The Spokane press. [volume] (Spokane, Wash.) 1902-1939, 1909-05-25
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Dy HudsoND Ou8les
CHAPTER vI.-Continued.

D'yOu know the fellOW!
Quaintance hurriedly told him
the story he had overheard, and
OFerral frowned.
I'll have to talk to J. j." he
growled, "about bringing a loafer
of that sort here. But keep cool,
Steve. Don't lose your temper. 1t
may not have been the. same girl. +"
IT'S high time, none the less,
that a loafer of that sort was called
to account. retorted that doughty
champion of the dcfenselessf I'm
not in the Galahad line myself, but
I'd draw on any such scum at
sight"
The card room, however, was
empty, and neither Cornoyer nor
the other was to be seen in the
library.
Billiard room" said O'Ferral,
and they dived downstairs again !;
but with no better result. They
found the marker alone, and his
grin of welcome faded as they turn
ed back in the doorway.
Quaintance uttered a grunt OF
disgust as he heard the hall-boy
inform O'Ferral that Mr.. Cornoyer
and his friend had gone out five
minutes before, and when, on an
inspiration, he turned up the visit
ors book, he gave vent to a still
louder ejaculation, one still more
strongly indicative of discontinued
surprise.
O'Ferral came across to him, and
peering over his shoulder, read
aloud softly a line at the foot Of
full page, which said:
stephen Observation-Disclosures
BY. j, Cornoyer."
He turned. to look wryly at
O'Ferral, and O'Ferral, forehead
wrinkled, returned his glance
gravely enough, although not with.
out suspicion Of lurking smile
The hall boy looked on, ready to
laugh If, as he inferred. there
should be some jest In progress
But no more words passed. Quain'
lance closed the book with bang.
The two turned upstairs again. and
scarcely had they disappeared
when Cornoyer acme in.
"A nice sort Of namesake,
Steve!' commented O'Ferral, steer
ing his friend toward quiet cor.
ner. ITS probably just as well
that-Here's j. j. again! Let's
hear what he has to say for him.
self.
well, J. j.? You're a nice sort
or"
Cornoyer came forward, his
monocle dropped, his face express
ing most abject penitence.
II have put my foot into the hot
water, right up to the elbow" said
he once more, "but l did not know
at the first that he was not gen.
tleman. And SO l asked him here
to luncheon. And 1t was not pos
sible then to turn him away from
the door, But | have give him the
mitt, O'Ferral, as quick as I could
"All right, all right" responded
his mentor. 'l'm not complaining.
Don't do 1t again. but---since he
was here l just wish you had kept
him few minutes longer. Qu-er
Newman wanted a few words
with him."
II ouldnt help hearing some
part OF his conversation" said
Quaintance. What was the end of
his story about some girl he met
In a motor?"
Cornoyer looked much relieved.
His features instantaneously chang
ed to a mask of the most profound
contempt.
"Paff" said he. "He told me she
kissed him-and he let her CO."
"D'you know where he lives?" he
demanded. and Tell us all you
know about him, J. j." supplement-
ed O'Ferral.
But, as 1t appeared. the informa-
ton to be obtained from Cornoyer
was all too meager to serve any
practical purpose, and Quaintance
had to forego, for the present at
any rate. his now almost overpow.
ering ambition to inflict condign
chastisement upon his unworthy
namesake.
Cornoyer had come across him,
he sorrowfully explained. at a
somewhat dreary performance IN
an all-night cafe uptown. They
two had been simultaneously In
spired to improve on the pro-
gramme, but the management not
approving OF their impromptu duet,
they had been harshly required to
discontinue all such gratuitous
vocal effort. Upon their failing to
do so. the forces of law and order
had been appealed to, and these
had proved somewhat rough and
ready. Cornoyer had acquired a
black eye in the consequent melee
The other had rallied CALAMITY to
his assistance. They had both
spent the rest of the night in dur
ance, and. equally disreputable