The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1911-03-29
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thought IL very pTOUdDlS LIldI tuSS would hale him off to jail, if there were such a thing in Monaco. There fore there remained only force, com bined with strategy. Ronald shut himself up in the saloon, got himself a drink, lit his pipe, and tackled the problem with the national ph1egm and determination; and presently ne summoned Smithers, who, by the way was not far from the door, and who entered with alacrity. Of the two, Smithers was the more excited for he was a Cockney, and your Cock ney is sentim or nothing. "Yes, sir?" he demanded in an ca ger whisper.
 'Ive been thinking it out Smith ers,' said Ronald, "and I've hit upon kind of plan. We'll never get past those gates; but there is another way
 ''The wall, sir!'' whispered Smith CTS, with feverish eagerness.
 Ronald nodded.
 "Yes, I must get over that wall; you must help me. Get one of the yachts rope-ladders.'
 Smithers nodded, and his eyes spar k1ed.
 "I know, sir! We'll manage it. We don't want anybody else-just you and me, sir. How soon, MT. Ron nie?''
 "Just before dawn," replied Ronald. "You get carriage; we'll pack :he Iadder-f1nd out a light one."
 "WouIdn't a rope do sir ?' whisper ed Smithers.
 Ronald shook his head.
 'It would be sufficient for us
 "But not for the lady, sir. Ex- cuse me, MT. Ronald! My 'ead seems to have screwed itself round the wrong way; but I'll get it right side to the front directly, sir. Is there anything else we ought to take?"
 ''Yes; revolvers," replied Ronald quietly; i've may have trouble.''
 I'm almost 'oping we shall sir,' said Smithers longingly. For the first time in my life I've got an un'oly cravin' to shoot somebody. I'd no idea till 'eard of this poor young lady trouble that I was such a savage al cart. Give you my word. sir, that I'm jest thirstin' for blood. But don't you be afraid sir; I'll keep my cad all right, you'll see. Just before dawn, sir? That don't give us much time; but I'll be ready, MT. Ronald
 As usual, he was as good as his word; and in the hour of the greatest darkness they were rowed to the quay where Smithers had got carriage in waiting; the sailors kitbag, with the rope-ladder inside, was slowed under the seat, and they drove within half a mile of the villa. Here they pull ed up, and telling the coachman- whom Smithers. had bribed so heavily actual murder with placid indiffer- ence-to wait for them in the seclud- ed spot at which they had stopped the master and man, the latter shoul-- dering the kit-bag, went on towards the scene of an adventure which was romantic and dangerous enough for even these two reckless and darer devil individuals.
 They went in silence, meeting no one, and apparently unseeen. They reached the wall;and Smithers quick ly took out the light ladder and pro- ceeded to make his first attempt to throw up the end with the grappling iron, so that they might catch on the coping, when Ronald gripped Smith CTS arm.
 Hold on!'' he whispered. "What was that?''
 'I heard nothing, sir,'' Smithers whis- pered back. What did you 'ear?'
 Something that sounded like the clang of a gate,'' said Ronald:
 Smithers scratched his head, and lOOKeQl puZZteO.
 "'Tisn't very likely that anybody would be goin' out O the place this time O the mornin', sir," he said Sure you ain't mistaken?"
 'I may have been,'' said Ronald; "but, whatever it was, we have 10 time to lose. Up with that ladder!''
 Snithers, after several failures, sue ceeded in getting one of the hooks to grapple with the top of the wall; tthe next instant he was up like a mon key, and Ronald was close behind him. They drew the ladder up after them and dropped it the other side of the wall; they themselves then drop