dicating the table where
pens, ink and stationery were always kept. "I am going to look again
among the papers of the private safe to see if there was anything about
books--the Arabian Nights, she said it was."
"Yes, that's her favorite set. But don't worry, my dear. Everything will
come out all right."
And as Viola left him alone in the library, the detective added to
himself:
"I wonder if it will?"
Colonel Ashley wrote a brief, business-like letter to Captain Poland,
addressing it to his summer home at Lakeside, arguing that the yachtsman
would have left some forwarding address.
Then, lighting a cigar, the colonel sat back in a deep, leather
chair--the same one Morocco Kate had sat in and perfumed--and mused.
"There are getting to be too many angles to this," he reflected. "I need
a little help. Guess I'll send for Jack Young. He'll be just the chap
to look after Jean and follow that French dope artist to his new place,
provided he leaves here suddenly. Yes, I need Jack."
And having telephoned a telegram, summoning from New York one of his
most trusted lieutenants, Colonel Ashley refreshed himself by reading a
little in the "Compleat Angler."
Jack Young appeared at Lakeside the next day, well dressed, good
looking, a typical summer man of pleasing address.
"Another diamond cross mystery?" he asked the colonel.
"How is your golf?" was the unexpected answer.
"Oh, I guess I can manage to drive without topping," was the ready
answer. "Have I got to play?"
"It might be well. I'll get you a visitor's card at the Maraposa Club
here, and you can hang around the links and see what you can pick up
besides stray balls. Now I'll tell you the history of the case up to the
present."
And Jack Young, having heard, and having consumed as many cigarettes as
he considered the subject warranted, remarked:
"All right. Get me a bag of clubs, and I'll see what I can do. So you
want me to pay particular attention to this dope fiend?"
"Yes, if he proves to be one, and I think he will. I'll have my hands
full with Blossom, Morocco Kate and some others."
"What about Poland and Bartlett?"
"Well, Harry is still held, but I imagine he'll be released soon, Jack."
"Nothing on him?"
"I wouldn't go so far as to say that. You know my rule. Believe no one
innocent until proved not guilty. I can keep my eye on him. Besides,
he's pretty well anchored."
"You mean by Miss Viola?"
"Yes."
"How about the capt
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