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CHAPTER III

These letters were pOSIeQ Dy LlVlHR-
ston about ten in the evening, after he
had done hard days work.
He had lunched lightly at noon. Now
the inner man craved food. He posted
The letters with his own hand, and, glad
that 80 much was off his mind, turned in
quest Of q restaurant.
Was it fancy? Did his senses play him
q trick? Was not that Simmons brother
at little distance? The gas-light shone
full in his face. Livingston walked
toward him. The man suddenly stepped
into an open door near at hand. Living
Ston hastened into the house-a saloon.
There was no one in, sight but the bar
keeper. Livingston ordered glass Of
vine As the barkeeper handed him the
bottle, Livingston said, carelessly:
(which way did my friend go? He
came in just now."
The barkeeper shook his head but did
not speak.
@He wants to see me as much as I
want him. Tell him that Livingston
Arthur Livingston, from New York-is
here"
The barkeeper pursed his lips.
1--WE mind our own business here !
uOu huOW WAo yOu Nv ySo SSS
anybody here?"
&My friend came in Just now," said
Livingston, adding, carelessly, "No mat
ter. give you credit for minding your
basiness. At the same time, there is my
hotel; my name is on the card. If it
suits you to hand it to the gentleman
who entered, I will be obliged to you"
He walked out slowly, feeling half
Ln hor ctooS OF bo
lamp fully fifteen minutes, but Simmons
did not emerge from the saloon.
Then Livingston stepped aboard car
and rode to his hotel. He would not
make the rounds of the police head
quarters and press until one in the morn.
ing. In the meantime he would rest
As he was in the act of entering his
hotel loud voices in hot alteration at.
tracted his attention. A man, evidently
under the influence Of liquor, was re.
calling a group with his views Of gov
ernment A man in citizens attire ap-
preached the brawler and addressed him.
The brawler looked up and down the
street suddenly, and walked away quick
". Livingston looked after him The
man in citizens attire followed the
brawler. Livingston was a little dis
tance in the rear Of this man. The
brawler stepped into saloon. Living
ston could soc score or more OF men II
the saloon.
Suddenly his heart bounded. he be
held the side fsBeauchampe's head a
the end of the counter. Beauchamp'
was talking to Misunderstanding nal
twice his age. He was geSticulatint
rapidly. Livingston entered the saloor
without pauSing, and was making hi
way directly to his friend, when com
motion arose. There were blows ant
cries, oaths and pistol shots. 1t was al
over in thirty seconds-less time. Bu
even that short time sutficed to clea
the room Of those who were in IT.
When Livingston recovered his breat
he was on the pavement rubbing
sprained wrist. A number OF men wer
running away, but 1t was plain that
least half those in the room had escaped
through the rear door and windows.
But four men were in custody, ant
Livingston smiled upon realizing he wa
one Of the four.
He found an opportunity to whisper Il
one of the officers who had raided tn
place, telling him to send well-knowl
detective to him Immediately. Then h
was conveyed to the station house wit
his fellow prisoners. one OF these, I'll
loud-talkiDg man, was next TO LiVlngs
ton, but the brawler was silent, SUI
dued.
When he was placed in cell. LlV
ingston for the first time experience
dread lest he might be detained unt