SILVER SANDALS ' A Detective Story of Mystery, Love and Adventure. By Clinton H. Stagg. w. J. Watt & Co.. International News Service. CHAPTER XX Carl's Story Two persons in the great, vaulted room that had been the study of the strange old man whose life it had cost to prove his theory that he had discovered tho Great Mystery, were calm and cool. The others had not yet recovered from the shock caused by the denouement when the cars had come to see the blind man guarding the former manager of the Hotel t Beaumonde. One of the two cool persons was Thornley Colton. The other was Manager Carl! "You've got me right," he said, ■with only a bit of sullenness In his voice. "I did it. I'd have got by with it, too, if I hadn't been a damn' fool enough to try and play safe by get ting you in." "You are the only man who has ever deceived mo by tone Inflection," de clared the blind man, and in his tone was the compliment tho clever crim inal always gets from his detectors. "Thanks, but you see I had several months to practice in it. I figured that that short-tempered attitude be cause the police were spoiling my business was the only one to use." "Tell us how you pulled It!" Police Captain McMann blurted the exclama tion, and for the first time since he had seen the murderer the look or almost doglike admiration he han been giving the blind man changed. "Miss Neilton " put In Colton sh rply. "I want to hear It all! All!" put in the girl, who sat. white-lippd, with tightlv clenched hands, bv the side of Silver Sandals. The old woman had her arm around the waist of her neice. One withered old hand held the plump white hand of Ruth. She murmured a low-toned, endearing en couragement, and no one seemed to notice the fact that she talked. "That's what gave me the first idea." Carl ierked his thumb vicious ly toward the huddled-up figure of Norman, who was handcuffed to the wrirt of the square-Jawed detective. "I used to know hjm when he was a real hotel manager nnd not ouite as crooked as Ooyers Street. About six months ago he came and told me he wanted a position as assistant man ager. I was sroing to kick h'm out. but he told me whv he wanted it. He told me of the old man and his Idea. T thought he was kidding. I didn't think there -were people like that. But I found that what he said was true. He knew that the old man had money, a million at least, some where here. He knew how it was going when he died, too. ' Been around here a lot, I guess." He paused to glance inquiringly around. Colton nodded. Carl continued: "Somehow Norman knew how in the holo T was. He knew that Wall Str-et had been get ting me stronsr. Bracken was off on his yacht all the time, and I was the whole works around the hotel. In the last year or so I knew it couldn't go on. The boy was taming down, and I knew it wouldn't be very long before he took a hand in the Beau monde. And I was * couple of hun dred thousand into Bracken. "This was an absolutely safe way to get it back with a lot more. I gave Norman the job, and never let any one suspect that we were work ing together. You never knew that?" he asked of Bracken. "No." The negative came hoarselv. "I offered him five thousand dollars to do his part. He knew the father of my wife. He knew there was noth -1 ing but the "*vhim of a strange old man to be respected. T thought he had secured the position on his merits." "You haven't been around New York much." declared Carl dryly. "Well. Norman knew the whole stunt. We knew the day the old man had figured he was going to die. We knew the minute he wanted to be led into the diningroom. I fion't suppose there ever was a murder that was figured out like that. Six months ago I fixed the door to have everything ready. I got the new cabaret act that would make people sit up and take notice and forget everything else that was going on at the minute the old man and the woman were to get into the diningroom. I let two of the captains go, through Norman, of course, so that the one would be too busy to keep near the table all the time. Of course Bracken thought Norman had fixed it for his part. But I did that, too. I was grinning almost when he came to plead for the private diningroom, but I solemnly let him have it. "The old man came in the after- \ noon with Bracken. Norman slid them up to the suit© without iny one getting wise. Bracken left him right away, and Norman told the old man that he'd better wear gloves so that 1 his hands wouldn't get dustv from 1 the unused furniture. He put'*em on' withoux a question. We didn't want I any finger prints around. We'd had I months to figure that end of it, too I had it fixed eo that I could watch him in the