The river press. [volume] (Fort Benton, Mont.) 1880-current, 1908-08-05

as free as any honest man. / am sure
| shall know him on sight. however"
"BOsh." exclaimed Mrs. Bowser In
contempt. "You want to leave the
detective business to those who are
paid for 1t. If people AROUND here get
TO know that you are %sleuehing around
they will call you a fool"
Remember who you are talking to,
madam
II shall. l say it's the craziest no.
ton you ever brought home, and
you've brought a hundred. Give it up
before you get into trouble"
Mr.. Bowser took another tiptoe look
Into the hall.
Then he softly opened the parlor
door and looked in.
Then he looked over Mrs. Bowser's
head at one of the back windows. The
fash looked suspicious. The panes Of
glass seemed to have guilty knowl-
edge.
"Sit still where you are, and don't
move a finger until l return!" he
hoarsely whispered. "Remember-not
q finger-not a thumb-not q toe!"
you'll be moving your fingers and
thumbs and toes toward an idiot asy.
lum before morning" she called after
him as he disappeared down the hall.
The minutes went on.
Just the Night For Murder.
1t was just the night for a cold
blooded murder.
A black visaged villain might even
then he straddle Of the alley fence
with a thirst Of blood in his heart.
Hist! Look out! Beware!
When Mr.. BOwser returned he had
donned an old suit Of clothes, was
wearing a Scotch cap and had the
false whiskers of a stage villain. He
looked like a cross between vidocq
and an old tramp who lost his all in
the great Chicago fire. Mrs. Bowser
gave one look and then burst out
laughing.
"Well, MADAME queried MI. Bow
ser, with great dignity, after a min
ute.
II have nothing to say. Go right
along with your sleuth business. If
you get into trouble don't blame me-"
"And when l return, madam-when
I return after having landed the MUIR
derer in a police station
Eyes, when you return"
II shall have n number Of questions
to ask you and the cook. Don't at
tempt fight. Neither of you can es-
cape me"
After standing for a few seconds
xr1<b n u,or,,ino Gpoov nojp%oI NJ how
nose he tiptoed down the hall and
opened and shut the front door 50
carefully that she heard no sound. As
he emerged from the gate he caught
sight Of a man standing beside a tree
on the opposite side of the street.
In one minute Mr.. Bowser had
crossed the asphalt.
Waiting For the Cook.
In another minute the suspicious
character was explaining that he was
engaged to the cook in the house and
was waiting for her to come out to
the gate. He spoke with the accents
of truth, and the old sleuth let him
go, but with a warning V to do it
again.
liz lISAL suspicious ia Nao
dressed in female apparel. That was
just the disguise a murderer would
adopt, and Mr.. Bowser took up the
trail. He had pursued it for five min
utes and was about to advance and
place his hand On her shoulder when
she wheeled around and exclaimed:
"See here, you old masher, if you
follow me another step I'll pull all
the hair out of your head"
Mr.. Bowser dropped the trail, but
two blocks on he picked up another
1t was that of a lame a There was
a faint odor of pegs and wax in the
air, and he jumped to the conclusion
that the murderer was passing him
self off as a cobbler.
Ten minutes later Mrs. Bowser was
called up on the telephone.
"Is this Mrs. Bowser?"
Eyes"
"Wife Of Samuel BowserY"
Eyes"
well this is the Fourth police pre-
cinct. Your husband has been arrest
ed for passing himself off as an Off
Ger, and he won't be home tonight
Goodby." NJ. QUAD.
, Stuffed.
Its ridiculous to say that any on