Burlington weekly free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1866-1928, 1911-11-30

dirty hands and broken hat. 1t was wonder they
laughed My environment for the last hour had not
been one that tended toward consciousness Of attire
was about to remove my disgracefuy dshgurng head
gear when the younger man swung about with
The magazine revolver thrust point blank in my face
"Don't try any OF Dtat!' he gasped. "You keep up
those hands,
'Wcve had about enough of this tonrry-rotl" pro-
tested.
proclaimed the man with the Colt.
Then search him first" prompted the younger man.
"Hc's sure to have a gun you know
lie inotioncd to the girl at the door, Take Orrcs
Colt While he goes through him., he commanded, in the
chest tones Of newly acquired savagery' and If ne
tries to move, wing him.
! said nothing as he produced the teiltae Aashight.
remained silent as he triumphaty1 uneaT d the
Interchange of cxutant gances as these were tossed
OFT on the polished table top. ,...,
The man called Orrie seemed little nonplussed at
.le fact that he found valuabes in my outer pock
cts. But he did not give up. He grmly ignored my
protests as he explored stu deeper and dug out my
which my name was duly inscribed He turned them
over in his hand couple Of times. Then great light
seemed to come to him. He succun1bed even his
elders have done. to sudden OF drama.
saw him dart to the other end OF the room ,1o and
the PAGES with QUICK and impatient fingers. Then he
strobe back and looked me up and down.
" know what this mans done he cried, his eye.
"Nhat:" demanded the younger
e visited more than this house o-nfht He, Hes
take hin d,ck ,,fh then''
could see tie sheer theatricaly OF the situation
clutch at his two listeners. | could see them sur
render to it, although the girl seemed to hesitate
Hadn't better call Uncle Anthony" she sug-
gesed At one breath her words brought me back to
both the tragedy that lay close at hand and the
NO uats foolish cut in Orric. The cars still
outside Caddy think you'll have to come along You
can sit with Jansen on the driving seat"
The hero Of the maneuyer turned back to me. was
vito. -i, and how cCiI1d oct her fel
"Will you come quietly?' my captor demanded OF
"Ye." answered, without looking up. It'll come
1t was the girls voice little shrill with excitement
"orric he's not burglar she cried cut, in her
hat makes You think 500 demanded the indiHer-
Of hi Is Colt barrel, toward the hall door ~
Il know by his nals!' was her inconsequential yet
quite deinitive reply. Orrie laughed.
TO swing from Twelfth Street up to Twentieth and
then eastward into the stiffness Of the My cap
tors had insisted that should not talk Not word
commanded Orrie, and / could feel his nsolent gun
barrel against my ribs he the command for the
But this thing can't go on" I persisted. YOU'RE
only making TOOL Of yourself' ,
Shut up commanded the other youth. 1--WE know
"Bu there's one thing that you've got to be told
fooruly tried to argue that you've both got to face
Not until YOU face the owner OF this kertoot
They aehted one in front of me and one behind
ne still c2rryng their foolish and murder0ui looking
three Of us grimy assembled the steps.
ITS needless 70 ring the bell" YEARLY explained
My pass key will admit you.
But insist on ringing" said Orrie, as fitted the
Il shall be compelled in that case to call the officer
who is watching from the corner" was my quiet