The Motion Picture Story Magazine (Aug 1913-Jan 1914)

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EVERY THIEF LEAVES A CLEW 29 "But, Mr. Henderson, we must have more proof than your bare statement," expostulated the insurance manager, tapping the desk with a nervous pencil-point. "You say you were robbed at eleven, day before yesterday, and fifty thousand dollars worth of jewelry stolen. Now, cant you give us some idea of the thief — a description of him, how he was dressed k — how he looked and so forth " floor. He was a bigger man than I, or he wouldn't have got the better of me ; then he tied me up with the bellrope and helped himself from my store, while I lay under the counter in a swoon. When I came to, the police were untying me, and I found these scraps of clothing clenched in one hand. That's all the clew I have." The manager examined the bits of EXAMINING THE CLOTH UNDER THE MAGNIFYING GLASS Henderson drew out the telltale scraps of shirt and trouser material and exhibited them, with a doleful sigh. ' ■ My dear sir, ' ' he complained, bitterly humorous, "you dont expect that he left me a lock of his hair or a photograph, do you? Nor did he knock, but entered so unexpectedly that I cai^ht hardly a glimpse of his face before we were mopping up the cloth resentfully. The trousers might, at least, have been checks or stripes, or something distinctive, instead of a humble gray-and-black mixture. The shirt pattern was more individual — violet dots on a striped ground, yet probably there were three hundred blameless men and good citizens in the immediate neighborhood who were wearing shirts of that very pattern, purchased by presumably color