The Hollis Tribune (Hollis, Okla.), Vol. 2, No. 18, Ed. 1 Friday, December 15, 1911 Page: 3 of 8
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rch In the opera box of Mrs.
Dorothy Marc: .
Mlssloner, a wealthy widow. It Is oc-
casioned when Mrs. Missloner's necklace
breaks, scattering the diamonds all over
the floor. Curtis Griswold and Bruxton
Bands, society men In love with Mrs. Mis-
sioned gather up the gems. Griswold
steps on what Is supposed to be the cele-
brated Maharanee and crushes It. A. Hin-
doo declares It was not the genuine. An
expert later pronounces all the stones
substitutes for the original. One of the
missing diamonds la found In the room
of Elinor Holcomb, confidential compan-
ion of Mrs. Mlssloner. She is arrested,
notwithstanding Mrs. Missloner's belief
in her Innocence. Detective Brltz takes
np the case. He asks the co-operation of
Dr. Fitch, Elinor's fiance, In running
down the real criminal. Brltz learns that
duplicates of Mrs. Missloner's diamonds
were made In Paris on the order of
Elinor Holcomb. While walking Brlti Is
seized, bound and gagged by Hindoos. He
1a Imprisoned In a deserted house, but
makes his escape. Brltz discovers an In-
sane diamond expert whom he believes
was employed by either Sands or Gris-
wold to mft-ke counterfeits of the Mlsslon-
er gems. Two Hindoos burglarize the
home of Sands and are captured by Brltz.
On one of them he finds a note signed
by "Mllllcent" and addressed to "Curtis."
Brltz locates a woman named Mllllcent
Delaroche, to whom Griswold has been
paying marked attentions. The Swaml at-
tends a ball at Mrs. Missloner's home, but
learns nothing further about the dia-
monds. Brltz disguised as a thief, visits
the apartment of Mllllcent. He finds a
box that once contained the missing dia-
monds, but it is empty. The detective
concludes that the Hindoos have antici-
pated h!rn in the recovery of the Jewels,
lie visits their quarters and has an ex-
citing experience with a snake. The
Bwaml returns all the real diamonds to
Mrs. Mlssloner, except the Maharanee,
which he Insists must be returned to the
temple In India, whence It was stolen.
Britz gives his theories to the chief of po-
lice, showing how Griswold has devised
the whole plot, placing the blame on
Elinor. The detective captures the Hin-
doos Just as they are about to sail for
India one of them has the Maharanee
Imbedded In his leg. Griswold and Mrs.
£>elaroche are arrested.
"Perjurer!" she screamed. "Liar!
Each word was like the snap of a
lash that brought a wincing start from
Griswold as if a black snake whip
had stung him. He stretched his
hands toward her imploringly.
"Mllllcent!" he cried.
"Never call me by that name again,"
she almost screamed. "I wish I could
forget every occasion on which you
have dared to utter It. You wretch!"
and she wrung her hands futilely, as
if she would like to clasp them about
Fitch opened the door softly and
looked in. Behind him stood Elinor
Holcomb and Detective Williams. At
a sign from Brltz, they entered the
room noiselessly and stood beside the
door. Before Williams could close it
upon them, Mrs. Missioner and Brux-
ton Sands appeared on the threshold.
Mrs. Delaroche turned to Britz in
cold fury, an Icy reaction from her
▼olcanlc rage of the moment before.
"I will tell you all you wish to
know, lieutenant," she said. "I will
tell you all I know about Mr. Gris-
wold. He is the man," Mrs. Dela-
roche continued, "who stole Mrs. Mis-
The wealthy widow, standing near
the door, put her hand to her heart as
If about to faint from the shock.
Bands, his only thought being to sup-
port her in such a trying moment, for-
got the presence of all the others,
and passed his arm about her shoul-
ders to steady her slightly swaying
form Elinor, with a little sigh, turned
to Fitch and clasped both his hands
with unmistakable tenderness. Then
her head sank upon his shoulder, rid
the doctor, bolder than Sands, en-
circled her waist with his arm.
