Bisbee daily review., 1914-07-15

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 p. sybarite Shot at His Gun Hand Like
 a Terrier. ing, P. sybarite closed one set of sinewy fingers tight round his right wrist and with the other seized and wrested the revolver away.
 The incident was history in @ twin king P. Sybarite sprang back, arm ed. the situation reversed.
 Recovering, Penfeld threw him a cry of envenomed spite and in one stride left the room He was turning up the stairs three steps and an oath at a bound. by the time ?. Sybarlte gained the threshold and sped his departing host with a reminder superhuously irOnic:
 .The Bizarre at this evening. Don't forget"
 A breathless imprecation dropped to him from the head of the staircase. And he chuckled-but cut the chuckle short when a heavy and metallic clang followed the disappearance of the gambler. The iron door upstairs had closed, shutting off the second floor from the lower part of the house and at the same time conslgning P. Syba- rite to the mercies of the police as soon as they succeeded in battering down the front door.
 At his feet, Immediately to the left of the lounge door, yawned the well of the basement stairway. And one chance was no more foolhardy than another. Like a shot down that dark hole he dropped-and brought up with bang against a closed door at the bottom.
 Happily, it wasn't locked. Turning the handle. he stumbled through, re- closed the door and inteligently bolt ed it.
 He was now in a narrow and odor- ous corridor, running from front to rear Of the basement One or two doors open or ajar furnished all it's light Trying the first at a venture, P. Sybarite discovered what seemed Q l servants bedroom. untenanted
 The other door introduced him to a kitchen Of generous proportions and labOrate appointments in absolute order with the exception of the cen tral table. where sat a man asleep with his head pillowed on arms folded amid a disorder of plates, bottles and 1 glasses-asleep and snoring lustily. He was in police uniform, and a cap | hung on the back of his chair. Wrinkling a perplexed nose, ?. Syb- arite swiftly considered the situation. Here was the policeman on the bent one Of those creatures of Pendelds vaunted vest pocket collection. Glad I'm not in his shoesT unused P. Syba- l rite.
 And yes. Urgent second thought changed the tenor of his temper to- ward the sleeper. Better far to be in ! his shoes than in those of P. Sybarite, | just then.
 Remembering Penaeld's revolver. he made sure it was safe and handy in his pocket, then strode In and dropped an imperative hand on the pollceman's shoulder.
 "Get up-pull yourself together!" P. | Sybarite ordered sternly. You're u- able to be broke for this"
 "Broke7 Where's Jimmy2 Who're youY'
 Never mind him. Look to yourself. This place is being raided,"
 "RaidedF The man leaped to hls feet with a cry. "G'wanl It ain't 1 possibler'
 Listen. if you don't believe me-" The crashing of the axes and the ] grumble of the curious crowd assem- bled in the street were distinctly audi ble. The officer needed no other con 6rmation, and yet-instaDt by tnstant- 1t became more clearly apparent that be had drunk too heavily to be able to think for himself
 "Aly Gawdw he cried. "Tm done forr'
 Nonsense! Of with your coatl"
 'What's thatT
 CT say, off with your coat, man, and look sharp! Get 1t off, and m hide 1t while you slip into one of those walt ers' jackets over there. Then. if they find us here, we can pretend to be em- ployees. You understandT
 "Well get pinched an the same" the man objected stupidly.
 "WeH, if we do 1t only means a trip to the night court and fine of 80 or S1O Youu be up tomorrow for ab- sence from post, of course, but that's better than being caught half drunk ln the basement of a gambling house on your beat"
 Impressed. the officer started to un- button his tunic, but hesitated.
 "S'pose some of the boys recognize me?"
 "Where are your witsT demanded P sybarite in exasperatioh. ''This isn't TO BE CONTINUED.