Bisbee daily review., 1911-05-07

There, In fhe frIend1y' light we could at least see each other. and I think he was as much impressed by the fact that 1 had not undressed as 1 was by the fact that he had, partly. He wore hideous dressing gown of Jimmy's. much too small, and his hair, parted and plastered down in the early even ing. stood up in a sort of brown brush all over his head. He was trying to hatten it with his hands
 Tt must be three o'clock" he said. with polite surprise and the house is like a barn. You ought not to be running around with your arms un- covered. Mrs. Wilson. Surely you could have called some of us''
 T didn't wish to disturb any one" {" I said, with distinct truth.
 T suppose you gre like me" he said. The novelty of the situation and everything. I got to thinking things over. and then I realized the studio was getting cold. so l thought would come down and take q look at the furnace I didn't suppose any one else would think of it. But I lost my self in that pantry. stumbled against a half-open drawer, and nearly went down the dumb-waiter." And, as if in judgment on me. at that instant came two rather terrific thumps from somewhere below, and inarticulate words, shouted rather than spoken. It was uneaDny, of course, coming as it did through the register at our feet Mir Harbison looked startled
 "Oh, by the way" said as careless ly as I could. Tn the excitement, forgot 10 mention it. There Is a police man asleep in the furnace room. I-I suppose we will have to keep him now" I finished as aIrily as possible
 "Oh. a policeman-in the cellar" he repeated. staring at me. and he moved toward the pantry door
 You needn't go down." I said fever ishly. with visions of Bella Knowles sitting on the kitchen table, surround cd by soiled dishes and all the cheer less aftermath of a dinner party. Please don't go downI-it's one of my rules-never to let a stranger go down to the kitchen I'm peculiar that way-snd besides, it's-it's mussy."
 Bang! Crashi through the register pipe, and some language quite articu- late. Then silence.
 Look here. Mrs. Wilson" he said resolutely. What do l care about the kitchen2 I'm going down and arrest that policeman for disturbing the peace. He will have the pipes down"
 You must not go" said. with des- perate firmness. "He-he Is probably in very dangerous state just now. We-I-locked him in"
 The Harbison man grinned and then became serious.
 Why don't you tell me the whole thing?" he demanded. You've been in trouble all evening, and-you can trust me, you know, because I am stranger! because the minute this crazy quarantine is raised I am off to the Argentine Republic" (perhaps he said Chil) "and because I don't know anything at all about you. You see, have to believe what you tell me, having no personal knowledge of any of you to go on. Now tell me-whom have you hidden in the cellar, besides the policeman7"
 There was no use trying to deceive him: He was looking straight into my eyes. So decided to make the best of bad thing. Anyhow, it was going to require strength to get Bella through the coal hole with one arm and restrain the policeman with the other.
 Come" I said, making a sudden resolution. and led the way down the stairs.
 He said nothing when he saw Bella, for which I was grateful She was sit ting at the table, with her arms in front of her, and her head buried in them. And then saw she was asleep. Her hat and veil laid beside her. and she had taken of her coat and draped 1t around her. She had rummaged out a cold pheasant and some salad, and had evidently had a little supper Supper and a nap while worried my self gray-headed about herl
 4She-she came in unexpectedly something about the butler" explain cd under my breath. "And-she doesn't want to stay. She is on bad terms with-with some of the people upstairs. You can see how impossible the situation is"
 'T doubt if we can get her out" he said, as if the situation were quite ordinary. However. we can try. She seems very comfortable It's a pity to rouse her"