Arizona republican., 1905-06-04

build. Maidslow hadn't a relative this side of the Rockies-no one would miss him. Crigg knew that.
 Spotty Crigg went so far in his mind before he thought of the tattoo mark. Captain Wynch had mentioned it as the proof that there was no mistake. And then CIigg thought of me. I sup pose lots of people would have stop ped there, but Spotty Crigg had the nerve, I'll say that for him-nerve Of a thousand.
 | He worked Letterblair to drink him. self to sleep. and then had him packed up stairs, and put to bed, dead to the world. The next move was easy. | Crigg tok Harry Maidslow into his of | flee, fed him knockout drops and car ried him up to the same room with i Letterblair. Side by side he laid them | both, and stripped them to the under shirts.
 That was the way I found them when a hurry call brought me to the board ing house. I thought, at first, they were both dead. It gave me the hor- TOTS to hear Crigg tell me that I was to copy the tattoo mark. Twas like working on a dead man. One drunk. the other drugged, lying on a little, cheap old bed, and Spotty, who wasn't a nice, clean-lOOking sort of a person, anyway, leaning over them with a can dle.
 When he told me what he wanted. kicked until he put on the screws. He could drive me off the water front, if he cared. I new that, and he reminded me of it, besides offering me $50 So, at last. I went at it, he telling me all the time to hurry. I never worked so fast in all my life. By two hours you couldn't tell one mark from the other. except that Maidslow's was new, and Letterblair's old. Next we shaved Maidslow's moustache off, for Tom always wore a smooth face. Then we changed their clothes, putting the swell rig on Maidslow, and the old clothes on Letterblair.
 Next Spotty took Maidslow, got him into hack, drove him to a dory he had in waiting and rowed out to the Treasure Trove. which was in the stream waiting to sail next morning. Captain Wynch was cursing a pur- pie streak, because SDotty had been so long. He went over the descrition, though, and looked at the right arm to make sure, just as Crigg expected him to do. It looked all right, because a tattoo mark don't begin to swell until the day after; beside Wynch was see ing it under a fo'castle lamp.
 It was all right, so far. But Crigg, who wasn't so keen, by a jugful, as he thought he was, hadn't figured on one thing. The Letterblairs had an aunt, Mrs. Burden, without chick or child of Ter own. She was an old relig- ious lady, with bodies of money and a whooping temper-a regular holy ter TOT. She didn't cotton to the sisters at all; in fact, she hated them, but she was soft over Tom Letterblair.. When ever she wasn't turning loose her mon ey, stringing hospitals and churches all the way to Sacramento she was hand ing it over to the kid, who had only an allowance until he was 21. He and the parsons were the only ones who got her to loosen up. She had no son, and I guess on the quiet she had a sneaking liking for the way he was carrying on. Sort of thrilled her. You know how some of those pious old girls like Q man that's real bad. She cod dled him to death, and fought the sis ters for being hard on the boy.
 Spotty's luck turned so that she pick ed the very next morning for a show down with the sisters over the way