Willmar tribune. [volume] (Willmar, Minn.) 1895-1931, 1913-11-26
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CHAPTER Kill.
The CITY Prison +, !,

CHAPTER XIII. !.
The City Prison. zs:# 81 4
| \HE anticlimax had struck the
| Hotel Tirol some hours be.
| fore It came upon Brock and
Miss Fowler. Mr.. Citizens de.
manded the person Of the man calling
himself Roxbury Medcroft. The prin-
cipal bank In the city was also repre-
sented in the company Of investigators
Likewise there was laconic gentle
man from the British Office Ss=
Mr.. Medcroft was ont. Then, they
agreed. it was necessary to see Mrs,
| Medcroft. or the lady representing her.
self to be such. Mr.. Citizens was per.
m1tted to go to her rooms in company
with the manager Of the hotel. What
transpired in those rooms during the
next fifteen minutes would be quite
| impossible to narrate short OF an en-.
tire volume. Edith promptly collapsed.
Subsequently she became hysterical.
She begged for time. and. getting it,
proceeded to threaten every one with
prosecution. .@s = ss..= s.
81 am Mrs. Medcroftv she declared
piteously. Where is the American con.
sui? demand the American consult
"What has the American government
to do with it?' gruf1y demanded Mr..
| Citizens. E. - 49,.
"Mr.-Mr.-the gentleman whom you
accuse is an American citizen!" she
stammered. 44s3
"Oho! Then he is not an English
man?,' .,sss.>.. 49,.
Il refuse to answer your questions
You are impertinent. l ask you, sir,
as the manager Of this hotel. to eject
this man from my rooms. ~ The man
aged smiled blandly and did not eject
the man.. -
"But, madam" he said, we have a
right to know who and what you are
II Mr.. Medcroft is in London this gen.
tleman surely cannot be he. the real
MIR. Medcroft. We must have an ex,
PLANTATION .v->s->. s,.~ .&s* .%sJ =.. j..
Pill will explain everything to.
morrow. Oh, by the way. is there q
telegram for me in the office? There
| must be. I've been expecting it oil
day. telegraphed to London for it,
There is no telegram down there
madam" 49, : r.. @:.z
At this juncture Mr.. Odell-C Carney
appeared on the scene unlimited. but
| welcome. r. -. s S5. Z.
'Wot's all thts?'' he demanded stern
". Everybody proceeded at once to
tell him. Somehow he got the drift ;ot
the story. ''Get out, all of your he
said. Il stand sponsor for Mrs. Med
croft. She Is Mrs Medcroft, hang you
sir. If you come around here bother
ing her again I'll have the law upon
you. The Medcrofts are English ciH
zens and"- .5.1 Nd .,, r..
"Oh, they are, are they?' sneered Mr.
| Citizens with sinister chuckle. :
who the devil are you, STRIP
I'm from Scotland Yard #
! Il thought SO. You've proved it, 'pon
my soul. am Odell-C Carney. Daresay
you've heard Of me- =s.>.. S ~,
Il know you by sight. sir. But
that =. >.=. 80. sS- ii. ! r.: 7. H.
Clever chap, by Jove! And there's
| no but about it. Mr-Mr-never mind
what It is. don't want to know your
name. Mrs. Medcroft, will you permit
me to send my wife up to you? Mr.
Manager, Il insist that you take this
c'nfended rabble down to the Office aud
tell them to go to the devil! Don't do
it up here; do 1t down there. : s
| After some further discussion and
| protests the Scotland Yard man and his
party left the room to It's distracted
| mistress; It may be well to remark
for the sake OF local color that Tooties
was crying Justify, while Raggles bark
ed in spite of all that O'Brien could do
to stop him. IS: .s@.ss
| Odell-Carney sent his wife to Edith
| A few minutes later, as he was making
his way to the Office. he came upon
Mrs. Rodney and Katherine, hurrying
| white faced. to their rooms.
%"Oh. isn't it dreadful p walled the
| former, putting her clinched hands to
her temples y.ss :=..E=S:: r
Isn't wot dreadful?" demanded be
brutally: .5t i. .s:.. =s
About Edith! They're going to ar.
rest her. = q. :..S
| Mot II can help it. madam. Where
is Mr.. Rodney r s.ls=. 5.4 ss
He hasn't anything to do with it:
Were as innocent as children unborn
It's all shocking to us. Mr. Rodney
shouldn't be arrested His rectitude is
without a flaw. For heavens sake.
don't impllcate him. He's IA. Is :Sz ]:
Madam, I'm not a policeman" said
Odell- Carney with scathing dignity.
want your husband to aid me in hush
ing this c'nfended thing .5s..:.5 |z=..
He started away as Mr.. Rodney
came putting up the stairs 5Odell- Car
ney changed his mind and waited.
Where's Edith e painted MIR. Rod
ney. ts.s:5,s tss &
Good heavens!!'' groaned his wife.
Lowering her voice because three cham
bermaids were looking on from near
BY turn 70 on't mention that crea-
lures name. Just: think what she SCOT
us into. He isn't her husband. Alfred.
telephone for: ticke ta ON tonight's train.
Tomorrow will be too late. won't
stay here another minute Everybody
IN the hotel L. "a liking: Well all be ar
rested s55
But Mr.. Rodney, Tor once was the