The Kinsley graphic. [volume] (Kinsley, Kan.) 1890-1940, 1901-01-11


lar by the hoist in the areaway. The
blond young man receipted for the
box"
Every well, Shrady. Hang on a little
while longer, and shall have you re-
lieved just as soon as possibly can"
So saying, the reporter, who had
been pretending to look through his
pockets for a coin, ostentatiously
slipped a nickel into the outstretched
palm before him. The light seemed to
die out of the sharp eyes of the detect
i've, and it was the miserable drunkard
who staggered back to his place on the
stoop next to the station, unmindful of
the gibes of the young rowdies congre
gated there.
Sturgis walked up to the next street,
where he found q second detective on
duty.
Anything new, Conklin?" he asked.
mo, sir; he's been lying low; looks
like he knew he was spotted this
time"
Good. Stay here until 1 can notify
the police that we have run down the
quarry. 1t will be necessary to obtain
a search warrant for the Manhattan
Chemical company's place. In the
meantime, if Chatham should attempt
to make tracks, hang on to him like
his shadow and send back word here as
soon as you can"
Cali right, sir"
Sturgis, after leaving Conklin,
walked along the street which the de-
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spected every house on the block. AL
most all were huge Office buildings; but
here and there an old-fashioned brown
stone front stood out conspicuously
against the broad eXpanse of brick
walls and iron columns. Halfway
down the street one of these old houses
stood well back from the street line
behind small garden. The reporter
stood near this and read the numbers
on the adjoining buildings.
'This is directly back of the Man
haitian Chemical company's Office" he
unused. 81 wonder who lives here. 1t
looks like a respectable place enough.
One could obtain a good view of the
rear of the Manhattan Chemical COM
pany's office from the back windows
Him.
He stood thoughtfully considering
what pretext he could use to gain adj
mission to the house, when suddenly
he became aware of the presence of
a man who had approached with
noiseless steps.
''Ah, is that you, Mr.. Sturgis?" said
the calm, sardonical voice of DIR. Muir
dock.
The reporter started inwardly, but
gave no outward sign of surprise.
"Were you about to do me the honor
of calling?" continued the chmeist.
EYES," said Sturgis, deliberately;
81 was about to seek an interview
with you. Can you spare few min
utes?"
who is it that asks for the inter-
view?' inquired Murdock, with quiet
sarcasm. us it Mr.. Sturgis, gentle
man; Mr.. Sturgis, reporter. or -
Sturgis met cold CLEAN from Muir
docks inscrutable eyes.
"Or Mr.. Sturgis, the famous de-
tective?" continued the chemist with
an imperceptible sheer.
81 represent the Tempest" replied
the reporter, quietly.
Murdoch glanced carelessly up and
down the street. There was no one
in sight.
ooh: very WELL" he said, taking out
his latchkey and leading the way to
the house; "come into my study and
let me hear what 1 can do for the
Tempest
On entering the house Murdoch mo-
toned Sturgis to the door leading
from the hall into the drawing-room.
eff you will step into the parlor for
a few minutes, shall be with you di-
rectly," said he.
Sturgis nodded acquiescence, and
while Murdoch walked toward his
study, which was at the extreme rear
of the hall, the reporter opened the
drawing-room door. He did not open
it very wide, however, neither did he
enter; for although the room was
rather dark, his quick eye caught
passing glimpse of feminine head
cozily nestled upon distinctly mas
culine shoulder. the owner of which
had his back turned to him. Bach
elor cynic though he was, Sturgis had
not the heart to interrupt so inter-
esting a situation; and, as the couple
were so absorbed that they had not
noticed the intrusion upon their tete-
a-tete, he discreetly retreated and
softly closed the door.
By this time Murdoch had passed
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