The Syracuse Journal, Volume 4, Number 24, Syracuse, Kosciusko County, 12 October 1911 — Page 3

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ELUSIVE

ISABEL

Sy JACQUES FUTRELLE lUujtrationj by M. KETTNER

s SYNOPSIS. Count dl Reslnl, the Italian ambassador is at dinner ’with diplomats in the national capital when a messenger brings a note directing him to come to the embassy at once. Here a beautiful young woman asks that she be given a ticket to the embassy ball. The ticket is made out In the name of Miss Isabel Thorne. Chief Campbell of the secret service, and Mr. Grimm, his head detective, are warned that a plot of the Latin races against the English speaking races is brewing Ip Washington, and Grimm goes to the state ball for information. In a conservatory his attention Is called to Miss Isabel Thorne, who with her companion, soon disappears.' A revolver shot is heard and Campbell and Grimm hasten down the hall to find that Senor. Alvares of the Mexican legation, has been shot. A woman did it, and Grimm is assured it was Miss Thorne. He visits her, demanding knowledge of the affair, and there arrests a man named Pietro Petroslnni. Miss Thorne visits an old man, Luigi, apparently a bomb maker, and they speak of a wonderful experiment. Fifty thousand dollars in gold is stolen from the office of Senor Rodriguez. the minister from Venezuela. While detectives are Investigating the robbery Miss Thorne appears aa a guest of the legation. CHAPTER X. A Safe Opening. Together they entered the adjoining ajoom, which was small compared to the one they had just left. Senor Rodrlguez used it as a private office. His desk was on their right between two windows overlooking the same pleasant little garden which was visible from the suite of tiny drawing■rooms farther along. The safe, a formidable looking receptacle of black enameled steel, stood at their left, closed and locked. The remaining wall space of the room was given over to oak cabinets, evidently a storage place for the less important legation •papers. “Has any ope besides yourself been in this room today?” Mr. Grimm inquired. “Not a soul, Senor,” was the reply. Mr. Grimm went over and examined the windows. They were both locked Inside; and there were no marks of any sort on the sills. “They are just as I left them last night,” explained Senor Rodrlguez. “I have not touched them to-day.” “And there’s only one door,” mused Mr. Grimm, meaning that by which they had entered. “So it would appear that whoever was here last night entered through that room. Very well.’‘\ He walked around the’ room once, opening and shutting the doors of the cabinets as he passed, and finally paused in front of the safe. A brief examination of the nickeled dial and handle and of the enameled edges of fhfi heavy doors satisfied him that no force had been employed—the safe had merely, been unlocked. Whereupon he sat himself down, cross-legged on the floor, in front of it. “What are the first and second - figures of the combination?” he asked. “Thirty-six, then back to ten.” Mr. Grimm set the dial at thirty-six, and then, with his ear pressed closely against the polished door, turned the din! slowly back. Senor Rodrlguez stood looking on helplessly, but none the less intently. The pointer read ten. then nine, eight, seven, five. Mr. GYimm gazed at it thoughtfully, after which he did it all over again, placidly and without haste. “Now, we’ll look insfde, please,” he requested, rising. Senor Rodrlguez unlocked the safe the while Mr. Grimm respectfully turned his byes away, then pulled the door wide open. The books had been piled one on top of another and thrust Into various pigeon Soles at the top. Mr. Grimm understood that this disorder was the result of making room at the bottom for the bulk of gold, and asked no questions. Instead, he sat sown upon the floor again. “The lock on this private compartment at the top Is broken,” he remarked after a moment “Si, Senor,’ the diplomatist agreed. -Evidently the robbers were not content with only fifty thousand dollars In gold—they Imagined that something else of value was hidden there.” “Was there?”. asked Mr. Grimm aalvely. He didn't look around. “Nothing of monetary value,” the senor explained. "There were some Important state papers in there—they are there yet—but no money.” "None of the papers was stolen?” “No, Senor. There were only nine .jackets—they are there yet” “Contents all right?" “Yes 1 personally looked them jver.” Mr. Grimm drew out the packets of wpers, one by one. They were all Mwealed save the last When he reached for that, Senor Rodrigues aade a quick, Involuntary motion toward it with his hand. -This one's sealed ,“ commented Mr.

