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Every inch of the apartment was searched, the floors torn up, the walls dismantled, but the Crimson Diamond had vanished. Chief of Police Conlon detailed four of his best men on the case, and, as I had nothing better to do, I enrolled myself as a volunteer. I also offered $25,000 reward for the recovery of the gem. All New York was agog.
"Are you going to wait for daylight? Get the four men out -all Americans, mind you. Hustle, man!" Evarts started away; toward the camp over to the left of them. As he did so Tom darted in another direction. Two minutes later Tom was back, piloting by one arm a man who was still engaged in rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. This was Conlon, engineer of the motor boat, "Morton." "Where's Evarts?"
When they reached Taloona they found the place on fire. The sub-inspector was outside with his head smashed, and Mr. Dudgeon, with a bullet through him and his hands handcuffed behind his back, lying on the floor of the hut. They saw the glare of the fire through the trees and only galloped up just in time to get the old man out. He's in a bad way, Conlon said, and so is the sub-inspector."
"I cud shtart a pipe shap, Con, fur be th' first strake ov dawn I found five new pipes an' five half ounces ov tubacca inside th' doore ov th' sty!" "Take this bit too. Avic, ye don't come ofen," and he gave him a small package and took his departure. Eliza Conlon brought a cup of tea. Without even looking in, she pushed the little door ajar, laid it just inside, and went away without a word.
"Tune up the engine, Conlon," Reade directed the engine tender. "I'm going to take a run around to the west side of the wall. I'm going to try to find the tubes of high explosive that I'm satisfied were planted in the wall." "That's a fine job for a dark night, sir," grumbled Conlon. "Suppose we run into the bombs, and they prove to be contact exploders, too?"
He died suddenly, and Eliza, his mother, came at once for help to the chimney corner. "He's gone, Anna, he's gone!" she said as she dropped on the floor beside Anna. "An' ye want me t' do for yer dead what ye'd do for mine, 'Liza?" "Aye, aye, Anna, yer God's angel to yer frien's." "Go an' fetch 'Liza Conlon, Jane Burrows and Marget Houston!" was Anna's order to Jamie. The women came at once.
Captain BUCKLEY, Cleveland, Ohio troops. Lieutenant TIMOTHY LAVAN, Cleveland, Ohio. Captain McDONALD, Pulaski, Tennessee. Captain LAWRENCE SHIELDS, Nashville, commanding Tennessee troops. Captain PHILIP MUNDY, Chattanooga, Tenn. Lieutenant JAMES J. ROACH, Nashville, Tenn. Lieutenant JOHN MAGUIRE, Nashville, Tenn. Captain MICH'L CONLON, Memphis, Tennessee. Captain HAGGERTY, Indianapolis, Indiana.
Evarts wanted to know. "It sounded like a yell out there yonder," Tom rejoined. "Didn't hear it, Mr. Reade." "There it goes again!" cried Tom, leaping up. "Some one is calling my name. It must be Harry Hazelton, and he must want help. Conlon, slam it to that engine of yours!" Left by himself Harry had stood, at first, motionless, or nearly so.
"Let one of the men jump ashore with the boathook and hold the boat steady," was Reade's next direction. This being done, Reade deflected the searchlight for one more look into the water. Then, the pliers in his right hand, he mounted to the rail of the boat. "Be careful, sir -do," begged Conlon. "What I'm afraid of is that the bombs are contact exploders." "It's likely," nodded Reade.
Conlon drew the metal tube, with a piece of wire pendant from it, as carefully as though it had been a royal baby and heir to a throne. Into the boat the engine tender lifted the thing, and laid it carefully in a locker. By the time that Conlon was back at the rail Reade had gone below again. "Down dere, aftah mo' death!" grinned the darkey.
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