The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1904-09-07

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room from the fire escape and mouse
around a bit, but he didn't find any
thing and mighty near got shot So
the matter stood square the next morn
ing, with no advantage on either side.
"AbOut 8 o'clock Willett started out
for walk. as he always did, and and
three of my men Immediately began
hunt. We had been in the room next
to his and had bored some holes
through the partition so that we could
see il he hid the document anywhere
or went to lcok at 1t in it's hiding place.
Nothing of that kind had happened,
but had formed a few dim suspicious
While the man was dressing made
up my mind that the document was in
his coat pocket. and when he was eat
ing breakfast which he ordered up--I
noticed that he was busy sealing up a
lot OF letters which he had written the
night before Now about that time he
made some rather slick motions. and II
was /, question whether he hadn't tax
en- the document out of his pocket and
put it into one of the letters, which
We're all in big envelopes. didn't see
him do it. but had feeling about it.
If those We're straight letters and not
fakes. why didn't he take them out to
the mail instead of leaving them in the
basket % the table?
when we got into his room, Went
for those letters the first thing. while
my men divided the place into sections
ol,n it.1,f nrtir lor
hunt that anybody ever saw. | opened
the letters. one by one, very carefully,
because if the document was there l
wanted to get it in such a way that
he wouldn't know it was gone. The
job of opening and closing the letters
took me nearly an hour, and the docu-
ment wasn't there after all. My men
hadn't found any signs Of it, but they
J hadn't half finished. for you must I'M
! derstand that it was big room with
a lot of stuff in it. and we We're dealing
I, with it piece at a time. as a man
I handles Il pack of cards when he sus
poets that they're marked.
I'm the midst Of it the door opened
and in walked Willett, which was a
| great surprise to us. for we had set a
/ lookout and had arranged plan to stop
him, though as matter of fact, we
I didn't expect him back, and so sup
I pose our sentinel went and took a drink
| and the gentleman from Topeka slipped
/ by.
well upon my soulH says he, reach
ing for his gun. What are you all do
ing herey
Mr.. Willett, says I, tapping my
badge. this is our lawful duty, and.
though painful, we must do it, I'm the
city marshal, so there's no occasion for
you to draw iron. Ten silver spoons
have been missed in this house. and
one of the dining room help is suspect
ed. For the sake Of that poor girls good
name says |, we've got to make a
search
Ten silver grandmothers! yells Will
lett. We'll see about this! And he be-
gan to give me quite some language of
one kind anu another, especially after
he noticed that I'd been fooling with
his letters. The proprietor says he,
won't stand for this
"'You go ask him. suggested
"John Fynes, who ran the Gladstone,
knew that Warren and his gang We're
back of the game. though he didn't
know just what the game was How
ever, as Warren owned the hotel prop
erty and held mortgage on the body
and soul of Fynes. the exact nature of
the business didn't cut much Of fig
ure.
"Willett stalked away to see Fynes,
and he didn. come back What story
the landlord threw into him l don't
t know, but it was good. Willett left tie