Grimm. “It doesn’t happen that yon opened it and sealed it again?” Senor Rodrigues stood staring at him blankly for a moment then some sudden apprehension was aroused, for a startled look came into his eyes, and again he reached for the packet. “Dios mlo!” he exclaimed, “let me see, Senor.’’ “Going to open it?*’ asked Mr. Grimm. "Yes, Senor. I had not thought of it before.” Mr. Grimm rose and walked over to the window where the light was better. He scrutinized the sealed packet closely. There were three red splotches of wax upon It, each impressed with the legation seal; the envelope was without marks otherwise. He turned and twisted it aimlessly, and peered curiously at the various seals, after which he handed it to the frankly impatient diplomatist. Senor Rodriguez opened it. with nervous, twitching fingers. Mr. Grimm had turned toward the safe again, but he heard the crackle of parchment as some document was drawn out of the envelope, and then came a deep sigh of relief. Having satisfied his sudden fears for the safety of the paper, whatever It was, the senor placed It in another envelope and sealed it again with elaborate care. Mr. Grimm dropped into the swivel chair at the desk. “Senor,” he Inquired pleasantly, “your daughter and Miss Thorne were In this room yesterday afternoon?” “Yes,” replied the diplomatist as if surprised at the question. “What time, please?” “About three o’clock. They were going out driving. Why?” “And just where, please, did you find that handkerchief?” continued Mr. Grimm. “Handkerchief?” repeated the diplomatist. “You mean Miss Thorne's handkerchief?” He paused and regarded Mr. Grimm keenly. “Senor, what am I to understand from that question?” “It was plain enough,” replied Mr. Grimm. “Where did you find that handkerchief?” There was silence for an instant. “In this room?’’ “Yes,” replied Senor Rodrigues at last. “Near the safe?” Mr. Grimm persisted. “Yes,” came the slow reply, again. “Just here,” and he Indicated a spot a little to the left of the safe. “And when did you find it? Yesterday afternoon? Last night? This morning?” “This looming,” and without any apparent reason the diplomatist’s face turned deathly white. “But, Senor—Senor, you are mistaken! There can be nothing—! A woman! Two hundred pounds of gold! Senor!” 1 ' Mr. Grimm was still pleasant about it; his curiosity was absolutely impersonal; his eyes, grown listless again, were turned straight into the other’s face. “If that handkerchief had been gjgl !|tW~ ® LUs wSIBSpi! “The Lock on This Private Compartment at the Top Is Broken.” there last night, Senor,” he resumed quietly, “wouldn’t you have noticed it when you placed the gold in the safe?” Senor Rodriguez stared at him a long time. “I don’t know,” he said, at last. He dropped back into a chair with his face in his hands. “Senor,” he burst out suddenly, Impetuously, after a moment, “if the gold is not Recovered I am ruined. You understand that better than I can tell you. It’s the kind of thing that could not be explained to my government." He rose suddenly and faced the Impassive young man, with merciless determination In his face. “You must find that gold, Senor,” he said. “No matter who may be —who may suffer?” inquired Mr. Grimm. “Find the gold, Senor!” “Very well,” commented Mr. Grimm, “Do me the favor, please, to regain possession of the handkerchief you just returned to Miss Thorne, and to send to me here your secretary, Senor Diaz, and your servants, one by one. I shall question them* alone. No, don’t he alarmed. Unless they know of the robbery they shall get no inkling of it from me. First, be good enough to replace the packet in the safe, and lock it” Senor Rodrlguez replaced the packet without question, afterward locking the door, then went out A moment later Senor Diaz appeared. He remained with Mr. Grimm for just eight minutes. Senor Rodriguez entered again as his secretary passed on, and laid a lace handkerchief on the desk. Mr. Grimm stared at it curiously for a long time. “It’s the same handkerchief?” "Si, Senor.” “There’s no doubt whatever about itr* “No, Senor, I got ft by—l* “It’s of no consequence- interrunt-

