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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, August 16, 1912, Image 19

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I'll wait a day or two more," he
finally told himself, and then that
night something happened that
made him take a new grip on the
case, for the safe was again
opened and $5,000 stolen.
"Well, of all things!" Rodgers
cried, "why didn't you tell me
you were going to leave money in
that old rattle-trap again? I'd
watched and may be found the
man."
"We never thought there was
any danger now," said Mr. Bag
ley slowly. "You know that say
ing about lightning."
"We don't depend on sayings
in my business," Rodgers snap
ped, and once more bent himself
to the task, but he was baffled on
every side, and probably the case
would have remained one of the
unsolved mysteries if" a very
simple incident had not thrown a
very vivid light upon the theft.
Mrs, Bagley decided to clean
house. She was an old-fashioned
housekeeper, who, in spite of her
husband's wealth, loved to look
after matters her"self and thor
oughly enjoyed turning the house
upside down in a grand cleaning
fest. Nothing was neglected.
Every corner and closet was ex
plored and emptied, and when she
finished her house was shining
from top to bottom, an.d she was
a fit subject for a sanitarium, but
very happy in the knowledge
that once more she had worsted
her enemies, dirt and moths.
Mr. Bagley spent as little time
at home during these upheavals
as he could help, and managed to
have pressing business call him
down an hour earlier and detain
him untH all had left. However,
this did not disturb Mrs. Bagley,
who pretended she did not notice,
perhaps she did not, while riding
her hobby, and therefore he was
Very much surprised to have her
call him up on the third afternoon
of her latest efforts. That she was
disturbed the trembling condition
of her voice betrayed, but she
would not explain. She only
begged him to come irght home
and bring the detective with him,
and so Mr. Bagley, wondering,
with visions of some dire acci
dent, called up the garage and or
dered his machine at three in
stead of seven, as he had intend
ed, and took the detective with
him to his large and, when hoqse
cleaning was not in progress,
very comfortable home. Mrs.
Bagley' herself opened the door,
but not the sedate, smiling and
Well-dressed Mrs. Bagley that the
detective had formerly seen, but
an overplump, rather shapeless
person in a calico dress and mop'
cap, who might have been her
own washwoman. She was sim
ply Mrs. Bagley in her house
cleaning raiment, but Mr. Bagley
knew immediately that some
thing serious had happened for
his wife to. permit a stranger to
view her before she had passed
through the hand's of her maid.
"What is it, my dear?" Mr.
Bagley asked in some anxiejy.
Mrs. Bagley's face was very
pale, but ,she-spoke with compos
ure. "Come upstairs, I have
something to show you both," she
said, and the two men followed

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