Lewiston evening teller. [volume] (Lewiston, Idaho) 1903-1911, 1907-11-16


moment.
"Confound your he shouted. "Why
don't you answer meT'
"I-my name is Philip Arson The
manager-the--bank -
AS a spent fox will vainlya try the
last despairing device of climbing
tree In full sight Of the hounds, so did
Victor Grenier evolve the desperate
scheme that perhaps = perhaps = he
might carry out feeble pretense of
self assertion.
If only he could get away into the
crowded station. into the streets. stink
into obscurity while the chase swept
past he might yet endeavor to escape.
you Philip Arson! You vile inn
postorl / am sorely inclined to wiring
your neckr'
Philip came nearer In sheer fright
lest the other might give effect to his
words Grenier again backed his chair
violently. 1t caught against thick
rug, and he fell headlong. For an in
slant they all thought he had hurt
himself seriously.
The doctor and manager ran to pick
him up, but he rose to his knees and
whined:
II will tell everything. l mean. there
is some mistake. Look at my letters,
my bank books. They are Philip An
sons. Indeed there is a mistake"
On the table were many documents
and a pile of bank notes. Everything
was in order, neatly pinned and dock
or A of toll Of xvhial,
the topmost was signed Evelyn"
caught Philips eye. He took them up
Not only were his betrothed's mes
sages preserved, but copies of Gre
nier's replies were inserted in their
proper sequence.
And Evelyns Letters. too, lay before
him. He flushed with anger as he read.
oh" he cried in sudden blaze, 'if
talk with this scoundrel | shall do
| him an injury. Send for the police
They will know how to deal with him"
The mere mention of the police gal
vanized Grenier into the activity OF
wildcat. He had risen to his feet and
was standing Imply between the doc
tor and manager when that hated word
electrified him.
With one spring he was free of them,
rushing frantically to the door. After
him went all three, the manager lead
ing.
Grenier tore the door open and got
outside. 1t was hopeless attempt. He
would be stopped by hotel porters at
the foot of the stairs by the managers
loud voiced order. Yet he raced for
dear liberty trusting blindly to fate.
And fate met him more than half
way.
A tall man coming upstairs with a
page boy encountered Grenier flying
downward. He grabbed him in
clutch of iron and cried sardonically:
"No, you don't! A word with me
first if the devil was at your heelsv'
Intent on his prize. he paid no heed
/ to others.
(which is his ?" he said to the
boy
'No. Al, SIR" stammered the young
ster, who thought that milIionaires
should be treated With more ceremony
than this wolf eyed stranger bestowed
on the great Mr.. Arson.
w OLt' tlAth' i IL DIlIiS
ut is Jocky Mason" murmured Phil
/ p to DR., Scarth With the manager
/ they had halted in the corridor. Ma
| Ton strobe past them, with eyes only
/ .or the covering Grenier. who was
making piteous appeals to be set free.
The stronger ruffian threw his con-
/ federate into room Al and was about
/ to close the door when he saw Philip,
4 close behind him.
/ He stepped back a pace mute, rigid,
\ seeking with glaring eyes to learn
4 whether or not he was the victim of
/ halIucination.
! Philip knew him instantly. The
/ voice he heard on the stairs, the 20
! liceman's rough but accurate picture.
! the recollection of the captive of John
/ sons News. all combined to tell him
! that in truth Jocky Mason stood be-
! fore him.
! More than that, the would be MUIR
derer handled his accomplice in a way
that promised interesting develop
ments. Now, perchance, the truth
might be ascertained. Escape was out
Of the question for either of them. The
managers cry had brought four strong
porters pellmell TO the spot.
You and l will enter" said Arson
to DIR. Scarth. YOU" to the manager,
might kindly remain here with your
men for few minutes"
/ "Shall | summon the police?"
"Not yet. l want to clear matters
somewhat. They are dreadfully tan
gled."
Mason, spellbound, but fearless as
ever, heard the dead man speak, saw
him move. He could not refuse the
evidence of eyes and ears. AS Philip
advanced into the room the giant put
his hands wildly to his head and sob
bed brokenly:
THANK God! Thank God! For my
boys sake, not for mine!"
His extraordinary attitude, his no
less extraordinary words, amazed at
/ least two of his bea rars GrenIer ron