The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1909-09-14

Cunliffe said.
 It was a bold suggestion. and one that instantly appealed to my adven- turous spirit What might not be concealed within that house. the ex- terior of which. with it's rows of dwarf laurels in the window boxes, was so eminently respectable.
 teDare we do such thing?" I asked, in low voice.
 q dare-if you accompany me-.
 And if we're discovered!"
 If we're discovered by Garshore or his man, then we must make a fight for it. If by the police, then an ex- planation We have more to fear from Garshore, who may keep revolver handy, than from the police at Vine street."
 The suggestion to commit a burglary was worthy the mind of the enter prising journalist. Like myself. he dearly loved adventure. Life was not worth living to either of us without constant change and soupcon of un- certainty. sIt is opportunity that makes the hero. How many quiet, plodding men. compelled to spend their lives at their desks or work benches. are at heart wanderers.@-a adUen- turers, eternally beating their wings against the bars of their business cages and longing for freedom to move and to live.
 I was teflecting. As I stood with my gaze fixed up the long. rather dimIy lit street. noted dark figure moving beneath street lamp in the distance-the figure of the big-faced man who awaited the return of the mysterious Melanie. Possibly that mans existence was secret even from Ralph Garshore.
 Cunliffes quick eye notedS the ap- proach of a constable from the direc- tion of Piccadilly Circus. therefore we moved along together for some ols- tance, in order not to attract the man attention by lettering.
 It was now just eleven. and taxi cabs, hansoms and carriages began to rush swiftly past us, bearing people home westward from the theaters Ol passersby there were many more than before, and the London streets were awakening from their 10 o'clock leth' argy.
 l Returning again to Bolton street. we walked quickly on the opposite side ol the road, and to our surprise saw big motor car with gleaming heae llamps standing before Garshore's door The chauffeur had descended. and wal in waiting. It struck me that tn man who had baffled Scotland Yare
 had ordered his car by telephone iron the garage, for hardly had we passed the house when the door opened. ane 1 Melanie, wearing a long fur coat emerged. entered the car hurr1ediy and a moment later was driven swiftll past us. around the corner into Curzol
 street and thus out of our sight. Of the fat foreigner we saw no sign He had disappeared.
 To what destination. we wondered was Garshore's fair visitor speeding so hurriedly. We repassed the house again, ooti of us pondering over the suggestioi of forcibly entering the place. Iner were two windows on the ground noof and beneath a narrow area, but with out approach from the street. " ] therefore concluded that there mus l be! a tradesruan's entrance somewher
 at the rear of the premises.
 In the room on the first floor ligh Ihad been burning all the time. 1 Behind Bolton street. and runn1n
 parallel, was Stratton street. Here
 examination we discovered news
 beyond whicn lay the backs of tn | fOlln
 the kitchen entrance of the house i
 question.
 Having determined upon our moo
 of entry, we retreated, at risk of bein
 noticed by a, stable lad at the end o the news, and walked as far as tn
 subterraneau bar of the Criterion
 where we discussed matters further.
 had a little electric handlamp an
 chisel at my flat. while Cunliffe re
 marked that he had in Danes inn
 small iron bar which might be use
 as jimmy. and short stlff knlt'
 We took a cab to St. Martins lan'
 where I produced my burglarious In
 clements, and afterward we spent , hour over restful cigars. We were sorely in need of repos'
 for that long. damp day had been or full of strenuous endeavor ana COT
 stant tension. We were both fagge , out by constant watchfulness. Yt having decided to make a raid upo ] the crooks stronghold, we needed nc fatigue.
 Our conversation was mostly
 ways and means. How should we el } feet an entrance?
 I took from a drawer in my writin } table my neat Smith-Wesson revoive my companion in many a corner 7 distant lands.
 Put that thing away. Ralston l cried my companion. Suppose V were arrested with that upon us!