Britz, without making a move to In-
terrupt Mrs. Delaroche, stretched one
hand behind him and pressed a button
that communicated with the room
where Gordon and Hicks waited with
the four Hindoos. The connecting door
opened and the Orientals could be
seen within. Mrs. Delaroche, ab-
sorbed in her own grievances, intent
only upon vengeance that should shat-
ter Curtis Griswold to the very founda-
tion of the man, again fixed her eyes
upon him as she continued her de-
nunciation to the detective. Britz and
Manning listened alertly. Gordon, in
the adjoining room, whipped out a
notebook and began taking In short-
hand everything the woman said.
"Yes, you stole the jewels," said
Mrs. Delaroche to the crouching club-
man in his chair. "I didn't know It
when you gave them to me, and fool
that I was, the suspicions I might
have had were kept aloof by my af-
fection for you. You wooed me for a
long time. You told me I was the only
woman in the world. You swore you
never had a single thought of any
other. And all that time, it seems,
you were courting this Mrs. Mlsslon-
er. You were seeking to win her—
for her wealth, I suppose—It matters
not for what. And even while you
were In her house as a recognized,
even an accepted suitor, you robbed
the very woman you really intended to
Turning with a panther's speed and
with Its steely strength, she ad-
dressed herself again to Britz.
"Mr. Griswold!" she said, "gave me
a necklace a few weeks ago—a dia-
mond necklace. It was contained in
the jewel case you found In my room.
He told me he had purchased it for
me, and that it was to be his bridal
gift. I wondered at the munificence
o *.he present, but he assured me he
was a man of much greater wealth
than was generally supposed, and that
when we were wed, we would live in
luxury equaling that of anyone in New
York society. I believed him. He
explained-that he wished me to take
charge of the necklace at once as he
feared to keep it in his own apart-
ment, and for business reasons did
not wish to intrust it to a safe deposit
company. When the news of the Mls-
sloner diamond robbery was published
in the newspapers, I commented upon
it to the man I supposed to be my
fiance, and expressed wonder as to
whether Mrs. Mlssioner's diamonds
were as beautiful as those he had
given me. He asked me to say noth-
ing about my possession of the neck-
lace until our wedding day. He said
he did not wish the directors of tie
Iroquois Trust Company to know he
had laid out such a large sum of
money yet awhile.
"When you, Mr. Brltz, tried to steal
the necklace from my room; when, in
fact, you did take the case that had
contained them, I supposed you to be
an ordinary burglar. Naturally I be-
came excited at the thought of losing
such magnificent gems. How the
jewels were ever taken from my cus-
tody I do not yet know I have no
idea where they are All I do know
is that Curtis Griswold stole them,
and that, in turn, they were stolen
"As for you," and she turned upon
Griswold anew, "I pray Heaven I
shall never hear your name again
unless It be under circumstances that
will give me further opportunity to
revenge myself upon you!"
Silence followed the theatrical out-
burst of the woman. Griswold stood
with clasped hands, his eyes on the
floor. Mrs. Mlssloner, her eyes reso-
lutely averted from his crouching
form, gazed at Brltz expectantly.
Elinor, her fine wor \nhood atbrlll
with sympathy In spite of her weeks
of suffering—more keenly because of
It, perhaps—sought to soothe the agi-
tation of Mrs. Delaroche, who was
close to collapse.. Fitch, too, strove
to calm the woman. As a man he
pitied her; as a physician, ho felt
some alarm for her because of the
great excitement to which she had
wrought herself—excitement plainly
beyond the endurance of her emo-
tional nature. A feeling akin to In-
dignation stirred him when, glancing
toward Brltz, he saw a sarcastic smile
on the detective's face. His hands
in his pockets, he was rocking gently
on his heels, and watching Mrs. Dela-
roche as one would concentrate his
vision on a great tragedienne near
the grand finale of her performance.
"Bravo 1" said the lieutenant de-
tective at last. "Bravissimo, Mrs.
Delaroche! If it were not for detain-
ing our good friends, I'd insist upon
an encore. Really, you know, you're
entitled to any number of curtain
calls for that."
The heroine of the Renaissance
burglary flashed furious eyes upon
him. Fitch, despite all he knew Brltz
had done for Elinor, could not con-
ceal his anger. Even Miss Holcomb
was indignant. Mrs. Missioner and
Sands looked at the detective expect-
antly. Manning's face was impassive.
He was prepared for any surprise
from his shrewd lieutenant.