room. We knew that he had the paper with the hiding place of his money or Jewels on, be cause Norman knew that the woman ?u PS F et U befor e she took him to the diningroom. took U out ar,d started to study It. T hat was the signal for Norman to enter and ask him if he wouldn't ifci® a , U was a eHm sort of thing, that old man sitting calmly Pif .1 table waiting for death that he d figured wa coming at seven o clock, just because a lot of figures Bringing Up Father $ Copyright, 1916, International News Service # ($) r ? rga T r ' 9 N °i th Fr ° nt St ' A. H. Hamer, See'y to the Mayor, City Bldg.. U t red Holtzman, Deputy County Controller, Courthouse Emanuel Kauffman, 1919 Briggs St. E. H. Fisher, Chief Clerk Co. Com., Courthouse. V. B. Myers, Commercial Bank. —— When the time came I took It to let • you know that I h.id the crow and to make you send some one after it. j At the hotel X found the words on the table." "That told you I had the crypto gram!" put in Carl. "No." The blind man shook his, head. "You told me that. "I?" "Yes. You have just said that you \ tried to figure the thing out. You did that on the desk of your office. It was littered with papers. You didn't bother to push them back, and my! wonderfully sensitise finprer tips felt the indentations your pencil had made j through the paper on which you had written to the loose papers underneath ! it. My fingers were feeling them as I sat at your desk before we went! to the suite upstair*. Of course you ! had destroyed the pape\\ but that' BKBRISBUTCG TELEGRAPH made no difference 1 to my blindness. : It was simple, then, for fingers such |as mino to search your pockets at the time I asked you to lead me. I let you know that I was very anxious to have the district attorney locate the missing waiter so that you would have the thing you needed to get me from j the house. I pretended to listen in the I suite to see if you would try to direct | suspicion against Norman, who, I knew, must have been your pal. You did, very cleverly. Then I waited for the girl. Her story proved the cor | rectnesn of my theory and told me the thing I could got in no other way | —the hiding place of Silver Sandals. | "I understood then that both Silver Sandals and Bracken had come to ! know that Neilton had been murder j ed. They kept it from the girl. But I Bracken had an idea Norman was Kuiltv, and he was trying to find him. Both realized how their hands were tied, and they were powerless because no Jury in the land would believe their story. I knew that Bracken must come to the hiding place early this morning because he would ixant to report and to see the girl. He couldn't have stayed away longer." "Then I heard Silver Sandals con fess!" Bracken exclaimed. "Yes." The faintest suspicion of smile hovered over Cotton's thin lips. "I intended that to bring you into the room. She thoußht that you had committed the murder!" "She thought " Colton could hear the sudden movement that told him of Bracken's turning to stare at the silent woman whose arm was around the waist of ene girl. "You were supposed to have been with Neilton. Even your wife thought that. Silver Sandals loved Ruth as SEPTEMBER 23, 1916. i much as you do. She was willing to sacri.lee herself to save you for Ruth." "I wasn't in the suite except to take him up," said Bracken. "He wouldn't let me stay. But I couldn't go back to the old house. I was afraid to do anything that might get the'police on the trail of Ruth. I never"—he hesi tated a second, then plunged bravely on—"I never believed that death would come. I expected father would be back at the house when I got through my work. Then when Ruth ■came " He shuddered. The thing was uncanny, dreadful. "Then you confessed," reminded the blind man gently. "Your object was obvious," inter rupted the blind man. "Your love or your wife controlled you, too. You wanted to give Silver Sandals time to solve the cryptogram that meant so much. You were willing to go to jail so that she might carry out the wishes of Ruth Neilton's fathej-. I've said once before that only the girl and the woman were dominated by the dead man; you were dominated by love; love for the girl who believed as her father believed." "And now"—Carl cooly crossed his legs to be more comfortable—"l hope you have the time of your young lives solving the damn' thing. The fool police left and made it easy for us. But the Egyptian disguises were the safe play, and X thought I was play ing safe all through. You'll find the two servants in Cairo, by this time. They never stopped running when the cops came. We had to lay around for an hour or so before we could get In." (To Be Continued.) 9