The Spokane press. [volume] (Spokane, Wash.) 1902-1939, 1908-04-23
CHAPTER vi
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where's to be seen. They must have
took 1t right inside the stables, for
the coachhouse doors was open"
That was to get Mr. Wood
away" said the American detective.
How do you know that? You
| don't even know that he was there
at ALL" sneered the colonel.
"Hah! You wait. Guess you'll
see" retorted Mr.. Snuyzer.
| ut was half an hour or more
afore the carriage came out again, "
continued Joe. "And there was
three chaps coined out first,
a-laughing and a-talking. l heerd
one of EN- say, Not much fight
about him now
| "The carriage, it was druv out
fast through the gate into the road,
and straight on for London. had
to settle what I'd do, and quick, too.
You'd told me, sir, to watch the
house, and if anyone come out to
let you know. Well. | judged they
would all come out, anyways l was
bound to let you know, and I'd an
idea that the carriage'd help me to
the next move. If | follered it I'd
find where they'd all gone to.
$50 with that I scrubbed a mes
sage on the gate, case you coined
down and missed me, and l started
running all | knew to catch up the
carriage. l picked it up long way
this side Of the bridge, although
was near baked and done brown
But | hitched onto the back part
like as I've done a thousand times
afore, and rode like a gentleman all
the way up 'Ammersmith road right
into Kensington.
There one of your blooming in
terfering coves wot sees me on my
perch gives the Office to the man
a-driving, who rounds with his whip
and gives me wot for. held on for
all the cuts of the cord, though they
stung like hot nettles. | was pretty
well slashed all over, when all at
once the jarvey stops his osses and
before could climb down a Teller
the same little black faced Teller
came and COPIED me right where
sat behind. He was awful mad.
"'You devils spawn! It's you, is
lit? Aha This is the second time
I've caught you spying. Tell me
who sent you, or by'-some foreign
lingo-I'll DO for you
But mum was the word with
me. | wouldn't "a let on if he'd
cut me to ribbons Chuck it,
said, chuck it, or call the coppers.
If I've done wrong it's for them to
pick me up, not you. I'll answer to
them
"He didn't much like the talk Of
the police, I could see that; they
might want to know more about
him than he chose to tell. That
settled him, l think, for he dragged
me up to the carriage door, opened
it, and showed me in. I saw the
lady, the same dona, was there, and
by her side big bundle of some
thing, figure of man it might "a
been, all wrapped up in rugs and
blankets and things.
"The carriage soon turned into
some yard, private it looked like;
but they gave me no time to spy,
for the Teller from the box came
down directly we stopped and had
mem out in a jiffy.
ERE he says, we've got first
to do with you. Lay hold on him,
Then two other chaps grabs me by
the arms and rushes me head down,
that smelt of mouldy straw and
garbage-some sort Of cellar, where
they locked door on me; and
was laid up in limbo like a crook
in chokey or rat in trap.
at took me half an hour or SO
to shake myself together. First
thing that gave me heart was a
streak Of daylight up top of the
calabooZe, and when | struck a
match l found it coined through
an old iron grating. which | soon
overhauled. Tworn't set so tight
that | couldn't soon loosen brick,
although I tore my hands a bit be-
fore got the thing right out. Then
I'd a job to lift myself up by my
arms; but I'm strong in the arms,
and by and by | scrambled through
that grating-thats what tore my
clOthes-and out on to the yard
above. 1t was the one as we'd
drux into. A stable yard at the
back of a tall house all shut up,
windows shattered, blinds down.
no one at home, you'd say The
stables was empty-nO horses,
helpers, no traps. l couldn't find
that the stables joined on to the
house neither; but | judged it was
better not to hang about too long
or they'd be coping me again. So
| makes for the yard doors. They
| was only barred on the inside, and
got out right enough into the
back lane.
THE stables was in Featherstone
News, No. 7. To make sure
chalked something on the doors.
The stables was at the back of
Featherstone gardens, and belong
ed, should say, to No. T."
In a few minutes more we had
started In cabs--I in hanson with
| Sir Charles-straight for Feather
stone gardens. Roy came with us.
The house was all shut up, the
chain was on the door, and we wait
ell a long time while someone in
side fumbled with it and several
bolts.
| "Well, what is it," asked an old