"You behold in Mrs. Delaroche,"
said Britz, including everybody In a
sweep of his hand, "one of the most
talented actresses In America. True,
she isn't on the stage, but that's only
because the managers haven't discov-
ered her. If any of the big managers
saw such an example of her art as
this, he'd engage her on the spot."
"I don't understand you, Mr. Britz,"
said Mrs. Missioner inquiringly.
"Mrs. Delaroche understands me,
Mrs. Missioner," returned the sleuth.
"She knows exactly what I mean.
Don't you, Mrs. Delaroche?"
"No!" said the woman from the
Renaissance so sharply the word was
like a poniard thrust.
"No?" retorted the detective. "How
truly unfortunate! Surely you are
mistaken, madam; surely you recall
what happened in Paris? It can't be
you've forgotten how you obtained
possession of the Missioner necklace
—the one with the Maharanee dia-
mond, you know?"
She clung to silence as to a rock
of refuge. Britz, still rocking lightly
on his heels, raised a finger warning-
ly and looked at her with that same
"You know as well as I do, Mrs.
Delaroche," he went on, "that Curtis
Griswold didn't steal the Maharanee
necklace. Whatever other crimes are
upon him, he is guiltless of that—in
act, at any rate."
The woman kept her eyes on the
floor, her face partly turned away.
All the others stared at Brltz In
amazement, not excepting the Chief
of the Detective Bureau.
"Lets run through the pages of
history, Mrs. Delaroche," continued
the lieutenant. "Personal history, of
course—the history of clever little
Miss Vincent, one of the brightest
young women in Paris. You remem-
ber her when she was an art student
there, getting along as well as she
could on a New England Income In
the Latin Quarter. A bright, clever
little girl she was, to be sure, and it
was too bad she had such a hard
struggle to realize her artistic
All his hearers listened attentively
—Mrs. Delaroche, in spite of resolute
efforts to appear indifferent, full as
faithfully as the others.
Prince Kananda moved forward un-
til he stood within several feet of
Mrs. Delaroche. She turned her head
slightly and saw him. A-glance of
mutual recognition passed between
them, but so quickly that It was un-
obse/ved by the others. The Prince
eyed her steadily, with malignant
gaze, as of a man who has been
tricked. A wild fear leaped into her
eyes and she moved away, edging
closer to Britz.
"It Isn't to be wondered at," said
Britz sympathetically, "when you re-
call the many hardships Miss Vin-
cent endured—when you remember
on how many mornings she had to
trudge to her copying work in the
Louvre without even the poor con
solation of a French breakfast, that
she permitted a young Hindoo gentle-
man to spend a little money upon
her. It wasn't exactly In line with
sentment that Mrs. Missioner and
MIsb Holcomb shrank away a little.
"And It needn't astonish us," Brltz
continued, "that when the polished
Oriental brought about her acquaint-
ance with an American multi-million-
alre she accepted friendly little cour-
tesies from the rich man. even go-
ing so far as to dine with him In sev-
eral of the luxurious cafes for which
Paris Is famous. The American was
a man from her own country—a big,
good-natured, whole-souled chap, thor-
oughly satisfied with his fortune and
"Therefore, why shouldn't the lone-
ly, starving Miss Vincent enjoy gay
little dinners and, perhaps, gayer lit
tie suppers with him? She was al-
ways chaperoned. By whom? By the
Hindoo, of course. Besides, the mil-
lionaire's wife knew there was a dash
of romance In her husband that made
him delight In these excursions Into
the realm of the unusual."
Mrs. Delaroche sat with those bril-
liant eyes of hers bent rigorously on
the rug. The other women glanced
at her curiously, Manning with suspi-
cion, Kananda with a glitter in his
eyes that seemed to command si-
lence. But she did not look at the
"However," ran the detective's mon-
ologue, "you'll have to admit, Mrs.
Delaroche, that it wasn't exactly
grateful on Miss Vincent's part to
listen to the Hindoo when he offered
her a large bribe to—shall we say,
steal a certain rare and verv beauti-
ful diamond froi the multl-milllon-
Mrs. Delaroche's breath came In a
series of soft gasps—almost In sobs.
A rose film seemed to spread over
her exquisite complexion.
The famous detective paused for a
moment and looked accusingly at her.
When he spoke, It was with finality.
