Iron County record. [volume] (Cedar City, Utah) 1893-1982, 1915-08-06
CHAPTER vII-continued.

iuht nlBnt, AFTER calling upon the
detective, Mackenzie, | took the sleep
Ing car express to Euston. The res.
taurant which Hutchinson had indicated
was, | found, situated about halfway
up Westbourne Grove. nearly oppo-
site Whiteley's. It was soon after nine
o'clock when | entered the long shop
with Its rows OF marble-topped tables
and greasy lounges of red plush. An
unhealthy-looking lad was sweeping
out the place with wet sawdust, and a
Dig. dark-bearded. 6abby-faced man In
shirt sleeves stood behind the small
counter polishing some forks.
Il wish to see Signor Ferrari." said.
addressing him.
There Is no Ferrari. he is dead" re-
sponded the man In broken English.
MY name Is Odinzoff. bought the
place from madame"
Il have come to inquire after a
waiter you have In yous service. an
Italian named Santini. He was my
servant for some years, and naturally
take an interest In him"
"Santini?" he repeated "Oh. you
mean Olinto? He is not here yet He
comes at ten o'clock"
This reply surprised me- had ex.
pected the restaurant keeper to ex.
press regret at his disappearance. yet
he spoke as though he had been at
work as usual on the previous day
You find Olinto good servant,
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thing else to say.
Excellent. The Italians are the best
walters In the world. am Russian
but dare not employ Russian wait
er These English would not come tc
my shop IL l did"
How long has Olinto been with
your" | inquired
About year-perhaps a little
more. trust him implicitly. and
leave him In charge when | go away
for holidays. He does not get along
very well with the cook--who is Mi
lanese. These Italians from different
provinces always quarrel" he added
laughing. IF you live In Italy yor
know that. no doubt"
| laughed In chorus and then. glanc
ing at my watch. said; "Tll walt fol
him, II he will be here at ten. l.,
much like to see him again"
The Russian was by no means non
plused, but merely remarked: "He Il
late sometimes, but not often He live
on the other side of London--over a
Camberwell"
Suddenly side door opened and tn,
cook put his head in to speak will
his master In French He was q typi
cal Italian. about forty. with dark mus
taches turned upwards. and an easy
going, careless manner Seeing me
however. and believing me to be Gus
toner. he turned and closed the doc
quickly. In that instant | noticed tn
high broadness of his shoulders. an,
his back struck me as strangely sim
lar to that OF the man In brown whom
we had seen disappearing In Rannocl
wood
The suspicion held me breathless.
Presently odinzoff went outside. car
rying with him two boards upon whic
the menu OF the "Eightpenny Lunch
con! This Day." was written A
scrawly characters. and proceeded L
afiix them to the shop front
This was my opportunity. and quic
as thought moved towards where tn
unhealthy youth was at work. an
whispered;
III give you half-a.sovereign
you'll answer my questions truthnliy
Nov. tell me- was the cook. the ma
I've Just seen. here yesterday"
"Emilio2 Yes. sir"
Was he here the day betoref"
mo. sir. He's been away Ill 10
four days"
And your masterr
l had no time to put any turtle
question. for the Russian re-entered @
that moment, and the youth husie
himself rubbing the front of the coui
ter In pretense that had not spoke
to him. Indeed. | had some difficult
In slipping the promised coin into hi
hand at a moment when his maste
was not looking.
While stood there rather thin, r.
specially dressed man entered an
seated himself upon one OF the plus