<h2><SPAN name="CHAPTER_XVIII" id="CHAPTER_XVIII"></SPAN>CHAPTER XVIII.</h2>
<h2>'IF YOU'LL FIND ONE, I'LL FIND THE OTHER.'</h2>
<p>It was through the boy Bill that we learned finally how the brunette
and her companions made their escape from Wooded Island after the
attack upon the guard.</p>
<p>I found the lad waiting upon my return from Washington Avenue, and
full of the excitement of his story.</p>
<p>He had struck upon her trail not long after she had parted from the
guard, it would seem. He had been watching upon Midway Plaisance until
thoroughly weary, when he caught sight of her going east, and followed
her to the Turkish bazaar as before. This time she did not retire
behind the curtains, much to his relief, but she spoke a few words to
the 'tired-looking woman' behind the bedecked sales-table, and then
left as she came, going straight to the entrance upon Midway which
opened upon Madison Avenue, as on a former occasion, and from thence,
as before, past Miss Jenrys' rooms, and so to her own at the café.</p>
<p>Here, again, Bill was obliged to loiter three long hours, and then a
woman passed him so close that her face was distinctly visible, and
entered the place. He recognised her at once as the woman of the
'tired' face, though she was now dressed quite smartly and with no
remnant of the<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_167" id="Page_167">[167]</SPAN></span> Oriental in her costume. This I gathered from his
description of her attire, which, while it failed to give things their
proper names as set down in the books of fashion, was sufficiently
vivid, and enabled me to easily recognise the person who had aided the
little brunette by impersonating Miss Jenrys the night before. She had
entered the café and disappeared again through a side-door, to return,
before long, in company with the brunette. They had then partaken of a
hearty meal at one of the café tables, and had entered the Fair
grounds at dusk.</p>
<p>'I didn't have no trouble a-trackin' 'em, though I had been dreadin' a
reg'lar bo-peep dance, seein' how late 'twas gettin'. But they jest
sa-auntered along, quite slow, only I noticed they was always careful
not to git into no strong lights; they kept on the shady side of
things, 'specially the tallest one with the big cow-boy hat. So I jest
monkeyed round till I see 'em start to go round the 'Lectricity
B'ildin'. Then I jest slipped over between the 'Lectric an' Mines, ye
know, and come ahead of 'em jest as they turned to'rds the bridges. I
tell ye,' he declared with enthusiasm in a bad cause, they couldn't
'a' struck a better place 'an that there second bridge! First, there's
the t'other bridge, and that little island on one side, and most
everybody goin' round the Mines on t'other side, 'cause 'twas best
lighted; then there was them little bushy islands, an' all that lagoon
on the west of 'em; an' on the east not a speck of light, 'cept a few
clean acrost to the Lib'ral Arts shop, and most all them little lamps
on the island gone out. I tell ye, Mr. Masters, I felt sort o' glad
when I seen ye come acrost an' hide in the bushes.'</p>
<p>'Oh, you saw me, did you?' I said, to hasten him on.</p>
<p>'I should say! I was a-layin' flat 'longside of them little shrubs on
the other side the path, right where you turned off.'</p>
<p>'Well, go on, Bill.'</p>
<p>'Wal, sir, I was so busy watchin' them women that I<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_168" id="Page_168">[168]</SPAN></span> didn't notice
nothin' else 'cept you an' the guard—of course I thought he was
tendin' to his biz. When they stopped to talk on the bridge, I begun
to crawl along closte to the bridge, an' then—you know how it was all
comin' so suddin? When I see the feller go over, an' seen you start
to'rds the water, I jest took after the others. Well, sir, 'twas too
slick the way they managed. Right alongside them willers there was one
o' them little skiffs that's stuck round the island for show, or one
jest like 'em. It lay jest where that little woody strip 'ud come
right 'tween the island and the other side, an' 'twas all dark there.
Wal, they all run that way crost the grass, an' me after 'em, close as
'twas safe to git. Two of 'em, the tall woman an' one of the men, got
into the skiff, an' the other two struck off north, keepin' on the
grass an' under the shade. I follered after 'em; they went pretty
fast, too, till they come most to them Hoodoo tea-shops, you know; we
hadn't met a soul so far, but it was lighter there, and I see there
was a guard comin' to'rds 'em, an' what d' ye s'pose they did?'</p>
<p>'Oh, go on, Billy!'</p>
<p>'Wal, I had got pretty closte, and I seen them whisperin' together,
an' then it seemed to me that they wasn't so far away as they had been
a minit before. Then flash came a fizz match, an' sure enough there
they was, facin' to'rds me, an' the very way they'd come, an' holdin'
the match to the ground. Jest then the guard come up, an' they told
him they or she had dropped their purse, an' she was lookin' for it;
an' when he asked when, she said, "Oh, an hour ago," when they walked
across the island to see the Hor—horty——'</p>
<p>'Horticultural?'</p>
<p>'—'Tyculchural place lighted; an' the guard said he feared they
wouldn't find it, an' went on, tellin' them they'd better hurry out;
an' then he went back the way they'd come, crost the bridge an' all,
an' every little way they'd light a match, an' course I got so close I
heard her say, "It<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_169" id="Page_169">[169]</SPAN></span> must 'a' been when I fell down." I thought
somebody got a fall when they run from the bridge down into the
bushes.'</p>
<p>'Well, did you find where they went?'</p>
<p>'Drat the luck! No! I'd follered them out Midway, and was jest a
little ways behind, when a couple o' guards stopped me, and afore I'd
got out of their grip the two of 'em was out of sight.'</p>
<p>I was not surprised to hear this. I was quite convinced that the gang
had in some manner secured a safe and secret lurking-place in the
Plaisance. Still, somehow, I had hoped for something more from Billy's
report, and felt somewhat disappointed. But I had yet to learn its
true value.</p>
<p>During my absence there had come a message from the bureau asking our
presence there. It was the Lausch robbery that 'required our
presence,' so the message read, and Dave had returned an answer
promising our presence at the earliest moment of leisure.</p>
<p>We did not feel so deeply interested in the Lausch robbery then as in
some other matters, but when we had dismissed our boy shadower we went
at once to the bureau.</p>
<p>There was considerable excitement at the office, and with good reason.