"Mrs. Delaroche, you were Miss
Vincent," he said; "you were the im-
poverished girl artist of the Latin
Quarter. You have been married
since, and now you are a divorcee—
but you were Miss Vincent"
She recovered her poise for a mo-
ment and gazed at him defiantly.
Then her courage broke again, and
"It is true. How you have learned
it I cannot guess, but—it is true."
Doris Missioner, despite the sug-
gestion conveyed In the lieutenant's
revelations, gazed at Mllllcent Dela-
roche commlseratingly. Elinor's pity
was more open.
"And now," Britz went on, "Mrs.
Delaroche either stole those jewels In
Paris or in New York. If they were
stolen in Paris, the authorities of this
city have no jurisdiction In the case.
On the other hand, we can prove the
necklace was In her possession only
added in a voice laden with the vln-
dictiveness Bhe felt.
The semicircle of listeners contract-
ed until Mrs. Mlssloner, Miss Hol-
comb, Sands, and Fitch were close to
Britz. The detective, turning to the
"I have had the good fortune to re-
cover the Maharanee diamond for you,
Mrs. Mlssloner, aud It remalnB only to
trace the other jewels of the necklace.
I dare suy Prince Kananda can tell us
where they are."
"As I told you over the telephone,
Lieutenant llritz," Mrs. Mlssloner an-
swered, "1 have reoovered my Jewels."
"All?" asked the detective, slightly
"All." replied the widow. "Moreover.
1 do not care to prosecute anyone con-
nected with their disappearance."
"Not the Hindoos who were respon-
sible for their second disappearance—
Is it possible you do not wish them to
be punished?" Britz expostulated.
"I do not," said Mrs. MlBsioner
quietly. "I understand their connec-
tion with the myBtery thoroughly. In
spite of the drastic methods they pur-
sued, I do not blame them. They did
not seek the lesBer stones of the
necklace. In fact. thoBe gems were re-
turned to me this morning by one of
the Orientals—a man of scholarly at-
tainment and high character, whom I
met In the East. These devotees-
fanatics, If you will—have braved
death and Imprisonment to recover a
jewel which 1 take it Is precious in
their eyee as was the Holy Grail to
the Crusaders. It Is a question not
merely of religion, but of extreme
piety with them. Under such circum-
stances I cannot consent to apprtir
against them, nor to countenance any
attempt to punish them. Besides, there
was a mistake in the acquisition of the
Maharanee diamond. It belongs to
these men of the East. They are free
to take It. I surrender all claim upon
With an air of unmistakable respect
Brltz turned toward the widow.
'In the eyes of the law," he said, ex
tending the big Maharanee, "this stone
Is yours. You may do with It as you
Mrs. Mlssloner accepted the stone,
permitting her eyes to linger a mo
nent on Its blazing splendor. Then
she wheeled abruptly and passed the
diamond to the Prince.
"It is yours," she Bald. "Take it."
Kananda's eager fingers closed op
"Mrs. Mlssloner has restored your
property," Brltz said, turning to the
Oriental, "and I dare say the Chief
will agree with me that it Is not neces
Bary for us to take your case as far as
he District Attorney's office. You and
your fellow countrymen are at liberty
to go. I advise you to go quickly be-
fore I get to thinking too strongly
will be a complete vindication of your
fiancee. My best wishes for your haj*
Brltz then turned to Mrs. Mlssloner^
"As for the prisoner, Griswold, Mrs-
Mlssloner," he said, "It inakeB little dif-
ference to him that he was not arrest'
ed for the theft of your diamonds. The
directors of the Iroquois Trust Com-
pany have a case against him strong
enough to Bend him up the river for
a long while. I trust, Mr. Sands,"
Brltz added significantly, "that in you*
new-found happiness you will forgel
the momentary unpleasantnes between
After all, you see, I was acting in
The rare smile the millionaire
flashed at the lieutenant as with a pro-
prietory air he took Doris Mlssloner*!
hand In his was as eloquent an expre.v
8lon or friendly gratitude as anyone ta
Boclety or "the Street" would expect o<
SWIFT POSTMEN OF VENICE
They Are Clever In Dodging th
Canals and Know Every Street
Probably the letter carriers of Ven-
ice are the most ingenious In tb«
world. They know how to dode«
every waterway, turning up on their
routes with a precise regularity thai
convinces you they have mapped
every scrap of the damp city's drr
land on their brains, if you go to
your destination by gondola they can
heat you thereto by a good bit oC
time. What they know about canal*
has been applied by them to navlgar
tlon on land and they know everr
tiny street in the city.
