The Mitchell capital. (Mitchell, Dakota [S.D.]) 1879-1918, 1910-03-10
ANGEL ESQUIRE
BY EDGAR
CHAPTER 11-(continuea).

CHAPTER M-(Continued).
"Reparation?" suggested Jimmy.
Old Reale nodded delightedly.
How"
Don't o ask questions" bullied
the old man, his harsh voice rising. II
amt asked you why you broke into my
house in the middle OF the night,
though 1 knew it was you who came
the other day to check the electric
meter. I saw you an I've been wait;n'
for you ever since"
Il knew all about that" said Jimmy
calmly, and f1icked the ash of his Gig
aret away with his little finger. 'and
I thought o would"
Suddenly he stopped speaking and
listened.
who's in the house beside u.s." he
asked quickly, but the look on the old
mans face treasured him.
Nobody" said Reale testify. i've
got a special house for the servants
and they come in every morning after
I've unfixed my-burglar alarms" He
grinned, n then q looK of alarm came
into his face.
THE alarms!" he whispered; you
broke them when you came in, Jimmy.
heard the signal. If there's some one
! n the house we shouldn't know it
now"
lucy lSlcLlcu.
Down below in the hall something
:reaked. then the sound of a soft thud
came up.
Hes skipped The rug" whispered
Jimmy, and switched out the light.
The two men heard q stealthy foot
step on the stair and waited. There
was the momentary CLINT Of a light,
and the sound Of some one breathing
heavily. Jimmy leant over and whls-
pered in the old mans ear.
Then, as the handle of the door was
turned and the door pushed open, Jim
my switched on the light.
The newcomer was a short, thick
set man with a broad, red face. He
wore a check suit of a particularly
glazing pattern, and on the back OF
his head was stuck a bowler hat, the
narrow brim Of which seemed to en-
phasize the breadth of his face. A cas-
ual observer might have placed him
but boisterous humor. The chronological
student would have known him at once
for what ne was-a cruel man-beast
without capacity for pity.
He started back as the lights went
on. blinking a little, but his hand held
an automatic pistol that covered the
occupants Of the room.
Put up YOUR hands," he grow)ed.
"Put en- up!"
Neither man obeyed him. Jimmy was
amused, and' looked it, stroking his
short beard with his white tapering
myers The old man vas fury in
carnate.
He it was that turned to Jimmy
and croaked:
What did 1 tell We, Jimmy? what've
I always said. Jimmy? Massey is a pig
he's got the Of a pig.
Put up your hands!" Missed the man
| with the niEtn1. nPrt sono ~ -, V,)1
put you both out"
III ned come first, JIMMY" Old
Reale wrung his hands in his regret.
"s'pose he'd jumped the rug-any
sneak thief could have done that-d'ye
armor? If you'd only get the man in
armor ready again." - .
Put your pistol down. Massey" said
Jimmy coolly, unless you want some
thing to play with. Old man Reale's
too III for the gymnastics you suggest
and I'm not inclined to oblige yon"
The mai clustered.
by God, If you try any Of vour
monkey tricks with me, either of You
"Oh, I'm only q visitor like YOUR
self" said Jimmy, With a wave Of his
hand; land as to monkey tricks, why
tered the ROOM"
Massey frowned and stood twiddling
his pistol.
You'll find a safety catch on the
left side Of the barrel" continued jim
my, pointing to the pistol; "snick it
up-you can always push it down again
with your thumb if you really mean
business. You are not my idea Of a
burglar. You breathe too noisily. and
you are built too clumsily; WHY. I
heard you open the front door!"
The quiet contempt in the tone
brought a deeper red into the mans
face. o' .
oh. you are a clever 'un, we Know"
he began. n the old man, who had
recovered his self-command. motioned
him to a chair.
"sit down, Mister Massey" he
snapped; sit down, my fine fellow. an
tell US all the news. Jimmy an me
Jimmy was. We was saying what a
n gentleman you was"-his voice
grew shrill-'what a swine. what an
overfed, numbering fool of a pig Won
was, Mister Massey!"
He sank Jack into the depths Of his
chair exhausted.
Look here, governor began Massey
again-he had laid hts pistol on a table
Dy ms side, and waved a large red hand
to give point to his remarks-"we don't
want any unpleasantness. I've been a
good friend to YOU. an so has Jimmy.
we VIC OOAc YOUR UlTIy work Tor wears
me an Jimmy have, and Jimmy knows
Turning with an ingratiating smfrk
to the subject Of his remarks-"and
now we want a bit OF our own-that is
all 1t amounts to, u own"
Old Reale looked under his shaggy
eyebrows to where Jimmy sat With
brooding eyes watching the fire.
S it's a plant, Ell? You're both in
It. Jimmy comes first, he being the
e one, an puts the lay nice am
snug for the other Teller"
Jimmy shook his head.
Wrong" he said. He turned his
head and took a long scrutiny Of the
his gaze was too apparent.
o at hint" he said at last. "Onr
dear Massey! Does he look the sort
Of person l am likely to share con-
fidence With?'
A cold passion seemed suddenly to
possess him. ~
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