The Irish standard. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn. ;) 1886-1920, 1908-09-19

desperate rush. I'll want you to 1nave
ME anG send some kilograms, please.
Must be off by 1880. You may get out
my gray-striped fiannels he
paused, calculating his costume with
careful discrimination-"and black.
striped negligee shirt; gray socks;
russell low shoes; black and white
check tie-broad wings. You know
where to find them all?"
"Shure yiss, sor."
O'Hagan showed no evidence of sur
prise; the eccentricities of Mr.. Matt
land could not move him, who was in
ured to them through long association
and observation. He moved away to
execute his instructions, quietly ef-
f1cient. BY the time Maitland had
finished splashing and gasping in the
bathtub everything was ready for the
ceremony of dressing.
In other words, 20 minutes later
Maitland, bathed, shaved, but still In
dressing gown and slippers, was seated
at his desk. cup of black coffee
steaming at his elbow, number of
yellow telegraph blanks before him,
pen poised between his fingers.
1t was in his mind to send wire
to Cressy, apologizing for his deser-
ton Of the night just gone, and an
nouncing his intention to rejoin the
party from which the motor trip to
New York had been as planned but
temporary detection, in time for din.
ner that same evening. He nibbled
the end of the penholder, selecting
phrases, then looked up at the at
tentive O'Hagan.
Bring me New Haven time table,
please" he began, land"
The door bell abrupted his words,
clanoring shrilly.
What the deuce?" he demanded.
"Who can that be? Answer it, will
you. O'Hagan?"
He put down the pen, swallowed his
coffee. and lit cigarette, listening to
the murmurs at the hall door. An in
slant later, O'Hagan returned, bearing
slip of white pasteboard which he de-
posted on the desk before Maitland.
James Burleson Snaith,'" Matt
land read aloud from the faultlessly
engraved card. II don't know him.
What does he want?"
Wouldn't say, sor; seemed sur.
prised whin l towld him ye were in,
an said he was glad to hear it-busi-
ness pressin', says he"
"'Snaith?' But I never heard the
name before. What does he look like?"
"A gintleman. sor, be tn clothes av
him an tn way he talks"
well Devil take the man!
Show him in"
Every good, sor.'
Maitland swung around in his desk
chair, his back to the window, express
sion politely curious, as his caller en-.
tered the room, pausing, hat In hand,
just across the threshold.
He proved to be a man apparently
o. middle age, of height approximating
Maitland's; his shoulders we're slightly
rounded as If from habitual bending
over dask, his pose mild and defer
entail. BY his eyeglasses and peering
look, he was near-sighted; by his
dress, gentleman of taste and judg-
ment as well as of means to crafty
both. A certain jaunty and summary
touch in his attire suggested person
of leisure who had just run down from
his country place for day in town.
His voice. when he spoke, did moth
ing to dispel the illusion.
"Mr. Maitland?" he opened the con-
versation .briskly. II trust do not
intrude? I shall be brief as possible,
If you will favor me with a private in
terview."
Maitland remarked voice we'll mod
ulated and good choice of words. He
rose courteously.
II should be pleased to do so," he
suggested, III you could advance any
reason for such request
Mr.. Snaith smiled discreetly, FUN
bling in his side pocket. A second slip
Of cardboard appeared between his fin-
gers as he stepped over toward Matt
land.
III had not feared 1t might deprive
me of this interview, should have
sent in my business card at once" he
said. Permit me-"
Maitland accepted the card and ele-
waited his brows. obi" he said, put
ting it down. his manner becoming per-
ceptibly less cordial. II say, O'Hagan."
"Yessor?"
II shall be busy for Will half an
hour satisfy you, Mr.. Snaith?"
You are most kind" the stranger
bowed.
I'm half an hour, o'Hagan, you may
return"
VERY good, sor." And the hall door
closed.
&c." said Maitland, turning to face
the man squarely, you are from police
headquarters"
"As you see" Mr.. Snaith motioned
delicately toward his business card
as he called 1t.
"Well?"-after moments pause.
II am detective, you understand"
Perfectly" Maitland assented, IN
moved.
IIio calIer seemed nartlv amucod