The Lake County times. [volume] (Hammond, Ind.) 1906-1933, 1907-06-19

| put the police on the track OF q much
| wanted Scoundrel. and he had very
| bravely prevented q member OF the
force from being badly worsted in the
ensuing encounter.
! A subscription would be made among
! the officers and men OF the division.
and they would give him a silver
watch with a suitable inscription.
! The inspector noted the address Civ
en- by Philip. 1t was on the tip Of his
tongue TO ask his Christian name.
when the constable suggested that they
/ should examine the stable in which
Mason had hidden.
| They went up the news. Philip
locked his door. extinguiShed his can
/ die and lay down on the mattress.
/ fully dressed, with his newly bought
rug for covering.
lie was so utterly tired, so exhausted
! physically and mentally 10y the sturm
ind drang of this eventful day that
he was sound asleep when the two
men returned.
/ They saw him through the window.
He's a fine lad" said the inspector
thoughtfully Il wonder what he is
going TO make of himself. We might
| have asked him who his friends were,
but they are not badly off, or he
couldn't have got that bag and his new
| clothes. What on earth caused Mason
to connect him with that diamond
story"
Its hard to say" observed the con
stable.
Il will look round and have Il chat
with him in the morning Poor little
/ chap! He's sleeping like top now"
The inspector called at No. John
/ sons News soon after 10 next morn
| ing, but the door was locked and the
! bird flown. He spoke to Mason after
! that worthy was remanded for a week,
/ but a nights painful seclusion haG
sealed the burglars lips. He vowed
with fearful emphasis. to get even"
with the kid who "ahted" him, for the
/ policeman's evidence had revealed the
truth concerning the arrest. But not
/ another word would Mason say about
the diamonds, and for a little while the
! inspector placed his overnight revela
tons in the category Of myths familiar
to the police in their daily dealings
with criminals.
Philip awoke shortly before Z.
He was cold and stiff The weather
was chilly, and there was no ardent
meteor in the back yard to keep the
temperature of the house at Il grateful
point during the night
But his active young frame quickly
disSipated the effects of 81 deep sleep
on a drafty floor He washed his face
and hands at the sink in the scuIlery,
ana his next thought was for break
fast, a proof, if proof were needed,
that he arose refreshed in mind and
body.
IN the Mile End road there are plen-
ty of early morning restaurants. At
one of them he made q substantial
meal, and, on his return to the news,
he lost not a moment in carrying out q
systematic search through all parts of
the house ard yard for any traces of
the meteor which might have escaped
his ken in the darkness.
Amid the earth and broken stones Of
the excavation there We're few frag-
mentS of ore and some atomic speci-
mems of the diamantiferous material
not sufficient, all told to ill the palm
of his hand, but he gathered them for
obvious reasons and then devoted five
vigorous minutes with Brien's spade
to the task of filling up the deep hole
itself
BY lowering the flagstones and
lii, L.
gave the small yard an appearance of
. chaos which might certainly puzzle
; people. but which would afford no pos
sible clew to the nature of the disturb
ing element.
at best they might imagine that the
Qread evidence on son. y eIru crime
lay in the broken area. If so, they
, could dig until they were tired. But
indeed. he was now guarding against II
most unlikely hypothesis. The prob
: ability was that Johnson's News would
soon cease to exist and become al
, most as fabulous as the island of At
lantiS.
. Moreover, he had a project dimly
outlined in his mind which might be-
come definite if all went we'll with
him that day. Then the ownership OF
No. 8, Johnsons News, would cease
to trouble him, for Philip was quite
D sure the whole power of the law would
s be invoked to prevent him from deal
e ing with his meteor if once the exact
e place where it fell became publicly
: known.
OBrien's shop was scarcely open be
y fore Philip was there with his remain
ing portmanteau.
y "Arrah, Phil, me bhoy! Where in the
name of goodness are We gatherin' the
beautiful leather TRUNKS from?" ask
ed the pensioner
> This is the last one" laughed th'
5 boy. Il am off now 10 find a cab, ant
you won't see me again until Monday
L FAX. he's q wonderful lad entirely