Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1908-11-03
scale of fright and rage.

scale of fright and rage.
Lower your voice, you asst" the
burglar responded. sternly. And"
He took his own advice; and for a
little time the conference was con.
Quoted in guarded tones that did not
penetrate the dividing wall save as a
deep rumbling alternating with an i'm
FASHIONED squeak.
But long ere this had come TO pass
the girl was risking all at the tele-
phone Receiver to ear she was i'm
ploring central to connect her with
Ninety -eight-nin Madison. II only she
might get Maitland. tell him where the
jewels were hidden, warn him to re
move them-then she could escape
further suffering by open confession
What NUMBER" came central's Ian
guild query, after a. space. Did you
say nine-ought-nine-eigh
mo, no, central. Nine.o-eight-nine
Madison, please, and hurry-hurry!"
"Ah, I'm ringin' 'em. They amt
answered yet. Gimme time. There
they are. SO ahead"
Hello, hello!"
"Pwhat Is ut?"
Her heart sank; O'Hagan's voice
meant that Maitland was out
"O'Hagan-is that you? Tell Mr.
Maitland"
He's GAVIN out for the noight an
Tell him, please"
But he's out Ring up In the
marnin'."
"Bnt can't you take this message
for him? Please"
The door was suddenly jerked open
and Anisty leaped into the room, face
white with passion. Terrified, the
girl sprang from the desk, carrying the
instrument with her, placing the re-
volving chair between her and her
enemy
The brass bowl, please-tell him
that" she cried clearly into the 70
ceiver.
And Anisty was upon her, striking
the telephone from her grasp with
one swift blow and selling her savage,
ly by the wrist. AS the instrument
clattered and pounded on the floor she
was sent Keeling and staggering half
way across the room.
As she brought up against the nat.
topped desk, catching its edge and
saving herself a fall, the burglar
caught up the telephone.
who is that?" he shouted, impera-
lively, into the transmitter.
Whatever the reply. 1t seemed to
please him. His brows cleared, the
wrath that had made his face almost
unacceptable subsidized; he even
smiled. And the girl trembled. know.
ing that he had solved her secret: for
she had hoped against hope that the
only words he could have heard her
speak would have had too cryptic q
significance for his comprehension.
As, slowly and composedly, he re-
placed the receiver on its hook and
returned the instrument to the desk,
short and rotund figure of man, in
rumpled evening dress and wearing 9
wilted collar, hoped excitedly into the
room, cast at the girl one terrified
glance out Of eyes that glittered with
excitement like black diamonds, set
in face the hue of yeast, and
clutched the burglars arm.
ooh, Anisty, Anisty!" he cried,
piteously. What is It? What is It?
Tell met"
Its all right" returned the burglar.
Don't you worry, little man. Pull
yourself together" And laughed.
"But wl1at-what-" stammered the
other.
only that she's given herself away"
chuckled Anisty; beautifully and
completely. The brass bowl says she
thinking, l never saw one on Matt
hands desk!-and 'O'Hagan, and who
the divvle are your says the man on
the other end Of the wire, when / ask
who he is"
"And? And?" pleaded tho little
man, dancing with worry.
"And it means that my lady here re-
turned the jewels to Maitland by hid
ing them Under brass ash-receiver on
his desk--ass that was not to Know!
You are cute, my LADY," with an
ironic salute to the girl, but you've
met your match in Anisty."
"And," demanded the other as the
burglar snatched up his hat and coat,
what will you do, Anisty?"
"Do?" contemptuously. why,
what is there to do but go and get
them? We've risked too much and
made New York too hot for the two
of us, my dear sir, to get out OF the
game without the profits"
But beg of you"
you needn't -grimly. 1T won't
bring you in any money"
But Maitland"
'Is out. O'Hagan answered the
phone. Don't you understand"
But he may return
"That's his lookout. I'm sorry for
him if he does" Anisty produced the
revolver from his pocket, and twirled
! the cylinder significantly. II owe Mr..
I Maitland something" he said, nodding
to the wkite-faced girl by the table,
"and / shouldn't be sorry to"
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