The Detroit times., 1911-07-08
Saturday. July 8.
1911
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GVM MYSTERY ZSAea,
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and nm instant later was In my sec
ond speed and halfway up the block.
The noliceman behind ms was firing
his revolver: whether at us 0r our
tires or the sky I had no time 10
guess. And | took the FIRST corner
with my heart In my mouth and an
empty feeling In my stomach. praying
that we might get around II right side
up. A shadow ran out from the curb
and sprang for the running-board;
but my hands and eyes were 30 busy
In front of me that / did not know
whether We missed him or ran him
down.
Speed was impossible over the cob
bles; our only chance was TO take as
many turnings as possible to avoid
being headed, and for the next few
minutes we swayed and slid around
ltreacherous corners through dark
ness that was full OF shouts and
whistiings and gesticulating enemies.
I wondered that every blue-coated
figure running blindly up the lane OF
our lights did not stop US. and that
at every turning we had neither upset
nor skidded into the opposite curb.
III was wild work at the best; and con-
u
and unfamiliar car over Shiny pave
ments, can not understand now how
we avoided either accident or cap
ture. But presently the headlights
showed long. dark street, clear OK
interference. We raced up II at
rate that seemed TO loosen every
tooth In my head, and numbed my
fingers upon the rafting wheel The
noise was fairly behind us. After
couple more turns, II had grown faint-
er: and I slowed TO saner speed,
watching the street lamps for knowi-
edge OF my whereabout. Then be-
came conscious that there was Q
man beside me In the car.
He was huddled In a heap on the
floor, between the seat and the dash,
hanging on desperately, and crowding
himself into the least possible space
as II to keep out of sight As soon as
could spare hand. began to
pound him over the head and neck.
was in no mood for half measures.
He covered back on the running
board, shielding himself with an arm
and turning up an absurd and ugly
face Of terror. 1t was our highly re-
spectacle chauffeur.
"Oh, for Gods sake, don't, sir!" he
croaked. shrinking back out OF reach.
Il won't interfere with you nor Moth
ing. I'll get out as soon az We get
fair away. Only I'd ha' been took up
sure. sir, and there's me character
gone"
Get into that seat and keep still."
said, ''or you'll have Us all taken
UP. Get In, tell you"
He crawled into the seat, shaking
and protesting. There were tears In
his voice. and think actually In his
eyes.
do you know your way out Of
this?" demanded.
mo, sir. I haven't a notion. I'll
get out and ask" He was apparent
ly too frightened to know his own
mind, but had made up mine. He
was better with US than wandering
about the city, telling murder stories.
Stay where you are" snapped,
you'll go home with US, and keep
your head shut"
"oh, cant think OF It. sir. Wen
never get home after this. III. get
I out here. It's murder and resisting
arrest and endangering traffic. They'll
have me an accomplice."
caught at his collar as he tried to
stand up, and jerked him back into
the seat Before he could mako an
other move, had shut on and got
my right hand on the revolver I
held 1t across my knees under the
wheel, and slipped the holster on Il.
You're going to sit still and keep
quiet,"I said, and you're going wher-
ever we go. Do you understand"
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