The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1899-05-04

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there" said the major, for the man was
| leaning back in his chair and blinking
as IL d powerful light had suddenly been
| flashed across his eyes. He pulled himself
| together and said in shaking accents:
"You know ii wasn't me did the trick.
You was there and seem
you've just heard ne say to this gen.
tleman," interrupted King, that I've new
err been in Butte City. In fact, I've never
been within 500 miles of it, so far as l
know"
Then how did you know-who told you
4 thought nobody here would
"Oh, how do I known" repeated King,
contemptuously How do l know about
that sailed claim down Creole way?"
You knew Pat Davids," said the ped
| dler in a tone that was little more than
a gasp
Then what kind of a helrs game is
this?" broke out the badgered vender of
coat hangers, the sweat standing out of
| his face.
| Synthetic deduction. call It," said the
| Lieutenant. you can call ii magic II you
| like he added little thinking how liter
ally this permission was to be taken.
"If it amt Pm a sheep" said the Wis
| itor with conviction II reckon that other
| is Latin IOT 1T.
| Lieut.. King smiled, and at that smile
| the peddler broke forth again, forgetting
| his business manners entirely In the stress
| of the circumstances.
NO. he fairly shouted, st amt any
| damned .magicl You've met some of the
old gang and they've been squealing. You
was never there yourself; that's right. I'd
| remember you II you remember me so
| cussed fine. What's the game now?''
/ ~ NJ
| slowly now and keeping his eyes fast to
those of the peddler, that might explain
| how 1 know those matters. Also about
| that shell game racket" (The man caught
| his breath and swore softy) Yes, and
the trip you had along the path as a
hobo. ending up with a quack medicine
outfit as capper for the game" (The ped
dler half rose from his seat) "Sit down,
| and don't get excited. I'm just doing this
| for the benefit of my friend here, who
| doesn't think much of my method"
| king, this fellow Is in collision with
you" cried the major
Looks like it, doesn't he?" said King,
| pointing to the man, who sat visibly
shaking, with shifting eyes and twisting
fingers. That shell game" he added In
low tone, lis deduced from the move
ments of his hand as the faro dealing
| was, and the quack medicine career has
| Ielt u lWdhs 10 MS PROFESSIONAL voice tDat
I recognized the moment he spoke a
| word"
But the peddler was conversing in low
| tones with himself
There was one of them in that gipsy
tribe he was saying. '"They were real
Romany gipsies they were and that guy
had the future right at his fingers ends.
He told Black Con Purteu the right day
he was going to croak, and Con drank
| hiu1Galf inf nd ~, a.
| just like he had an appointment to meet
| But strangle me If ever expected TO see
| the like of it in a lawyers Office. l amt
| in the rules at all; il can't be the thing.
| Somebody's peached on me-"
This is no Romany patter, either" said
King, turning to the soliloquist. TN not
| pen you any dukkerin'."
The man came straight up out of his
| chair.
THE very words' he cried. you're
one of 'em, them and he made a curious
sign with his left hand.
mo use trying to work that hobo's
| guard on me, my friend" said the lieu
| tenant calmly, for I'm not one of them,
as you call it. If 1 were you don't sup
pose the left hand cross would do you
any good. You hobos are a superstitlous
lot"
You're soaring the man to death,
! mus puN III hdJs barry. L own
| you've got me puzzled so let up on him
and tell US where you found it all out"
| synthetic deduction insisted King,
trumphantly Il see things that you can't
see. That's all. For instance. can tell
that this fellow-and it's no use for him
to deny that he's Dinky BIZ: Strane-has
on a shirt bearing another mems initials;
that in his pocket is a ticket for a gold
watch. and that he carries the tobacco
| from which he rolls his own cigarettes
a peculiar stringy tobacco, in his hip
pocket along with red bandanna hand
kerchief and what might be regarded as a
| pair of brass knuckles. Ask him."
! "Oh, come, King" demonstrated the
major you can't expect me to take in all
this. It's little too much"
TOO much" cried the peddler, grab
bing up his packet OF coat hangers. YES
by God. it isi' and he dashed out of the
door. leaving behind the two sample hang
ers as spoils to the victor of sthe field.
King" said Maj. Barry curiously. af-
| ter the sound of footsteps rapidly descend
ing the stairs had died away, what was
it that happened to Tom Malone in Butte
| city,"
BLESSED If l know" said King
Your departed friend seems to. them"
said Barry. Il fancy il was something
unpleasant. if not positively fatal. But
| you're grand deduetionist or most in