Penruddock left on her hands, and she wore them then. Go on. Yes, I know that is the third time I told you that, but there's a strange mystery about it. They were kept in a leather case in an old safe which was open half the time and which I should judge a strong man could open with his fingers even when it was locked. I had to go there for a paper this morning and I looked in at the pearls just to say hello-".
Penruddock has not been that she might leave you that necklace," I said stiffly. I swallowed hard and stared at her. They were real enough then. The fact is Mrs. Penruddock sold them and had imitations made. One of her old friends, Mr. Lansing Gallemore of the Gallemore Jewelry Company, handled it all for her very quietly, because of course she didn't want anyone to know. And that is why the police have not been called in. You will find them for her, won't you, Walter? Penruddock died suddenly without making any provision for all these people he had been supporting.
Then the depression came, and there was hardly any money at all. Only just enough to carry on the household and pay the servants, all of whom have been with Mrs. Penruddock so long that she would rather starve than let any of them go. But how the dickens am I going to find them, and what does it matter anyway-if they were false?
And she is terrified somebody will find out they were false, or that the thief will blackmail her, when he finds out they were false. You see, darling, I know who stole them. I said, "Huh? He left suddenly the day before yesterday, for no reason at all. Nobody ever leaves Mrs.
Her last chauffeur was a very old man and he died. But Henry Eichelberger left without a word and I'm sure he had stolen the pearls. He tried to kiss me once, Walter. Where is this big slab of meat, darling? Have you any idea at all? It seems hardly likely he would be hanging around on the street corner for me to punch his nose for him. Ellen lowered her long silky eyelashes at me-and when she does that I go limp as a scrubwoman's back hair.
He must have known the pearls were false and that he was safe enough to blackmail Mrs. I called up the agency he came from and he has been back there and registered again for employment. But they said it was against their rules to give his address. The servants are beyond suspicion and the house is locked up as tight as an icebox every night and there were no signs of anybody having broken in.
Besides Henry Eichelberger knew where the pearls were kept, because he saw me putting them away after the last time she wore them-which was when she had two very dear friends in to dinner on the occasion of the anniversary of Mr. Penruddock's death. Where is it? I do hope he hasn't already found out they are false and thrown them in the ocean. She took hold of my sleeve. I don't mind a little fighting because it is manly. But you mustn't cause a disturbance that would bring the police in, you know.
And although you are very big and strong and played right tackle at college, you are a little weak about one thing. Will you promise me not to drink any whiskey? The odor of the anteroom, in which I was compelled to wait for a short time, was not at all pleasant. The agency was presided over by a hard-faced middle-aged woman who said that Henry Eichelberger was registered with them for employment as a chauffeur, and that she could arrange to have him call upon me, or could bring him there to the office for an interview. But when I placed a ten-dollar bill on her desk and indicated that it was merely an earnest of good faith, without prejudice to any commission which might become due to her agency, she relented and gave me his address, which was out west on Santa Monica Boulevard, near the part of the city which used to be called Sherman.
I drove out there without delay, for fear that Henry Eichelberger might telephone in and be informed that I was coming. The address proved to be a seedy hotel, conveniently close to the interurban car tracks and having its entrance adjoining a Chinese laundry. The hotel was upstairs, the steps being covered-in places-with strips of decayed rubber matting to which were screwed irregular fragments of unpolished brass.
The smell of the Chinese laundry ceased about halfway up the stairs and was replaced by a smell of kerosene, cigar butts, slept-in air and greasy paper bags. There was a register at the head of the stairs on a wooden shelf. The last entry was in pencil, three weeks previous as to date, and had been written by someone with a very unsteady hand. I deduced from this that the management was not over-particular.
I rang the bell and waited. Presently a door opened down the hall and feet shuffled towards me without haste. A man appeared wearing frayed leather slippers and trousers of a nameless color, which had the two top buttons unlatched to permit more freedom to the suburbs of his extensive stomach.
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He also wore red suspenders, his shirt was darkened under the arms, and elsewhere, and his face badly needed a thorough laundering and trimming. I said: "I am not looking for a room. I am looking for one Eichelberger, who, I am informed lives here, but who, I observe, has not registered in your book.
