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The gems were the collection of a lifetime. Missioner, in the inter vals of amassing millions, had de voted himseif to gathering them from the earth's corners. It had been his only hobby, and he pursued it with the enthusiasm of a man to whom an extra numeial or two on a check meant little, Globe-girdling trips to which the financial and industrial press attached mysterious importance had meant nothing more than jewel hunts to Missoiner. He bagged rall- roads from habit. he stalked diamonds for pleasure. And. despité her fond- ness for social conquests the multi millionaire considersd trivial, so sym- pathetic had been the bond between Missioner and his wife that at his death not only the great collection. but the passion of augmenting i, passed to her. "You have an inventory, of course?" asked Sands. Even his sturdy ind'- viduality paid passing tribute to the magnificence of the collection. He left the-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 fierfly's sparkle to the gloryburst of radium. [Edttle Miss March true daughter of Eve, sank on the broad rug beside the shining travs and gazed at them in an ecstasy of adoration. Mrs. Missioner drew from a shelf in the jewel box a catalogue of her treasures. Item by item she read from ft, the others checking tray by tray until the last stone was account ed for, the last save the wonderful Maharanee diamond. ! "The big stone gone," mused Sands. "Then, Doris," and there was convie- tion in his tones, as he gathered up the jewels scattered on the table, "these others are false, too." "Oh, do you think so'" asked Dore- thy, her fingers interlacing in repres- sed hysteria. "Sure of it," said Sands holding one of the suspected gems to thé light. "I'm not an expert, but | haven't the slightest doubt." "Let me see them." posed. He scrutinzed three of four for more than a minute. "They look genuine to me." He offered them to Miss March, whose fingers did not unlock to take them "We can be certain very sald Mrs. Missioner She ing Griswold's whitening fingers steady enough, but deadly white it was a peculiarity of the man that h turned pale only in his hands. "Twill send for a jeweler." "My dear! At this hour?" in Dorothy's child treble Mrs Missioner smiled In a way that sald there were jewelers of no Importance in commercial circles win would be glad to answer a summens from her at any hour---that it was not in vain she waa known to dealers 8 one of the most liberal collectors in the world. She turred io a rosewood Griswold inter yuickls was study- came desk and took up telephone "Gramercy, 9-746." she called Effingham ?--Mr. Ranscome. please, ~This 1s Mrs. Missioner, Mr Rans- come. Yes, I am at home. ~Can you come up for a few miruets > ~Thank you," and as she returned the receiver "The &t once." His slow logle had earme. him to the fact that even now the thief might be on tue road to escape, Little Miss March glanced at him admiringly. Swit or slow of wii, the man of action appeals "I think Mr. Sands Missioner." she sid frightened me at first, knows." "Advise me." said the widow, her satin slipper 'tap-tap-iapping the fen- der of burnished brass. "1 am not Yl when 1 say I am in the h All this is more is right, Mrs. softly. but Bruxton ES] of my friends. than puzzling." "Puzzling!" echoed Dorothy. "it's & wystery--and it's £71 very dreadful, too." Sands looked at her. smiling, There was elomuence in those rare smiles of his, much more than in his speech. Not without 'cause did Wali Street know him as "Silent" Safds. "Why not a private det-crive Griswold svegested. "It he Way to recover stolen property.' "Not always." 8: obje "Almost alwavs." wold primed "The police usually e uselegs in a» case like Turning to Mre Missioner continued. "I can re commend an excellent agency." "Mr. Ranscome, madam." A footman of conventioal stood on the threshold destal and looked, a+; from a carven face. "Let him come up, Blodgett," she responded. The carven features hlur red into the background. A round little main "ith the face of a dreamer and the eves of a entered almost on his toes Missioner greeted him pleasant! and as pressed the bution that filled room with light again, she presented him to her friends. "Mr. Ranscome," 8he added. "is an expert of experts" Briefly the widow recounted the ac cident in the opera box. the discov ery of the supposed Maharanee diamond's worthlessness, and her suspicion as to the other stones of her necklace. During her recital. Ranscome's glance caressed the gems in the scattered tray, and it was by a visible effort that he wrested his eyes from them to look at the stones on the table. "Are they real'" asked the widow, The little man seemed not to hear her. "Did you say, madam, the Mahara nee diamond?" "Yes." she