The Coconino weekly sun. [volume] (Flagstaff, Ariz.) 1891-1896, 1895-10-03

In consequence. If nobody else was
sympathetic, the young lady was
Harry Seymour disappeared during
the afternoon-went for long tramp,
he said-and had the indignant
Lambsworthy all to Eayself till he re.
turned.
When he did come back, he said he
had noticed card with apartments
to Let" on it in window just round
the corner, and suggested to Stephen
obtaining room in the house.
This looks good, substantial kind
OF domicile," he said; lone nos likely
to be burglarised Wouldn't do for
the next place you choose to DO broken
into, you know, LambsworthvI that
would be really damning."
Lambsworthy, who shuddered at the
bare idea, thanked him, and ssllied
forth to see if he could arrange.
He came back and told M he had
settled.
But" he said, "do you know, I'm
nervous? What Seymour said Is true,
and it might happen that tho same
Kind Of thing occurred there What
should do II there were q robbery in
there, too, tonight? Why; should
be taken up; am certain l shouldv'
'Surs thing!' said Seymour, explod-
ing afresh. Console yourself by re-
Numbering that condolences like that
don't happen!"
He was very amiable to Lambswor-
thy that evening, pressing him to try
his tobacco after supper, and shaking
hands with him warmly when they
said Good night" He. however, did
not want to go to bed after the others
departure; he said he should sit up and
smoke, and begged me to do likewise.
Its quite early" he said. mot
eleven. Sit up with me, and we'll turn
in, If you want to, as soon as Two I'm
ished this pipe"
consented. As matter Of fact, he
had never been better company, and l
was just laughing heartily at a story
he was telling me when
Good Heavens" / exclaimed, turn.
ing pale, that can't be Lam bsworthy
come back again tonight? Who
is it?"
Better open the door and see," re.
piled Seymour, philosophically.
1t was being beaten wildly as bolt
ed into the passage. Another instant,
and my worst fears were verified.
Lambsworthy stood before me with
chattering teeth, the portnanteau--
the accursed portmanteau-by his
side.
"Not-?'
Burglars" he gasped; Eyes! For
the Lords sake, give me some whisky,
old man, I'm feeling I'LL"
He followed me into the sitting
room and fell into chair.
ut is the same thing" he muttered,
lust the same thing! The house had
been broken into when l got there, and
no clew-no clew. The man showed
me the room; everyth!ng sea tered and
upside down. Seymour, l shall &c
mad"
He seemed in measurable distance OF
it-even Seymour was concerned. II
seemed like fatality! Wherever the
poor fellow went there was a burglary
his name would be on the tongues OF
all Wicketsfeld directly. There was
never anything known like it!
We gave him whisky. and more
whisky, and, after that, whisky again
Whether he slept when we left him
at last on the couch do not know, bu,
his face was as white as sheet in the
morning, and when Mr.. and Mrs. Car.
donnel called, with their daughter
they were aghast at his appearance.
ut is perfectly extraordinary" ex
claimed Norah, land as to the police
who can allow such things" Words
failed her to express her contempt FOL
the stupidity of the police.
II tell you what" said Mr.. Carbon
mel, ~ should go down to the station
myself if were you'll will go with
you. Confound it all, we will 60 al
once. Something must be done, ant
without delay
noticed that in moment Seymour
was almost as pale as Lambsworthy;
was even prepared to hear him offer al
objection.
IL w w tudt I'LL L liu
presume to advise" he said. 81 should
wait day or two"
And why, sir?' demanded Mr.. Car
donnel. peremptorily; why should we
wait an hour?"
Yes" echoed Norah, haughtily
"why should we wait five minutes, Mr.
SEYMOUR"
ave will go now" cried Stephen; 81
thank you for the suggestion. We will
go at once, and will see the inspector
myself"
Seymour sat playing nervously with
an ash-tray on the table. He seemed
to be trying to speak, and to have lost
his voice. At last he said jerkily, ant
with an attempt at a laugh:
ITO tell you the truth, everybody
you are spelling practical joke OF
mine. Lambsworthy was so very con
cerned at the first burglary that
thought how funny it would be if the
same thing occurred in the next house
he tried. The landlord is my tobac
conist, and-well, there wasn't bur
glary last night at all; it was just ar
ranged between US for lark!-er--