Blackfoot news. (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1891-1902, 1895-03-16

charge to make. and the best way to
convince you Of it will be to let you
rumrnage TO your hearts content among
NV belongings. You are welcome to
any anarchistic literature or correspon-
dence you may discover and handed
him over the keys with confident
smile.
Very good. sir: and IL you don't
mind, win commence with your bed
ROOM"
Accordingly he followed me upstairs,
and while he ferreted about | sat down.
After a time the inspector went
down stairs again aud | made for the
door. only TO find 1t locked from the
outside.
THE suspicious old scOundrel" l
wrathfully calculated. He thought l
might slip down stairs and away, |
suppose, while he was ove~hauling the
sltting-room. III let him have a piece
of my mind when he returns" ! NUT
tered. and finally concluded to wait
his good pleasure in dignified silence.
| gave the inspector a quarter OF an
hour. and began to wonder what he
was up to. | tried the door once more.
and found it still locked. Horror! He
had the keys of my writing desk; then
there was my old china and collection
of ancient gold coins an | hoped to
goodness he would not topple over any
of Georges valuable cups. conspicu.
ouSly Displayed on the sideboard.
began to wish | had gone down stairs
with him. got so uneasy that
knocked at the door and called to the
inspector TO let me out. strange. l
sali. how these old sleuth-hounds
never lose a chance. Fanny him lock
ing me in. after all his fair Words.
Not a sound from the room beneath.
surely George has not been such an
idiot as to leave any imitation bombs
about by way Of a practical joke, ana
the old hoy has gone quietly OFF for AS
sistance to arrest this dangerous mini
list?" / pooh-poohed the idea, and re-
sumed my knocking and yelling. This
method OF attracting attention. COM
bined with a few reSoundlng kicks,
presently brought my landlady putting
upstairs.
-Ere's a fine TODD. Mr. Timbs a
knockin' the paint-not to say the pan
eIs-off'n nv best bedroom door"
her remarks. and flew down stairs like
a mailman.
where's the Inspector" | yelled up
TO Mrs. Plaggs, ON finding the sitting
room vacant.
II amt seen no inspector" replied
Mrs P. with severe dignity: II did
think, hows'ever. that for ole-clo's
man e seemed extry respectable
.'Old clothesman! Mrs. Plaggs, what
do You mean" | shouted
'.Wot I saws" retorted the worthy
creature. evidently highly inccnsed.
wen that party. witch 1t was Is cnri
/ andei to you n amt no reader. left
about twenty minutes agOne, e re-
marks confidential like, as I opens the
door for i'm. Prices amt wot they
was. maam' / seq. No. indeed. no
more they amt ser |. thiukin' to my
self as | looks at is get-un. But they
seems to pay some folkes all the same
Then e jumps into fourwheeler an
drives hoff.
By this time I had sunk, a perfect
wreck. into a chair; one glance round
the sitting-roOm had told me all Where
were Georges silver trophies? Where
was my real old DresdenE What had
become Of my precious coins? Where
was all our portable property ?-gone,
And with it that deep-designlng vii
lain and altogether outrageous fraud.
the inspector. Done again! All put
up-iOb
My landlady began TO sympathize.
and just then George came in. with
Gyp barking at his heels.
'Halloa. old chap, you look cheapl
Another surprise from Scotland Yard p
George never lost an opportunity OF
raking up old sores).
You've hit it," I said grimly.
Then he missed his cups, and I broke
II gently to him
You awful IDIOT" he began.
George" / said. spare me, Take
me home to mother. I am not ft to
live alone In London But first hear
me swear: Never again do I put pen
to paper to play into the hands Of the
London professional annexer.'"
Then George swore. too. but II didn't
take that fOrm.-Tit- Bits.