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IT was a night not long ago In January.
The great Carhart country house In Tuxedo Park, New York?moat exclu sive of millionaire colonies In all the world ?streamed with light from every window out into the Winter night as though it were an immense jewel. Miss Marion Renee Carhart, beauty and favorite In the highest ranks of New York's fashionable society, had invited a number of friends out for a carefree week-end party. There were laughter and gay chattering throughout the stately mansion where now her guests were dressing for dinner. Miss Carhart. Just turned twenty one and with many millions left to her by her father, the late Amory Sibley Carhart. stood at the window of her boudoir on the second floor. She looked out over the snow-powdered woods and the frozen lake where all had been skating that afternoon. The moon shone down upon the elaborate Italian gardens, giving them, though now in Winter's grip, a curious loveliness. It all seemed very beautiful to her and she was glad of her decision to live throughout the Winter at Tuxedo Park, in the heart of the Ramapo Mountains, in stead of at her towp house in the big city some twenty-five miies away. Her gaze dropped down to the wide road that skirted the mansion and lost Itself among the forested hills and valleys of the park. It was deserted, except for the figure of a sturdy man in uniform trudging dowr. it. At his side was a serviceable, short barrelled carbine. "There goei one of the guards." she told herself. "If the people who think It is lonely and dangerous out here could see that ihey would know how wrong they were,"' *he thought. "Why, think ol New York City with all its robberies. How much oafer one is here in the Park, with its guarded gates, its walls and wire fences, it? armed patrols and everybody knowinfe everybody else. What chance for any stranger or marauder to enter unchal lenged? Why, this is Just about the last place a burglar could break Into," she fin 'shed her reverie comfortably and turned back Into the room. There she looked at the little white danc ing gown she had chosen to wear for the dinner. "I think I shall pftt on mother's peatl necklace," she told her maid, and slipped over to her bureau. The necklace was a-very beautiful on#. It was worth twenty-five thousand dollars as pearls, but it was worth a great deal mere than that to Misa Carhart, becauae her mother had given it to her Just before ?he died three years ago. She knew Just where to look for It?1t> a corner of a drawer where she had hidden It beneath some lacee. But her fingers searched in vain! Th*? pearls were not there, nor were they any where else in the boudoir or In any of her rooms. Yet Miss Carhart distinctly re mem here*' having put them In the drawer. She knew that she had not taken them out and put ?hem anywhere else. But the pearls were gone! Her guests were a'bove suspicion, of course, and ahe had a conviction that all her servant* were honest. This being so, there could be only one explanation for the disappearance of the gems. Despite the sentinelled gates to Tuxedo Park, despite all the walls and fences and armed patrols, a burglar had gotten Into this most carefully guarded millionaire colony, had stolen the Carhart necklace, and had slipped out of Tuxedo Park as successfully unnoticed as he had crept In! How could he have done It? Fifteen years ago there had been a rob bery in the park, but there was every rea son to suppose that that had been an "in side Job." It had been the first and, until this. It had been the last. Properly to understand how cunning and resourceful the thier must have been, it is necessary to explain how extraordi narily well guarded Tuxedo Park is. It is a citadel of the very richest people of New York, about an hour and a half by automobile from th^ city. Pierre Loril lard, the multl-mllllonaire whose name is associated with the finest horses In Amer ica. was its founder, and descendants of his still live there. Lorillard and a few others wanted a place for all-year-round homes within easy access of New York that still would be absolutely secluded and t In a way "in the wilds." They found such a place In the Ramapos and took over about eight thousand acres of hills, valleys, lakes and streams, mold ing all later into a little paradise. Within Tuxedo Park, as It was chris tened, the millionaires built astonishingly beautiful and expensive homes, landscap ing their estates so as to preserve and ac centuate the natural beauties of the p)a<.e. But such a concentration of wealth In a limited area so far away from the police control of New York City demanded ex traordinary precautions to protect the dwellers from the lawless. Besides the rich and costly furnishings of their houses those who lived In the park owned mil lions of dollars' worth of Jewels. All this would naturally attract criminals. Besides that there were many children, the kid napping of whom might appeal to the heartless brutes who make this a spe cialty. 