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CHAPTER V.
THE MOST IMPORTANT CHAPTER IN THE
BOOK. CLARA ACTS THE DETECTIVE.
“IT’s time to get up, sir. Missus said
as ‘ow I must get you up by half-past
nine.”
I looked up in astonishment. In the
doorway stood our red-faced country
servant girl nodding good-humoredly
at me.
“Where is your mistress gone?
“Missus went out at half-past eight,
and said as ow I must wake you up and
have the breakfast ready hy ten o'clock.”
There was no mistaking this order, so
I hurtied up, a little ashamed at having
slept so long.
No sooner was I dressed, than there
was a ring at the front doorbell, and ia
stepped Monk with a vésy serious face,
He was not one of $hose who are
much affeeted by one or even two nights
of sleeplessness, but to-day he looked
unusually tited and weaty. .
“I'm afraid you havent had a good
night.
left you; we shouldn’t have kept you
up so long!”
“It was rather I who kept both of you |
up so late. But where is your wife
gone?”
4 “Clara went out at half-past eight,
‘the girl says; but she is sure to be home
| erick’s breakfast.
n.* Why do you ask?”
“She telephoned to me a quarter of an
hour ago. She told me to eome here at
once, as she had something of import-
ance to tell me.”
“She must uave telephoned from some
place in town,” I answered, somewhat
surprised,
“Your wife made some very sensible
remarks about the photograph, yester-
day,” said Monk, hesitatingly. “Has she
said anything more on the subject?”
“Hullo, Monk,” I answered, laughing;
i You've come to consult Clara Vier,
he private detective!"
Monk hadn't time to answer, for in
came the wery person we spoke of. Her
cheeks were rosy with the sharp morn
ing air. In her hand she carried an un-
tidy, badly packed, brown paper parcel
“Flease excuse me, Mr. Monk, for
Liceping you waiting; but I was obliged
{ to c~ll in at the charcuterie establish-
ment to get something tasty for Fred-
Such a gourmand as
he is! For you, I have got something
eise. But take a seat at the table and
have a eup of coffee; I will just run and
slip off my things—1 shan’t be gone a
minute,”
She vanished from the room just as
suddenly as she had appeared.
Monk and I sat down at the brealk-
fast table, and Clara soon joined us.
Both she and I did. good justice to the
viands, but Monk only played with his
knife and fork. :
When we. were finished, Clara asked
me for the key to the safe in my office.
She returned with the photograph
and the magnifying ;lass, and laid them
beside Monk on the table.
Monk avd. I looked at her in astonish-
ment. She also placed the brown paper
parcel near.
“Yesterday I promised to show you
that the photograph had been tampered
_ with. I could have done it at the time,
but I was anxious to refute all the ob-
jections which I knew you and Fred-
erick would bring forward, and that is
why 1 waited until to-day. The matter
is soon settled; the lady who stands in
the photograph has on 3 little hat with
a feather im it. On which side is the
feather?”
Monk glanced
“On the right side 1
Ves, quite So; now do you think that |
any lady wears fed! ‘oh ‘the right
side Of her hE?” :
“No ~now I come to think of it,’
ladies ‘usually wear: feathers on the left:
side of their hats,” Monk said, ooking
uncertainly a " b both,
“Usually, do oy
No lady (Ever eats eath
RE
ere ‘thay ‘be ‘Sofiething in what
you say, Mrs. Viller,” Monk's voice a8 °
still somewhat uncertain; “but this {8
of course only the little wing of a wood-
cock; and Evelina—Miss Fricle—I mesg
the lady in the Photograph—might, & foe
once have placed it on the DT
“Not to mention” I added, ‘that the
128y in ‘a ‘htitry ‘might ‘Hive put on the
hit the ‘wrong way.”
“That is exactly We argarient 1 en
pected |” showed Clara, triamphantiy.
“Phat’s just the way then ‘argue;
see lrerc! Here ds the selfsame hat
which Evelina .and Sigrid wore that
day the diamond was stolen. Now you
can see for yourselves!”