ed Mr. Grimm. “Now the uervantA please—the men first.* The first of the men servants was in the room two minutes; the second—the butler—was there five minutes; one of the women was not questioned at all; the other remained ten minutes. Mr. Grimm followed her into the hall; Senor Rodrlguez stood there helpless, impatient. “Well?” he demanded eagerly. “I’m going out a little while,” replied Mr. Grimm placidly. “No one has even an intimation of the affair—please keep the matter absolutely to yourself until I return.” That was all. The door opened and closed, and he was gone. At the end of an hour he returned, passed on through to the diplomatist’s private office, sat down in front of the locked safe again, and set the dial at thirty-six. Senor Rodriguez looked ■ on, astonished, as Mr. Grimm pressed the soft rubber sounder of a stetho- • scope against the safe door and began . turning the dial back toward ten.| slowly, slowly. Thirty-five minutes later the lock clicked. Mr. Grimm rose, turned the handle, and pulled the safe door open. “That’s how it was done,” he explained to the amazed diplomatist “And now, please, have a servant hand my card to Miss Thorne.” CHAPTER XI. The Lace Handkerchief. Still wearing the graceful, filmy morning gown, with an added touch of scarlet In her hair —a single red rose—Miss Thorne came into the drawing-room where Mr. Grimm sat waiting.' There was curiosity in hei manner, thinly veiled, but the hauntIng smile still lingered about her lips. Mr. Grimm bowed low, and placed I chair for her, after which he stood for a time staring down at one slim, white hand at rest on the arm of the seat. At last, he, too sat down. “I believe,” he said slowly, without preliminaries, “this is your handken chief?” He offered the lacy trifle, odd in design, unique In workmanship, obvious ly of foreign texture, and she ao cepted it: “Yes,” she agreed readily, “I must have dropped it again.” “That is the one handed to you by Senor Rodriguez,” Mr. Grimm told her. “I think you said you lost it 1| his office yesterday afternoon?” “Yes?” She nodded inquiringly. “It may interest you to know that Senor Rodriguez’s butler positively identifies it as one he restored to you twice at dinner last evening, betweei seven and nine o’clock,” Mr. Grimm went on dispassionately. “Indeed!” exclaimed Miss Thorne. “The senor identifies it as one he found this morning in his office,’’ Mr Grimm explained obligingly. “During the night fifty thousand dollars la gold were stolen from his safe.” Miss Thorne sat motionless, wait ing. “All this means—what?” she inquin ed, at length. “I’ll trouble you, please, to return the money,” requested Mr. Grimm courteously. “No reason appears why you should have taken it. But I’m no| seeking reasons; nor am I seeking di» agreeable publicity—only the money.* “It seems to me you attach undue importance to the handkerchief,” she objected. “That’s a matter of opinion,” Mn Grimm remarked. “It would be use> less, even tedious, to attempt to dis prove a burglar theory, but against it is the difficulty of entrance, the weight of the gold, the ingenious method of opening the safe, and the assumption that not more than six pen sons knew the money was in the safe; while a person in the house might have learned it in any of a dozen ways. And, in addition, is the fact that the handkerchief is odd, therefore noticeable. A lace expert assures me there’s probably not another like it in the world.” He stopped. Miss Thorne’s eyes sparkled and a smile seemed to be tugging at the corners of her mouth. She spread out the handkerchief,, on her knees. “You could identify this again, ol course?” she queried. “Yes.” She thoughtfully crumpled up the bit of lace in both hands, then opened them. There were two handkerchief now—they were identical. “Which is it, please?” she asked. If Mr. Grimm was disappointed there was not a trace of it on his face. She laughed, outright, gleefully, mockingly, then, demurely: “Pardon me! You see, it’s absurd. The handkerchief the butler restored to me at dinner, after I lost one in the senor’s office, might have been either of these, or one of ten other duplicates in my room, all given to me by her Maj— I mean,” she corrected quickly, “by a friend in Europe.” She was silent for a moment. "Is that all?* “No,” replied Mr. Grimm gravely, decisively. “I’m not satisfied. I shall insist upon the return of the money, and If it Is not forthcoming I dare say Count di Rosinl, the Italian ambassador, would be pleased to give his personal check rather than have the matter become public.” She started to interrupt; but he went on. “In any event you will be requested to leava the country.” Then, and not until then, a decided change came over Miss Thorne’s face. A deeper color leaped to her cheeks, the smile faded from her lips, aid there was a flash of uneasiness in her eyes. (TO BE CONTINUED.) Great Solvers of Problems. Two hours of honest, quiet solitude and silence will shovel several barrels full of mental and moral garbage out of you. And nothing else will do this ao w»U.

