The Detroit times. [volume] (Detroit, Mich.) 1903-1920, 1911-06-26
CHAPTER Nv. (contInued.)


He looked me straight In the eye. Il
know more about you. Mr.. Crosby,
than you were prepared for" he said
quickly. Don't waste time In postur-
ing"
II beg your pardon" retorted; you
know nothing about me, but you've
said decidedly more than one gentle
man can say TO another without ex-
planning himself. We're two men to-
gether. Be SO good as TO tell me just
what you charge me with"
had risen from my chair, strug-
Cling hard for enough self-control to
make my words carry conviction. Mr.,
Tabor sat unmoved while he deliber-
ately lighted cigar, watching me
over the end OF II.
Il have no desire to dig over your
life with you,' he said ANY more than
have to continue your acquaintance.
came here TO tell you why our In
vitation TO you was withdrawn. Well,
I've done so: you have an evil reputa-
ton. That's ALL"
Excuse me. but that isn't all. 1t
isn't true, and"
There Is just one more point" he
none OF US realized who you we're or
how you had come. Later, when we
understood the facts. you would not,
under ordinary circumstances, have
left until this morning. But Mrs.
Tabor was 80 much excited over the
matter that saw At to relieve her i'm
mediately, at the cost Of disturbing
your sleep. I owe you an apology for
that. and for that only"
Look here, Mr.. Tabor" said l, more
calmly, II don't know what you have
been told about me. but II it's dishon-
orable it's a damned lie. Now, I'll walt
here while you make any inquiries you
like. I'll put you In communication
with anybody you choose. And when
you've looked me up and are satisfied.
I shall expect very complete apology
for this whole matter"
Thank you,' he answered, II am
quite satisfied with my present inform.
alton. have no further curiosity.
And now perhaps I have taken enough
Of your time" He rose.
Then lost my temper. That's al
together too thin!" | cried I'm re-
ceived as your guest, and then I'm
locked into my room. I'm sent away
In the middle OF the night, and told
not TO ask why. You explain 1t on the
absurd ground that I'm a disreputable
character, and then you won't either
specify your charges or investigate
them. l believe you are making up
the whole story to cover something In
your own house; and II you were q
younger man I'd have II out OF you
While was speaking he had turned
composedly to pick up his hat and
stick. He faced me now without q
CULVER Of the eyes.
Don't buster Mr.. Crosby" he said
slowly. uncoyering the tip Of one vel.
low toothsin the faintest suspicion OF
a smile, 1T isn't any real use. Well
| won't OFFER to shake hands, but I'll
wish you a pleasant summer after
you've forgotten this row. Shall
go first?"
II there was anything more to say.
was too angry to think Of 1t. After
you" said through shut Jaws. Good
morning"
| followed him down to the veranda
where we went through a comedy OF
leave-taking for the benefit Of the peo
pie In the wicker chairs. At the cor.
ner OF the building, discreet swinging
doors gave entrance to the bar; and
as Mr.. Tabor started down the drive
there came from within q stream OF
savage gutturals and the squeak and
clatter OF an over-tilted chair. A stocky
fellow In q flannel shirt lurched
through the swinging doors and fol.
lowed him at q clumsy run, cursing In
q tangle OF English and italian SC
rapid and furious that by the ear
alone I should have thought half q
dozen people were involved. II had
the multiplied brilliancy Of virtuoso' 4
piano playing or the dispute whic
followed. the words were indistinguislN
able: but there was no question that
each was threatening the other. The
Italian danced and raved and gesticu-
lated, while Mr.. Tabor pointed a steady
fore finger and retorted In low End
frosty monosyllables. And presently
the foreigner slouched back into the
bar, which Immediately filed with bah
bling bystanders. I followed to find
him standing physically with his foot
upon the low rail, and metaphorically
with his back against the wall. He
was the same man that had pursued
our trolley-car on the day previous; a
medium-sized, stocky, leather-colored
rascal In a shiny black suit and blue
flannel shirt, with a blue fur upon his