The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1914-06-27

("Listen! A trick wins. When
 kick him, strike him to the ground.'')
 What's that gibberish?" demanded Schlager.
 'Very we'll" said Sedgwick quickly in the tone of one who accepts instruc k tions. ''I'1 be still enough. Go ahead and do the talking Better both keep stiI1,'' advised the deceived sheriff. Anything you say can be used against you at the trial And the penalty for body snatching is twenty years in this state"
 'Yes, but what constitutes body snatching?" murmured Kent.
 You do, I. guess,9 retorted the hu morous sheriff. Steady with those hands Which pocket, please, profes- sor7''
 .Right hand coat if you want my money answered the scientist sul- lenly-
 Nothing like that laughed the of hcer. Your gun will do at present.
 1I haven't got any gun"
 sI hear you say it! Remember. mine is pointed at your stomach
 Correct place" approved Kent, quiet ly shifting his weight to his left foot s1t's the seat of human courage WellT' as Schlager tapped pocket after pock- ct without result, you can't say l didn't warn you. Now, FrankF'
 With the word there was sharp spat as the heel of Rents heavy boot, flying up in the kick of his own de vising, caught the sheriff full on the wrist, breaking the bones and sending the revolver a-spin into the darkness. As instantly Sedgwick struck, swing ing full armed, and SchIager went down, half stunned
 esPin him, Frank ordered Kent in a low tone.
 But Sedgwick needed no directions, der of the moment. His elbow was neck. Schlager lay still, moaning a little.
 Good work, my boy,' approved Kent, who had retrieved the revolver.
 'sWho cIubbed me?'' groaned the fall en man. t'I didn't see no third feller. And what goods it going to do you anyway? There you are, and there's the robbed grave. Exaggerated by as- sauIt on an officer of the law he add ed technically.
 .asThat is right. too. Kent g added Sedgwick, with shaking voice. What ever we do, don't see but what we are disgraced and ruined"
 Unless = suggested Kent, with mild toned malice, i've rid ourselves of the only witness to the affair."
 A little gasp issued from the thick lips of Len SchIager. But he spoke with courage and net without certain dignity. You got me-" he admitted quietly. ''If it's hl4fn', why, I guess it's as good a way to go as any. An officer murdered in the discharge of his duty.'
 ..Not so sure about the duty, schla- ger,'' said Kent, with a change of tone. "But your life is safe enough in any event Pity you're such a grafter, for you've got your decent points. Let. him up, Sedgwick.'
 Relieved of his assailants weight, Schlager undertook to rise, set his hand on the ground and collapsed with a groan.
 .Too bad about that wrist" said Kent. 'tT'1I take you back in my car to have it looked after as soon as we've finished here''
 .I s'poseyou know. ri have to arrest you, just the sameg'
 Don't bluff, retorted the other care lessly. Tt wastes time Steady! Here comes the rest of the party.''
 Across the me0nlit lawn moved brisk ly the spare. alert figure of the owner of Hedgerow house. His hand grasped a long barreIed pistol. He made straight for the grove of graves With in five yards of the willows he stopped, because a voice from behind one of them had suggested to him that he do so.
 q also am armed the voice added 
 Hesitancy, hickereds in MT. Blair's face for a brief moment. Then. with set jaw, he came on In single night. That's all out of l commented the voice with 1 3 slight laugh. MT. Blair, I really 1 should dislike shooting you.'
 Who are you?' demanded MT. Blair 1 Chester Kent-''' 'sWhat are you doing on my prop srty at this hour?' Digging
 "AhIg It was hardly an exclama- ion; rather. it was a contained com nentary. MT. Blair had noted the ex- lumed casket. You might better nave taken my ofrer,'' he continued lfter a pause of some seconds. q hink, sir, you have dug the grave of 7our own career"
 That remains to be seen.''
 "schlager! Are you there?'
 "Yes, MT. Blair. They've broken my wrist and got my gun"
 Who are they?'
 Francis Sedgwick is the other, at Tour service" answered the owner of hat name.
 An extraordinary convulsion of rage distorted the set features of the elder ? man.
 ''You?' he cried. Haven't you done though without this?"
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