NOVELISTS WIFE AS AN AVIATOR w&l iJr ■■ IV' *‘’- v i ONE of the first of the English women to essay the delights and brave the dangers of the aeroplane was Mrs. Maurice Hewlett, wife of the well known novelist She liked flying so much that she became an expert and finally established an aviation school at Brooklands, England. Many pupils are being Initiated into the art of aviation by her, among them some women. The picture shows Mrs. Hewlett in the act of mounting her biplane preparatory to a flight.

TRAVELS IN AFRICA

Well-Known English Authoress Tells of Trip. Miss Mary Gaunt Rode 700 Miles in Hammock Through Tropical Country Where White Woman Never Had Been Before. London—After traveling 1,500 miles —7OO of them was in a hammock — through tropical Africa, a large portion of her journey being through country where no white woman has ever been before, Miss Mary Gaunt, the well known authoress, has returned to London to write a book of her experiences. The other day she nsrrated some of her .experiences. She is a pleasant looking, resolute lady. “I have been all along the 'gold coast,” she said, “from the western to the eastern borders. 1 also visited Togoland (th? German territory)- and Sunyani, in the northwest province of Ashanti, the back of beyond, where no other white woman has gone. “Altogether, I have been away eight months. Now I want to go to Timbuctoo, but 1 must write my book first. “In Ashanti I created quite a sensation’. None ot the natives had ever seen a white woman before. “They turned out with guns and shot them off, and they beat deliciously upon tom-toms. Crowds came to look at me. “They ‘dashed’ me (gave me) sheep and chickens and eggs—some of which were hoary with age—and even onions. That meant, of course, that I had to ‘dash’ them, which cost money. “In all the time I was in tropical Africa 1 never felt the heat so much as I have done since 1 came home. “Ninety-four degrees in the shade was the hottest my thermometer registered, but it was very humid, and

Is Wooed by Wireless

Indianapolis Business Man, In Love With French Girl, Carries on Courtship by Telegraph and Wins the Lass. New York. —The wireless as an aid to bashful swains who cannot muster courage to tell their love in their sweethearts’ presence stepped in to accomplish a marriage solemnized in New York the other day. A French girl. Miss Marguerite Castaign, a daughter of Colonel Jean Castaign. was the heroine <jf the Jules Vernlike romance that the wedding disclosed. James Guy Haugh, an Indianapolis manufacturer, was the hero. The various scenes are laid in France and America and on three liners that crossed the Atlantic at various times this summer. And neither the cable, which runs far beneath the surface of the ocean, nor the ether above the water was without its share in conveying the messages of love which finally brought the two together. Haugh met Mlle. Castaign on shipboard last June. He was attracted to the charming young woman, and she in her turn appeared to regard the American with favor. Arrived in France .Haugh managed to make the acquaintance of Colonel Castaign, the young woman’s father. He visited the Castaigns several times, and his acquaintance with the daughter grew. The time came for his return to America, but he could not summon sufficient courage to ask the fateful question so soon after he had first met her. • They parted. The time

everything rusts and rots, including one’s clothes. “On May 18 I lost my medicine chest, my boots, knives and forks, and nearly all 1 possessed. “This happened on a 350-ton bar steamer in the mouth of the Volta river. The surf was so bad that it smashed the bulwarks, the boats, the cranes, the galley, and the water rose in the engine room flush with the fires. W« thought we were going down. The waves were mountainous.. “I was the only passenger, and a woman, too, so I did not say I was frightened. I said to the captain: “ ‘lt is magnificent, isn’t it?’ “‘Magnificent!’ he said. ‘Good gracious; we can’t stand any more of it. We are going dpwn!’ “AH the blacks, crew and all, ran up on deck, crying and wailing. The engineer, a German, stuck to his post. He was groping about amongst scalding steam. He said: “‘I think it finish, but I may as well “go out” this way as another.’ “We came through all right, in the

