The Arizona sentinel., 1888-04-07

acter of the visit.
 Into the hall they came, two mer
 with dark lantern throwing a small
 circle of light before them. The dool
 of the sitting-room where Goodwin
 was stood partly open. He dimly saw them peer into the dining. room; then one of them coming towards the sitting-room door, said in a loud whisper:
 Bill, let's start 'e1e"
 ''No," said the other fhere ain't ever nothing in sittin' room. That's | the sittin'-room. Let's find their bed room That's where they keeps their jewels and money-if they've got any,"
 Well, then. up stairs we goes. " and up they went quietly.
 Goodwin knew they would be re- warded. His wife's jewelry was sure to be exposed. Some of it was valua- ble and some not. It was all too good to be lost, any how.
 One thing is certain" thought Goodwin, Il can tell the height of those men, and one of them is called Bill. Both are illiterate, and one has peculiar, rasping voice, easy of identification. A good detective will soon hunt them out Probably that light will fall on one of their faces be- fore they go."
 After short time the stairs again creak ed, and the circle of light again shot past the door. and as the lantern swung in the hands of Bill:
 "This here is pretty slick haul" said he of the raspy voice, Il say them's real, don't you?"
 Course them's real all right they're big glitters foo. Shall we look for any silver. or have we got all as we want?"
 Well. I'm for some of their silver if we can find it.
 If you ask me-" said Bill, "Pm for off with this as we've got. It's all we can handle. say we go"
 "All right. We've got plenty of time and we'll divide here. Then you'll go your way and I'll go mine We can't both be nabbed.
 "Whal? Divide 'ere? It's dan gerous. Thls ain't no place to di- vide. I've got 'cm all safe in my pockets, and we'll divvy when we gets homo. Let's go.''
 No, you don't" said the raspy voice. 'T for a divvy right here and m goin' to have it. Then we can go our own way. Sit down here Give m the light. That's it-now bundle the things out on the floor. There you are"
 The two men sat down near the open door with inc light between them and Bill slowly began to dis gorge. There were the wife's dia- mond rings. two of them; G oodwin's watch, which he had laid aside when his arm was broken; fine gold necklace and locket, a diamond for the hair, four gold bracelets, ieweled; a number of smaller articles and then there was a stop. As the light shone on Bilrs fingers Goodwin noticed his
 
 gone. But both had worn mask.
 "Where's them gold studs and that there gold brooch I saw you take" sail the raspy voice.
 "Oh, yes. them studs, 1 forgot" said Bill as he put his hand in an in- side pocket and took them out.
 ''Where's the brooch?''
 There wasn' no brooch as I got"
 ''Yes. there was. It's the best thing of the swag. Out with it."
 '1 say haven't got no broo ch."
 ''Yer tryin' to sneak it You can't ool me. Oit with it, or by the Lor' ? Il make ye."
 Il haven't got-stand of. Tom. Don you lay hands on me-"
 Out with it.''
 Both men were now on their feet
 Stand of, Tom. Iwarn ye. Ihain't got''-
 Give it up." said Tom, in a low, savage voice, as he sprang at the ,hroat of his companion.
 There was a sharp, quiet struggle, a ew gasps of exertion, a gleam in the lir. The sitting room door flew open. 4 man staggered backward into the 'oom with his hands to his breast
 '1 warned"-
 You've done for me, Bill," gasped he man as he sank to his knees
 Il warned you" half shouted Bill, ic lo | lis companion.
 The stricken man shuddered and 5asped. stood up. staggered and fell with heavy crash on the loor. His arms spread out his head oiled to one side and he lay dead. The lantern, now on its side, streamed n the uncovered face of Ahe murderer nd stamped the likeness on Good wins mind. The murderer clutched he door and sto od for a second glar- ng in terror at the dead man. Good yin stood transfxed with the awful cene.
 My God?' muttered the man, 'Tve filed Tom" Then looked at the knife eld in his hand. Holding it at arms ength from him he threw it at the rostrate form. Felt in his coat, tore rom its lining the fatal brooch and ast it from him. With one last look e stole out of the room and was gone. Then the strength faded from George His knees gave way, his enses reeled, his head sunk on his