Waterbury evening Democrat., 1907-06-28

bOuc ouo Culleu odmuy UT noiuetuluS very like it. See the first piece, with It's 'mmyT That is clearly from the be- ginning of the note. because there Is no line between 1t and the smooth, straight edge of the paper above; also. nothing follows on the same line. Some one writes to Crockett-presuming 1t to be l letter addressed to him, as I do for other reasons-as Sammy. It is pity that there is no more of the letter to be found than these pieces. I expect the person who tore It up put the rest In his pocket and dropped these by ac- cident."
 | Kentish, who had been picking up and examining each piece in turn, now dolorously broke out:
 "Oh, it's plain he's sold us-bolted and done us. Me as took him out O the gutter tool Look here-'throw them over.' That's plain enough. Can't mean anything else. Means throw me over and my friends-me after what I've done for him! Then right away go right away, s'pose, as he has done. Then"-he was fiddling with the scraps and finally fitted two together-"why, look here! This one with lane on 1t fits over the one about throwing over, and it says poor f where it's torn. That means poor fool s'pose-me- or 'fathead' or something like that. That's nice! Why, I'd twist his neck if could get hold of him, and will"
 Hewitt smiled. Perhaps it's not quite so uncomplimentary, after all" he said. If you can't recognize the writing, never mind. But if he's gone away to sell you 1t isn't much use find- ing him, is it? He won't win if he doesn't want to-"
 Why, he wouldn't dare to rope un- der my very eyes. Id-Id"-
 Well, well, perhaps we'll get him to run, after all, and as well as he can. One thing is certaln-he left this place 1 of his own will. Further, think he Is in Padfield now. He went toward the town, I believe. And I don't think he means to sell you"
 Well, he shouldn't I've made it worth his while to stick to me. I've put fifty on for him out of my own pocket and told him so, and if he won that would bring him lump more than he'd probably get by going crook ed, besides the prize money and any thing I might give him over. But it seems to me he's putting me in the cart altogether"
 That we shall sec Meantime don't mention anything I've told you to any one, aot even Steggles. By the bye, Steggles Is indoors, isn't he? Very well, keep him in. Don't let him be seen hunting about this evening. I'll stay here tonight, and we'll proceed with Crockett's business in the morn ing. And Bow we'll settle my busi- ness, please"
 In the morning Hewitt took his breakfast in the snuggery, carefully listening to any conversation that might take place at the bar. Soon after 9 o'clock fast dogcart stopped outside, and red faced, loud voiced man swaggered in, greeting Kentish with boisterous cordiality. He had n drink with the landlord and said: "How's things? Fancy any of 'em for the sprint handicap? Got a lad O your own in, haven't youT'
 "Oh, yes" Kentish replied; Crockett. Only young un not got to his proper mark yet, I reckon. think old Tay- lor's got No. l thls time.'
 Capital lad" the other replied, with a confidential nod shouldn't wonder at all. Want to do anything yourself over it?"
 No, don't think so. I'm not on at present. Might have little iutter Oh the grounds just for fun; nothing else"
 There were few more casual re- marks, and then the red faced man drove away.
 "who was thatl" asked Hewitt, who had watched the visitor through the snuggery window.
 That's Danby. bookmaker. Cute chap. He's been told Crockett's miss ing, I'll bet anything, ed come here to pump me. No good. though. As a matter of fact, I've worked Sammy Crockett into bis books for about half I'm in for ltogether-through third parties, of course"
 Hewitt reached for his hat. "I'm go. ing out for half an hour now" he said. If Steggles wants to go out before l come back, don't let him. Let him go and smooth over all those tracks on the cinder path very carefully. And. by the bye. could you manage to have your son about the place today in case happen to want little help out of doorsY
 Certainly; I'll get him to stay in. But what do you want the cinders smoothed for2'
 Hewitt smiled and patted his hosts shoulder. 'rll explain all my little tricks when tho jobs done." be said. and went out
 On the lane from Padfeld to Sedby village stood the Plough beer house. wherein J. Webb was licensed to sell by retail beer to be consumed on the premises or of as the thirsty list. Nancy Webb. with very fine color. a very curly fringe and a wids smiling mouth revealing q u=e scs .. t-~On. came to the bar at the summons of a stoutish old gentleman in spectacles who walked with a stick.
 The stoutish old gentleman had a glass of bitter beer and then said in the peculiarly quiet voice of a very de7f man, "Can you tell me, If you .a.. IA t.a