80 Tuxedo Park was surrounded with BirdVEye View Diagram of Toxtdo Park, New York, the 8,000-Acre Enclosure of Millionaire** Residences, Showing the Watch Houses at the Guarded Gates, Walls and Wire Fences That Couldn't Keep Out One Burflar at Least. In the Centre Is a Photo graph of the Can hart Mansion from Which the Pearls Were Stolen. . The Very Curious Mystery of the Dis 0 appearance of Miss Marion Carhart's Missing $25,000 Pearl Necklace Stolen at Her House Party in the Very Heart of the Watch-Towered, Patrolled, Walled and Wired "Rich Man's Paradise" Miss Carhart said her corps of servants was a new one. She had engaged all erf the thirteen in November. "But I ain ture they are all honest," she said. "My granddaughter could not have missed them in my house. The newest of my servants has been with me twenty three years. I don't know how long the others have been with me," said Mrs. Henry D. Brookman. her grandmother, when called upon at her residence at No. 5 Kast Seventieth street. New York. Miss Carhart does not recall the num ber of her guests. It was flexible. Some were staying for a week, others for a fort night. Some came for the dinner and dance and departed next day. In the case of Mr. Dinsmore's loss all of the silvnr service vanished. It was found mxt day In a hamper buried in a mass of leaves and beneath the branches of a fallen oak. Two days later a thme-thou sand dollar violin was found similarly buried at a short distance. More than a month had pasaed before thi^ihird part of the booty, a violin valned at $4,500, was fouOd In a Manhattan pawnshop At one o'clock when all of the Dinsmore guests had retired, they heard the chug- 1 ?lng of a motor boat down on Tuxedo Lake. One or two of the most wakeful saw the motor boat, rowing a row boat, hastening down the little lake. Next -morning therowboat was mis?ing, hut the motor boat was tied up in its place af the little dock. The presence of the tow boat larther down the lake led to the discovery of the leavea-covered booty. Suspicion pointed to an employe of tbe Tuxedo Club, who left his post soon after and who afterward robbed his employer In New York, escaped to l.ondon, was ar rested by Scotland Yard and sent back for trial. He served a term In prison for the robbery. But while Captain Bush and his co workers were morally sure of the perpe trators of this theft they made no arrests. This was chiefly because the stolen ar tides had all been recovered and Mr. Dins more was not 'dUpoaed to preas charges without proof. The theft of Misa Carhart's jewels Is, then, only* the second robbery believed to have been perpetrated in Tuxedo. Every one must admit that this Is a pretty good record. Was It a "job ftom the Inside, If any?" us the |Millce surmise. Or might a lone figuie that knew his ground have sneaked through the wire tence, stolen through the woods, crouched and crawled through the Italian Gardens, climbed the pillars In the front of the Car hart house and raised a window and made his wav through the companion's room, that opens on the Circuit road, to Miss Caitnrt's, that looks upon the lake, opened the bureau drawer, and made his escape? /?II this while Miss Carhart and her guests ' and the servanta were In the armor-dec orated main hall, the drawing room, the ?ining room or the library below? It Is a puszle still unsolved whllte this Is being written. In any event, it casts n grave doubt upon the boasted improgna billty of. Tuxedo Park, the Gibraltar of New York's mllllonalredom. A 1 ess. Where theie Is the leaat donb: a guard accompanies them to their destina tion. Once past the gates the vialtor must un dergo the scrutiny of other men who pa trol the enclosure night and day. It is a highly dangerous matter for anyone to refuse to answer the challenge of one of these guarda. for to do so would be to arouse grave suspicion as to the purposes of the visitor and the instructions of the guards are to take no chances. All these guards, both at the entrances and inside the Park, are under the con trol of the chief of police of Tuxedo, the village just outside the gataw. Furthermore, there are 120 nianaions In the park, and each of these maintains a minimum of twelve servants, among whom are always one-or more private watchmen. For a thief to pass the gates unseen or unchallenged is Impossible. If he should break through the wires or over the walls between the four enlranoes he facea con stant chance of being seen and caught, ' t.ot only by the Inside guards, but by the dozens of private guards as well. Yet somehow, someway, s burglar had gotteiT In. More than that, he had made* his way Into the Carhart mansion Itself, probably by climhtng up and through Miss Cartiart's boudoir window. And he had possessed the cold nerve to search the room, finding and getting away with the pearl necklace* ^ few other trlnketa, comparatively value less, had been taken alao. Apparently the burglar had either been frightened away after he had found the neck lace; or he njay have been content with that. Miss Carhart tele St netio Miss Marion Renee Carhart, Wearing the Necklace That Has So mysteriously Vanished. walls and stout wire fences. Four en trances were made, one on each side of the roughly rectangular piece of land, and at each of these were built a pair of stone structures strong enough to resist even assault by machine guns. The entrances were closed with high wooden gates stretching from side to side of the walls. Theoretically, at least, no one could get into Tuxedo Park without passing through one of the four entrances and being chal One of the Pair of Guarded Watch Tower* That Stand at Each of the Four Entrance! to Tuaedo Park. lenged by and day. the guards on watch there night These guards admit no one not known to them, and so strict Is the watch .kept thst often even guests are stripped at the gates, their credentials scanned and verMled by telephone to the bost or host phoned lo Police Cap tain Gilmore Bush. Captain Buah has been the St. Peter at the Tuxedo gates since 1886. "We hsven't had a robbery here for fifteen years." His civic and professional pclde was touched. "Not since the silverware and the violins were stolen were stolen from the Dinsmore place. When did you last wear them. Miss Marion?" "The last time I wore them I went to the theatre and dined at my brother's house In New York, Then I want to grandmother's, where I always slay when I am in New York." "Then they were stolen In New York." "No, Captain," said Miss Carhart, "be cauae I distinctly remember seeing them In my bureau In my room here." (Cl in?:, hy *m?nc?n w**lcly. Inc. Ur*?t Britain Kiyht,