The Sayre Headlight, Vol. 12, No. 48, Ed. 1 Friday, July 21, 1911 Page: 3 of 8
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In ths Diamond Horatihoa.
A Kiri's acraam clashed with the
aoprano's high noto In the Jewel
Song, and In a moment the Metropoll
tan Opera House was In confusion.
The ory, half suppressed, broke the
spell peculiar to a "Faust" night The
somewhat portly Marguerite, her
wolce soaring like a cage-born bird
suddenly freed, was decking her ma-
ture person with the glistening stage
Rems left on her scenic doorstep by
the suavest of devils. As the singer
hung about her neck the rope of pearls
with which Mephlsto planned to fet-
ter her soul, Mrs. Mlssloner, swinging
her fan with a freer motion, struck
the slenderest part of her diamond ____________
-collarette. The blow was sharp. The che&tra and balconies recalled the
golden thread on which the choicest singers for their meed of praise.
As they passed, bowing and smiling
before the curtain, a low cry came
from Mrs. Mlssloner's throat
“O-oooh!" she exclaimed, half-
rising In her excitement, "the largest
of all Is gone! The Maharanee!”
Instantly the turmoil was renewed.
Dorothy sprang to her feet and, be-
fore either of the men could antlcl-
In all that electric sparkle, no
gems outshone the Mlssloner Jewels,
of which the necklace Mrs. Mlssloner
wore that night was the masterpiece.
For In Its center biased the famoas
"I think we’ve found them all,"
said Sands, rising and implying bis
cupped band Into the miniature moun-
tain In Mrs. Mlssloner’s lap.
Sands and Orlswold returned to
their chairs. Reluctantly realizing
the thrilling little by-scene was at an
end, the other members of the audi-
ence again focused their attention on
the stage. Mephlsto befooled Dame
Martha, Faust won Marguerite, and
the curtain descended on an operatic
triumph, only to be raised and low-
ered and raised again as boxes, or-
of the Mlssloner Jewels In their per-
forated settings were strung, snapped.
Instantly most of the freed drops of
frozen fire that constituted Mrs. Mls-
sloner's magnificent necklace—the
one with the Maharanee diamond—
were rolling on the floor of the box.
Mrs. Mlssloner, as the little scream
broke from Dorothy March, a debu-
tante she had taken under her wing pate her, began pushing the chairs
for the evening, clutched at the few
diamonds that fell Into her lap. Miss
March drew her skirts tightly about
her ankles and shrank Into a corner
of the box, making room.for the man
who sprang to Mrs. Mlssloner’s aid.
nefore another moment sped, Curtis
Orlswold was on his knees scooping
together the scattered Jewels with
snow-gloved hands. Bruxton 8andB,
slower of movement, bent with more
dignity to the task. In the next box,
separated from Mrs. Mlssloner's only
by a low velvet rail, a man of Orien-
tal features and complexion turned
to watch the scramble for the Jewels.
Though he did not stir from his place,
his hawklike face seemed to thrust
Itself Into the center of the excited
"Continue! Continue!” the singer
urged, as she bent her gaze from the
box to the conductor.
"What’s the matter? Go on! Go
-on!" the stage manager cried in un-
dertones from tho wings. Ushers In
the back of the house sought to cover
the confusion with 111-ttmed applause.
The moment was big with potential
tragedy. One cry of “Fire!" might
have sent those thousands of startled
women and men battling along the
aisles In an elemental fury of self-
preservation. Mere prolongation of
tho situation without that terri-
ble tocsin might have ended In a
smaller panic. But the liquid tones
of the soprano soaring again In the
pyrotechnics of the Jewel Song re-
claimed the attention of the audience.
The conductor, evidently eager to hide
bis own momentary loss of poise, fair-
ly lifted bis men through the Intri-
cacies of the accompaniment.
Promptness of action by the stage
manager restored order behind tho
Nothing of all those Incidents struck
the sense of anyone In the Mlssloner
box. All tour of Its occupants were
concerned for tho Immediate recovery
of the diamonds that had sprung from
Mrs. Mlssloner's neck to her lap, and
then stampeded across the floor.
Griswold, still on his knees, rescued
the greater number. Sands, a man of
action as well as of millions, picked
up the larger gems. Miss March
shrank further Into her corner of the
. box, and dragged her petticoats ever
more closely until her Immature form
seemed chiseled In tulle.
"Look In all the corners—look
everywhere," Mrs. Mlssloner urged.
