Bisbee daily review., 1911-06-02

Jim took the Burgundy from her with one hand and pointed the police to the barricaded door with the other.
 That Is the door to the dumb-wait- CT shaft,'' he said. The lower one is fastened on the inside. in some man ner Tho noises commenced about eleven o'clock, while MT. Brown was on guard There were scraping sounds first, and later the sound of a falling body. He reused Mir. Reed and my self, but when we examined the shaft everything was quiet. sni dark. We tried lowering a candle on a string. but-it was extinguished from below" ["
 The reporters were busily removing the table and chairs from the door.
 If you have rope handy" one of them said T win go down the shaftr
 (Dal says that all reporters should have been policemen, and that all policemen are natural news gather. ers)
 The cage appears to be stuck. half. way between the floors" Jim said. They are cutting through the door in the kitchen below"
 They opened the door then and cat tously peered down. but there wal nothing to be seen. l touched Jim gingerly on the arm.
 -Is it--is it F1annigan," ! asked shut in there?"
 .No-yes-I don't know" he re turned absently. Run along and don't bother. Kit He may take to shoot ing any minute"
 Anne and I went out then and shut the door, and went into the dining room and sat on our feet. for of course the bullets might come up through the fcor. Aunt Selina joined us there, and Bella, and the Mercer girls. and we sat around and talked in whispers, and Leila Mercer told of the time her grandfather had had a struggle with an escaped lunatic.
 In the midst of the excitement Tom appeared in a bath-robe, looking very pale, with a bandage around his head. and the nurse at bis heels threatening to leave and carrying a bottle of med icine and a spoon. He went imme- diately to the pantry, and soon we could hear him giving orders and the rest hurrying around to obey them. The hammering ceased, and the si- lence was even worse. It was more suggestive.
 In about fifteen minutes there was thud, as if the cage had fallen. and the sound of feet rushing down the cellar stairs. Then there were groans and loud oaths, and everybody talking at on'e, below. and the sound of a struggle, In the dining room we all sat bent forward. wsth straining ears and quickenei breath, until we dis tincuy heard some one laugh Then we knew that, whatever it was, 1t was over, and nobody was killed.
 The sounds came closer. were com ing up the stairs and into the pantry. Then the door swung open, and Tom and a policeman appeared in the door way, with the others crowding be- hind. Between them they supported a grimy, unshaven object, covered with whitewash from the wall of the shaft. an object that had its hands fastened together with handcuffs, and that leered at US with a pair of the most villainously crossed eyes l have ever seer.
 None of us had ever seen him be fore.
 MT. Lawrence McGuirk, better known as Hubby" Tom said cheer. fully. "A celebrity in his particular line, which Is second-story man and ail-round rascal A victim of the quarantine, like ourselves"
 We've missed him for a week." one of the guards said with a grin. We've been real anxious about you, Hubby. Ain't week goes by. when you're in health. that we don't hear something of you"
 Mir. McGuirk muttered something under his breath, and the men chuck led.
 It seems" Ton said. interpreting, that he doesn't like us much. He doesn't like the food. and he doesn't ike the beds. He says just when he got good place fixed up in the coal cellar. Flannigan found it, and is asleep there now. this minute"
 Aunt Selina rose suddenly and cleared her throat.
 Am to understand" she asked se- vereiy. that from now on we will have to add two newspaper reporters, three policemen and a burglar to the occupants of this quarantined housei Because, if that Is the case, abso luteiy refuse to feed them"
 But one of the reporters stepped forward and bowed ceremoniously.
 Madam" he said. T thank you for your kind invitation, but-it will be impossible for us to accept. I had in- tended to break the good news earlier, but this little game of burglar-in.a- corner prevented re. The fact is,