The San Juan islander. [volume] (Friday Harbor, Wash.) 1898-1914, 1913-02-14
.He.s gone" I whispered. gripping

.He's gone" I whispered. gripping
my companion by the arm.
81 know, / know. Keep quiet"
40 we stood there listening. ] heard
+ne sudden clatter of boots upon q
stairway, and then silence.
"1t appears to me that we shall
ra an interesting evening" said Ad-
dington Peace.
twist in the passage. turn
enough a door. and we were rafting
dawn the back stairs and out into a
n,oonlit yard In the denser darkness
der the walls l made out double
row Of big barrows. from which there
came a subtle aroma In which stale
acb predominated. From amongst
them a tall shadow arose and came
slipping to our side.
"He's off. SIR" said the ser1eant'
Cor # was he. Rushed by, shaking
bis fist and talking to himself IKE q
mailman. Where has he gone. 90 you
think?"
"To Amaroff's studio; and we must
get there before him. The nearest CAD
rank, if you please. Jackson
We ran through the yard, hustled UP
the narrow streets, lost ourselves, as
far as I was concerned, in maze OF
alleys. and finally shot out into roar
ing thoroughfare, crowded with a
stroIling population. No cab was IN
sight. Opposite the lamps OF the I'M
derground station the inspector
stopped us.
ut would be quicker" he said, with
a jerk of the head, and we turned into
the booking office and galloped down
the stairs. Luck was with us, and we
tumbled into a carriage as the train
moved away.
We were not alone, and we jour-
neyed in silence Station after sta
ton slipped by, until at last we were
In the southwestern district again. MY
excitement increased as we fled up
the stairs of the South Kensington sta
ton. Here was new sensation. keen,
virile, natural; here was race worth
the trouble it involved. l did not un-
derstand; but knew that on our speed
much depended. Indeed, could have
shouted aloud, but for the influence OF
those two quiet, Unconditional figures
that trotted on either hand.
regretted NOTTINGHAM hour of this
was worth a year of artistic cOntem-
plation.
At the corner we found hanson,
and soon were rafting down the
Kings Road. When the cab stopped,
to the inspectors order, it was not,
as l expected, at the corner of Harden
Place, but a street preceding it. Down
this we walked quickly until we came
upon a seedy-looking fellow with a red
muffier about his neck, leaning against
the wall.
/ was surprised when we halted in
front of him.
Good evening, Harrison" said the
inspector. Anything to report?"
They're there. sir. They came
err are watching the door in Harden
Place, and | came here"
They didn't see any of your
mo, sir, l am sure of it."
you had better join the others in
Harden Place. Keep within hearing,
and If I whistle, kick in the side door
of the studio-it can be done. There
is a man who fancy will have a key
to the door that is due in about five,
minutes. If l have not whistled be-
fore he arrives, let him through. You
understand"
"Yes, SIR
The detective faded discreetly into
the darkness, while the inspector
turned to me.
There may be complications, Mr..
Phillips, and no slight danger. I
must ask you to go home"
81 shall do nothing of the Sort
"Mutiny," he said; but l could See
that he was smiling You are rather
a fraud, Mr.. Phillips-rather fraud,
you know. There is more of a fight
err than dilletante in you. after all.
Come. then, over you CO."
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