Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1895-01-31

convince you Of 1t win I've to let you
rlmmage to your hearts content among
my belongings. You are welcome to
any anarchistic literature or correspon-
dence you may discover" and handed
him over the keys with confident
smile.
every good, sir; and, If you don't
mind, will commence with your bed
ROOM"
Accordingly he followed me upstairs,
and while he ferreted about sat down.
After time the inspector went
down stairs sgain and made for the
door only ID find it locked from the
outside.
'The suspicious old scoundrel: I
wrathfully calculated. "He thought
might slip down stairs ard away. l
suppose, While he was owe hauling the
sitting-room. I'll let him have 4 piece
of my mind when he returns" I NUT
tered, and finally concluded to wait
his good pleasure in dignified silence.
I gave the inspector II 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 l hoped to
goodness he would not topple over any
of Georges valuable cups, conspicu.
ously displayed on the sideboard. l
began to wish had gone down stairs
with him. 1 got so uneasy that l
knocked at the door and called to the
inspector to let me out. Strange" 1
said, ''how these old sleuth-hounds
never lose chance. Fancy him lock-
ing me in. after all his fair words!'
Not 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. and
the old boy has gone quietly off for as
sistance to arrest this dangerous nthi-
list?" I pooh-poohed the idea. and re-
sumed my knocking and yelling. This
method of attracting attention, COM
bined with a few rcsounding kicks,
presently brought my landlady putting
upstairs.
"'Eres a fine TODD. Mr.. limbs, a.
knocllin' the paint-not to say the pan
els-off'n my best bedroom door,"
She unlocked the door as she finished
her remarks, and flew down stairs like
a mailman.
"Where's the inspector?" l yelled up
to Mrs. Plaggs, on finding the sitting
room vacant.
II amt seen no inspector" replied
Mrs. P. with severe dignity; 81 did
think. hows'ever. that for a ole-clo's
man e seemed extry respectable
"Old clothesman! Mrs Plaggs, what
do you mean:" l shouted.
"Wot says" retorted the worthy
creature. evidently highly incensed.
Gwen that party. wich it was is carl
I antled to you II amt no readerl. left
about twenty minutes agone, e re-
marks confidential like. as opens the
door for i'm. Prices amt wot they
was, ma'am.' I seq, NO. indeed, no
more they amt seq I, thinkin' to my
self as I looks at is get-uD. But they
seems to pay some folkes all the same
Then e jumps into four-wheeler AN
drives hoff."
By this time I had sunk. a perfect
wreck. into chair; one glance round
the sitting-room had told me all. Where
were Georges silver trophies? Where
was my real old Dresden? What had
become of my precious coins? Where
was all our portable property
And with it that deep-designing vii.
lain and altogether outrageous fraud
the inspector. Done again! All put
up-job!
My landlady began to sympathize,
and Just then George came in, with
Gyp barking at his heels.
'Halloa! old chap, you look cheap!
Another surprise from Scotland Yard ?"
George never lost an opportunity Of
raking up old sores).
you've hit it," said grimly.
Then he missed his cups and broke
it gently to him.
"You awful idiotr' he began.
George" said. "spare me! TaKe
me home to mother. I am not fit to
live alone in London. But first hear
me swear: Never again do put pen
to paper to play into the hands of tile
London professional annexer'''
Then George swore. too, but it didn't
take that forrn.-Tit-Bits.