Umbrella for a Squirrel

Don’t Like to Get Wet and Continuous Rains Force Little Animals to Make Use of Wits. Tarrytown, N. Y.—Automobilists who drove down the Gorybrooke road reported that as they passed William Rockefeller’s place they saw two gray squirrels crossing the road w-ith umbrellas over their heads to protect them from the rain. The story was laughed at when first told, but Irving Revere drove into town, bringing along a dead gray squirrel. Revere said the squirrel had been hit by a car and near by was a cabbage leaf. He said it explained why so many gardens had been rav-

when he might return to France was indefinite. Mr. Haugh, after a restless period, decided he could wait no longer. He approached the wireless operator of the vessel, and a few moments later a message tor Miss Castaign wa? flashing into the ether from the masthead of the retreating steamship, it said, in the language of dots and dashes of the telegraph code: “I love you. Will you marry me?” After more restless ddys the liner reached New York. There was a cablegram waiting for Mr. Haugh. “I certainly will,” it said. The cables between America and France hummed with other rapid-fire

Fog Horns Roar Out Tunes

One Is to Be Set Up on the California Coast and Can Be Heard for Distance of 12 Miles. San Francisco. —The time when a ship will be welcomed twelve miles out to sea by national airs, popular tunes and, perhaps, eventually phonos graphic records bellowed from gigantic fog horns, seems not far distant. Pleased with the tuneful tooting of electric automobile horns, LieuL-Com. William A. Moffatt, lighthouse inspector of the sixteenth district, made inquiries as to the possibility of making a similar horn for lighthouse service to replace the dismal blare of the log horns now in use. He learned tint one could be made which would ue

end, but his face was scalded. He saved us all. “1 traveled 700 miles in a hammock all over the gold coast, carried by men, four at a time. “At Angomeda my carriers were afraid to go any further because of the danger from the Krobo Hill. The Krobos used to come down and catch men and sacrifice them to their blood fetish. “At Angomeda 1 heard a leopard crying and I wanted to get on. We went on and found a bright, moonlit spot, where 1 thought we would camp, but they said: ‘Oh, no; bad place!’ and raced on. “Close at hand was a gloomy eminence, which they said was the Krobo Hill. They clapped their and tried to make noises like a very large company. “A black clerk riding by on a bl cycle had disappeared there. The Krobos come down with pronged forks, with which they seize their victims by the neck and carry them up the hill to torture them. “From there I went to Labolabo, scaled the steep Eveto mountains and got into the German colony, where the roads are very good. The English roads are not.” ||

aged of their large cabbage the last two wepks.° When the squirrels found a leaf large enough to cover their body they would bite a small hole in it, put Ufteir tail through and travel to' and fro? protected in their cabbage-leaf cravenettes. Squirrels don’t like to get wet, but it rained so long they were forced to use their wits to keep dry, with the above successful results. Hungary’s Maize Crop. Budapest.—Hungary's maize crop for 1911, according to the estimate ol county Adalbert Serenyi, Hungarian minister of agriculture, will be 30 per cent below that of 1910.

correspondence between the two. Mr. Haugh was unable to return to France to get his fiancee, and so she agreed to ccAne to him. The other morning he met the French Line steamer La Bretagne, and Miss Castaign landed and that afternoon she became Mrs. Haugh. Dumb Cured by Lightning. New Orleans, La. —After being speechless two years, as a result of a long illness, Miss Jessie Fishel instantly recovered the other day when frightened by a vivid flash of lightning and a loud peal of thunder. Seventeen specialists in several cities had tried to restore her voice. Her father declares the recovery is the result of prayers offered constantly by the family. A big family celebration has been planned.

heard at the Farrallone islands, *23 miles out at sea. As a sample, however, he decided to order one with a 12-mile range. It will be installed immediately on Blunt’s point, Angel island. i— Cure for Hay Fever. St Louis. —Warren D. Feurst, . -a financier, has cured his hay fever by spending half an hour each day for two weeks in the beer cooler of a St. Louis Brewery. When the great annual sneeze came he didn’t have time to go to a mountain resort, so he decided on the cold-storage treatment. There was sueh a rush that the brewery has put up a sign; “This is no sanitarium.”

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