answered, and waves of pain rippled across her face. "Oh Mr. Ranscome, think of {t--think of it!" she clasped her hands so tensely the rings upon them bif her flesh. "Think of it, Mr. Ranscome!" "The Maharanee!" he murmured-- say, rather, groaned in an undertone. "A glorious jewel, a wonderful jewel, & queen's jewel! Gone, did you sav® Absolutely gone--not a trace .of it?" With the flat of his hand, he spread the smalier stones on the table, strok- ing théi¥ gioss with sensitive fingers. He held three or four to the light, then, with a disdainful gesture, smear ed the glistening plle broadcast across the board. "None," replied the widow. those *" "These, Mrs. Missioner," said the expert, as if waking from a dream. "are the most beautiful imitations 1 have ever seen." Bands reached for again. an 18 this." he patiern ped Mrs sioner "And the telephone CHAPTER 11, A Searching Examination. When the millionaire stopped talk ing over the telephone, he turned to the widow with an air of finality "I have taken it on myself." he told her. "to inform the Detective Bureav. Thie is no time for Sherlocking. There'll be a couple of detectives here in balf an hour." Mrs. Missloner looked at him ad miringly. But her eyes turned ° to Griswold with a light ft would have taken a women to read, a woman more experienced than little Dorothy March. Ranscome, ignoring the counterfeits, stood in absorbed study of the jewel trays' kalsidoscopic contents. That peculiar pallor returned to Griswold's hands. With fingers that bent and straightened ceaselessly, he drummed his fist, "The robbery is the more incompre- hensible," said Mrs. Missioner thought- fully, "because of the extraordinary precautions I have taken against burg- lars. 1 cannot understand how tha thief got to the necklace." "Your safe seems strong enough." Ranscome ventured. Stepping around to the hook, she explained: "Ranscorfie 18 the oldest expert in New York." . "While we are about it." sald Sands slowly, "we may as well call head quarters." He reached for the tee phone. but his hand was stayed by Dorothy's fluttering fingers. "Oh, Mr. Bruxton," ghe sald, "please don't call the police," and as his eyebrows went up, she added, "I am so frightened." "lI wouldn't be hasty, Sands," Oviswold.. "The newspapers the sleuths, you know." The millionaire hesitated. "Have you thought of anything bet . Then, as the itself felt, - he Doris. said follow Seems such a natural thing "I'm not thinking of the news papers," replied Mrs. Misstoner, "but maybe we'd better wait for Mr. Rans- come. You see," and there Was per plexity in the glance that swept the group, "this is no theft." "Not a burglary, you Griswold quickly. the trays. he passed his hand over the outer door and looked at the twenty- four steel bolts curiously "It should be strong," returned Mri Missloner. "It was built on the lines of the great safe in the Gramerey National. It differs only in size and in the absence of a time lock" Ranscome. staring at the safe. shook his bead. Sands walked over fo him and, thrusting both hands in his pock ots, stood ga¥fng at the bois, Gris. wold, smoking quietly in the ingle nook, mustered a show of mterest in the safe from time to time, but a! ways his glance returned td the glit- tering - trays. "l wish you'd put those Dorie," said Griswold suddenly. "With all this mystery in the air. I don't 'ke to see them lying around." Mrs. Missioner lauged. -l they're safe among us," she . graciously including Rane come with an extra smile. She draw off her, glopes decisively and, riting as it folds of .cerjecture, rang for "T think" she sat, then with her hand on Dorothy's AWgY, aly § " she went on, ' Miss March toa, and--I think we ai to drink." : i "14 best | | fume! One could "folf~ POhing no many glauces sbout Carson. There was nothiog to tell. "We've come up here, Mra. Mission jer." said Donnelly, addressing Miss March, "to Kad your daimonds." "Oh, thank you!" murmured the widow, sweeping toward nim. *I am | Mre. Missioner. Won't you be seat- | od : | "Why--huh!--no, - Miss Missioner Mrs. - Missioner--mo, thanks!" sp swered the sleuth, with ail the alry |e¢8se of a Lighly embarrdssed man. | "We'll just --hoh!--walk around a | little. thanks--fust walk around!" | Carson, neutral echo of bis 's | words, did walk around. elly, {as if, having announced the action, he i bad done his share, stood still. | Dorothy and Griswold exchanged glances. Sands stared stolidly at the | Bleuths. Mrs. Missioner, with a per. | missive inclination of her head, began chatting with Ranscome. Even as he spoke with her, the veteran expert could not drag his eyes from the Jewels, ! "Now," then, Mis' Missioner," said | Donneily briskly. "Who--huh!