She tore the ‘paper off the parcel and
drew ‘out a little green fekk with
a ‘brown ‘wing a it, sad ‘showed it 'to
Monk.
Mork jumped up end clutched the
hat greedily. His hands trembled with
excitement.
“T have haught i¢ from Mrs. Reierzon
oa
ers on
mappa
at the photograph
Not at 1]
ve
to-day,” continued Clara. "I pretena-
ed that a rich English lady was col-
lecting curiosities from celebrated trials.
As it was fortunately rather far on in
the quarter, I could s: see that Mrs. Reler-
son was apparently in great need of
money. She was even sober.”
Monk sat with the hat in his hand,
staring at it; I went up to him.
“The feather is sewn fast,” he mut-
tered,
has ever been fixed on the other side.”
“But what if she had put on the hat
the wrong way?”
Clara laughed heartily.
“Here, you shall see for yourselves!”
She snatched the hat out of Monk's
hand «and set it on her own head.
I collapsed.
The feather slanted backward as it
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. Isn't that so?
“and there are no signs that it
ar Fi
did in the photograph when the hat was
put on properly. But if it was turned
back to front, as Clara now had it, it
slanted forward in a ridiculous manner.
There could be no mistake—the pho-
tograph had been tampered with!
“Are you both convinced ?” exclaimed
Clara,
“Yes,” 1 answered, “it is all fraud
and trickery.” :
“This is a very strange affair,” said
Monk, and began again to examine the
hat which Clara had put in front of
him.
In the meantime I took the photo-
graph and the hr "8 £ glass
gan again $0 exami: Perhaps
there's something else £ discover, I
thought to myself. -
Suddenly I laid down the magnifying
glass and leant back in my chair, roar-
ing with laughter. The other two
thought, no doubt, that I had gone mad.
““That’s a bit too much!” I exclaimed.
“The person who has got up this pho-
tograph must have been audacity or ig-
norance personified; just imagine that
such a t
out before! Look at Venus de Milo!
ha, ha, ha, ... ha! Do you know the
“Venus de Milo, Monk?”
“Do you mean the little copy in ivory
which stands in Ffick's museum, and
which has ot
you have there?” Monk's voice was
i gentle enough; but I saw by his face
It was dreadfully late when we ;
that he was full of éxcitement ahd éx-
pectation.
“Let me see!” ‘Clara rushed ‘forward
and snatched the photograph and the
magnifying glass out of my hand. i
“What is the matter, then, with this
Venus? As far as I can see by the
, photograph the little ivory copy must
be quite a work of art, but I can’t see
anything remarkable about it.”
“Ne, betause she has got ne hat or
clothes on her,
turned round to Monk-—“how many
arms has Venus de Milo?”
“Only half an arm on the right side,
and none on the left.”
“But this one has half an arm on the
left side and nothing on the right.
can’t: understand it,” remarked Clara.
She had kept hold of the picture, but
now passed it on to Monk, and looked
at me sceptically. <
“There, you can see!” 1 said tein .
umphantly. “When a woman has fixed
and be-
hat, although it should appear on the
left, and the Venus de Milo has an
arm on the side where there should be
none—but no arm where there ought to
be one. If, then, the person in the pho-
tograph in the same way has also. her
eft arm where her right should be, and
vice versa, then the great point raised
yy the prosecution f 5 to the ground.
It is her right-hand
finger which bears the ring.”
“Yes, you are right; but the time?
The clock in the elephant’s forehead?”
Instead of answering, Monk went
over to a little alarm clock which stood
on the writing table,
He first set to work to move the
hands, carefully shielding the dial from
us; then he signed to us to follow him,
and he led the way over to a long mir-
ror at the other end of the room. He
placed Clara and m= in front of the
mirror, he himself standing behind us,
holding up the clock.
“Look in the mirror now, and tell me
what the time is’
“Twenty-one. minutes to six,” an-
swered Clay and I at the same moment.
