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[WEDNESDAY EVENING,
Silver
Sandals
A Detective Story of Mys
tery, Love and Adventure.
By Clinton H. Stagg
Copyright. "W. J. Watt & Co..
International News Service.
(Continued From Yesterday.)
McMann had no sarcastic rejoinder,
no sneering expletive. He had heard
that ton© before. It backed him up
against the wall like a strong fist.
He knew the blind man. after all, and
In the Instant he realized that he had
been led on and on, after warnings.
"You said Bracken killed him," ho
declared, and the weakening 6howed
plainly In the way he spoke.
"I did!" Colton pulled the tortolse
rlmmed glasses over his eyes and
found a chair with his cane. 'He
did kill him. So did Silver Sandals.
So did Ruth Neilton! And he killed
himself!" . .
"What d'ye mean?" The backing
down of the blustering police captain
was almost ludicrous.
"They all killed him, because they
made possible his murder! Every one
of them worked to help the real mur
derer. Every one of them would be
adjudged guilty on the evidence of
eyes! That's what I've been -work
ing to overcome. The murderer is as
safe as the President of the United
States himself. Arrest him, and these
two persons and the girl would be
found guilty by any jury in the land.
But I'll get him!"
There was a passion In the voice of
the blind man that the captain had
never heard before. It was a new
side that the police officer had never
fully realized. For the first time he
saw Thornley Colton as the district
attorney had seen him- —a bloodhound,
a blind bloodhound. All bluster, all
thoughts of bluster left McMann's
mind. Once before he had accepted
defeat momentarily, but the conceit
of a score of years' experience had
made him fight on. He had had to
beat the blind man, and lie hadn't
cared how he did it. But now there
would be no recovery. It was the end.
He turned to the detective. "Take
'em off, Tom," he said, and his voice
was that of a man svho is very tired.
He spoke to Colton then, and the
words came slowly: "You're in ohargo
of this case! Give your orders, and
I'll go to hell, if you say so!"
The blind man understood what
that confession cost. It was an ac
knowledgement of defeat from a man
who had never acknowledged defeat
before: from a man who had fought
honestly or crookedly to make his
own game win, because the game he
played was his life's game, all he
knew, or wanted to know. And ho
was putting himself under the orders
of a blind man at whom he had sneer
ed—treated with contempt at every
opportunity! The police captain was
a man when the show-down came.
"You'll make the arrest, captain,"
Colton said. There was no need for
more.
Bracken seemed to wake from his
daze. The snapping of the steel
bracelets and the nippers he had not
even noticed. He nad sat, s'aring,
stunned, at the blind man, till he
made that last statement. He Jump
ed from the chair.
. "You don't mean It!" he cried, and
there was terrible pleading in the
voice, that was broken and strained.
"You know who killed him?"
Colton merely nodded. Silver
Sandals had rison, and was holding
toward him one of the sheets from the
pad. To the last she was keeping
her pose before the police. Not even
this could startle her for a minute
into forgetting. The blind man read
what she had written, and crumpled
the paper into a ball with his fingers.
"Yes." He nodded, and he was
careful that she could see his lips
move. "He will be In Poushkocpsle.
I'm going to call the district attorney
on the 'phone. Ho should bo in at
the death!"
The last sentence seemed to strike
Captain McMann as suggestive. He
opened his lips to speak, closed them
again, and silently watched the prob
lemist leave the room in search of the
telephone.
CHAPTER XVIII
. Tho Summons
The Fee, wild-eyed with excitement,
burst into Sydney Thames' room.
"Wake up, Sydney!" he cried.
"Mister Colton's cleaned up the Sil
ver Sandals thing, an' he wants yuh
to see the finish."
The eyes of the secretary opened
sleepily, stared at the boy blankly
a minute, then he leaped from the
bed.
"Silver Sandals!" Thames repeat
ed, trying to stir the memory that
was not yet awake. Then events came
back to him with a rush. "How did
I get here?" he demanded dazedly.
"Where is the woman? The crow?
The girl? The murdered man I spoke
to?"
"Mister Colton's got the woman.
The crow's locked in the front room
here. The girl's downstairs, an' I
know nothln' 'bout the last," rattled
the boy.
"What time Is It?" Thame* ask
ed. "What day? I felt the eyes, then
saw a silver flash. I was stabbed,
I guess."
"I'll tell yuh about It while yer get
tin' dressed."
As Sydney got Into nls clothes. The
Fee rattled off the events so fast that
the words tumbled over each other. It
was difficult, at times, to follow the
txiy's story, so fast did he chatter; but
when Thames got to his collar and
tie he knew everything that had hap
pened while he had been out of the
world.
"So the dirtrict attorney has been
taking my place ?" mused the blind
man's secretary. "That seems strange."
"He met us down to Silver Sandals'
house, an' him an' Mister Colton's
been goin' round together ever since."
"You say he's coming here?"
"That's what the gee whiz!" The
boy whistled. "I fergot to show yuh
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the telegram." Ho dug Into his pocket
and extended tho yellow paper.
"Telepram?" questioned Thames.
"He couldn't telephone." A grin
spread over the boy's face. "He cut
the outside wires so's the girl down
stairs couldn't use it to talk any
wheres 'ccpt to the extension up
stairs." ... *_ ...
"You say Nadine Is with ner7
Thames asked the question eagerly,
his somber face lighting up at the
mention of the wonderful girl that
had come into his life.
"She carrfe more'n three hours ago.
