Charlevoix county herald. (East Jordan, Mich.) 189?-1953, 1908-06-20
CHAPTER MV.-Continued.

Yes, l suppose So said | dryly
"But the woman has done me service
saved my life, l may say-and I'm
willing to forget the bad in her.
That's not for me to say, sor; but
there's quare things happens, no
doubt"
This note" I continued, sis writ
ten over her name | don't know
whether it came from her or not; but
If she sent it ! must see her 1t may
be case of life or death for me-"
"An' if it didn't come from herr"
asked the policeman shrewdly.
Then" said | grimly, its likely to
be case Of death if | venture alone"
III tell you what, Mr.. Wilton" said
CCrson after a pause. IF you'll wait
a bit, I'll go with you-that is, if
there isn't somebody else you'd like
better to have by your side tonight.
You don't look to have any of your
friends about
Just the thing" | said heartily
There's no one I'd rather have. Well
go down as soon as we can get bite
to eat"
I'll have to wait bit, sor, till my
relief comes. He'll be along soon. AS
for getting a bite, you can't do better
than wait till you get to Mother Bor-
tons. It's a rough place, but it's got
name for good cooking"
( was bewildered.
~ guess there's not much to be got
III the way of eating in the house
There was nothing left in it yester-
day morning but the rats" l spoke
with considerable emphasis.
. That's quare, now" he said, look
Ing TO see if there was q jest behind
the words. "But twas all there when
Mcpherson and put club to drunk
as was raising the Ould Nick in the
place and smashing the bottles, not
six hours ago. When we took him
away in the Express wagon the ould
woman was rowling out those long
black curses in a way that would
warm the heart of the foul fiend him
self"
There was some fresh mystery
about this. | held my tongue with the
reflection that / had better let it
straighten itself out than risk a Stun
BILE by asking about things | ought to
know.
Corsons relief soon appeared. ITS
a nasty night" he said, buttoning up
his overcoat closely, as Corson gave
him a brief report of the situation on
the beat.
It's good for them as likes it dark,
said Corson.
Its Just such a night as we haC
when Donaldson was murdered. DC
you mind it,"
do l mind it? Am likely to forgit
It? Well, pleasant time to you, me
boy Come along, sor. We'd better
be moving. You won't mind stepping
up to the hall with me, will ye, while
report?"
Certainly not" said with shiver
half at the grim suggestion of muir
der and half at the chill of the fol
and the cutting wind that blew tht
cold vapor through to the skin.
You've no overcoat," said Corson
well stop and get one I'll have min,
from She station.
The silence of the house Of myster!
was no less threatening now than Oh
the night when Henry Wilton wal
walking through the halls on the wa!
TO his death. But the stout-heartet
policeman by my side gave me con
fidence, and no sign showed the pres
ence Of an enemy as / secured Henry
heavy overcoat and the large revolve
he had given me, and we took on
way down the stairs.
A short visit to the grimy, foul
smelling basement of the City Hall,
brisk walk with the cutting wind a
our backs and l felt rather than saw
ahat we were in the neighborhood o
xhe scene of my adventures of nigh
that had come SO near costing me m.
life. and then 1 saw the lantern sigI
give forth its promise of the varied en-
tertainment that could be had at Boz
toms.