Black Star's Campaign: A Detective Story

CHELSEA HOUSE 79 SEVENTH AVENUE NEW YORK CITY
Black Star's Campaign
Copyright, 1919 by STREET & SMITH
(Printed in the United States of America) All rights reserved, including that of translation into foreign languages, including the Scandinavian.
Sheriff Kowen looked up from his desk in amazement as the stenographer ushered in the woman. The name on her card had told him nothing, and he had expected to be confronted by some middle-aged, washed-out, tired wife and mother who would make a request to visit the jail and talk with an erring relative.
What he did see when he raised his eyes and cleared his throat preparatory to indulging in his professional attitude, was a handsomely gowned, beautiful woman of perhaps thirty years, a woman who appeared to be exceedingly cultured and refined.
Sheriff Kowen got out of his chair quickly, and placed one at the end of the desk for his visitor. Then he seated himself again, and looked across to her.
She appeared to be nervous, almost distraught, on the verge of tears.
My dear Miss Blanchard, Sheriff Kowen said, glancing at the card the stenographer had handed to him, and for once forgetting his usual gruff manner, is there any way in which I may be of service to you?
I scarcely know how to approach the subject, she replied. The sheriff noticed that her voice was all that he had expected it would be—a voice that was modulated to the correct society pitch. Such a thing as—as this is—well, I am not used to it.
Just take your time, and tell me in your own way, said the sheriff. You have—er—some sort of a complaint to make?
Yes, that is it. In the first place, we do not reside in this city regularly. We have a suite at a private hotel—my mother, my brother and myself. It is about my brother that I wish to see you.