And this, as of course you know, is contrary to the law. His small eyes disappeared in folds of yellow fat. Follow on. We went into the gloomy depths of the back hall and came to a wooden door at the end with a closed wooden transom above it. The fat man smote the door with a fat hand. Nothing happened. This angered me. He was a fair-sized man, about six feet tall, but too full of the memories of beer.
I looked up and down the dark hall. The place seemed utterly deserted. He sat down on the floor and belched and his right kneecap came into sharp contact with his jaw. He coughed and tears welled up in his eyes. I took two dollars out of my pocket and helped the man to his feet. He folded the two dollars and produced an ordinary passkey which I could have purchased for five cents. Most big guys are muscle-bound. If there is any damage, it will be paid for generously. He nodded and I went into the room. He locked the door behind me and his steps receded.
There was silence. The room was small, mean and tawdry. It contained a brown chest of drawers with a small mirror hanging over it, a straight wooden chair, a wooden rocking chair, a single bed of chipped enamel, with a much mended cottoncounterpane. The curtains at the single window had fly marks on them and the green shade was without a slat at the bottom.
There was a wash bowl in the corner with two paper-thin towels hanging beside it. There was, of course, no bathroom, and there was no closet. A piece of dark figured material hanging from a shelf made a substitute for the latter. Behind this I found a gray business suit of the largest size made, which would be my size, if I wore ready-made clothes, which I do not.
There was a pair of black brogues on the floor, size number twelve at least. There was also a cheap fiber suitcase, which of course I searched, as it was not locked. I also searched the bureau and was surprised to find that everything in it was neat and clean and decent. But there was not much in it.
Particularly there were no pearls in it. I searched in all other likely and unlikely places in the room but I found nothing of interest. I sat on the side of the bed and lit a cigarette and waited.
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It was now apparent to me that Henry Eichelberger was either a very great fool or entirely innocent. The room and the open trail he had left behind him did not suggest a man dealing in operations like stealing pearl necklaces. I had smoked four cigarettes, more than I usually smoke in an entire day, when approaching steps sounded. They were light quick steps but not at all clandestine. A key was thrust into the door and turned and the door swung carelessly open. A man stepped through it and looked at me.
I am six feet three inches in height and weigh over two hundred pounds. This man was tall, but he seemed lighter. He wore a blue serge suit of the kind which is called neat for lack of anything better to say about it. He had thick wiry blond hair, a neck like a Prussian corporal in a cartoon, very wide shoulders and large hard hands, and he had a face that had taken much battering in its time.
His small greenish eyes glinted at me with what I then took to be evil humor. I saw at once that he was not a man to trifle with, but I was not afraid of him. I was his equal in size and strength, and, I had small doubt, his superior in intelligence. Are you he? A comedian. Wait'll I loosen my belt. I ignored t hat. He took another step towards me and I another towards him. I led sharply with my right and it landed flush on his chin.
It seemed to me a good solid punch, but it scarcely moved him. I then put two hard left jabs into his neck and landed a second hard right at the side of his rather wide nose. He snorted and hit me in the solar plexus. I bent over and took hold of the room with both hands and spun it. When I had it nicely spinning I gave it a full swing and hit myself on the back of the head with the floor. This made me lose my balance temporarily and while I was thinking about how to regain it a wet towel began to slap at my face and I opened my eyes. The face of Henry Eichelberger was close to mine and bore a certain appearance of solicitude.
A door opened and closed. I lay motionless and tried to avoid being sick at my stomach. The time passed slowly, in a long gray veil. Then the door of the room opened and closed once more and a moment later something hard was being pressed against my lips. I opened my mouth and liquor poured down my throat. I coughed, but the fiery liquid coursed through my veins and strengthened me at once. I sat up. I got to my feet and stood before him. He stared at me curiously. He shook his head and his eyes seemed annoyed.
