River Falls journal. [volume] (River Falls, Pierce County, Wis.) 1872-2019, 1913-06-12

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stare. Indeed, he had been wonder
ing for some time at the manner of
the detective, which showed curious
mixture of several opposing emo
tons. Now, the fellow was actually
in a tremble of hope or impatience-
and, not content with listening, he
peered every few minutes down the
well of the staircase, and when he
was not doing that, tramped from end
to end of the narrow passage-way sep
arating the head Of the stairs from the
door he had pointed out, like one to
whom minutes were hours. But when.
after some half hour of this tedium
and suspense, there rose from below
the faint clatter OF ascending foot
steps, he remembered his meek COM
panion and reckoning him to one side,
began a studied conversation with
him, showing him notebook in which
he had written such phrases as these:
Don't look up till he is fairly in
range with the light.
There's nothing to fear; he doesn't
know either of US.
IL ii is face you have seen before
if 1t is the one we are expecting to
see, pull your necktie straight. It's a
little on one side.
The man they were waiting for was
no further up than the second floor,
but instinctively Georges hand had
flown to his necktie, and he was only
stopped from it's premature rear
rangement by a warning look from
Sweetwater.
mot unless you know him." whis-
pered the detective.
Suddenly the steps below paused
and George heard Sweetwater draw in
his breath in irrepressible dismay.
But they were Immediately resumed,
and presently the head and shoulders
of a workingman of uncommon pro-
portions appeared in sight on the
stairway.
George cast him a keen look, and
his hand rose doubtfully to his neck
and then fell back again. The ap-
preaching man was tall, very wellpro-
portioned and easy of carriage; but
the face-such of it as could be seen
between his cap and the high SOLAR he
had pulled up about his ears, con-
veyed no exact impression to Georges
mind, and he did not dare to give the
signal Sweetwater expected from him.
You're not sure?" he now heard,
oddly interpolated in the stream of
half-whispered talk with which the
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uation.
George shook his head He could
not rid himself Of the old impression
he had formed of the man in the
snow.
MIR. Dunn, word with you," sud
denly spoke up Sweetwater, to the
man who had just passed them.
That's your name, isn't 1t?"
Eyes, that is my name," was the
quiet response, in a voice which was
at once rich and resonant who are
you who wish to speak to me at so
late an hour?"
well, we are-you know what"
smiled the ready detective, advancing
halfway to greet him. Were not
members of the Associated Brother
hood, but possibly have hopes of be-
ing so. At all events, we should like
to talk the matter over, If, as you
say, it's not 100 late
Il have nothing to do with the
club"
but you spoke before it,"
Eyes"
Then you can give us some sort
of an idea how we are to apply for
membership"
Mr.. Dunn met the concentrated gaze
of his two evidently unwelcome Wis
itors with a frankness which dashed
Georges confidence in himself, but
made little visible impression upon
his daring companion.
II should rather see you at another