--do | You suspect?" There seemed to be {8 sort of astigmatism in his breath- {ing. Carson faced the group with sn €xpression that said bluntly he sus- pected everybody. "I don't suspect anybody," Mrs. | Missioner replied, resuming her talk with Ranscome, "You notice that--=huh!--QCarson?" said Donnelly, wheeling on his mate, "Nobody suspected -- huh!" He breathed in dialect. Carson instantly complaisant, ban- ished suspicion from his look. Now, you know, there's always Somebody, ma'am--huh!--Mis' Mis sioner," Donnelly persisted. "Some body suspected in every case. Think & moment. Have to suspect before ¥ou convict, you know. Never heard srw a case without suspects eh? The "eh" was meant to be a javelin butled straight at the widow's inner cofisciousness. It fell short. "There is no one to be suspected-- G0 one I can suspect," she said Carson, the reticent, unbosomed himself. "Somebody," "did it." "Oh, well--huh!--ma"am," chugged Donnelly, "we'll just look around--- juet look around a little. And Carson looked. Feet at right angles, Bacchante dancing desperately as the fob rose and fell, the large man from tha Cen tral Office moved toward the safe. Mrs. Missioner shuddered: at thought of the peril to her jawels from his plate armor soles. - Her imploring eye Sweep brought ready response from Sands and Griswold, and in"a seconds fraction they were piling the trays on chairs and tables. Ranscome, help ing, handled the morocco cases with loving touch. | } Donnelly stopped short €t sizht of the gems. in the trays. An interroga five snort vibrated somewher: inside him, but found no oral expression. He passed on to the safe. (With a master ful grasp, he swung the great door to and fro "We'll soon know," he sald reassur ingly, "who to--huh!--yes, who _ to suspect. Carson!" The echo crossed the room with Whispering tread. Both detectives be: gan an examination of the door Eves "lose to the daintily tinted &teel, they dragged their combined gaze along its front from top to bottom, {rom side to side. Fhen they shiffed + eyes to the thick, edge and their scrutiny f bolt inner 1 he said assertively It gw panel, That done, 1 "xg rectangle inte which fitted as thoroughly. Dur Lg most o this procedure, fig Facchante stood on her hands and foyrielied hor cel In the air, as Donneliy doubled hlmselr until the equator of his waist line a) most touched the poles. The big man strmightened abruptly. Bacchante's heels came down and her hands fluttered giofr. 7 catch in his voice, characteristic of him when In the presence 6f the rich, was brush- ed out of hix throat by a burst of*pro- fessional zeal. He recognized a situa tion that enabled him to play inguist- tor in a nome of wealth "Where were the jewels from?" he asked "1 don't know." said Mrs. Missioner, "When did you miss them?" Again the widow recited the incident of the opera box. "Who was in the party Mrs. Missioner told him. not mention 'the Oriental in the next box. It did not oecur to her. Donnelly stroked a heavy jaw rously 'I understand your * diamonds werth a pot of money, ma'am, half inquired "They are widow "What do you valye them at?" "Half a million doiors." An appreciative "Hub!" broke from Donnelly, Carson echoed it in his face "Isn't there anybody You cam think of." pursued the big detective, "who could have taken them?' "Nobody who would," answered Mrs, Missioner. : "Did anybody nation of th ' "One," ded Mrs, Missioner, She answéfed defensive.y, like a wit. Bess under hostile crosé-examination, Voiunteeering . Bothing, Donnelly Seemed not to hear her. He was ex- amining the sate again. He passed his hand over the door and its frame Again, turned the handle that shot the boits, noted their firength and smoa'h tess. turned thém heel an Mrs, Missioner a ho fhe _ "There's been mo forcwnz herr sald sagely. "It's an ins.de Job." Mrs. Migsioner's eyebrows went up. "Yes, the detective went om, "sn Inside job. Who did you sey had the com "m Mrs. Missioner hadn't said, but she answered paturily: Ho bo "My secrelary--Miss Icom! . "Oh!" sald Donnelly. Carson's lips nad the Dix door siolen She did pon- are " he valuable," said J elge have the combi safe?" THE DAILY BRITISH WHIG, THURSDAY, AUGUST 6, 1914. said Mrs. Missioner quietly, adding with warmth, "She is a young woman of high character." "Oh, she is, is she?" returned the: aleuth. "And how, may I ask, ma'am do you know that?" "I say, I have known her years," sald Mrs. Missioner. "Oh, you have? And are you sure you know her thoroughiy?" Donnelly manifestly was enjoying his role ic the utmost. Carson's face hecame #2 supercilions interrogation point. "Mr.