“Now turn round and look at the
clock—well, what do you say now? It
is twenty-one minutes past six, isn’t it?”
It was now Clara’s and my turn to
make our deductions. “You mean, then;
that the picture is altogether a fraud?
It is just as if everything had been
turned about, so that left becomes right
‘ and right becomes wrong.”
as this hasn’t been. found
e out in the photograph
“I mean,” answered Monk, briskly,
“that the photograph itself is all right,
and the person who is in the photograph
is Evelina Reierson. At the moment
when she was photographed, she wore
a feather on the left side of her hat,
in her left hand she held the diamond,
and on the right hand she wore a ring.
The time was twenty-one miftutes past
six.”
“But how—?"
“I'll soon tell you. The whole secret
lies in the fact that the photograph was
taken from a reflection in a mirror!”
“In a mirfor?”
“Yes, ifi, a mipfor.”
“You are tight ! That explains all!”
“Yes, all; and even a little more
Np perhaps, yot1 have not thought
en from my eyes, and I can see once
more!”
“This is mo time for Biblical lan-
guage, my dear Mohk; let us hear what
you mean by ‘even a little more.”
“You are right! Well, we have got
so far that we know the picture has
- been tzken in a mirror; but in what
But look héere—" I .
:
mirror?
“Well, that is for you to find out;
both Clara ahd ‘I have done our duty.”
+“You ¢erthidly have; and I shall
manage the rést—at least I hope so.
On the wall just opposite the cupboard
in the museum—the one which appears
here in the photograph—there is, right
enough, a mirror, a tolerably large one,
* and it is in that mirror that the pho-
i
a feather on the wrong side of her hat,
you can detect it at once; but when a
woman has her only arm placed on the
left side, instead of the right, then you
‘don’t notice it. But what is the mat-
ter with Monk?”
He had been looking at the picture
for a moment through the magnifying
glass, when he suddenly let both fall
and jumped up from his seat. He placed
one hand over his eyes, and kept it
there for some time. Then he let it
fall and stared into space, muttering:
“What a fool and an idiot I have been!
I pretend to be a detective! I am blind
—completely blind! 1 tried to judge
others, and yet have not been able to
see before my own nose! I am not
worth the dust I eat!”
“you don’t seem to eat much dust; you
live plainly, we may say, but well. I
Suppose you mean the dust beneath your
eet.”
. To my astonishment, Monk still re-
mained standing and staring into space,
while he repeated: —
“The dust beneath my feet.”
tograph was taken.”
- “But then, the persom who took it
must have stood - right beside Evelina,
aad, he cof ot very well have avoid-
pi ig a in the photograph.”
It was Clara who made this oh
“You are quite right, Mrs. Viller;
' but he stood so much to one side that
_ theory, you say?
he did not come within the frame of the
mirror. To prevent the frame from
‘showing in the photograph, he has
clipped it on both sides. That is why
the picture is so narrow.” !
“This is all very well,” I felt com-
pelled to remark, “but there is one
thing which upsets the whole of your
fine theory. Is it at all likely that
Evelina would .allow any one to stand
beside her and photograph her in the
mirror, while she was about to steal a
diamond, or, more correctly, would she
k heaven the scales have fall- '
must get old Frick’s permission to visit
the room, as you call it. I fancy that
is where we shall find the key to the
mystery. But how shall we be able to
see him? He won't receive me, and I
am afraid he will have heard of our
friendship, and so refuse to see you,
Frederick.”
“IT shall manage to see old Frick,”
said Clara, “and get you admitted, as
well. But I am ashamed of you, Monk!
Have you quite forgotten Sigrid?”
“Forgotten Sigrid!” answered Monk,
blushing like a peony.
“Yes, forgotten her, I say. What was
the exact time by the clock when the
photograph was taken in the mirror?”
“It must have been twenty minutes
past six.”
