New Ulm review. (New Ulm, Brown County, Minn.) 1892-1961, 1914-06-17

AS nc lO"ucu TIE l'eli utlttOll lot Tie
benefit of the elevator man-but for his
own failed to press it home-the rum
BILE of the door bell below could be
heard family through muff1ing friedrich
walls. The grumble persisted long aft
err the elevator had dropped back to
the eleventh floor.
And presently the voice of Western
Union was lifted in sour expostulation:
"Sa-ay. whatcha s'pose's tn malta
wild dis guy? l. been ringin' haitian.
our!n'
That's funny" commented the ele-
vator boy. He come in only about ten
minutes ago.
"Waitin' here all day won't get me
nothin'. Here. what's tn malta wild
you signin' for't?''
"Gwan. Sign it yourself nd stick
unda the door, whydoncha?
Alright. Guess will"
Clang of the gate: whine of the de-
scending car: silence.
Softly P Sybarite tiptoed down the
stairs.
Disappointment. however, lay in am.
bush for him at his nefarious goal. Ev-
identity the messenger had been pune
| t1lious about his duty. Not even so
| much as the tip Of a corner of yellow
envelope peeped from under the door.
Reckless in evaporation =. Sybarite
first wasted time educing a series OF
short. sharp banks from the bella pc
culiarly irritating noise. calculated Zone
would think) to rouse the dead-then
tried the door and found it fast: in the
end knelt and bent an ear to the KEY
hole, listening
Not sound: silence Of the grave; the
house deathly still. He could hear his
own heart drumming. but from Shay
mons fat nothing.
Or. no! Was that the creak of a
board beneath a stealthy footstep?
II so. it wasn't repeated.
Again. could it be possible his ears
did actually detect a sound of human
respiration through the keyhole?
Could it be Shaynon. just the other
side Of that inch wide pressed steel
barrier. the freproof door. covering in
throes of some paralyzing fright. afraid
to answer the summons?
When at length P. Sybarite rose and
drew away it was with all stealth.
Once more at Peter Kenny's door, his
ditfident fingers evoked from the bell
but single chirp-a sound that would
by no means have gained him admis-
81 T.,
bed reading to while away the ache Of
his. wound.
But it was ordered so. Peter was
quick to answer the door.
doc says I'm all right if blood
poisoning doesn't set in. What luck? p
'"rhe worst. Where are my clothes?
I've got to change and run"
Whereupon. while changing his cloth
ing. P. Sybarite delivered himself of
an abbreviated summary of what had
happened at the ball and after.
''But why" he wound up peevishly,
"why didn't you tell me Bayard Shay
non lived ir the fat below your"
Didn't occur to me; and If you ask
me l don't see why it should interest
you now"
Because" said P. Sybarite quietly,
I'm going down there and break in as
soon as I'm dressed tit to go to jail
I'm the sacred name of insanity 4
IF he's out I'll steal that telegram
and find out whether it has any bear
ing on the case. If it hasn't I'll sift
every inch Of the room for suspicion
of leading clew."
But if he's in
I'll take my chances said P. Syba-
rite. with grim brevity.
"Inarmed:,.
"Not If know the nature Of the
BRUTE" He stood up. fully dressed
but for his shoes. Now, my gun,
please"
"Top drawer of the buffet there.
How are you going fire escape?"
Where is it," P. Sybarite asked as
he possessed himself Of his weapon
Half minute Peter Kenny held
out his hand Lets have a look at
that gun. will you:''
what for?' Fl
| Zone OF those newfangied automatic
pistols, isn't it? I've never seen one
before"
| "But-you've had this here
II know. but didn't pay much at
tention. thinking OF other things"
But you're delaying me-
Mean to-" said Peter Kenny pur-
posefully And without giving P. Syb-
arfte the least hint Of his intention
suddenly imprisoned his wrist, grabbed
the weapon by the barrel and took 1t
t. himself. with the greater ease since
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