The Greenville journal. [volume] (Greenville, Ohio) 1850-1918, 1908-07-23
CHAPTER XlV,-Continued,

CHAPTER xlV.-Continued
Yes, | suppose So" said | dryly.
But the woman has done me service
saved my life, may say-and I'm
willing to forget the bad in her"
That's not for me to say, sor; but
there's quare things happens, no
doubt"
This note" l continued, lis writ
ten over her name, | don't know
whether it came from her or not; but
il she sent it must see her 1t may
be a case of life or death for me-
An if it didn't come from herr"
asked the policeman shrewdly
Then" said grimly, its likely to
be a case of death if l venture alone"
I'll tell you what, Mr.. Wilton said
Corson after pause. IF you'll wait
bit, I'll go with you-that is, if
there isn't somebody else you'd like
better to have by your side tonight.
You don't look to have any of your
riends about"
Just the thing" I said heartily.
There's no one I'd rather have. Wen
30 down as soon as Te can get a bite
10 eat"
I'll have to wait bit, sor, till my
relief comes. He'll be along soon. As
for getting a bite, you cant do better
than wait till you get to Mother Bor-
tons. It's rough place, but it's got a
name for good cooking
was bewildered.
Il guess there's not much to be got
in the way of eating III the house.
There was nothing left IN it yester-
day morning but the rats" | spoke
Tith considerable emphasis.
That's quare, now" he said, look
tGS to- see if there was a jest behind
tHa words. but twas all there when
Mcpherson and put a club to drunk
rs was raising the Ould Nick in the
place and smashing the bottles, not
si-. hours ago When we took him
away in the Express wagon the ould
woman was rowling out those long
warm the heart of the foul fiend him
self"
There was some fresh mystery
about this. | held my tongue with the
reflection that | had better let it
Straighten itself out than risk a stun
ble by asking about things | ought to
know.
CorsOn's relief soon appeared. It's
a nasty night" he said, buttoning up
his overcoat closely, as Corson gave
him brief report of the situation on
the beat
It's good for them as likes it dark"
said Corson.
It's just such a night as we had
when Donaldson was murdered Do
you mind it?"
DO mind it? Am likely to forgit
it? Well, a pleasant time to you, me
boy. Come along, sor. We'd better
be moving. You won't mind stepping
up to the hall with me, will ye, while
| report"
Certainly not" said with a shiver,
half at the grim suggestion of MUIR
der and half at the chill of the fog
and the cutting wind that blew the
cold vapor through to the skin.
You've no overcoat," said Corson.
Well stop and get one. I'll have mine
from the station"
The silence Of the house of mystery
was no less threatening now than on
the night when Henry Wilton was
walking through the halls on the way
to his death. But the stout-hearted
policeman by my side gave me con
fidence. and no sign showed the pres
ence of an enemy as | secured Henrys
heavy overcoat and the large revolver
he had given me, and We took our
way down the stairs.
A short visit to the grimy, foul
smelling basement of the City Hail. a
brisk walk with the cutting wind at
our backs and felt rather than saw
that we we're in the neighborhood of
the scene of my adventures of a night
that had come so near costing me my
life, and then | saw the lantern sign
give forth it's promise of the varied en-
tertainment that could be had at Bor-
tons.
Here We are" said Corson.
We pushed open the door and en-
tered. The place had the same ap-
pearance as the one to which | had
been taken by Dicky Nahl.
"A fine night Mother Borton," said
Corson cheerily, as he was the first to
enter. and then added under his
breath, for the divil's business"
Mother Borton stared at him with
black look and muttered a curse
Good evening" l fastened to say
81 took the liberty to bring a friend;
he doesn't come as an officer to-
night"