“There’s one behind the chair,” she
"There's another,” cried Dorothy,
pointing at Griswold's feet. A glance
from the dark stranger in the next
box directed the searchers toward
still another part of the floor, and
every move was rewarded by the re-
covery of a gleaming stone. One by
one, by twos, by threes, the diamonds
were gathered, and still the search
went on. Fast as they scooped them
up, Bands and Griswold poured the
glittering treasure Into Mrs. Mls-
"Are they all there?" asked the
"No, no," answered the widow.
“There are several more. Please look
again—look everywhere. Dorothy,
help me count them."
Griswold and Sands renewed their
search, peering Into tho remotest cor-
ners, pushing chairs about, looking,
reaching, gasping with the zeal of
KlondlkerB, urged again and ngain
by the owner of the Jewels.
Tho glittering horseshoe of the Met-
ropolitan deserves Its name. The
Kaffirs of Kimberly, tho pearl-divers
of Polynesia, the gold-seekers of the
Klondike, the diggers Into earth’s se-
crets the world over toll ceaselessly
<o maintain the brilliance of that big
Jewel show! They send their dia-
monds and rubles and emcra'ds and
sapphires, their pearls and opals and
gold, to gleam on the heads and
breasts and gowns of women whom
about until all save Mrs. Mlssloner’s
were grouped In a corner of the box.
Then the little debutante, regardless
of her fluffy frock, raked the floor with
her fan, with her free hand, her feet,
In almost hysterical quest of the still
missing diamond. Griswold, nearly
as excited as the women, recom-
menced his own search.
All the action In Sands leaped to
the fore. 8tretchlng a long arm across
the bent backs of Orlswold and little
Miss March, he thrust a thumb
against an electric button.
"It can’t be In the box," he said de-
cisively, and when a breathless usher
rapped on the door, the mllllonatrs
tore It open and whispered: “Run
down to the orchestra and look every-
where around this box. A diamond
has fallen over the rail."
"Dorothy Dorothy, I cannot go un-
til we And it,” sobbed Mrs. Mlsslon-
er. The woman who, with a sweep
of her pen, could summon all the
artists who had sung their souls out
on the stage to sing as soulfully In
her palon, who, with another pen-
sweep, could recompense them be-
yond their most arrogant demands,
waa In tears because she had lost a
But such a diamond 1 Its prisoned
fire held the history of an alien race.
"After all,” said Griswold In a swift
aside to Dorothy, "she has recovered
the other gems, and even If she can-
not find this one—"
"Don't you know?” returned little
Miss March excitedly. "Don’t you
really know, Mr. Griswold?"
"Know what, Miss March?" asked
“Why, the history of that stone!
Don't you know Mrs. Mlssloner’s hus-
band bought It from a Maharanee,
that they brought It all the way from
India? Don’t you know It's the finest
diamond In America?"
Griswold shook hls hdad. He was
pursuing the search perfunctorily. Hls
hands were busy, but bis eyes roved
over tho house. Idly he noted the
slowly ebbing Interest of the audi-
ence, the departure of hundreds by
twos and threes nnd larger groups, the
thronging toward the lobby for the
usual visits between the acta. It was
with faint Interest that he Baw sev-
eral swarthy laces weaving through
the crowd. Had hls eyes been able
to follow those faces, he would have
Been them converse In the corridor
behind the box—the box In which sat
tho Oriental with the face of a hawk.
The hawk watched the Mlssloner
box. So steadily did he direct bis
gaze at Mrs. Mlssloner that she was
on the point of averting her glance
when the stranger’s flashlight gaze
struck a spark from her memory. She
bowed, coolly, as she began the Incli-
nation of her head, but In the end gra-
ciously. Her dark neighbor was sat-
isfied with that dubious encourage-
"You are fond of your Jewels as
ever, 1 see," he said, In a low tone,
as of one claiming a share In Intimate
"Yes," she answered with an ab-
stracted air. She waa harking back
to days long gone, and evidently the
recollection was not unpleasant.
"I cannot blame you," said the Ori-
ental. "Every one knows you have
the most wonderful Jewels in tho
world—one of them, at any rate."
"These," returned Mrs. Mlssloner,
"are among my very finest diamonds.
But they are nothing to the Mahara-
nee, and that Is gone."