“And the whole of the time between
six and seven Sigrid sat with her uncle,
drinking tea with him. Wasn't that so?”
“Yes. ”
“Then her innocence is proved, wheth-
er the Englishman had been inside old
Frick’s fire-proof room, or not. Why
don’t you telegraph to Sigrid at once?
Why haven’t you done so half an hour
ago? Rather than marry a detective, I
would see myself—"
Monk tried to answer this terrible
volley, but was scornfully sent about
_ his business.
So it was arranged that Clara should
go to old Frick, and as soon as Monk
cand I had telegraphed to New York,
we were to go to Villa Ballarat and
wait outside till Clara gave a signal that
the siege was raised.
CHAPTER VI.
OLD FRICK AGAIN,
As Monk had told us, old Frick had
been for many years lame, and a pris-
oner to his invalid chair.
Imagine, then, Monks and my sur-
prise when we, on entering Villa Bal-
larat, after having been sent for from
our post outside, found the master of .
the house standing in the middle of the |
tfoom, and Clara sitting smiling in a
chair,
It is not mecessary to describe the
meeting between him and Clara, al- |
though my wife, at the time, gave a full
account ‘of it.
Suffice it to say that she boldly em-
tered the lion’s den and, without much
: ceremony, began upbraiding old Frick
choose the moment to steal the dia-
mond while she was being photo- |
; . graphed?”
“Hold hard!” I shouted, laughing,
“Yes, it was just that point which I
found to be the most difficult a little
while ago, when I was building up my
theory, so to speak; but I have hap-
pily solved that question, and the solu-
‘tion opens up a still larger vista to us.”
“When you were building up your
Do you mean those
' seconds a little while ago, when you
I often thins of that scene, and how
strangely we may act when the brain is
really at work. Monk afterward told |
me that he hadn't the faintest idea what |
words he had uttered at the time, but
that during the few seconds which |
elapsed, the whole story of the affair '
. which had taken up so many years of .
his life again passed through his brain
—not in its old guise, but in quite a
new form; in a new light, which helped
kim to see clearly through the veil of
mystery which had hitherto enveloped
the thing.
But suffice it to say that Monk soon
himself again, or, better still, an
roved edition of the depressed and
resigned man we had Seen for the last
few ‘days. His reyes spanded awd His
lips trembled with joyous ‘enibtivh, ‘as
be stood before ‘Clara: 3nd nis, and alter
nagsly shook our-hands, |
* is clear now,
Sigrid is innocent.
rove thet
ear as fhe?
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stood with staring eyes, and mutter-
ing something about eating dust?”
“It is possible that I behaved rather
strangely,” laughed Monk; “and I
| haven't an idea how long I was away
from this world. But even if it was for
only a few seconds, they were, at any
rate, more than sufficient to reveal to
me what had really taken place behind
the scenes, and which 1, until now, have
been quite deceived abotit. Just listen!
, If you remeihber thy description of the
little house in Frick's garden, of which
the mi was a part, you will re-
member that from the museum there is
a door leading to the fire-proof room.
This door is just at the side of the
cufbBard whith ‘we Have réferrel to so
with his hard treatment of his brother’s
children.
“If your nephew has erred,” she said,
“he was young at the time, and in bad
company—that I can vouch for.” She
was, thinking, no doubt, of Mr. Howell.
“As far as your niece is concerned, you
have judged her, as the whole world has
judged her, on suspicion, without t taking
into consideration her character.”
Old Frick had got red in the face
at these words, and his arms and legs
had begun twitching violently.
