Louis

Where had she left her jewels? That was what one Martina Davis was wondering as she stepped into the Manhattan shoe-store of Louis D'Ascali, known as "The Singing Cobbler." Why, only the night before, when she left with lilting Louis the shoes she had now come to fetch, she had still had the lost brooches, rings. She remembered how she had loitered in the store, chatting with D'Ascali about the days when he studied music in Milan. Tonight he was not so nice; why, he seemed positively mocking. Why did he not stop singing when she spoke to him? The cobbler, leering, continued his chant, and standing at his counter Miss Davis suddenly recognized the aria. "Ah, Gioielli . . . gioielli della Mad--ho--ho-han--ah. . . ." Jewels of the Madonna! She remembered now. The rings, the brooches--she had left them in the toe of her shoe. Arrested, Louis D'Ascali denied his guilt.