I delivered three more punches to his face and jaw while he was still shaking his head. I dodged the corner of the bed, but in doing so I moved a little too quickly and lost my balance and pushed my head about four inches into the baseboard under the window. You got two strikes and no balls on you. Maybe you oughta try a lighter bat. Then I climbed to my feet again. The bed, to my astonishment, had not moved. I sat down on it and Henry Eichelberger sat down beside me and patted my shoulder.
Is that all is worrying at you? He poured himself half a waterglassful of the whiskey out of the pint bottle which he had gone out to buy. He swallowed the liquor thoughtfully. I promised him rather reluctantly. He looked at me from under his shaggy blond eyebrows. Then he looked at the bottle he was holding in his hand. He poured another half-waterglassful of whiskey and handed it to me.
I drank it down without fully realizing what I was doing. When I had stopped coughing Henry took the glass out of my hand and refilled it. He took his own drink moodily. The bottle was now nearly empty. With a map like mine. A guy like me, a guy from the stockyards that played himself a lot of very tough left end at a cow college and left his looks and education on the scoreboard. A guy that has fought everything but whales and freight hogs-engines to you-and licked 'em all, but naturally had to take a sock now and then.
Then I get a job where I see this lovely all the time and every day and know it's no dice. What would you do, pal? Me, I just quit the job. He shook hands with me listlessly. When I start drinking it's a world cruise. You got plenty dough? I have a very nice apartment on Franklin Avenue in Hollywood and while I cast no aspersions on your own humble and of course quite temporary abode, I now suggest we repair to my apartment, which is a good deal larger and gives one more room to extend one's elbow. You must not mind my way of talking which is a personal matter, like your own clipped and concise method of speech.
But before we depart there is one other rather insignificant detail I wish to discuss with you. I am empowered to arrange for the return of Mrs. Penruddock's pearls. I understand there is some possibility that you may have stolen them. The pearls are only false pearls, so we should very easily be able to come to an agreement. I mean you no ill will, Henry, and I am obliged to you for procuring the whiskey, but business is business. Will you take fifty dollars and return the pearls and no questions asked? Henry laughed shortly and mirthlessly, but he seemed to have no animosity in his voice when he said: "So you think I stole some marbles and am sitting around here waiting for a flock of dicks to swarm me?
Pass the liquor, Henry. He poured me most of what was left in the bottle, and I drank it down with the greatest good humor. I threw the glass at the mirror, but unfortunately missed. The glass, which was of heavy and cheap construction, fell on the floor and did not break. Henry Eichelberger laughed heartily. He laughed again, a little gloomily. I oughta sock you, but what the hell? Any guy can get a bum idea. No, I didn't steal no pearls, bud. If they was ringers, I wouldn't be bothered, and if they was what they looked like the one time I saw them on the old lady's neck, I wouldn't decidedly be holed up in no cheap flot in L.
We shall now go to my apartment and consider ways and means to recover these pearls. You and I together should make a team that can conquer any opposition, Henry. I stood up and put my hat on-upside down. I am making you an offer of employment which I understand you need, and all the whiskey you can drink. Let us go. Can you drive a car in your condition? We left the room and walked down the dark hallway. The fat manager very suddenly appeared from some nebulous shade and stood in front of us rubbing his stomach and looking at me with small greedy expectant eyes.
He chucked the fat man under the Adam's apple, and removed the dollar bill deftly from between his fingers. We went down the stairs arm in arm, leaving the manager trying to cough the toothpick up from his esophagus. At five o'clock that afternoon I awoke from slumber and found that I was lying on my bed in my apartment in the Chateau Moraine, on Franklin Avenue near Ivar Street, in Hollywood.
I turned my head, which ached, and saw that Henry Eichelberger was lying beside me in his undershirt and trousers. I then perceived that I also was as lightly attired. On the table near by there stood an almost full bottle of Old Pantation rye whiskey, the full quart size, and on the floor lay an entirely empty bottle of the same excellent brand. There were garments lying here and there on the floor, and a cigarette had burned a hole in the brocaded arm of one of my easy chairs.
