George Lardner, the owner of the Owl Limb, one of the city's newest night spots, had taken it from a private vault to display in a special dance.
Miss Sylvia Fanton, who danced with the gem has also disappeared, but Lardner insists that she was well known to him and could have had no hand in the robbery.
This story is feasible, as the gown Miss Fanton was wearing at the time has been discovered badly torn in a State Street alley. Murder of the dancer is suspected.
rake tossed the paper across the room.
"Rubbish!" His eyes were clear and snapping now. The night of adventure was thrown from his mind. "It couldn't happen, Puffy. We were seeing things."
Adams picked up the Star carefully, thumbed toward the last page and held the news sheet where Drake could see another, much smaller caption.
"Look at this," he begged. "You'll sing another song."
Jim took the sheet again, as though afraid he would believe the impossible. This story was short, and wedged in at the bottom of a last page.