New Ulm review. (New Ulm, Brown County, Minn.) 1892-1961, 1914-05-06

tishy, and you're the sickest looking
cop ever laid eyes on But there are
less unlikely things than that second
story man should try this route for his
geta way Well" she demanded un-
gently, "what're you standing there for
like stone MANI"
my dear lady, expostulated the
dismayed Z. Sybarite.
IF you're a cop go to it-cop some
body" she replied with a brusque laugh.
''and then clear out | can use the
room and time you're occupying. Be
sides. you're slipping the said burglar
fine young chance to make the front
door, unless he's under the bed
Mechanically obedient to her sugges-
ton. down P Sybarite pumped on his
knees. lifted the silken valance at the
foot Of the bed. and pretended to ex-
p!ore the darkness hereunder.
While thus occupied and badgering
his added wits to invent some plaus-
| ible way to elude this amazon, he was
at once startled and still further dis
| mayed to hear the bed springs creak,
a light double thump rs two bare feet
| found the floor and again the woman's
| voice favored with acid sarcasm.
you seem to find it interesting down
| there. Is it the view? Or are YOU try-
ing to hypnotic your burglar by the
power Of the human eye?''
| tits pure and simple reverence for
the proprieties," 2. Sybarite replied
without stirring; keeps me emulatine
the foolish ostrich. I don't pretend it's
comfortable, but l, believe me, madam.
am plain man. Of modest tastes, I'M
accustomed to-
i "That," said the lady, s1nothering
giggle, Twill be about all from YOU.
Get up, or III call in sure enough cop
to search your title to that uniform"
| Hastily ?. Sybarite withdrew his
head and rose. An embarrassed glance
askance comforted him measurably:
the lady had thrown an exquisite neg
ligee over her night dress and had
thrust her pretty feet into extrava.
gantly pretty silken slippers.
Now said she tersely. "we'll comb
the premises for this burglar of yours.
and II we don't find him"-her lips
frightened, her brows clouded ominous-
ly-I promise you an interesting time
OF it. Where's your nightstick?''
With CONSERVATION p Sybarite in
vestigatcd the vacant loop at his side.
"Must've dropped out while was
shining over the back fence" he sur
missed vaguely. However. shan't
need it. This"-with bright and con-
fdent smile displaying Penfeld's re-
volver-"will do just as well-better,
in fact"
| 'That?' she questioned That's not
a police department gun. Where'd
YOU
"Oh yes. it u.s. It's the new pattern
recently adopted. They've just be-
gun to issue 'en. only got mine to-
day
The lady's lips curled Every well,''
she concluded CURLY. II 1onst~betieve
a word youTsay, but swe'lf see. I warm
you. find me a burglar-oc;" she added
with unmistakable significance, III
find one myself"
| Interpreting the level challenge of
her glance, P. Sybarite's heart quaked.
But there was no use Offering resist
| ance to the demands of this masterful
woman. She was one patiently to be
humored against more suspicious
| turn of affairs.
He shrugged. gave in with a gesture
|
| I'd an inner door
Find that burglar. Lead the way
now"
Awed, P. Sybarite crasped his re-
| volver and strobe to the door with
| much dramatic manner. but paused
with a hand on the knob to- look over
his shoulder The woman was there
not foot distant her countenance
mask of suspicious determination
He pulled the door open. flung out
into the hallway. paused again at the
mouth of the back Well of the stair
| way.
Behind him the woman snapped on a
switch. An electric bulb glared out o.
! Che darkness behind him. And p Syb
| arite, peering down, started back, with
a gasp of amaZement that was instant
| ly echoed at his ear.
| On the stairs, halfway down. a man
was crouching in posture Of frozen
CONSERVATION. a small electric pocket
lamp burning brilliantly in one hand,
! the other, lifted. grasping a weapon OF
some curious sort Gin the eyes of f.
Sybarite more than anything else like
small black cannon). hatless man
in evening clothes, his face half blotted
out by black mask that left uncov-
cred only his angular. muscular Jaw
and ugly, twisted mouth.
For full minute. it seemed, not one
Of the three SO much as drew breath
And then, as if from heart of agony
the woman at his side breathed bro
ken and tortured cry:
You dog. So it has come to murder
has it,
1