The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1906-01-11

& Office al0crtaaa.A ~ ~. aSr.sSlts were
y a lns Chu6b's safe, which he had CIV
en- up at glance. Nor had he looked
at the silver, except to choose ciga-
rette case for me. He had confined
himself entirely to the shop window.
This was III three compartments, each
secured for the night by removable
panels with separate locks. Raf1es
had removed them a few hours before
their time, and the electric light shone
OF corrugated shutter bare as the
ribs of an empty carcass. Every ar
ticle Of value was gone from the one
place which was invisible from the lit
tie window in the door. Elsewhere all
was as it had been left overnight. And
but for train of mangled doors be-
hind the iron curtain, bottle of wine
and cigar box with which liberties
had been taken, rather black towel
in the lavatory, burnt match here
and there and our finger marks on the
dusty bannisters not trace of our
visit did we leave.
Had it in my head for long?" said
Rallies as we strolled through the
streets toward dawn, for all the world
as though we were returning from a
dance. mo, Bunny, 1 never thought
of it till saw that upper part empty
about month ago and bought a few
things in the shop to get the lay Of the
land. That reminds me that l never
paid for them; but, by Jove, will to-
morrow, and if that isn't poetic JUS
tice what is? One visit showed me
the possibilities of the place, but a
second convinced me of it's impossi-
bilities without a pal. So had prac-
| tically given up the idea when you
came along on the very night and in
the very plight for it. But here we are
at the Albany, and hope there's some
fire left, for l don't know how you
feel, Bunny, but for my part I'm as
cold as Keats OWL
He could think of Keats on his way
from felony. He could banker for
his fireside like another Flood gates
/, We're loosed within me, and the plain
English of our adventure rushed over
me as cold as ice. Raf1ies was bur-
glar. I had helped him to commit
one burglary; therefore I was bur-
| glar too. Yet could stand and warm
myself by his fire and watch him
empty his pockets as though we had
done nothing wonderful or wicked.
My blood froze My heart sickened
My brain whirled. How had liked
this villain! How I had admired him!
How my liking and admiration must
turn to loathing and disgust! l waited
for the change. l longed to feel 1t in
my heart. But longed and l waited
in vain.
l saw that he was emptying his
| pockets. The table sparkled with their
hoard. Rings by the dozen, diamonds
by the score, bracelets, pendants.
aigrets, necklaces, pearls, rubies, anne
thysts, sapphires and diamonds al
ways, diamonds in everything, flashing
bayonets of light, dazzling me-blind-
: l could no longer forget. Last Of all
came no gem, indeed, but my own re-
yolver from an inner pocket. And that
struck chord. suppose said some
thing-my hand few out. l can see
Rallies now as ne looked at me once
more with a high arch over each clear
4 eye. l can see him pick out the car
tridges with his quiet, cynical smile
before he would give me my pistol
back again.
You maynt believe it, Bunny" said
lie, "but never carried a loaded one
before. On the whole, think it gives
one confidence. Yet it would be very
awkward if anything Went wrong
One might use it, and that's not the
game at all, though / have Otter
thought that the murderer who has
just done the trick must have great
sensations before things get too hot fol
him. Don't look SO distressed, my
dear chap. I've never had those sensa
tons, and don't suppose ever shall.
But this much you have done be
fore?" said l hoarsely.
Before? My dear Bunny, you Offend
me- Did it look like first attempt
OF course have done it before
"OftenY'
, "Well, no; not often enough to de
stroy the charm, at all events-never
as a matter Of fact, unless I'm cursed
,