Some of Monsieur Lausch's jewels had been returned, and in a most
novel manner.</p>
<p>Early in the morning a guard had appeared with the treasure in his
hand, and a singular story upon his lips.</p>
<p>Last night, he had said, while crossing the north-east end of the
Wooded Island, at quite a late hour, he had encountered a man and
woman searching for a lost purse. They were quite certain it had been
lost on the island, and he being then on duty and 'unable to delay,'
told them that he would search for it next day, and passed on. Early
in the morning he had entered upon the search at the place where he
had met the two, and, finding no trace of the lost purse, had turned
his search into a stroll about the island. He was quite familiar with
the place, having done guard duty<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_170" id="Page_170">[170]</SPAN></span> there, and going close to the
water's edge, at a point where a favourite view was to be had, he
observed that one of the skiffs that were moored here and there about
the island was gone. Going closer, he saw that it had been roughly
torn from its moorings, and the soft soil showed that several people
had left traces of their presence. It was in stooping closer, to look
at these footprints, that he had noticed a bit of string trailing
across the grass just beyond; and taking hold of this, he found a
weight upon it, which proved to be a little chamois-skin bag
containing some uncut gems. He had at once reported this find to his
superior officer, being an honest guard, and was ordered to come with
it to the bureau.</p>
<p>There was no room for doubt or mistake. The chamois bag contained a
portion of the jewels stolen from the pavilion of Monsieur Lausch.
There were some half-dozen of the dew-drop sparklers taken with the
silver-leaf tray, one large topaz and two of the smaller ones, and
there were also two solitaire rings which were not of the Lausch
collection.</p>
<p>The bag containing these had been securely tied to a stout cord,
nearly a yard in length, and fastened, doubtless, about the body of
some person so securely that the double sailor-knot remained—a very
hard knot indeed; but, alas for human calculations! something, it was
evident, having a fine keen edge, had come in contact with this cord,
and had cut it smoothly in two.</p>
<p>As Dave Brainerd and I saw these things, the same thought entered both
our minds, and we exchanged one swift glance of mutual meaning, after
which we stood and heard Monsieur Lausch ejaculate, and wonder, and
question the officers, discuss, and theorize, and prophesy, ourselves
saying little, and eager to be away from this place, that we might
take counsel together concerning this new thing.</p>
<p>Singularly enough, no one seemed to think of connecting<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_171" id="Page_171">[171]</SPAN></span> this find
with the attack upon the guard at the bridge, and, finally, they
decided to advertise the gems, as if they were still in the hands of
the finder, who only awaited a reward to yield them up; and, as little
more could be done, Dave and myself withdrew from the council, where
we had been little more than lookers-on.</p>
<p>As we were taking our leave, the mail was brought in by a messenger,
and we were called back from the outer office to hear a letter read.
It was from an up-town jewellery house—at least, it bore the card of
the house—and it reported that an emerald, 'large, fine, and of great
value,' had been purchased by the head of the firm, under somewhat
suspicious circumstances, and from a woman. Further information and a
description of the woman, the letter stated, might be had by
addressing, or appointing a meeting with, the writer.</p>
<p>And now my interest suddenly awoke, and to such good purpose that I
managed to be chosen as the person to go to the city and interview the
writer, perhaps also the purchaser of the jewel. And this
accomplished, Brainerd and I withdrew in haste.</p>
<p>There was no doubt in our minds, the story told by the guard fitted
too well in Billy's tale to admit of doubt. The bag of stolen jewels
had been lost by the little brunette, and Dave was fully of my mind.</p>
<p>'I can't see how it was done,' he said, as we discussed the matter
later. 'But it's plain enough that she had missed the bag, and that
they were searching for it when the guard came up. Of course she
wouldn't say that she had lost a bag of jewels.'</p>
<p>'Hardly,' I replied. 'As for the how, I can very well see how that
string might have been severed. You know my opinions about this
brunette. A concealed knife may have done the mischief, or one of
those steels that help to give ladies a slender waist, broken perhaps
by the vigorous running, may have cut the string; it would only
require a little<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_172" id="Page_172">[172]</SPAN></span> rubbing to do the thing. I tell you, Dave, it looks
as if we would have a full account to settle with this individual, and
I begin to feel the ground under my feet. I'd like to know who the men
were who threw the guard over the bridge, though.'</p>
<p>'Don't you think Greenback Bob capable of it?'</p>
<p>'Quite.'</p>
<p>'And—Delbras?'</p>
<p>'Capable enough, but—he was not in it.'</p>
<p>'Are you sure, Carl?'</p>
<p>'I mean to be, shortly,' I replied. 'Dave, old man, don't ask me any
questions yet as to how it's to be done, but I believe that before
this World's Fair closes you and I will have gotten Delbras and Bob
out of mischief's way, settled the brunette problem, and thrown light
on the diamond robbery.'</p>
<p>'And how about that lost young Englishman, Sir Carroll Rae, and
missing Gerald Trent?'</p>
<p>I turned and faced him. 'Old man,' I said, 'if you'll find one, I'll
find the other.'</p>
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