A leaping flash In the Oriental’s
eyes soon fided to a gleam of polite
"You are brave." was all he snld^
“to wear them In public. Many a
woman, save In her own ballroom,
would content herself with the dupli-
"Duplicates!" There was unmis-
takable contempt In Mjs. Mlssloner'a
“I trust," the Easterner continued,
recover the Maharanee.
gons to tbs orchestra hurried Into the
‘Tve looked thoroughly, sir,” be
said to Sands, "and 1 can’t find the
Ths millionaire dipped a banknote
Into the man's band.
“Try again,” he add quietly.
“There's a good deal more than this
In It for you If you find It.”
Griswold, as be moved to let the
uaher pasi, stepped backward with
auch abruptness as to drive his heel
sharply down upon something that
dipped under hla treed like a peach
kernel. In the very moment when
Mrs. Mlssloner, resuming her talk
with the Oriental, said, with empba
ill, "I leave Imitations to others,”
that blundering heel crushed Into and
through the velvet carpet, crushed,
against the unyielding hardwood of
the floor, what had been the most con-
spicuous diamond In all the richly
Jeweled collarette—crushed It until
only a tiny heap of pallid powder lay
there, a&ve where a great flake had
slipped from the presaure and remain-
ed to betray wbat the little pile of
duat had been
“The Maharanee!” gasped Dorothy.
The widow paled.
The light In the Oriental’s eyes flar-
ed to a flame. With a smile as in-
scrutable as hls thoughts, he leaned
across the low partition, picked up a
pinch of the powder and the telltale
flake and laid them deferentially on
Mrs. Mlssloner'a outspread fan.
"Your maid Is more cautious,” he
said, hla smile softening slightly, "or,
It may be, your Jeweler has made a
Mrs. Mlssloner did not faint. She
only clutched the soft hand of little
Miss March so tightly that the de-
butante with difficulty suppressed a
scream. This time there was silence
In the Mlssloner box, for Orlswold,
even as he began to stammer an apol-
ogy for hls awkwardness, let the
words die on hls lips as ha saw the
cruel pallor of the widow’s face. The
silence of Sands was grim, that of
the Oriental suavely self-effeclng.
"Then,” said Mrs. Mlssloner at last.
Not until a click announced that the
bolt* were thrown did Banda speak.
"You are sure all the other (tone*
are here?” he aeked, picking up Mr*.
Mlssloner’s lorgnon bag. Into which
she bad dipped the recovered gem*
on leaving her opera box.
"Yea," the widow replied, “but, Brux-
ton, the Maharanee, the beautiful Ma-
haranee diamond! If you could know
how 1 prise It!”
Banda, absently counting the lesser
Jewels, did not see the massive safe
door swing open. Hls disciplined mind
was working (lowly, steadily. Doro-
thy, her small face cameo clear In the
Intense light of the mercury, watched
the shining gems as the millionaires
atrong fingers flicked them delicately
from the silken bag to the table.
Plainly she, too, was groping for a
clew. Orlswold alone, therefore, saw
tho widow’* gloved hand tremble at,
swiftly, she turned a smaller knob
controlling the combination of the
compartment In which aba kept her
Jewels. Hls eyes still upon her, be
felt for a cigarette.
The match fell from hls Angers as
the Inner door opened to his search-
ing glance. Lances of many-colored
light slashed the comparative gloom
of the compartment as Mrs. Mlssloner
brought forth tray after tray from the
Jewel vault The steel box In the cen-
ter of the safe was an Aladdin’s cave
In miniature. It held stonea of every
sort In settings of every fashion,
ranging from the product of twentieth
century Jewelers back to the loved
works of Byxantlne artificers. Little
Miss March gasped again as the wid-
ow spread the trays on the Persian
The widow’s guests saw what few
persons other than Mrs. Mlssloner had
seen—all the Mlssloner jewels st once.
The gems were the collection of a
lifetime. Mlssloner, In the Intervals
of amassing millions, had devoted
himself to gathering them from the
earth's four corners.
"You have an Inventory, of course?"
asked Sands. Even hls sturdy Indi-
viduality paid passing tribute to the
magnificence of the collection. He
fn vain she was known to dealers as
one of ths most liberal collectors in
the world. Rb« turned to a rosewood
desk and took up a telephone.
"Gramercy, 1—7—4—6," she called.
“The Effingham?—Mr. Ranacome,
please.—This I* Mrs. Mlssloner, Mr.
Ranacome—Yes, I am at home —
Can you come up for a few minutes?
—Thank you," and u she returned
the receiver to the book, aha explain-
ed: "Ranicoms la the oldest expert
In New York."
