The Irish standard. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn. ;) 1886-1920, 1908-11-28

NA"AsAaAO AouAu SlMS, Qud1ully enough,
to regard him with detached curiosity,
. rare animal, illustrating all that was
best and worst in his order. Endowed
with exceptional courage. his ad-
dress in emergencies seemed alto
gether admirable.
"Yeh guard them stairs" he decided,
suddenly. "I'll run through this hall,
nd see what's doing. Don't hesitate
to shoot If he tries to jump yeh." And
was gone, dumping briskly down the
corridor to the rear.
Maitland. yielding the initiative to
the others superior generalship, stood
sentinel, revolver in hand, until the
detective returned, overheated and
sweating, from his tour, to report
'.nothin' doin'," with characteristic
brevity. He had the same report to
make on both the twentieth and TWEEN.
ty.1rst floors, where the same pro.
cedure was observed; but as the latter
was reached unexpected and very vel
come achievements were gained by
the arrival of third car, containing
three patrolmen and one roundsman.
Yet numbers created delay; Hickey
was seized and compelled to pant ex-
plantations, to his supreme disgust.
And, suddenly impatient beyond en-
durance, Maitland left them and alone
sprang up the stairs.
That this was simple foolhardiness
may be granted without dispute. But
it must be borne in mind that he was
very young and ardent. very greatly
perturbed on behalf of an actor In
the tragedy in whom the police, to
their then knowledge, had no interest
whatsoever. And If in the heat of
chase he had for an instant forgotten
her, now he remembered; and at once
the capture of Anisty was relegated
to the status of a matter of secondary
importance. The real matter at stake
was the safety of the girl whom
Anisty, by exercise of an internal in
genuity that passed Maitland's COM
prehension, had managed to spirit into
this place of death and darkness and
whispering halls. Where she might
be, in what degree of suffering and
danger-these we're the considerations
that sent Inn in search of her without
thought of personal peril, but with
sick heart and overwhelmed with q
sitting sense of anxiety.
More active than the paunch-bur-
dened detective, he had sprinted down
and back through the hallway Of the
twenty.second floor, without discover
ing anything, ere the police contingent
had reached IN agreement and the
stairhead.
There remained two more floors, two
final flights. A little hopelessly he
swung up the first. And as he did SO
the blackness above him was riven by
a tongue Of fire, and a bullet, singing
past his head, fiattened itself with a
vicious spat against the marble dado
Of the walls. Instinctively he pulled
up, finger closing upon the trigger of
his revolver; fash and report fol-
lowed the motion, and a panel Of
ribbed glass in door overhead was
splintered and fell in clashing frag-
ments. all but drowning the sound of
feet in flight upon the upper staircase.
A. clamor of caution, warning, en-.
couragement, and advice broke out
from the police below. But Maitland
hardly heard. Already he was again
in pursuit, taking the steps two at a
leap. With hand upon the newell
post he swung round on the twenty.
third floor, and hurled himself toward
the foot Of the last fight. A crash
like rifle-shot rang out above. and
for a second he fancied that Anisty
had fired again and with a heavier
weapon. But Immediately he realized
that the noise had been only the slam
ming Of the door at the head Of the
stairs-the door whose glazed panel
doomed above him, shedding diffused
light to guide his footsteps, its opales.
cent surface lettered with the name Of
HENRY M. BANNERMAN,
Attorney & Counselor-at.Law,
the door Of the ONCE whose threshold
he had SO often crossed to meet a
friend and adviser. 1t was with a
shock that he comprehended this, a
thrill of wonder. He had all but for.
gotten that Bannerman owned an Of
fice in the building, in the rush, the
urge Of this wild adventure. Strange
that Anisty should have chosen It for
the scene of his last stand-strange,
and strangely fatal for the criminal!
For Maitland knew that from this
eyrie there was no means Of escape,
other than by the stairs.
Well and good! Then they had the
man, and
The thought was flashing in his
mind, illumining the darkness Of his
despair with the hope that he would
be able to force a word as to the girls
whereabouts from the burglar ere the
police arrived; Maitland's foot was
on the upper step, when q scream Of
mortal terror-her voice!-broke from
within. Half maddened. he threw him.
self bodily against the door, twisting
the knob with frantic fingers that
slipped upon its immovable polished
surface.
The bolt had been shot. he was