Clara was a little afraid the old man
would have a fit, but remembering the
old saying, “Joy does not kill,” she con-
tinued, quite undisturbed: “Something
has, however, happened, which you
have not deserved, Mr. Frick. Monk
‘and two friends, my husband and my-
, “discovered, as we shall prove,
that she has had nothing whatever to
do. with the disappearance of the dia-
mond; it is the scoundrel Mr. Howell
“who is at the bottom of it all.’ In fact,
in a short time you may have your niece
back again, and for the remainder of
your life you'll have an opportunity of
making amends for your mistake.” ;
There is no doubt Clara was most
successful in her appeal; for instead of
old Frick having a fit, he suddenly rose
from his chair, stumbled across to Clara,
and in a trembling voice asked her for
a fuller explanation. The excitement
had cured his lameness; and though he
never entirely regained the full use of
his legs, yet from that moment he was,
at any rate, able to move about by him-
i self,
I shall not dwell on the meeting be-
tween old Frick and Monk and myself.
. Many minutes had not elapsed before
oftéfi. Mie ‘only ‘Way %h Which one ’
icould, by aid of the mirror, ‘phete-
geaph a periion without being noticed in
front of the cupboard, would be by
tanding inside the dre-proof
heav ins he the floor oto Se Lam ajar.
day; shd 1 ¢an also prove who Englishman
scoundrel is”—here a dik Shadow over a Se a hs Hg ik ]
spread His ‘ude who fs the 'dathor ‘of “Tae “Boor
all this wretched treachery.” on be open?” :
iat bows’ i “No, sit is m strong irom door of
“It soon explained,” answered | which old Brick had the key; but for a
Monk. Sere me, why was it that Eve- | clever man, whose e was his own,
lina was uitt use it was iQ it would mot Be a dificult matter to
proved that the joe not be the person | prééiire a" fale ey. Nou remember
who ‘appeared ‘ih ‘the ‘photograph—do J
FOU ‘femembep?”
“Yes of course! First ofall, ‘Decatise
the person in the photograph has ‘a ‘ting *
on the third finger of the deft hand,
while Evelina, on account of an injury
to her finger when a child, could not |
get a ring on ‘this finger.”
“Yes, quite Tight; ‘and’ then?” :
“Then “the '‘pPhétograph “showed the
tite ‘to be ‘twenty-Sne ‘minutes ‘to ¥ix;
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and 4t the time, it was proved that Bie-
fina was at ‘her ‘mother’s.”
“Quite 80; but in the photograph, as
that Howell had had the entrée to ‘the
1 museum whenever he liked, for many
the.”
“gr what business had the English-
man in there? Me must have been a
ghoviidvel; and there is ho rea-
ison ‘Why "Ne ould not ‘Help Himself ‘to
‘what ‘he could find. - Butperhaps there
was not much cash there, and besides,
you have not sald anything about eid
Frick being robbed of any.”
open are Wight I cannot yet quite
+ proof room. But one thing you canbe
you and your wife have shown me, a certain of, and that is, that he was there
feather appears on the right side of the for no coed
-_— EY “USER 00 ESE
some wav er other we
rt a db pp a sr
see what die ‘watited in ‘old ‘Prick’s fire- °
we seemed to have known each other
for many years, He had gained a re-
spect for Clara which, I think, will last
to the end of his life. .
Only the most necessary explanations
were given,—happily Monk was a man
who expressed himself briefly and clear-
ly,—and so it was decided to adjourn
to the museum in the garden. Old Frick
took with him a large bunch of keys
which lay on the table beside his in-
valid chair, at which he now cast a
scornful glance, as well as at the ser-
vant who came forward to wheel his
master. There was no necessity for
more witnesses, so the servant, greatly
to his surprise, was dismissed, and with
Frick leaning upon Monk’s and my amm,
we set out for the museum,
t ‘was with Very mixed feelings that
Cléra and saw the scene of ‘the events
which had for @hitee days entirely en-
grossed our théaghts. 1 do ‘hot doubt
that Monk and old Frick weve jist as
much affected, even if their feelings
were of guite another kind.
We entered the pavilion in the garden
atid proceeded ‘through the museum.
| Everything was in exactly the Jae
state, did Fo4 Ha hd Méik said, us it
was six years befoie.
