The Kendrick gazette. [volume] (Kendrick, Idaho) 1892-1968, 1908-01-17
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CHAPTER X.-(Continued.)
''Do you think you may safely intro
duce me to Dobroski now" demanded
Zeno, with q smile Of boastful self-com-
placence.
"Who are your" Frost demanded.
SLOWS it done? There amt a feature"
He stared hard at Zeno, losing for once
his own shrinking gaze.
"Would you like to see it go a little
further" asked Zeno, laughing. He slip
ped his hand to his mouth, Frost heard
. slight clicking sound, and there was
his companion grinning at him with a
horrible gap-toothed laugh, which startled
him so that he recoiled a pace or two.
Zeno laughed triumphantly and noisily.
And now," he said, when his laugh was
over, will you introduce me to Dob
roski?" His voice had undergone great
change, and Kissed and whistled through
the gaps in his teeth like that of an old
man.
Frost stared at him still, as if he we're
fascinated. This gets me down." he
said. This gets me down, and kicks
me while I'm down. Wait Bit" he said,
somewhat recovering from his surprise !;
I'll show you something" He pulled
open small drawer. and taking from it a
photograph of considerable size, threw it
on the table, Zeno took it, and after the
merest glance stared up at Frost with an
expression of amazement almost as COM
plete as Frost himself had worn few
moments earlier. The photograph was an
enlarged copy of the one which Angela
had found among the stereoscopic views
In the little exhibition of Janenne.
"How did you come by this?" he asked,
recovering himself.
"Dobroski gave it me. was going to
show it to you to warn you off. There
isn't a man in the neighborhood here that
hasn't seen it and studied it. There
isn't one of any note among them that
hasn't got copy of it."
"Dobroski gave it your" said Zeno, in
q new amazement. my good Frost,
have been as cunning as serpent. 1
have had down there at Janenne bung-
ling spy who did not know me, who was
set to watch Dobroski, such a bungler
that he was certain to find him out, and
did find him out, and l had him there
to draw attention from myself. talked
with Dobroski sometimes, bit of broken
English, bit of broken French. fool
ed him completely to my own idiotic self
satisfaction, and he knew me all the time.
Oh, tell you he is a master. Never a
sign. A sign? Not the least. least, lit
tie, little sign for weeks, and he knew
all the time! A master"
At that instant there came a loud
knocking at the front door, and Frost,
putting his head out Of the window,
peered downward.
who's there?" he cried. "The house
b all abed.'
ut is 1, Mr.. Frost" said quiet voice
below. "Can I speak to you for q mo-
ment7"
Mr.. Frost drew In his head so sudden
ly and incautiously that he struck 1t
resoundingly upon the woodwork of the
window, and then the spy and the traitor
faced each other. The same word was
on the lips Of each, and dropped In q
mere whisper: "Dobroski I"
Bring him here" said the SPY. 1--WE
can tell between us If he knows me. A
little courage. Take the bull BY the
horns. We can save all IL there is any
thing to save-do all If there is anything
to be done. Co."
With all this breathed in one rapid
whisper in Frost's ear, he pushed him
from the room. While he blunderingly
descended Zeno advanced stealthily like a
cat and restored the window and the blind
to their old position.
do wear anything he could know"
he asked himself. He released with
rapid fingers a single button of his waist
coat, slid the bar of his watch chain
through the buttonhole and transferred
watch and chain to his coat pocket. Then
he stripped his fingers Of the rings he
wore and put them in his purse. and as
he did SO he heard the jar with which
the front door opened. His breath came
hard and fast, and his fat cheeks were
blanched, but he seated himself in a
battered armchair near the fire.
"Are you alone, sir?" asked Dobroski,
when Frost had opened the door. Can
I speak with your"
II am not alone, Mr.. Dobroski.' an
swered Frost. II have q friend with me.
Will you come in? He would like to
meet you, sir. He is a countryman of
yours"
II will come in for a moment" said
Dobroski. He entered from the rain,
which was driving down rapidly, and as
Frost closed the door he said, in tran
gull and ordinary tones, "Mr. Zeno is
here. He arrived in London this even
Ing"
CHAPTER XII.
For a moment Frost felt hollow, and
had some ado to stand upright. He held
the handle Of the door In one hand, and
with the other propped himself against
the wall.
"Zeno?" he contrived to say, in a voice
which he knew to be much unlike his
own. "Ah. The Spy"
He expected some sort of instant con-
domination for IN hia sfa rtl>d y,,ird H.