"While we are about It,” said Sands
slowly, "we may as well call head-
quarters.” He reached for ths tele-
phone, but hls hand was stayed by
1 'J ” ' ‘
taken a woman to rend, a womani
more experienced than little Dorothy
Ranscome, Ignoring the countet felts,
stood In absorbed study of the Jewel
trays’ kaleidoscopic contents, That
peculiar pallor returned to Griswold’s
bands. With fingers that bent and
straightened ceaselessly, be drum-
med hla flat.
"Ths robbery Is the more Income
prehenilble," said Mrs. Mlsslooer
thoughtfully, “because of the extraor-
dinary precautions f have taken
against burglars. 1 cannot understand
how the thief got to tbs necklace.” I
"Tour safe seems strong enough,”
Ranscome ventured. (Mapping wound!
the trays, le passed hla hand over
the outer door and looked at the
| twenty-four steel bolts curiously,
”It should be strong,” returned Mrs,
Mlssloner. "It wi* built on the lines
of the rest safe In the Grsmercy Nn
tlonal. It differs only In site and In
the absence of a time lock.”
Ranscome. staring at the safe, shook
hls bead. Sands walked over to him
and, thrusting both hands In hls pock-
ets, stood gazing at the bolts.
"I wish you’d put those away,
Doris,’’ said Orlawold suddenly. "With
all this mystery In the air, I don’t like
to see them lying around."
”8urely they’re safe among us,” she
answered, graciously Including Ran*-
! come with an extra smile. She drew
| off her gloves decisively and, rising
as If from folds of conjecture, rang
| for Blodgett "I think—’’ she said,
then stopped with her hand on Doro-
Inquiry reached toward her from
four pairs of eyes.
“I think,” she went on, "Miss March
| wants some tea. and—I think we all
J need something to drink.”
It was when Blodgett tray-laden,
, was tinkling bis way to the library
[ that the detectives arrived. The
hostess and her guests, the footman
I having been bidden to show the po-
I Ucemen in, heard heavy breathing
outside the door, where Donnelly and
Carson, of the Central Office, were
gripped In a panicky pause. Next
moment, a large man with a small
; head, and another so aggressively av-
erage as to be a nondescript, came In.
Donnelly, the big man, turned out hls
toes as he walked. A charm the size
and shape of a double eagle, bearing
a Bacchante whose pose would have
been Indecorous If It had not been
t Impossible, swung from bis equatorial
waist line. One could tell at a glance
he used perfume. One could tell
! nothing In many glances about Car-
son. There was nothing to tell.
"We’ve come up here, Mrs. Mle-
sloner." said Donnelly, addressing
Miss March, "to find your diamonds."
“Oh, thank you!” murmured the
widow, sweeping toward him. “I am
Mrs. Mlssloner. Won’t you be seat-
"Why,—huh!—no, Miss Mlssloner—
"Oh, Bruxton,” she gafu, "please
don't call the police, anJ m hla eye-
brows went up, she added, ”1 am so
"I wouldn’t be hasty, Sands,” said
Orlswold. “The newspapers follow
the sleuths, you know.”
'i'm not think of the newspapers,"
replied Mrs. Mlssloner, "hut maybe
we’d better wait for Mr. Ranscome.
You see,” and there was perplexity
In the glance that swept the group,
“this Is no ordinary theft.”
"Not a burglary, you think?” aaked
Griswold quickly. He had lighted hls
cigarette, and. leaning back In a cozy
corner of the Inglenook. waa smoking
with little abrupt puffs thst con-
trasted with the ease of hls position.
He studied the widow covertly
through weaving wreaths.
“If a burglar could reach this room,
I must reorganize my household," she
murmured. She was gazing Into the
flames. Her shoulders drooped, and
8ands, noticing her weariness,
switched off the lights. The rainbow
sparkle of the Jewel trays varied fan-
tastically the pattern of the rug on
which they lay. but the background of
dusk rested her.
“And there Is no one you suspect?"
"There Is no one In the house I can
"You are to be congratulated," Orls-
wold commented, with a smile dis-
creetly divided between sincerity and
satire. "And, of course, having such
an Impeccable household—"
‘If I were you, Doris," Sands broke
In Impatiently, “I'd send for the po-
lice at once." Hls slow logic had car-
ried him to the fact that even now
the thief might be on the rond to es-
cape. Little Miss March glanced at
him admiringly. Swift or slow of wit,
the man of action appeals.
