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CHAPTER XI11.—Continued.
—15—
“Peter Is hedging about referring to
the fact that Craven put up a very
prompt protest when you told me to
take the necklace into the sunlight and
satisfy myself.”
“Yes,” Peter admitted gloomily.
“Is the evidence complete enough?”
Mrs. Beggarstaff questioned gently.
“We didn't want to tell you this, Betty.
For my own part, I’d rather you had
conspired with Tad to smuggle—”
“Don’t !“ pleaded the unhappy wom­
an. Bending forward, elbows on knees,
she stared somberly at the carpet. "Bur
how," she asked, "do you account for
that perfect counterfeit?”
“Simply,” Quoin replied, “after that
affair of Thursday night, on my own
responsibility I sent a wireless to Paris,
to Cottier’s, in Betty’s name. The an­
swer came through Friday night, say­
ing that the original owner had sold a
paste duplicate to a dealer in articles
de Paris, which he In turn had sold to
a chance customer—definite descrip­
tion unavailable—the same day that
the real necklace was taken from Cot­
tier’s by your agent.”
“It seems Incredible. Of all men—
Tad Craven I”
“You forget how little we know of
him,” the Dowager Dragon put in.
“Know of him?" Betty protested,
looking up. "Why, everybody knows
Tad Craven ! Oo out among our friends
and try to find one who believes he
would do anything dishonest.”
“And still, I insist, you forget how
little we know of him. Hark back Into
your memory, my dear. How long have
we known him? Twelve or fifteen years
at most. How did he come to know
us? Through introductions to a few
clubs, indorsed by Lord Evesden—who
was later drummed out of town for
card cheating, and never came back.
But Tad Craven stuck. He didn’t cheat,
and he was amusing, and as long as he
was personable, agreeable and seemed
to have money nobody bothered about
his pedigree.”
"I’ve been looking Craven up,” Quoin
supplemented. “Listen !” He began to
read from a tiny memorandum book:
“Came to New York in ’93 with a Brit­
ish musical comedy company. His wife,
Letty Craven, fell ill during the run of
the piece and died in a public hospital
of quick consumption. After that Cra­
ven got a job with some show which
perished on the road. When he turned
up again he was training with a gang
of professional sharpers with whom he
played a few turns on the transatlantic
ferry route as capper. But he dropped
that before he became known to the
police. Later he was running with a
gay Lord Evesden; but shook him as
soon as he felt solid in New York and
those ugly whispers began to go round
about Evesden’s play. The rest is
mainly circumstantial damnation.”
Quoin put away his notebook and be­
gan to tick off his points on nls fingers.
“It may not have escaped you that
there’ve been some pretty stiff burglar­
ies among our friends In the last twelve
years or so. They weren’t frequent;
but they were all big hauls, and every­
one was well planned and culminated
In a clean getaway. And it so happens,
when one comes to look into It, that
Craven was especially thick with all
the people victimized. The biggest coup
was the theft of the Joachim collec­
tion, worth several hundred thousand
dollars. Now Lydia Craven, when she
came aboard the Alsatia, was wearing
a cameo from the Joachim collection
which she raid her father had given
her on her fifteenth birthday. Discreet
pumping on the part of Mrs. Beggar­
staff has shown that date to have fallen
just three months after Joachim was
robbed. Incidentally, the cameo disap­
peared as soon as Lydia and Craven
met on board. There’s a sinister thread
running all through the history of
Thaddeus Craven.”
His voice trailed off into silence.
Mrs. Merrilees was eying him steadily.
“You never got all that information
together since morning?" Mrs. Beggar-
staff prompted.
“No,” Quoin admitted. “I’ve had
my eye on Craven for some time.”
“Why?” the old woman demanded
bluntly. “What made you first suspect
him?”
“Well,” replied Quoin, “he never
rang true to me ; and when it began to
be rumored that he was a candidate
for Betty's hand—I felt rare he wasn't
worthy of her, and made up my mind
to be rare before forbidding the
banns.”
After a pause Betty looked up defi­
antly. “It does make me out a bit of
an Idiot, doesn’t it?”
“Nonsense ! We were all taken in,”
Peter protested. “Look bow I’ve al­
ways stuck up for Tad I But there’s
one thing I want to say: He may be
a rotter, and all that sort of thing;
but that girl of his is as straight and
fine a proposition—”
“Do hush, Peter I We all know
you're In love with her. But what Is
all this to me?” Betty protested with a
break In her voice. "I hope you’re
right. Peter, and I hope if you are you
may be happy.
HERMISTON
HERALD,
I To you, all old friends, I can talk
about this terrible thing. But what
about the outsiders? My name linked
with that of a common criminal's—oh,
I am ashamed, ashamed !”
Unknown to her, the Dowager Drag-
on was nodding vigorously to Quoin.
This last rose awkwardly, and spoke
with a hesitation uncommon in him.
