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Staggering though the loss must have been to him, he had apparently recovered from the first shock of the discovery and had begun the fight to get back what had been lost. It was, as McLear had intimated, a most amazing burglary, too. The door of Schloss' safe was open when Kennedy and I arrived and found the excited jeweler nervously pacing the office.
La Bruyère, who wrote a whole book without making any transitions, would have passed without effort from the establishment of Pusey, Scott & Co. to the coach-factory of McLear & Kendall. It should be premised that coach-building is another of the very special successes of Wilmington.
"He has had some pretty swell customers. I'll keep you wised up, if anything happens," he added in a burst of graciousness, walking off. On the way to the subway, we paused again to see McLear. "Well," he asked, "what do you think of it, now?" "All most extraordinary," ruminated Craig. "And the queerest feature of all is that the chief loss consists of a diamond necklace that belonged once to Mrs.
We have the authorized signatures on hand of those who are supposed to open the safe and a duplicate of one of them must be given or there is an arrest." McLear considered for a moment. "For instance, Schloss, like all the rest, was assigned a box in which was deposited a sealed envelope containing a key to the office and his own signature, in this case, since he alone knew the combination.
I've been going from one place to another gathering clues and have made good progress, considering I've hardly started. Why what's the matter? Really?" An interval followed, during which McLear left to answer a personal call on another wire. As Kennedy hung up the receiver, his face wore a peculiar look. "It was Mrs. Moulton," he blurted out.
The look of gratitude that came over her face, as she understood the full meaning of it was such as I had never seen before. "Quick!" he repeated. It was too late. "For God's sake, Kennedy," shouted a voice at the street door, "what are you doing here?" It was McLear himself. He had come with the Hale patrol, on his mettle now to take care of the epidemic of robberies.
Under the boxes, each of which bore a number, was a series of drops and buzzers numbered to correspond with the boxes. "In nearly every office in Maiden Lane where gems and valuable jewelry are stored," explained McLear, "this electrical system of ours is installed.
"You see," continued McLear, glad to be able to talk to one who followed him so closely, "it is another evidence of science finding for us greater security in the use of a tiny electric wire than in massive walls of steel and intricate lock devices. But here is a case in which, it seems, every known protection has failed. We can't afford to pass that by.
Antoinette Moulton." "Mrs. Lynn Moulton?" repeated McLear. "The same," assured Kennedy. McLear appeared somewhat puzzled. "Her husband is one of our old subscribers," he pursued. "He is a lawyer on Wall Street and quite a gem collector. Last night his safe was tampered with, but this morning he reports no loss.
McLear was a stocky man, of powerful build and voice and a general appearance of having been once well connected with the city detective force before an attractive offer had taken him into this position of great responsibility.
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