I felt myself over carefully. My stomach was stiff and sore and my jaw seemed a little swollen on one side. Otherwise I was none the worse for wear.
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A sharp pain darted through my temples as I stood up off the bed, but I ignored it and walked steadily to the bottle on the table and raised it to my lips. After a steady draught of the fiery liquid I suddenly felt much better. A hearty and cheerful mood came over me and I was ready for any adventure. I went back to the bed and shook Henry firmly by the shoulder. The robins are calling and the squirrels are scolding and the morning glories furl themselves in sleep. Like all men of action Henry Eichelberger came awake with his fist doubled. Hi, Walter. How you feel? I never drink solo.
You O. He rubbed his stomach with the flat of his hand. His green eyes shone peacefully. You got a nice little place here, Walter. Geez, a white typewriter and a white telephone. What's the matter, kid-you just been confirmed? Henry went over and looked at the typewriter and the telephone side by side on my writing desk, and the silver-mounted desk set, each piece chased with my initials. With a man like you to help me I think it can be put into practice. I feel that we must, as they say, tap the grapevine. When a string of pearls is stolen, all the underworld knows it at once.
Pearls are hard to sell, Henry, inasmuch as they cannot be cut and can be identified by experts, I have read. The underworld will be seething with activity. It should not be too difficult for us to find someone who would send a message to the proper quarter that we are willing to pay a reasonable sum for their return.
Henry drank some whiskey, appeared to enjoy the flavor of it and drank some more. He waved the bottle at me politely. K-as far as it goes," he said. Or am I screwy? And the fence gives him the belly laugh. I would say something like that could get around the poolrooms and start a little idle chatter. So far, so nutty. But this box man is going to dump them beads in a hurry, because he has a three-to-ten on him even if they are only worth a nickel plus sales tax. Breaking and entering is the rap, Walter.
If this thief is very stupid, it will not, of course, have much weight. But if he is even moderately intelligent, it will. Penruddock is a very proud woman and lives in a very exclusive section of the city. If it should become known that she wore imitation pearls, and above all, if it should be even hinted in the public press that these were the very pearls her own husband had given her for her golden wedding present-well, I am sure you see the point, Henry.
Then he lifted his right thumb and bit it thoughtfully. He looked at the windows, at the corner of the room, at the floor. He looked at me from the corners of his eyes. But crooks don't mix their rackets much. Still, the guy might pass the word along. There's a chance, Walter. I wouldn't care to hock my gold fillings to buy me a piece of it, but there's a chance.
How much you figure to put out? Henry shook his head and patronized the bottle. The guy wouldn't uncover hisself for that kind of money. Wouldn't be worth the chance he takes. He'd dump the marbles and keep his nose clean. And we're getting low on liquor. Maybe I better put my shoes on and run out, huh? At that very moment, as if in answer to my unspoken prayer, a soft dull thump sounded on the door of my apartment.
I opened it and picked up the final edition of the evening paper. I closed the door again and carried the paper back across the room, opening it up as I went. I touched it with my right forefinger and smiled confidently at Henry Eichelberger. I will wager you a full quart of Old Plantation that the answer will be on the crime page of this paper. I'll fade you. I opened the paper to page three with some trepidation, for, although I had already seen the item I was looking for in an early edition of the paper while waiting in Ada Twomey's Domestic Employment Agency, I was not certain it would appear intact in the later editions.
But my faith was rewarded. It had not been removed, but appeared midway of column three exactly as before. Acting on an anonymous tip police late last night picked up Louis C. Lou Gandesi, proprietor of a well-known Spring Street tavern, and quizzed him intensively concerning the recent wave of dinnerparty hold-ups in an exclusive western section of this city, hold-ups during which, it is alleged, more than two hundred thousand dollars' worth of valuable jewels have been torn at gun's point from women guests in fashionable homes. Gandesi was released at a late hour and refused to make any statement to reporters.
Captain William Norgaard, of the General Robbery Detail, announced himself as satisfied that Gandesi had no connection with the robberies, and that tiw tip was merely an act of personal spite. I took a long drink and returned it to him. Brace this Gandesi and take him through the hoops? Henry snorted contemptuously.