--what did you say your name was?" replied the widow. "Donnelly, ma'am--Dectective Don gelly, of the Centra! Office." "Ybank you" The axact shade of Mrs. Missioner's meaning was indeter minate. She may have been genuine ly grateful for the information. There was nothing uncertain about her next words. "If you think, Mr. Donnelly, many she said, "Miss Holcomb cad be con nected with the disappearance of my jewels in. any way, you ar» on the wrong course, She is s&bove 8us pleion." There treet who body was at » SUIpit Motherr: oT no in was man might have to'd + interested for tions. Donnelly did not reply whispered cousuliation with Then he asked if he migh the servants. "Certainly, if Bary," assented widow. should warn you that | canuo myself to s ect any of them." "Everybody seems to he hove picion," snapped Donnelly. "It's a} ways the way, until we begin to get on the trail, and then evervhody be comes suspicious. I think I'll qustion the servants, ma'am. Shall I have 'em in here?" Mrs. Missioner bowed and Blodgett to summon his comrades "One at a time, pleas," said Donnel ly. TheMigst to enter was tne house keeper, a staid woman in a black gown with white ruching about her withered neck. She knew nothing of the jewejs save that madam glwaye locked them in the safe herself,. un lees Miss Holcomb was there to do-it for her. Yes, Miss holcomb put them away pretty often. Took them out pretty often, too, when madam wished to wear them. No, roné of the malds had access to the saie. It was aut of the question to think any of them wonld meddle with madam's jewels. Yes, some of the malds had followers but always respectable young men. who worked for a living. No, she herself would not venture fo disturb any of madam's possessions which madam had not placed under her immedia.e care. The answers of the other servants were equally straightforward. The butler, under-butler, chef, second foot. man, pantry-boy. parlor-maid. chan ber-maids, and kitchen-maid, and the majestic Blodgett himself were inter rogated persistenly, minutely, dogged- ly. even builyingly, and in the end the net result of what' they had to tell was at zero.. That is to say, as far a3 Mrs. Missioner and her friends and the diamond expert were ci icerned Donnelly thought otherwise Car- sous mind was a receptive blank, "Are these all the servants?" asked the large detective. i "All at present," answered Mrs. Missioner. "My own maid is away on leave. Oh, yes, there's Ali" "Is Allie the name of your maid?" "No, Ali 1s a man--an Indian." "And what's his job?" this agres sively "He is a courier." Donnelly was puzzled. "When | travel, he looks after the transportation and baggage," Mrs. Missioner explained. The detective stroked his whispered with Carsun again "How long has your nmaid awar*™ ' "About a month," the widow told him "Have you had the real #parklers since then?" "The real "Sparklers--shiners--dfamonds * "lI don't know," said Mrs. Missioner doubtfully "How can | be sure® [do not know when the substitution was made, 1 thought I had the genuine necklace to-night." Exactly why Donnelly and Carson examined the safe a third time must remain a mystery to everyone outside the ranks of headquarters sleuths, Perhaps they were seized by a comon idea. Perhaps they did it to gain time, At apy rate, there was & world of wisdom in the big Centrai Office man's expression as he faced Mrs. Mission: er again, "This advance agent of yours--this All--where is he?" "Blodgett," callédd the widow, "send All here." | The presence faded into pective minutes m --alone. "Ali 1s not in the house, madam," the footman reported. "Ask Mrs. Janagon when he will re tarn." "Mrs, Jansson does not know, ma- fam. She did not know he wis out until I inquired for him." "Ask Miss Holcomb if she sent him anywhere." ! this Indian belong noCes "Bat bring you think it sent jaw and been the pers- rialized on the threshold "What tribe does tT Donnelly inguired importantiy. "Choctaw? Cherokee? be he's an Apache? Mrs. Missioner smiled. It was not 88 unpleasant smile, but it jarred an "Hub!" out of the detse tive. All + Ranscome Sioux? May others save the serious fled too, and Griswold aloud. ' "He fen't that kind of an indian," Sands enlightened the sjsuth. "He's & native of India--a Hindoo" "Of course," rumbled the Central Office man indignantly. "I know that. What I want to know is what kind of a Hindoo'" Side " "I should say. he was a Sepoy." re * | marked Griswoid. There was a malt cious gleam in bis eyes. "8 pey--hub?" Donnelly turned to CONVENIE} iT Burns coal, coke, or wood. Large feed doors make firing easy. M¢<Clarys Sunshine Farn a C e Water pan is filled without removing. the McClary dealer or write for booklet. SOLD BY J. B. BUNT & CO. 3 Et ad GASTORIA For Infants and Children, A Sess j| Mothers Know That =~ Genuine Castoria AVegetable Preparation for is | Always" SESSLER | ars tho ears in - Qiorn z Promotes Dies Cheri vignature ness and Rest Containsivitter | ep Opium. Morphine nor Miacral. 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