The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1905-07-22
THF DIXIE DECIDES MYSTERY STORY BY HEADoN HILL

whom he did not rec ognize, in the faint
light diffused from the corridor, as Rosa,
Mrs Mrs. Talmage .Eglinton''s French maid;
old man and Of the trim soubrette-
stood motionless and silent Just within
the doorway. evidently mastering the
landmarks Of the room. Then, at
whisper from Ziegler, the maid glided
with nod of comprehension to the
nearest window. and was busy with the
hasp when the rattle Of still another
movements. She swung the easement
outwards, and in a mufled voice called
down:
g This 20 right room. You are to
come oop.'
A rustlinag noise, as Of foliage shah-
that if he waited longer he might be
beset by. a horde Of assailants. It
spurred him to instant action. Set in
the wall close to his place Of conceal
ment was the switch Of the electric
light, and stretching out his left hand
ping forward and covering Ziegler with
his pistol. The old man blinked at him
in tho sudden glow, and then, quietly
turning, shut the door. His object must
have been to prevent his voice penetrat-
ing into, the house, for he croaked out
to the trenchwonlan by the window the
petulant order:
m ~ Benzon to hurry"
glare with which she was regarding
Beaumanoir, put out her head and
obeyed. A renewal Of the rustling and
the sound of heavy breathing told her
that her request had been heard, and
drew a harsh laugh from ziegler.: Fix
marked calmly, in his thin falsetto:
; "Ihe champion safe-cracksman Of
America will be here in a moment.
; Your grace will have the opportunity
Of seeing very pretty piece of work
} if you care to remain till have ex-
changed this package for the one in
} side. You are not going to be fool
self away, at this stage, and if you
!. were, my friend Benzon would be equal
> to the OCCASION" And holding up the
parcel Of tissue paper which he had re-
J. ceived from Forsyth in the crypt, he
shook it mockingly at the duke.
But in so doing he reckoned literally
:, wrenched his lame foot painfully Beau
MANOR leaped upon him, and, crushing
the white beard to throat that some
how seemed less scraggy than might
9 have been expected, dragged him to
t the door and contrived to get it open
J. pair stumbled into the corridor, and
Q Beaumanoir. was about to shout Justify
b for help, when his voice dwindled into
Q Thank God, YOU comet I've got
t this one, but there is woman in
8 there, and-and Others are coming in
t thru the window Is y
r For in the corridor, hurrying towards
) him, were General Sadgrove, Senator
e sherman and Alec Forsyth, each with
e revolvers, in their hands, while Sybi
g Hanbury brought up the rear, looking
as IT she resented that position. In the
>, presence of this formidable phalans
t grasp, and indeed he himself was swept
It back by it, still holding on, into the
n imminent room, where the woman Rose
" was In the act OF retreating from the
/, window. The general took command
3, quite, naturally, bidding Forsyth guard
3, the door,, while he himself advanced tt
II to the window, very stern and upright
> and muttering as he went:
ir What can Azimoolah have beer
n about9 He must be past his work
d But the words were hardly spoken
f when the subject Of his censure leapet
e in thru the window, drawing his breath
d quickly, but not p 9therwise j, inconven
it which he carried over his shoulder, ane
9, now proceeded to dump like sacl
y. on the floor. After securing the win
le dow, the Pathan turned and gravely
h saluted the general.
c. HThere were three others, sahib, bu
they are gone" he. said simply. ga
r sight Of tho servant fear seemed t
% fall upon them, SO that they fled acros
n the madam like deer flushed by
Is cheetah. But this one was alread,
g climbed nigh to the window, SO I fol
a. lowed, and choking him little, brough
it him in. - And with his foot he slightl,
g spurned. the motionless form Of his pris
10 oner, whom the duke and Forsyth rec
20 ognized as the hero Of the watch-sprin
ID saw who had been surprised cuttin
1t out the panel at Beaumanoir house
in week before.
t. g Clicked him littlelO said the gen
e. eral with q grim chuckle. s Y on don
a seem to have left much life in him, bu
s. it was no case for standing on cere
the hf facinp aonnd 10 Whsr
d. Beaumanoir stood with his grip on Ziea