The Mitchell capital. (Mitchell, Dakota [S.D.]) 1879-1918, 1910-03-10

q Ull over TWO mlIllOnS-all III.
=, He paused to notice the effect Of his
words.
/ Jimmy's calm annoyed him: Mas
seys indifference was outrageous.
An it's Jimmy's share, an Connor's
share. an it's Miss Kathleen Kent's
f, share"
This time the effect was better. Into
Jimny's inexpensive face crept a
CLEAN of interest.
"kent?" he asked quickly. Wasn't
that the name of the man."
Old Reale chuckled.
The very Teller, Jimmy-the man
who came in to lose a tenner, an lost
ten thousand: who came in next night
to get 1t back, and left his lot. That's
the ~fellcr!"
He rubbed his lean hands. as at the
memory of some pleasant happening.
Open that cupboard, jimmy" He
pointed to an old fashioned walnut cab
met that stood near the door. Dye see
anything thing that looks like q
windmill?"
Jimmy drew out a cardboard struc-
ture that was apparently a toy work.
ing model. He handled it carefully, and
deposited 1t on the table by the old
mans side. Old Reale touched it ca
ressingly. With his little finger he set
a fly wheel spinning, and tiny little
p~asteb0ard rods ran to and fro, and
little wooden wheels spun easily.
That's what 1 did with his money.
invented a o machine that went by
ltself-perpetual motion. You can grin,
Massey. but that's what 1 did With it.
Five years work an a quarter Of a
million. that's what that little model
could always make a machine that
would go for hours with a little push,
but it always wanted the push. I've
been a chap that went in for inven-
lions and puzzles. Dye remember the
table at Suez? +
He shot a shy glance at the men.
Massey was growing impatient as
the "reminiscences proceeded. He had
come that night with an object; he had
taken a big risk, and had not lost sight
of the fact Now he broke in
Damn your puzzles. Reale. What
about me; never mind about Jimmy.
What's all this rotten talk about two
millions for each of us, and this girl?
When you broke up the place in Egypt
you said we should stand in when the
time came. Well, the times GOMEZ"
Nearly, nearly" said Reale, with
his death's-head grin. IT'S nearly
come. You needn't have trouble to see
me. My lawyers got your addresses.
I'm nearly through" he went on cheef-
fully; dead I'll be in six months. as
sure as-as death. Then you fellers
viii get the money"-he spoke slowly
to rive effect to his words-"you
young lady. You say you don't like
puzzles, Massey? Well, it's a bad look
out for you. Jimmy's the clever un,
an most likely he'll get it; Connor's
artful, and he might get it from
Jimmy; but the young lady's got the
ho0f 1apnn h11on~o 1893
at puzzles"
s%pringins to his feet.
sit DOWN." 1t was Jimmy that
spoke, and Massey obeyed.
There's a puzzle about two mil
lions" Reale wen IN, and his croaky
voice. with it's harsh cockney accent
grew In his enjoyment of Massey's per-
plexity n Jimmy's knit brows. "An'
the one that finds the puzzle cut gets
the money!
own amusement he would have seen a
change in Massey's brute face tina,
would ave warned him.
It's in my will" he went on. I'm
goin' to set the sharps against the
flats: the touts of the gamblin' hell
that's You two fellers-against the pig
cons. Two of the biggest pigeons is
NSoN I'll OA1S oS1ll6. WELL, ne $ EOI a
daughter: let's see what she can do
When I'm dead
That's nOw!" beloved Massey, and
leant over and struck the old man,
Jimmy, on his feet, saw the gust
Of blood n the knife in Massey's
hand, and reached for his pocket.
Massey's pistol covered him, and the
mans face was a dreadful thing to look
upon.
Hands up! It's Gods truth I'll Kill
you if you don't!"
Jimmy's hands went up. ~
He's got the money here" breathed
Massey, somewhere in this house."
You're mad" said the other con-
temptuously. why did O hit him %
H sat there maxim a fool of me,
The gave a vicious glance al
the inert figure on the floor. II want
something more than his puzzle-talk
He asked for it,"
He backed to h table where the
] decanter stood, and drank q tumbler
half-hlled with raw spirit.
We're both in this, Jimmy" he said,
still keeping his man covered. You
can put down your hands; no monkey
tricks. Give me your pistol"
jimmy slipped the weapon from his
pocket, and handed it butt foremost ia
the man. Then Massey bent over the
fallen man and searched his pockets.
Here are the keys. You stay here"
said Massey, and went out, closing the
door after him.
Jimmy heard the crate of the kew
and knew he was a prisoner. He bent
over the old man. He lay motionless
Jimmy tried the pulse, and felt a faint
fiutter. Through the clenched teeth he
forced a little whiskey, and after a
minute the old mans eyes opened.
JIMMY" he whispered; then re-
Numbering, Where's Massey?" he
asked.
There was no need to Inquire the
whereabouts of Massey. His blunder-
ing footballs sounded in the room
above.
"Lookin' for money!" gasped the old
man, and something like a smile
crossed his face. Safes up there" he
whispered. n smiled again. Got the
keys?'
Jimmy nodded.
The old mans eyes wandered round
the room till they rested on what looked
like a switchboard.