Some fat slob with a phony ruby on his mitt. Lead me to him. We'll turn the slob inside out and drain his liver. But we're just about fresh out of liquor. All we got is maybe a pint. I think we should now get shaved and dressed, and I further think that we should wear dinner clothes. I have an extra suit which will fit you admirably, as we are almost exactly the same size. It is certainly a remarkable omen that two such large men should be associated in the same enterprise. Evening clothes impress these low characters, Henry.
This Gandesi will be scared enough to swallow his necktie. We decided to do as I had suggested and I laid out clothes for Henry, and while he was bathing and shaving I telephoned to Ellen Macintosh. Henry and I are just about to put it into execution. Have you forgotten him so soon? Henry and I are warm friends and we-". She interrupted me coldly. She sniffed sharply. I could hear the sound distinctly over the telephone. That ape? I'm sure you're drinking terribly. I don't ever want to speak to you again. I sat down in a chair with a bottle of Old Plantation in my hand wondering what I had said that could be construed as offensive or indiscreet.
As I was unable to think of anything, I consoled myself with the bottle until Henry came out of the bathroom looking extremely personable in one of my pleated shirts and a wing collar and black bow tie. It was dark when we left the apartment and I, at least, was full of hope and confidence, although a little depressed by the way Ellen Macintosh had spoken to me over the telephone. Gandesi's establishment was not difficult to find, inasmuch as the first taxicab driver Henry yelled at on Spring Street directed us to it. It was called the Blue Lagoon and its interior was bathed in an unpleasant blue light.
Henry and I entered it steadily, since we had consumed a partly solid meal at Mandy's Caribbean Grotto before starting out to find Mr. Henry looked almost handsome in my second-best dinner suit, with a fringed white scarf hanging over his shoulder, a lightweight black felt hat on the back of his head which was only a little larger than mine , and a bottle of whiskey in each of the side pockets of the summer overcoat he was wearing. The bar of the Blue Lagoon was crowded, but Henry and I went on back to the small dim dining room behind it. A man in a dirty dinner suit came up to us and Henry asked him for Gandesi, and he pointed out a fat man who sat alone at a small table in the far corner of the room.
We went that way. The man sat with a small glass of red wine in front of him and slowly twisted a large green stone on his finger. He did not look up. There were no other chairs at the table, so Henry leaned on it with both elbows. The man did not look up even then. He moved his thick black eyebrows together and said in an absent voice: "Si. Gandesi looked up now and there was extreme boredom in his flat black almond-shaped eyes. The man at the table crooked his finger quietly and a very large waiter appeared at his side. The waiter took hold of Henry's shoulder. Henry reached up carelessly and took hold of the waiter's hand and twisted it.
The waiter's face in that bluish light turned some color I could not describe, but which was not at all healthy. He let out a low moan. Henry dropped the hand and said to me: "Put a C-note on the table. I took my wallet out and extracted from it one of the two hundred-dollar bills I had taken the precaution to obtain from the cashier at the Chateau Moraine. Gandesi stared at the bill and made a gesture to the large waiter, who went away rubbing his hand and holding it tight against his chest.
Then he put both hands on the table and pushed himself heavily to his feet. He started to waddle away without looking at us. Henry and I followed him among the crowded tables to the far side of the dining room and through a door in the wainscoting and then down a narrow dim hallway. At the end of this Gandesi opened a door into a lighted room and stood holding it for us, with a grave smile on his olive face. I went in first. As Henry passed in front of Gandesi into the room the latter, with surprising agility, took a small shiny black leather club from his clothes and hit Henry on the head with it very hard.
Henry sprawled forward on his hands and knees. Gandesi shut the door of the room very quickly for a man of his build and leaned against it with the small club in his left hand. Now, very suddenly, in his right hand appeared a short but heavy black revolver. Exactly what happened then I did not see clearly. Henry was at one instant on his hands and knees with his back to Gandesi.