O1d. Friek pulled out 2 key and opened
the door.into the fire-proof moom,,
As if by a tacit understanding Clara
went across ahd stood in front of the
cupboard di ‘whisk ‘the blaék tortoise
glistened—which was «dpesied by old
Frick—while we others wemt into the
room and pulled the door almost to,
after us. There, sure enough, thr
on the large mirror just opposite, and in
eupboard and the shelf above it, with
the little elg and the Venus de
Milo, and ‘Clara's figure with her back
to us.
“Confound it all!” shouted old Frick,
“jt is just as Monk says. The rascal
has been standing ‘in ‘here ‘and photo-
ing “her!”
graphing “he
Clara said she must @lso see it; she
went into the room, while I took hee
! But Monk did not allow us to lose
Fe]
any more time.
ough
the opening, our ‘gaze ‘involanterily fell -
the glass ‘we saw the reflection .of the ' ¥
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. “Have you missed anything from the
fire-proof room, Mr. Frick?” he asked.
“The Englishman must have had some
reason Yor providing himself with a key
to fit it”
“No,” answered old Frick, after hav-
ing considered a moment. “1 keep noth
ing in here but documents and papers,
which only concern me. oney I al-
ways kept in the iron safe in the office.”
“There hire two iron safes here,” said
Monk.
“Yes,” answered old Frick, “in the
larger safe I keep family papers, etc,
which are of no value to any one. In
the small one over there—which is of
course nothing but an iron box, but is
provided with an unusually ingenious
lock—I keep my will, and 2 list of what
I possess.”
The large safe was opened, and a
lamp was brought in from the museum.
The safe, with its contents, was care-
fully examined, but nothing unusual
could be discovered.
“Now comes the turn of the box,”
said Monk. “Will you help me to bring
it out into the museum, Frederick?”
Although the whole thing was not
more than sixteen or twenty inches
square, it was so massive that we had
to” use all our strength to move it out
into the daylight.
It was a handsome steel box, the four
sides and the lid being ornamented with
chased arabesques.
Old Frick brought out a key of un-
usual shape.
“Wait a bit, Mr. Frick,” said Monk,
holding up his arm; “when was the last
time this box was opened 7”
“Six years ago,” said Frick, slowly,
“when 1 altered my will—God be
praised that I can alter it yet once
again!”
“Did Mr. Howell know anything
about the will?”
“Yes, of course. I made him my
heir to all which does not go to chari-
ties, and legacies, ‘and suchlike. It is
about £30,000. At first I had divided it
equally between Sigrid, Einar, and him,
but then—then—well I don’t think it
necessary to explain the rest; but then
came this business, and I struck Sigrid’s
and Einar’s mames ont.”
“And he knew where you kept it?”
“Yes; a day or two before he left, I
read it to him, here in the museum, and
put it in the box, while he was looking.”
Monk was all the time examining the
box most carefully, and some time
passed ‘before ‘he spoke.
(To be Continued.)
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Sold by all Druggists, 756 cents pur
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Joseph L. Tressler
Funeral Director and Embalmer
Meyersdale, Penn’a.
Residence : Office:
809 North > treet 229 Center Street
Economy hone. Both Phones.
‘Wstrome temperatures should be
avoided In the BHth. The éxtremely
cold ‘bath often’ts ‘a Shock in the s¥s-
tem. Sixty degreés ‘Fihré.yeit is a
good teniperatmre for thve bath, ‘both
sunimer -and ‘winter.
You ean make a shade for the gas
in a sickroom by using an ordinary
bestos stove mat with a ring in R.
Twist a plece of wire around the burn.
oe, leaving ‘the upper end free and
benid ‘into ‘a ‘hoop ‘shade; then hang
the mat ‘$0 ‘this.
Hat slowly and taste your food weil,
snd it will slide down and give more
nourishment than food eaten -quickly.
i Newer eet when tired er.overexhaust-
ed, but lie down, even if only for a
few minutes, before dining.
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and. many ailments of the digestive
organs are often the source of serious
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Largest Sale of Any Medicine in the World.
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