"I think Mr. Sands Is right, Mrs.
Mlssloner," she said softly. “It fright-
ened me at first, but Bruxton knows."
“Advise me," said tbe widow, her
satin slipper tap-tap-tapping the fen-
der of burnished brass "I am not
jesting when I say I am In the hands
of my friends. All this Is more than
"Puzzling!" echoed Dorothy, ’it's
a mystery—and It’s all very dreadful,
too.” Sands looked at her. smiling.
There was eloquence In those rare
smiles of hls, much more than In hls j Mrg Mlssloner—no', thanks!" answer
speech. Not without cause did Wall j ed ^e eleuth wItb ftlI the all7 eage
Street know him as Silent Sands. , a highly embarrassed man. “Well
"Why not a private detective?" ! juat—huh;—walk around a little,
Griswold suggested. “It Is the best thanks—Just walk around.”
wav to recover stolen property. Dorothy and Griswold eichanged
"Mr. Ranscome, madam.' j glances. Sands stared stolidly at the
A footman of conventional pattern : 8ieutb8 Mrs. Mlssioner, with a per-
stood on the threshold as If on a | mi6aive inci|nation of her head, began
pedestal and looked at Mrs. Mlssloner
from a carven face.
"Let him come up, Blodgett," she
responded. The carven features
blurred Info the background. A round
little man with the face of a dreamer
and the eyes of a student entered, al-
most on hls toes. Mrs. Mlssloner
chatting with Ranscome. Even as he
spoke with her, the veteran expert
could not drag hls eyes from the
"Now, then. Mis’ Mlssloner," said
Donnelly brisklf “Who—huh!—do
you suspect?" There seemed to be
a sort of astigmatism In hls breath-
Carson faced the group with an
| expression that said bluntly he sus-
She Went 8tralght to the Room In Which 6he Kept Her Jewels.
In a low, tense tone, "this Is—this
"Not the Maharanee diamond," re-
plied the Oriental." “In a sense,
madame, I congratulate you.”
She stopped him with a look.
"This—this thing Is—’’ She could
say no more.
"Paste!" thundered Sands.
"I have been robbed,” said Mrs.
Mlssloner In a stifled voice. “Take
me home, Bruxton.”
the Industry of one generation, or the
stock-market luck of another, has | "you will
crowned with riches. A night at the i too."
opera la a parade of tho wonders I Mrs. Mlssloner had no time for
gems can work and of that which, too ' more than another slow bending of
-often, gems can buy. i her head when the usher who had
The Man of Action.
The conference that followed In the
quiet of Mrs Mlsstoner's library
threw no light on the mystery of tbe
Maharanee's disappearance. Mrs.
Mlssloner was not of the fainting
type, and when she entered her Fifth
Avenue home, followed by Dorothfr,
Sands, and Griswold, she went
straight to the room In which she
kept her Jewels.
Mrs. Mlssloner herself switched on
the lights to their full radiance. She
hastened across the room, her opera
clonk slipping from her white shoul-
ders, and paused In front of the safe.
“You don't expect to find your dia-
mond there?" Inquired Griswold smax-
"Perhaps all the other stones are
paste,' sh« answered. I am going to
see how many have been stolen."
She dropped to her knees before
the steel door of the bank-llke vault
built Into the wall, and turned the
r.M'ci knob to right and left. The
door, painted to harmonize with the
Flemish oak of the wainscot, was
ornamented with only the widow a
crest, Silence held Ibe others as her
cloved lingers whirled the Uttle knob.
left tbe stones of the necklace on the
table and strolled over to stare at the
rubles and emeralds, the sapphires
and tourmalines and amethysts, above
all at the unrivaled group of diamonds
graded from a firefly’s sparkle to the
gioryburst of radium.
Mrs. Mlssloner drew from a shelf
In the Jewel box a catalogue of her
treasures. Item by Item she read
from It. the others checking tray by
tray until tbe last stone was account-
ed for, the last save the wrnderful
"The big stone gone." mused Sands.
"Then, Doris," and there was convic-
tion In hls tones, as he gathered up
the Jewels scattered on the table,
"these others are false, too."
“Oh. do you think so?" asked Doro-
thy, her fingers Interlacing In re-
"Sure of It," said Sands, holding
one of the suspected gems to the
light. "Rui not an expert, but I
haven't the slightest doubt.”
