The Cairo bulletin., 1912-03-04
CHAPTER III.
1 Don the Paiamas..

Don the pajamas.
by Jove, jenkins, they fit like a
dream!" gr A Ee@
Il twisted before the glass and sur
veyed the pajamas with much salts
faction They looked jolly right from
every point. Moreover, with all their
easy looseness, there was not an inch
too much. They had comfortable,
personal feel
Lucky thing they weren't made
originally for some whale like Jack
Billings--eh, Jenkins?" | commented
musingly. M
Behind his hand Jenkins INDUCED in
what is vulgarly known as a smoker.
Mr.. Billings, sir, he couldn't get
one shoulder in EN-, much less a.
hh--leg," he chuckled. They'd be
in ribbons, sir"
yawned sleepiIy, and Jenkins in
stantly sobered to attention aae held
his finger over the light switch ais
punched a pillow and rolled over on
the mattress. R
"All right" I said push the jolly
thing out And with q click dark
ness fell about me.
Good night, sir came Jenkins
voice softly
Night" l misunderstanding and /
was off.
Sometime, hours later, awoke, and
with deyilish yearning for smoke.
1t often takes me that way in the
night aas
climbed out in the blackness and
found my way into the other room /
remembered exactly where had drop
ped my cigarette case when we were
fooling with the paiamas by the table,
and / found 1t without difficulty.
In the act of STOPPING for it, my
hand clutched the edge Of the table
and felt spot yield under the
pressure of my thumb II was the
button controlling the bell to Jen-
kins' room. 4
Lucky thing he sleeps like jolly
porpoise," | reflected. Ai
pushed wicker armchair into
the moonlight and breeze by a win.
dow, and pulling a fame to cigarette,
leaned back, feeling jolly comfy. For
the breeze was ripping and delicious
and the delicate silk of the pajamas
flowed in little wavelets all the way
from my heels to my neck.
| was just about dropping off when
! heard some one hurrying along the
private hall leading from the back.
jenkins himself popped into the room.
Did you ring. sir?" he inquired,
and advanced quickly.
And then, before could thinlS about
1t to reply. he halted suddenly, almost
pitching forward Then, with Kind
of whee2y howl, he sprang to the wall.
Next instant, was blinking under the
dazzling electrolier
Here, / say! Shut off that light"
demonstrated. half blinded Nv,
heard swift rush across the
rugs, and the next thing knew was
roughly ierKed from oat nay chair;
strong fingers clut ehea my throat, and
/ found myself glazing into a fright
encd but resoiutc face, ".
"Jen-Jenkins," | tried to gasp, but
only a gurgle came.
was so taken unawares, ] knew it
must be some dashed dream. Per-
hapsg another minute, and | would
wake UP. But he gripped me tighter
and shook me like rag.
Say, who are you?" he hissed.
How did you get in here?'
And then, Of course, knew that he
was crazy. Whether he was crazy
In dream or,erazy with me awake, I
couldn't guess 1t made very little
difference, anyhow, for knew that In
another minute | should be either
dream dead or real dead and dash
me If could see any odds worth toss
ing for In either, you know.
But don't belong to the athletic
cluh o,iite for nothing and have man
aged to pick up a few tricks. you
know. So with the decision TO chuck
the dream theory, / shot my leg for
ward with mix-up and twist that
made Jenkins loosen his clutch and
stagger backward
rrWhat'e the matter with you?" J
gasped. advancing toward'h MIN Are
you trying to murder me?'' But |
was so hoarse, the only word that
came out plainly was murder"
jenkins uttered howl. Help, Mr.,
Lightuut! Murderl'
You old fool!' cried, exasperated.
"Come herel"
lie was coming. He seized light
chair and swung 1t behind his head,
Then he rushed me with shout.