“If you'll leave It to me, Betty,” he
suggested almost timidly, “I think I
can arrange matters with Craven and
recover your necklace tonight, quite
without publicity. And”—he glanced
at his watch—“It’s a quarter of eleven.
If I’m to do anything, I have no time
to lose."
CHAPTER XIV.
True to her Instinct for the dramatic
moment, when the telephone interrupt­
ed Mrs. Beggarstaff answered with no
apparent emotion and nothing more
than a noncommittal “Yes?” followed
at a brief interval by “Yes, If you
please, at once.” Then, hanging up the
receiver, she set herself artfully to de­
lay Mrs. Merrilees. “This is all very
well,” she announced with complacent
determination ; “but I want to know
what real evidence you have got
against Craven.”
“Nothing,” Quoin admitted, “beyond
circumstantial evidence, which, how­
ever well grounded, wouldn’t hold to­
gether a minute under the analysis of
any able-bodied criminal lawyer.”
“No actual proof?”
“Not a whit You may be sure Cra­
ven never took an active hand in any
of these affairs: merely engineered
them with his inside information and
superior intelligence. Be sure, too,
that whenever a job was pulled off he
was always conspicuously somewhere
else.”
“Then what do you propose doing?"
“Why—Betty permitting—scare him
silly and run him out of town. I don’t
think we want more than that—aside
from the necklace.”
“That will content me,” Mrs. Merri­
lees affirmed.
Here a knock fell on the door, and
the Dowager Dragon, for all her pro­
tested Infirmity, rose with the spryness
of youth.
“No, don’t go yet. It’s only some­
thing I've been expecting. And I want
one word more with you—about the
girl Lydia. Whatever you do, under­
stand, I won’t have her run out of
town, or annoyed, or frightened, or
ill-treated In any way.”
With this she disappeared down the
hallway. Followed a sound of voices
murmuring.
Quoin and Mrs. Merrilees lingered in
doubt and silence, the gaze of each
seeking the other’s ; while, to one side,
by these two forgotten, Peter Traft
waited, watching, some little sadness
and envy In his heart.
Not that he grudged Quoin the guer­
don of a lifetime’s unselfish devotion ;
but he felt quite justified in envying
them the happiness that was to be
theirs. If he could ever hope to see
Lydia Craven look up into his face as
Betty Merrilees was just then looking
up at Quoin—
Betty, in a melting humor and a
gown representing the finest flower of
the Rue de la Paix, to Peter’s fancy
cut a figure that filled your eye. And
In such matters Peter esteemed him­
self a distinguished amateur.
But once Lydia Craven had entered
the drawing room Peter no longer
cared to look at Betty. A fellow’s got
only a certain limited amount of eye-
sight, after all, and It’s no good wast­
ing It on anything he Isn’t really crazy
about.
In the severity of her street dress
the girl's figure had a graciousness that
even Betty's couldn’t shadow. And
Lydia’s face, set against the darkness
of one of those trim little hats which
In those days were just beginning to
oust the art-nouveau-coal-hod enormi­
ties—Lydia’s ruddy hair, the transpar­
ent pallor of her brow, the fine glow
In cheeks fresh from the rainy night,
her dark and animated eyes brighten­
ing with surprise and half-timid pleas­
ure—taken altogether Peter thought
Lydia’s fairness was to Betty's as sun
to candlelight.
But with delight apprehension was
mixed In his mind. There were still
some phases of life Peter hadn't fath­
omed ; for one, the antagonism within
the sexes—within the sex, rather; for
It was the attitudes often adopted
t ward one another by the most ami­
able and delightful of women that per­
plexed his understanding.
Now, with real provocation On her
side, what would be Betty’s attitude
toward this rival beauty?
His solicitude was wasted. Either
he underestimated the generosity of
Betty, or Lydia’s ingenuousness dis­
armed. Constraint was absent from
their meeting: they went at once to
each other’s arms.
“It's so good to find you here, Betty.
Oh, good evening, Mr. Quoin—Mr.
Traft, good evening. The best part Is,
I thought you were stopping here, and
was In despair when I found you
weren't”
"It’s dear of you ; but—”
“I was so anxious to give you—this !”
As she spoke the puzzle box left Lyd­
ia's keeping finally and for all time.
Betty Merrilees uttered a low cry.
“This?” she questioned in a strange
voice. “What?”
"Must I say?” Lydia laughed. “I
don't believe you really want me to—”
“Not my necklace !” the woman
gasped.
“There! I didn't tell—did I, Mrs.
Beggarstaff?”
“No, dear child ; but we knew all the
time.”
Incontinently Lydia
was
over­
whelmed by a very unexpected, un-
cal led-for, motherly and protracted
embrace; which, while It didn’t lack
HERMISTON,
OREGON.
lomatic purpose of preventing the girl
from noticing Betty’s half-hysterical
attempts to open the puzzle box and
that the Dowager Dragon was making
significant faces at Quoin over her
shoulder.
“Permit me, Betty," Quoin suggest­
ed. “I think I know the trick—”
In another breath the box was open,
the necklace in Its owner's hands.
