The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1905-06-17

ment with him now. Your grace will
understand that I couldn It interfere
with him, seeing that he had ticket
and you didn It prefer no charge9N
s mA 1ghht' bgs SaT wsarv reP sme Be2Ht
reaIiy do Masn It H1 matteS s He seems to
have taken me for a mailman, while [
took him for a deadhead, that's all:
These little misunderstanding will
arise, you know. We're behind time,
eh9' .,. .
Taking the hint, the guard retired
Stunning his seat in a frame of mind
only to, be described as mixed. He.
stared out into the gloom of night,
wondering what was to come next. His
little strategem had succeeded, in SO
far as it had revealed Marker as the
possessor Of a ticket, and, therefore,
presumably sGhargssd with some de- de-
shed no light on the nature Of that de-
sign. But the adroitness with which
| the wretched spy had extricated him
self made him gnash his teeth because
of the impudent reliance on his inabil-
ity to assign reason to the guard for
was clear evidence that Mr.. Marker
was under the seat with very real
purpose. ~.
Had that purpose been entirely
thwarted by his discoveryg was the
question which buzzed thru the duke IS
brain to the tune Of the rolling wheels.
There had been an air of insolent conf
ticket and walked away which hardly
tailed with total discontinue And
then, unused Beaumanoir, was there not
ground for further apprehension in his
selection Of a fresh compartment and a
fresh travelling companions Gould it be
4lo4 ~ 1o1 4l,a
train at Elstree was an accomplice,
and that Mr.. Marker had gone to re-
port to him and concert new measures
It might well be 50, for, whether wit
tlngly or no, the staggering passenger
had certainly caused the diversion
which had enabled Marker to open the
door on the off side and creep under the
.! seat.
The reflection that the spy might
have confederates on the train did not
add to Beaumanoir's equanimity, and
at the next stop he let down the win.
dow again and peered along the line Of
carriages. Sure enough, he caught a
r glimpse Of head protruding from
the the compartment into which Marke,
Marker himself, but Of the imperious
person who had played the magnate
and distracted the guard. The hea6
was instantly withdrawn, but it hao
done useful work in convincing Beau
MANOR that he was really an object OF
interest in that quarter, and not te
Marker alone.
II wish they would do something
) and end this beastly suspense thu
hunted man muttered to himself as tn,
train moved on once more; utho, fol
| the matter Of that, they can It do any
/ thing, till I get out at Tarrant Road
| unless they openly come to the door ant
shoot mo at ono of tho fom pamo IN
4 stoppages.'
: But he was soon to learn that sta
t tioDs were not to be the only stopping
/. places for the S.45 that night. It ha,
9 come to a steep gradient, up which j
! was p1odding laboriously when sud
: denly there was humping tifnd tina
!: hurled Beaumanoir on to the opposit
f seat; the wheels screeched on the met
9 ais as if in agony; tremor as Of i'm
t pending dissolution quivered thru tn
! fra network of the carriage, and TIL
train was jerked to a standstill.
d Beaumanoir had the door open il
stantly with. his own private key an
line nearly fell into the arms Of tn
= guard, hurrying from the rear van t.
e ward the engine.
run into an obstruction. expec
:. your .grace-nothing very serious,
t hope, = painted the guard as he wen
|. scrunchlng over the ballast to the Gel
I ter of disaster.
it People were sWarming out Of the ca
IS riages, all Of them evidently MOI
s. frightened than hurt, and Beaumano
r strained his eyes thru the leapin
Escuffling figures to the compartment O
,s cupied by his enemies. Yes, there the
g were, and apparently the thing was |
ID be done in character to the last. tt
r tall, well dressed man opened the doc
n called q GuardIo in the same old tor
of Importance, and. getting no respons
x began to leisurelv descend on to the pc
e manent way, followed by Marker, WI
d. feigned to Hold no converse with hir
lie At the same time there hastenea up IL
I'll man who had handed in the hatbox ar