“Let me see them.” Griswold Inter-
posed. He scrutinized three or four
for more than a minute. "They look
genuine efough to me.” He offered
them to Miss March, whose fingers
did not unlock to take them.
“We can be certain very quickly,”
said Mrs. Mlssloner. She was study-
ing Griswold’s whitening fingers—
steady enough, but deadly white. It
was a peculiarity of the man that he
turned pale only In hls hands. “I will
send for a Jeweler."
"My dear! At this hour?" came In
Dorothy’s child treble
Mrs. Mlssloner smiled In a way that
said there were Jewelers of no small
Importance In commercial circles who
would be glad to answer a summons
from her at any hour—that It was not
greeted him pleasantly, and as ehe j lng
pressed the button that filled the
room with light again, she presented I pected everybody"
him to her friends. "Mr. Ranscome/ ^ gUBpect anybody/. Mrg M)g.
s an exper o exper s. , g|oner repue<j> resuming her talk with
"You notice that—huh!—Carson?”
| said Donnelly, wheeling on hls mate.
"Nobody suspected — huh!” — He
breathed In dialect
she added, “Is an expert of experts.
Briefly the widow recounted the ac-
cident In the opera box, the discovery
of tbe supposed Maharanee dia- I
mond's worthlessness, and her sus-1
ptclon as to the other stones of her
necklace. During her recital Rans-
come's glance caressed the gems In
the scattered trays, and It was by a
visible effort that he wrested hls eyes
from them to look at the stones on
“Are they real?” asked the widow.
The little man seemed not to hear
“Did you say, madam, the Mahara-
"Yes." she answered, and waves of I
pain rippled across her face. "Oh. j
Mr. Ranscome, think of It—think of j
Carson, Instantly complaisant, ban-
ished suspicion from hls look.
"Now, you know, there's always
somebody, ma’am—huh!—Mis' Ml*-
aloner," Donnelly persisted. "Some-
body suspected In every case. Think
a moment Have to suspect before
you convict, you know. Never heard
—huh!—of a case without suspects—
The "eh” was meant to be a Javelin
hurled straight at the widow's Inner
consciousness. It fell short.
Feet at right angles, Bacchantt
ly the rings upon them bit her flesh.
"Think of It Mr. Ranscome!”
“The Maharanee!" he murmured—
say, rather, groaned In an undertone.
"A glorious Jewel, a wonderful Jewel,
dancing desperately aa the fob rose
and fell, the large man from the Cen-
tral Office moved toward the safe.
Mrs. Mlssloner shuddered at thought
a queen’s Jewel! Gone, did you say? o( the p^n t0 her Jewels from hla
Absolutely gone—not a trace of It?"
With the flat of hls hand, he spread
the smaller stonea on the table, strok-
ing their gloss with sensitive fingers.
He held three or four to tbe light,
then, with a disdainful gesture, smear-
ed the glistening pile broadcast across
"None," replied the widow. "And
"These. Mrs. Mlssloner,” the expert
said, as If waking from a dream, "are
the most beautiful Imitations 1 have
Sands reached for the telephone
A Searching Examination,
When the millionaire stopped talk-
ing over the telephone, he turned to
the widow with an air of finality,
"1 have taken It on myself,” he told
her. "to Inform the Detective Bureau.
This Is no time for ’Sherlocklng.
There’ll be a couple of detectives
here In half an hour."
Mrs. Mlssioner looked at him ad | ined the rectangle Into which the big
mlrlngly. But her eyes turned to ' door fitted as thoroughly,
Griswold with a light It would hart1 <to be cof'TiuuBD.)
plate armor soles. Her Imploring eye-
sweep brought ready response from
Sands and Griswold, and In a second’s
fraction they were piling the trays
on chairs and tables. Ranscome, help-
ing. handled the morocco cases with
Donnelly stopped short at sight of
the gems In the trays. An interroga-
tive snort vibrated somewhere Inside
him, but found no oral expression. He
passed on to the safe. With a master-
ful grasp, he swung tho great door to
"Weil soon know," he aald reassur-
ingly, “who to—huh!—yes, who to
The echo crossed the room with
whispering tread. Both detectives be-
gan hd examination of the door. Eyes
close to the daintily tinted steel, they
dragged their combined gaze along Its
front from top to bottom, from side
to side. Thou they shifted their eyes
to the thick edge of the door, and
their scrutiny bored Its way past bolt
after bolt until it switched to the
inner panel. That dene, they exam-
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