In the next, or possibly even in the same instant, something swirled like a big fish in water and Gandesi grunted. I then saw that Henry's hard blond head was buried in Gandesi's stomach and that Henry's large hands held both of Gandesi's hairy wrists. Then Henry straightened his body to its full height and Gandesi was high up in the air balanced on top of Henry's head, his mouth strained wide open and his face a dark purple color. Then Henry shook himself, as it seemed, quite lightly, and Gandesi landed on his back on the floor with a terrible thud and lay gasping.
Then a key turned in the door and Henry stood with his back to it, holding both the club and the revolver in his left hand, and solicitously feeling the pockets which contained our supply of whiskey. All this happened with such rapidity that I leaned against the side wall and felt a little sick at my stomach. Gandesi rolled over and got to his feet very slowly and painfully and stood swaying and passing his hand up and down his face.
His clothes were covered with dust. He mopped his face and neck and felt himself in various places. A lady living in Carondelet Park lost a forty-nine bead pearl necklace a couple of days back. A box job, but a pushover. Our outfit's carrying a little insurance on those marbles. And I'll take that C note. He walked over to Gandesi and Gandesi quickly reached the folded bill from his pocket and handed it to him. Henry gave me the bill and I put it back in my wallet. Gandesi shook his head and then winced. You got me wrong. The slightly toosmall hat was still on the back of his head, although a little crumpled.
Do you think that is quite fair? By this time Gandesi had become a more natural color and was gazing at us steadily. A-" but I interrupted him sharply. Then turning to Gandesi, "Is this Melachrino a person? Gandesi's eyes rounded in surprise. You don't know him, huh?
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Gandesi sighed and turned his thick body in the chair and drew the telephone towards him. He dialed a number with an inky nail and listened. After an interval he said: "Joe? Couple insurance guys tryin' to deal on a Carondelet Park job. No, marbles. You ain't heard a whisper, huh?. Gandesi replaced the phone and swung around in the chair again.
He studied us with sleepy eyes. What insurance outfit you boys work for? I took my wallet out once more and withdrew one of my cards from it. It was an engraved calling card and contained nothing but my name. I showed the card to Henry and then gave it to Gandesi. Gandesi read the card and quietly bit his finger. His face brightened suddenly. Out on the Strip-Eighty-six Fortyfour Sunset or some number like that. He can find out, if any guy can. Straight goods, is it, Gandesi? About this Jack Lawler? Gandesi nodded vigorously. Jack Lawler got a finger in everything high class that's touched.
But he ain't easy to see. Henry tossed the black club into the corner of the room and broke open the breech of the revolver he had been holding all this time in his left hand. He ejected the shells and then bent down and slid the gun along the floor until it disappeared under the desk. He tossed the cartridges idly in his hand for a moment and then let them spill on the floor. So long, Gandesi," he said coldly.
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He opened the door then and we both went out quickly and left the Blue Lagoon without interference from any of the employees. My car was parked a short distance away down the block. We entered it and Henry leaned his arms on the wheel and stared moodily through the windshield. Gandesi told us a cock-and-bull story merely to get rid of us. Furthermore I do not believe he thought we were insurance agents. I oughta go back there and pull his arms and legs off. The hell with the fat slob. I now suggest that we return to my apartment and try to think of something else.
He stopped at the intersection, although no traffic signal was in operation at the time; and raised a bottle of whiskey to his lips. He was in the act of drinking when a car came up behind us and collided with our car, but not very severely. Henry choked and lowered his bottle, spilling some of the liquor on his garments. Whoever it was in the car behind us blew a horn with some insistence, inasmuch as our car had not yet moved forward. Henry wrenched the door open and got out and went back. I heard voices of considerable loudness, the louder being Henry's voice. He came back after a moment and got into the car and drove on.
My father and mother were both severe purists in the New England tradition, and the vernacular has never come naturally to my lips, even while I was in college. Henry made an attempt to digest this remark, but I could see that it lay somewhat heavily on his stomach. We talked for a time concerning Gandesi and the doubtful quality of his advice, and thus passed perhaps half an hour.
