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I never dreamed it was like an alarm clock." "Well, it was," said Mr. Kettridge. "I can easily see all the parts, now that I have taken it apart, and the time-setting arrangement is very compact, simple and effective." "You were careful not to scratch yourself on the needle?" asked the colonel quickly. "Oh, yes indeed! I took that out first.
"Well, Kettridge can wait," he murmured, as he carefully put away the watch, thinking, with a sigh of regret, of poor little Chet. The dog was a friendly animal and had made many friends in the hotel. "And so Miss Ratchford to use her maiden name has the diamond cross back again," mused the colonel.
Following some days of strenuous work after Amy Mason had expressed her belief in her lover's innocence in spite of the finding of the electric wires, and had urged the detective to use every endeavor to clear Darcy, the colonel had summoned Mr. Kettridge to hold a sort of autopsy over the Indian watch which was still in possession of the old detective.
Kettridge, and the cut glass and silver gleamed and glistened in the showcases as though the former owner of it all had not been cruelly slain. "Show you her collection of coins? Certainly," agreed Mr. Kettridge, when the colonel told what he wanted. "As I said, I saw them, and particularly the one we picked up last night, in her safe a week or so before she was killed. I was on for a visit.
"Yes, when I tested them with an instrument I secured from an electrician here in town the wires were dead. There was not the slightest current in them. Either they have been changed lately, or some sudden jar or misplacement brought them in contact with a live circuit." "What were the wires for?" asked Mr. Kettridge. "That's what I've been wanting to find out.
I thought maybe I might find something interesting here when I heard about the shock to the old servant, and I didn't miss my guess." There was nothing for the colonel or Mr. Kettridge to say or do, and they remained passive while Carroll took his time looking about.
It was now close to midnight, and the excitement over the accident to Sallie, which had occurred after the closing hour for the store, had subsided, not as much of a crowd having gathered at that time of the evening as would have done earlier. "Well, it happened this way," explained Kettridge. "We're going to have a special sale of a medium-priced line of goods to-morrow.
Darcy was found!" said Mr. Kettridge in a low, intense voice. "Except for the fact that she fell behind the showcase and Mrs. Darcy in front of it, the place is the same!" With a muttered exclamation the colonel got to his feet and also looked out from the private office. "You're right," he admitted. "I wonder if that is a coincidence or something else. I must go to see Darcy."
Lots of them would be glad to pay more. Its catalogue price is a thousand. And now this drunken fool has it! He must Colonel, don't you see what this means?" "Yes, Mr. Kettridge, I can very easily see what it might mean. But King is in no condition now to approach on such a subject.
A number of "men about town," as they liked to be called, were in, and Colonel Ashley was sipping his julep when there entered Mr. Kettridge, the relative of Mrs. Darcy, whose jewelry shop he was managing pending a settlement of her estate. "Good evening, Colonel," he called genially. "Will you join me in a Welsh rabbit?" "Thank you, no.
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