aroused Alice she would suppose rightly that it was I, and would certainly speak; the fellow would hear her and bolt, with the silver. I dared not risk it. Instead, I went through the library into a little room where my telephone is located. Closing both doors behind me, and putting my hand on the bell to muffle the sound, I rang up Central.
"What is it?" came the answer.
"Give me the Sixth Precinct quickly," I whispered.
I waited an interminable time as it seemed to me, then the same voice said:
"Can't get them; the wire's out of order."
My heart sank within me; but I stated the circumstances as briefly as possible to the operator, requesting that he send word to the police. I knew that there was nothing left for me to do but keep the fellow occupied until the officers arrived, but I had small hope of succeeding. Stealing back to the dining-room, I was bewildered to find that the burglar had vanished; but there on the floor lay the bag of silver. Presently, however, I heard him in the pantry, and a moment later he appeared in the doorway with a piece of pie in his hand.
"Where do they keep the liquor?" he grumbled; then, seeing my hands empty, he inquired:
"What luck hup-stairs? "
I shook my head. "Nothing there worth taking."
His brows knitted in away that expressed plainly that he doubted me. "I"
"Hist!" I interrupted. "What's that?"
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"IT REQUIRED ONLY A FEW WORDS FROM HER TO CONVINCE THE OFFICERS OF MY IDENTITY."
There was certainly a noise outside.
My surprise was genuine, for it did not seem possible that my summons could have been answered so quickly.
The burglar sprang forward and turned out the light, at the same time making a grab for the silver. I was there before him, however, and, bag in hand, made a rush for the hall, threw open the front door, only to find myself seized instantly by two officers of the law.
"What's your hurry?" coolly remarked one of them, snapping a pair of handcuffs on my wrists.
"I'm not the one," I gasped; "he's in the dining-room."
"You'll do," replied the man; "better give over that bag; you won't need it."
"I am the proprietor of this house, and this is my own silver," I protested indignantly. "For heaven's sake, go quick and capture that ruffian in the dining-room."
"Come, we know you, and we don't want any of your old tricks; you can tell us those fairy tales later," said the first officer, going through my pockets with professional ease.