“Merely my foolish delight to see
you again so soon, my dear.” A hand
patted affectionately one of Lydia’s
flushed cheeks as, released, breathless,
and wondering, she stepped back to
readjust her hat
“You’re awfully good to me, Mrs.
Beggarstaff. But I can’t stop a minute.
I’ve another errand to run for father—
he’s very busy tonight—”
“Another errand!” Betty Merrilees
parroted out of a mind perhaps par-
donably confused.
“Yes—I sha’n’t be long. Father
asked me to bring that to you ; but
promised to call for me within an hour.
So I was to attend to the other errand
first, and wait here with you for him.
But my taxicab broke down and—”
“Craven coming here?” Betty inter­
rupted incredulously, but checked sud­
denly at a look from Quoin.
“As soon as he can get away,” Lydia
affirmed. “I mean, of course, wher-
ever you're really stopping—”
“The Plaza.”
“That’s just across the way. Isn’t it7
It’s odd of him to make such a mis­
take. He said the Margrave distinctly.
But I’ll ask for you at the Plaza In
half an hour, if you don’t mind.”
“Mind ! On the contrary," Mrs. Mer­
rilees said pleasantly, “I’ll be delight-
ed. Tad, too. That will be fun—
rather! We’ll have supper together—
all of us.”
“And so—good night for thirty min­
utes,” Lydia laughed. "I must hurry."
“Walt a minute,” Peter put in. “I’m
off too, you know, and going your way.”
“How do you know you are !” Lydia
demanded, smiling back from the door­
way.
“Because that’s the way I’m going.”
“But I don’t want you now, Mr.
Traft—though I shall hope to see you
again In half an hour. Good-by.”
The hall-door closed, leaving Peter
as dashed as Betty Merrilees was
thunderstruck, as Quoin was thought­
ful, as the smile of the Dowager Drag­
on was satiric.
There Was a little pause.
“What,” Peter demanded, “what do
you know about that?”
“After her, you loon,” Quoin snapped,
waking up with a start. “If Craven
told her to go somewhere else first,
be sure he never meant her to bring
that necklace here. Don't yon see?”
“Ass!” Peter groaned, smiting his
forehead. “Why didn’t I think?” Seiz­
ing bat and coat, he threw open
the door even as the elevator gate
clanged.
The car had dropped from sight be­
fore he reached the shaft. Planting a
thumb on the push-button, he educed
only a thin, persistent grumble from
the annunciator bell, steadily dimin­
ishing in volume as the car continued
wilfully to descend.
Infuriated, the young man commit­
ted the soul of the elevator attendant
to the nethermost depths of damnation
and, turning to the stairway, plunged
down the flights in breakneck haste,
three steps at a time.
Across the lobby he sped as one
hounded by furies, and gained the car­
riage entrance barely In time to see a
taxicab pulling away from the curb.
Peter gave chase, affording midnight
wayfarers the diverting spectacle of a
beautifully arrayed young man—coat­
tails flat to the wind and rain, top coat
streaming wildly from one arm, the
other brandishing the dernier crl In
toppers—in mad. mute pursuit of a
self-contained taxicab proceeding stol­
idly about Its business.
Happily for Peter, Its business in­
volved observance of traffic regula­
tions ; and when It paused to give pre­
cedence to a Fifty-ninth street cross­
town car Peter caught up—if some­
thing more rudely than he had thought
to. Unable to check quickly on the
greasy asphalt, he skidded against the
door with a crash.
“Hold hard 1” be begged between
breaths. "Give me a chance !”
“What the—” commented the chauf-
fear suspiciously.
But at the same time Peter jerked
the door open, and—a crawly, sinking
sensation deserted his midst : the fare
was Lydia, after all !
She greeted this breathless appari­
tion with an inarticulate cry.
“You forgot something,” Peter
gasped In response, climbing In.
“What?"
“Me !” he declared settling Into the
place by her side ; then thrust his head
out of the door and panted, “It’s all
right, driver. Cut along—and don’t go
too fast—slippery pavements—”
“But, Mr. Traft—" Lydia expostu­
lated.
Peter shut the door with a bang, and
the car, with an unobstructed way,
picked up wary heels and stole on up
Fifth avenue.
(TO be CONTINUED.)
In the Old Days.
CLIMBED STAIRS
ON HER Did
“We got this boat together in re­
markably short time,” remarked Noah
jubilantly as he stood off and surveyed
the ark. “Yes,” replied Japhet. “All
77
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build her of wood. There hasn’t been
any steel construction to stand and ar­
Foo Ill to Walk Upright Operation
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The people
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Diner—You leave it where it is. If
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there.—Boston Transcript.
Awoke to Her Value.
Nell—So he jilted her,(did he? That
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Belie—On the contrary, it gave her
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Cardiff, Wales, has become known as
the Pittsburgh of the British Isles. Like
the American city, the coal mines are
largely responsible for Its boom, al­
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part. Some men who were shipping
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