The Donaldsonville chief. [volume] (Donaldsonville, La.) 1871-current, 1911-12-02
CHAPTER xxH.-(contInued.)

ITO head of the Hindoos," cried
Britt. Lets get a cab But the
last taxicab on the Renaissance stand
had been chartered an hour before
by swarthy man who seemed to be
in great haste. That much Britz
learned from the inspector In charge
Of the stand. Britt and Fitch round
ed the corner Of the hotel. Close to
the curb stood private coupe. The
eoachman doubtless on long wait,
was nodding sleepily. Britz jerked
open door OF the carriage.
Jump in. quick!" he cried, and
Fitch. who long ago had learned to
carry out Britt suggestions without
stopping to ask questions, sprang into
the cab. Britz slammed the door with
a violence that awoke the coachman.
Before the driver could utter a word
Of protest the athletic detective
reached the box beside him In a single
leap, pushed him off with a shove
that landed the amazed jehu on his
4 hands and knees on the sidewalk,
seized the reins, snatched the whip,
and put the horse to a gallop. AS he
sped away. he hastily changed the
whip tO the hand that held the rib
y bons. and. whipping from his pocket
q card that read. Detective-Lieuten-
ant Britt. Polics Headquarters" he
flung 1t at the PROSTATE coachman
with the words: "Call there tomor-
row for your rig"
Then. with the horse straining at
the traces In indignant surprise, Britt
drove at breakneck speed down the
avenue. turning sharply at the first
convenient corner and heading east
toward the mysterious brown-stone
dwelling wherein he had held his in
teresting interview in regard to the
ways of the Orient with the Eastern
sage
The galloping horse and the sway
Ing carriage shook the echoes of the
silent streets, and at several avenue
crossings traffic policemen started to
halt the Central Office man. But in
each instance the detective shouted:
I'm Britt, of Headquarters" and
that ayerted interruption as he dashed
on toward the Swami's house at top
speed Arriving there, he hastily
handed the ribbons to a patrOlman
who CHANGED to be at that end of the
beat. and, followed closely by Fitch,
he ran up the steps and pushed the
button of the elecric bell Inside the
house. the burr-rr of the little gong
sounded piercingly. Britt and Fitch
listened impatiently at the outer door
Of the vestibule for responsive steps,
out none came. Then the detective
recalled the thickness of the rugs and
carpets in the house, and did not at
once conclude no one was within.
Until he had rung the bell several
umes in vain he did not accept the
TACT that the house either was unten-
anted. or was occupied by persons
VINO did not see fit to answer. word
70 the bluecoat on the sidewalk, &C
eompanied by a flash OF a shield on
me detectives waistcoat, had told
MIN the visit was a matter Of police
business, Then Britt ran down the
steps and tried the basement door.
Inc detective was equally unsuccess-
iui In his demands 20 obtain a re-
\ sponse to his ring of the lower bell,
ne ran up the steps again and once
more pushed the button of the cleo
VIC CALL No answer come. Brltz
turned the handle of the door To his
establishment, 1t turned freely, and
a. 6 gentle push the door swung in
ward. The inner door of the vestibule
VS. was aiar. Britt and Fitch entered
cautiously. Their feet fell silently on
me heavy Oriental rug. They found
themselves in complete darkness
me glimmer from the street lamp did
not penetrate more than foot or two
beyond the inner door Britz whisked
out his electric torch and turned its
miniature headlight on the passage
ahd on the area leading to the upper
part Of the house.
Hslio!" he called. rs anybody
In"
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