Then rather suddenly the white telephone on my desk began to ring. I hurried over to it, hoping that it was Ellen Macintosh and that she had recovered from her ill humor. But it proved to be a male voice and a strange one to me. It spoke crisply, with an unpleasant metallic quality of tone. I held the phone very tightly and turned my body and made grimaces to Henry over the top of the instrument. But he was moodily pouring himself another large portion of Old Plantation.
The voice broke in on me rudely. Five grand. Just hold up the hand and count the fingers. No more, no less. Think it over. I'll call you later. The phone clicked dryly and I replaced the instrument shakily in its cradle. I was trembling. I walked back to my chair and sat down and wiped my face with my handkerchief. Henry put his empty glass down on the floor.
It was the first time that I had ever seen him put an empty glass down and leave it empty. He stared at me closely with his tight unblinking green eyes. A man just called me on the telephone and asked me if I was in the market for pearls. That seems beyond reasonable explanation. The guy's nuts. They cost two C's, you said. Bugs completely is what the guy is. Five grand? Why, for five grand I could buy me enough phony pearls to cover an elephant's caboose. I could see that Henry seemed puzzled. He refilled our glasses silently and we stared at each other over them.
It is true that Ellen Macintosh spoke to me in confidence, and as she did not have Mrs. Penruddock's express permission to tell me about the pearls, I suppose I should respect that confidence. But Ellen is now angry with me and does not wish to speak to me, for the reason that I am drinking whiskey in considerable quantities, although my speech and brain are still reasonably clear.
This last is a very strange development and I think, in spite of everything, some close friend of the family should be consulted. Preferably of course, a man, someone of large business experience, and in addition to that a man who understands about jewels. There is such a man, Henry, and tomorrow morning I shall call upon him,". Who is this guy? He is a very old friend of Mrs. David Burr - Lois - Martha - Mary - J Elmer Preston Clark - Glendon - She was called May. Her father was a stone cutter. George, and Manti Temple.
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They arrived in Woodruff, December 12, May's uncle, James Clark Owens, welcomed them. Tra veled to Pinedale to visit her brother and sister, Medora Gardner. They then returned to Woodruff in the spring and built a home. On February 28, , her first son Samuel Silas was born. May then had a severe sick spell which affected her memory and it was never very good after that time.
Five more children were born in Woodruff. Many babies, during these years, died becasue of measles, whooping cough, croup, and grippe. Life was very hard and discouraging here. There was no way to make a living except through homegrown produce, fruit, chickens, eggs, etc. Edward then had to haul it by wagon to the railroad station Holbrook to peddle the produce. The trip was many miles of rough roads, crossing a river, quick sand, and wind. It was considered a dangerous trip. May did have the joy and help of her parents living in Woodruff. In the spring of , the family decided to homestead a farm in Pinetop.
It was a beautiful mountain location, in the pine forest. Six children were born in this home. May bore six childrne one twin was still born while they lived in Pinetop. In , land was being developed in Mexico. Edward went down early to Col. Morelos and found a place to farm. He then had a freighter bring May and their eight children, under sixteen years o age, to Naco, Arizona, a border town, where Edward met the family.
Their first home was a tent.
They make adobes and had a home with dirt floor and dirt roof. Three children were born here and every thing was going good until in a flood came down the Bavispe River and washed farm, cattle, and part of home awy. Edward and married son Sam and Estella decided to move back to the states. They took the post laundry job at Fort Apache, Arizona. Mary Ellen's 17th child was born here. The story is told that Edward would go into town Show Low and buy one bolt of cloth. It was used for shirts, dresses, and diapers. Same color material for everyone.
Edward always grew a nice garden for May. The two families moved back to a new colony San Jose, Sonora being formed in Mexico. Starting from scratch again, land to clear, garden, fields to plant, and adobe's to make for a home after living in the wagon bed. Ater four years of hard work the Mexican revolution started and they had to flee for Douglas, Arizona Exodus of , leaving everything behind. The U. The Gov't installed one or two water hydrants, outdoor toilets, and narrow streets with no water sprinkling.
Dust was soon 12 inches dep and lots of wind.