Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1903-07-16

John Whyley hummed tune and
tried two or three front doors and
area gates, and then he took off his
helmet and scratched his head as il
puzzled.
Now, have | done right?" he said
suddenly. seemed to be square.
Smelt the drink horrid. Others two
'peared to be on all but once or twice.
say. Was it acting?"
He gave his helmet sharp blow
with his doubled fist, stuck it Oh
tightly, and took few quick steps in
the direction in which the cab had
moved off"
"Tchah!" he calculated, stopping
short; that's the worst o. my trade;
makes man suspicious of every thing
and everybody. Why, | nearly ac-
cused the missus of picking my
pockets of that sixpence forgot |
spent with mate. It's all right.
They were as tight as tight. Ugh!
What night"
John Whyley's beat took him in an
other direction, but something's feel.
/ ing Of dissatisfaction with his late act,
or the suspicion engendered by his
calling-made him turn back and go
slowly to the doctors door
All was perfectly still; the red lamp
burned over the principal door, while
over the surgery door the three last
letters were more indistinct than ever,
and Surg" somehow looked like a
portion Of "Resurgam' on a memorial
stone.
John Whyley went close up to the
latter door, and listened. All was
still.
He hestated few moments, and
then tapped and listened again, when
there seemed to be slight rustling
sound within, but he could not be
sure.
Turning on his light, there, beside
him, was a bell-pull with the hole half
filled with snow.
Shall ~ he said hesitating. "Peo-
pie don't like being called up for
cock-and-bull story, and what have |
got to say? These gents came away
tight"
He paused and removed his helmet
for another refreshing scratch.
WAS it acting? I've heerd a chap
on the stage drawl just like that one
with the thick voice. Now, stop a
moment. Let's argufy Couldn't be
burglary, Yes, it could-body bur
gary,"
John Whyley grew excited as
strange train Of thought ran through
his head in connection with what he
had heard tell about surgeons and
their Investigations, and purchases
delivered in the dead of night
II don't care" he said; wrong or
right, | wish hadn't let that cab go,
and I'll get to the bottom of it before
I've DONE
1t might have been connected with
visions Of another possible half.
crown, or it might have been in an
honest desire to do his duty as
guardian Of the public safety, At any
rate, John Whyley gave a vigorous tug
at DR., Charteys night-hell and waited
NO answer; that's suspicious
fact" he said to himself; and he rang
again, listened, waited and rang
again.
Hardly had the wire ceased To Crate.
when curious whispering voice, close
to his ear, said What is it?" so
strangely that John who had only
been year in London, bounded Lack
into the snow, and half drew his
trunChcOn
what is it? Who's there?' came
then.
What fool | am! Speaking
trumpet" muttcred the man, and
directing his light toward the door,
post he saw n raised patch OF snow,
which upon being removed displayed
n hole.
To this, fun of confidence now, John
Whylcy applied his lips,
Police" he said. "Anythin>
wrong?"
There was a pause, and then the
same strange voice came again,
Wait Ill come down"
Waiting was cold work, and John
Whyley took a trot up, and was re-
turning when he saw a dim light
shine through the long glazed Sits at
the sides Of the principal door. and
directly after he heard click as If a
cnndleStiCl were set down on a marble
slab, and one of the narrow windows
showed human shape in a misty
way,
The bulls eye was turned on, and,
after the momentary glimpse OF
face. the rafting Of chain was
heard, and the front door was opened
few inches to reveal pale, haggard,
hut very handsome face. with large
mstrous eyes, which looked dilatcd
and strange.
Il did not understand you, police,
man Is anything the matter9"
well. Miss, that's FOR YOU to say;
and he related what he had seen,
1T is very strange My father
door is locked, and there is no light
Yves. Miss--oue over the door.
Yves hut that only shines into the