Of course, there are postofflce gon-
dolas, too, gay yellow things that
quite outcolor the yellow sunlight, and
any day you happen over the bridge
of the Rlalto you will see them fas-
tened to their red-and-gold poles Just
underneath the old palatial Fondaco
del Tedeschl, which, centuries ago.
by decree of the Venetian senate, twe
famous architects of early days, Ql-
rolamo Tedesco and Giorgio SpaventOt
built for the use of the many German
merchants then living in Venice
(somewhere about the year 1606).—
a day or two ago, and if the crime j about lhat llttie upside-down ride you
was committed In this country, we
will call In the District Attorney." He
turned abruptly toward the woman.
"Mrs. Delaroche," Brltz said, "I do
not believe Mrs. Missioner #111 call
on the French authorities to act, if
the crime was committed In their
jurisdiction. If the jewels were taken
here, Mrs. Missioner will have no
choice in the matter."
She seized at the bait Turning
gave me In Riverside drive. I have
the honor to wish Your Royal High-
ness a very good morning!"
He made a mock obeisance as the
Hindoos, released from their shining
steel bonds, filed silently out of the
"Miss Holcomb," Bald Brltz, "Chief
Manning will procure your release In
Just about the time It takes us to go
from here to the court. You will be
In Case of a Fall.
Not enough attention is paid to the
falls of childhood. Mothers get so
used to children tumbling around that
they take it quite lightly unless bonee
It should be remembered that In-
juries to the soft bones of a child
may do permanent harm, especially If
there be a head hurt.
Keep the child quiet for a time who
has had a hard fall, bathe the part
freely with some soothing lotion, and
If there seems to be trouble that does
not yield to simple home remedies,
send for a doctor at once.
her flashing eyes on the detective, she j discharge(j at 0nce. Yes, doctor, that
"The jewels were stolen In Paris."
A tense silence was broken by
"You'll have to show me," ho
snapped. "It's your last chance to
tell the truth."
"I stole the collarette from Mr. Mis-
sioner," she admitted. "It was short-
ly before his death, a long time ago
The plot had all been laid. Griswold
and Prince Kananda got me to do It.
I met Griswold through Mr. Missioner.
He made love to me, made me believe
he wanted to marry me. Then, one
day, he proposed the plan to steal the
jewels. It almost made me laugh, for
I was already trying to get them for
the Prince. His plan was to have
me induce Mr. Mlssloner to let me
wear them one night and disappear
with the collarette about my throat.
I had agreed to do this, when Grls-
wold-'—phe cast a withering look at
the clubman—"brought me the sub-
stitute. He didn't know, of course,
that I was in the pay of the Prince,
and I didn't Inform him of it. Well,
one night Mr. Missioner, after much
urging on my part, took the collarette
from his wife's Jewel box and let me
wear It at a little supper party. It was
then I made the substitution."
"What did you do with the real
necklace?" Manning Interjected.
•I Kept It," Mrs. Delaroche returned
with a bland smile. "I informed he
Prince that I had changed my mind
about committing the robbery, and I
told Mr. Griswold that I had been un-
able to make the substitution."
"But the paste jewels he had given
you—what did you tell him in regard
to them?" Brltz asked.
"I simply told him 1 had lost them,"
"If you only had some ruins In this
country," said the foreigner, "It would
be much more Interesting than It Is."
"Ruins!" replied the leading citi-
zens; "If ruins add interest, we have
em. Come around and have a look
at the courthouse that we built here
about fifteen years ago."
New England conventionality, of she replied. "The fact of the matter
"Yes, You Stole the Jewels
course, but the aristocratic Easterner
had been Introduced to her formally
enough, his behavior was always re-
spectful, and she—well, she was very
lonely and very blue and often very
Mrs. Delaroche bit her lip and
turned on Brltz a look of such re-
is, I fooled both the Prince and Mr.
Griswold Of course, when Mrs. Mls-
sloner discovered the robbery, Mr.
Griswold guessed what I had done,
and since then he has been urging me
to turn the real Jewels over to him.
But I was determined not to let him
have them until our marlrage," she
Permitting Her Eyes to Linger a Moment on Its Blazing Splendor.
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