Mister Colton told John he -wasn't
to wake yuh."
Thames saw that his tie was In Just
the proper careless knot, brushed an
invisible spot from his coat collar,
and took a step toward the door.
"Ain't yuh gonna read the tele
gram?" grinned The Fee.
The apple cheeks of Thames went
several shades darker as he unfolded
the telegram that ho had forgotten
completely. The words so surprised
him that he read them aloud uncon
sciously:
Follow orders of district attorney
unquestioningly. Bring girl, crow,
and crow's feather to place D. A. will
know. I have Silver Sandals and
Bracken. Case cleared, but think will
neeu eyes.
Thames read the thing again. Why
should he follow tho orders of the
district attorney? Why didn't Colton
issue his orders direct? Where was
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the place the district attorney knew?
And why did he need Sydney Thames'
eyes? The district attorney wasn't
blind.
"How long ago did this come? If
Colton had telephoned the district at
torney direct from wherever he was
tho official should have beaten the
telegram.
"Five minutes," The Fee answered,
and the grin was still on his face.
"Yuh got time to see N'dine 'fore
he comes."
The sensitive Sydney strode from
the room, straight-backed, scowling.
The Fee made a horrible grimace, and
followed. Sydney wanted to run down
the stairs, but the thoughts of tho
grinning boy behind him made his
steps draggingly slow. 11l the hall be
low they met John with a tray.
"The girls just h!\d a bite, sir," he
informed Sydney. Thames cursed tho
minute of delay that caused, but he
nodded smilingly. He took a step
toward tho door when the ring of the
front bell halted hiin.
"I'll go!" exclaimed The Fee, and
he darted past to answer.
It was the district attorney, and
suppressed excitement was in his man
ner and voice. "Hustle along!" he
commanded, and it was only the smile
that took the sharpness from the
words. "The waiter has been found!"
Sydney instantly bristled at the Idea
of taking orders from any one but the
problemist A sharp answer was on
the tip of his tongue; then the words
of the telegram flashed back to his
mind. Unquestlonlngly, the blind
man had said. Unquestlonlngly!
Sydney glanced longingly at the
closed door, then took the coat and
hat the boy had taken from the hall
tree.
"Coming along. Shrimp?" he asked
as he started toward the door.
"No, sir," the boy answered soberly.
"I got a telegram, too. Mister Colton
wants me to count the feathers In
Rameses' tall."
"What?" scowled Sydney.
"Hustlel" exclaimed the district at-
torney, with what Sydney thought
was unnecessary sharpness.
But he obeyed unquestlonlngly.
"Know who the waiter Is?" asked
tho district attorney as the car started
across the city.
"Shrimp told me of the guide,"
Thames answerod a bit shortly. The
district attorney searched Thames'
face intently for an Instant, then he
seemed to understand the shortness
of Sydney's reply.
"Got me up In the air, too," he said.
"Colton had me on the wire. Told
me to hurry over and get you. Made
me call off the detectives I sent to
Poughkeepsle, and he Issued orders
through Captain McMann, as repre
senting the New York police depart
ment, that any guard over the old
man's house at Poughkeepsle should
be Instantly withdrawn. I don't un
derstand it. Colton said that he had
Bracken and Silver Sandals, and that
both had confessed. Why doesn't he
bring them down to the city? Any
why does he want to look for a
feather?"
"A feather?" put In Sydney, the In
structions of the telegram and The
Fee's words coming back.
"Yes; I'd just got the 'phone mes
sage about Nelson, the waiter, when
he called. Wanted mo to see If there
was a feather on the body."
"Body ?"
"Yes. We've been trying to locate
the "waiter ever since yesterday morn
ing after the murder was committed.
We couldn't And him because he was
In the river."
Sydney nodded. His mind was try
ing to piece together the ends Shrimp
had told him. The Fee's eyes and
ears had been wide open, as usual,
and he knew things that neither the
blind man nor the district attorney
had suspected ho knew. The boy had
followed every move of the case, and
Sydney had a pretty thorough knowl
edge of all Its twists and quirks. There
were things he did not know, many
things, but he made no attempt to
Question the district attorney. That
SEPTEMBER 20, 1916.
official seemed strangely silent, and
Sydney wondered.
The car was bowling along East
Twenty-sixth street. It stopped before
the grim-looking morgue building that
was part of the grimmer-looking
Bellevue group. The district attorney
was Important enough to get ready
admission ana courtesy; the morgue
keeper himself was on the Job, ready
and willing to do anything he could
for so great a personage.
"Plain floater," was his casual com
ment, grunted around, a badly chew
ed cigar, as the body of "George Nel
son, waiter, age twenty-seven," was
pulled out on Its slab. He pulled back
thegsheet'. "Drunk," grunted the mor
gue-keeper again. "Fell in. Picked
him up around Peck Slip. In the water
about twenty hours."
The district attorney nodded. Th
pseudo guide had evidently wandered
ino a saloon when he had run awaj
from the blind man, had a few drinks,
and had fallen into the water. Hi
took a closer look at the bloated face.
"Jove! Now I remember him!" h
exclaimed. "He was a hotel waltei
that was to be a big witness at on
of the gambling trials last winter. H
disappeared. No doubt he got a Job
on Bracken's yacht. Of course h
felt the lure of old New York, ana
he snapped at the chance to work 11
the Beaumonde. Even In a state o(
hypnosis my appearance shocked hlrt
into remembering. He thought I wal
after him."
(To Be Continued.)
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