The Kendrick gazette. [volume] (Kendrick, Idaho) 1892-1968, 1913-08-29

coldly. unmoved until Gage managed
to sputter out:
"This house is watched"
"Friedrich" gasped Mrs. Martin. At
the word her constant fears became
fulfilled prophesies Of evil But kreis-
ler's pale gray face remained calm.
'Nonsense." he said doubtingly.
Gage. without waiting for comments,
began feverishly opening secret caches
and packing his belongings in suit
case. Skidd lurched forward against
the table and brought down his fist
with Il crash that spattered acid about.
Don't you?" he demanded. drunken
ly. We'll. do you believe I'm drunk?'
The Germans Disguised grOwl was
sufficient answer.
Well" went on Skidd. they didn't
get me so drunk ! couldn't keep my
eyes on them"
He dropped into chair, grumbling
detiantly. Mrs. Martin approached
him TREMENDOUSLY.
What is it? What has happened"
Some ones ON to u.s. snapped Gage
ed his hand for silence and told his
story with the exaggerated impressive
ness of the Importantly drunk. But it
was none the less alarming.
"A wise young guy tried to warm
up to me in saloon" he said, while
Kreisler and the woman listened close
ly. land | couldn't get him drunk.
And. believe me. there's something do
ing when can't get man drunk.
And there's Il new newsboy over on .
the corner. That's dern funny. noT
amt it," Without the slightestrhurry>
or expression of alarm Kreisler began
packing his things away in their hid
ing places. And Skidd. proud of the
impression he had made, continued:
And what | want to know is. Are
they after us or are they after that
new skirt you've got in here? Who is
she?" he demanded, glaring at Mrs.
Martin. whats she wanted for?"
She's all right. Skidd." Mrs. Martin
assured him. watching Kreisler at his
swift and silent work. ''She's not
wanted for anything. know all about
her"
We'll what's she $3.50 mysteri-
Gus about herself for?" demanded
Skidd. What do you want to keep
her shut up in that room for all the
time? | may be drunk. but | amt so
drunk 1 can't be suspicious. 1 want to
see that girl''
THAT is impossible declared Mrs.
Martin firmly.
Gage stepped forward and took the
drunken mans arm.
You better go down and hit the
hay. Bill" he suggested. Skidd, blink
ing at him affectionately, instantly
turned from his former design.
"D'you think l better, Simmy?" he
inquired.
Without answering him Gage pushed
him out of the door and returned.
Kreisler was grumbling savagely I'M
der his breath.
Then Gage declared himself, shifting
nervously from one foot to the other as
he talked
well, fly this coop in the mornin',"
he declared-"early mornin'. We're
nothin' but a pack of deuces. Skidd
picked, your pocket picked and a pet
ticoat down in the paror that you can't
get introduced to. Me for Philadel-
phia."
Kreislers lip curled contemptuously
Il would advise then, Mr.. Cage" he
began. that you take
The door burst open. and Skidd stag
gered into the room. All three started
at the expression of his round face.
The drink had died from his eyes. His
skin was pink and white and the whole
expression was one of utter terror
Mrs. Martin" he gasped, there's a
man-there's a man down there!"
Before any of the three could recover
the power of speech there was sound
of quick, firm footsteps and rustic
of skirts, and Kayton strobe into the
room. followed by Miss Mazuret. The
detectives eyes were flashing with an
ger as they rested on Skidd. The 9TH
erS, save Mrs. Martin, he ignored.
what do you mean by trying to
force your way into this young ladys
room?" he demanded. advancing threat
SHlHSiy us Shluu IelTedteu UeIOTe nlm.
Mrs. Martin, is this the sort of pro-
lection to have in your house?"
'WhO is hep" demanded Skidd of
Kreisler. How did he get in?'
The German swiftly seized him by
the arm in powerful grip that i'm
posed silence.
"Mr. Skidd, go to your ROOM" order
ed Mrs. Martin severely. She rose to
the situation instantly and turned to
Kayton with a half apologize manner.
Hes been drinking" she explained.
who the devil is he?" demanded
Skidd. but not with his former bellig-
erence. He was inwardly completely
cowed and frightened.
What business is it of yours?" de-
manded Mrs. Martin angrily. Are you
running this house? Go to your roomr'
Gage took his arm and dragged him
reluctantly to the door, Skidd still pro-
testing feehly. -