__ l '.l'le S \l. iri- would be simply a uselessâ€"â€" perhaps worse than uselessâ€"expen- [fiOR SALE-Massey Harris Mowâ€" 7' 81‘ I for half price. 1,46 Elgin St. I.â€" WAN’TEll-For S.S Llariposu. 'l‘EACHER -' N0. 19, only cut fifty acres, Will sell Apply B. A. Woods, Pbl't‘ltf’st ant holding second class, Normal certifiâ€" cate. Boarding place convenient mth’ â€" â€"- Duties to, JAMES KEITH Commence Sept 15!. Apply stating ex- perience and 5211an expected to All)" Rural mall and telephone. ert E. Rich, Sec-Tress, (Jakwood P.‘ U. W ‘ FARM T0 RENTâ€"loo acres, 85 clear- ; ed and in good state of cultivation, lot north half of 3, con. 10, Emily, C . miles from Lindsay, two miles from __ , twc l . VL‘l' n... I Who 1.. Buildings on farm medium. For par l "' nip-”i" 'ticulars apply to W. O’Neil, Lindsay. ? church, school, post office and «stores. Leading road from Lindsay Ontâ€"WU. ‘_â€" â€"...w.â€"‘ ___.,__, FARM FOR SALEâ€"1m) acres more r ' 'I’SS, ’li . trip of Fenelou. Land soil, iuon. main road to Lindsay and mail on 2nd l‘on. Lot 13 in the ritz considered 1 3,43,). } .. ' . ‘1 “Lin: . [hos bteuart L. ‘VJJ'Lonum l4 ’ delivery. 1 mile from Islay school, 2_ miles from Glenarnl, church, store and blacksmith shop, 45 acres Srcdifld down. Owner will Sell cheap. Wants: to go West. Geo. H. Green, owner (:11 farm. IFOR SALEâ€"um the beautiful Village; witl ‘ (J Kirkiield, one frame house good stone cellar, soft water cisterr l with pump, and an acre of land, sts ,; ole for two horses and a cow, 4 be: , pens well wired, six beautiful maple: in front with property" shade trees adjoining worth two thousand tars. Just the spot for a retired far mer. Three churches, large school not good stores, and a good doctor ii village. For price and all particulars 9. clear deed with property, up ‘lv In H. i‘flCf'V. ion! 35_ ”lino-id dol FARM FOP. ship of SALEâ€"Being the wee! ' half of lot 32, first Concession Town s Feneion, on the Victoria l l . l l l 1 Road, containing one hundred acreo‘ more or less. Less one fifth an acrcf taken an 83.109 Kong "use; Zatuiofp'e 9q1;.‘“““‘-‘s\§"”« off for long Point Methodist; Church on the farm. Post office or: cultivation, balance grain. For further particulars applx Myles angarth, Victoria Boat 0. to P. ..__â€"_â€"â€"â€"â€"â€" sheet music and of musical instruments 2-cent Jewsharp to 3 Get- books, sorts from a F VERYTHING IN MU SIGâ€"Music .1 all Several second-hand and sewing machines on hand, all in firstâ€"class condition and sold for small money and on easy terms if lesired. Columbia graionolas and records a specialty. and they are a specialty in every way. There isn’t anything like them Also furnishings for musical instru ments of every kind. Piano polish, 3-in-1 oil, and all the rest. Brown’s Music Store, Kent St... Lindsay. graphophones l l I l i organs, violins I I hard Heintzman Baby Grand Piano.’ I der seconcl ’ growth timber, suitable for ranch o' l .tvuias (”Sow ‘ l Banmc's' 501mm“, Nun-1.. "3 0" 1"“ ll“: Hang M “ . Hr, ' ‘tio,u“c‘. 5"“... 7" ,. i nan :il zovvcsf :.-.!.,._ ' "I’dhe- " .. . " Vim; } ‘9 (s a" , ‘uld': . .1 . “51’ ‘r r - ..I ‘- , ‘n-t '5" (li'. "t 1.llld§.1), l);,- I! All“ . n" I‘J‘Aii R. 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