Sioux County pioneer. (Fort Yates, Sioux County, N.D.) 1914-1929, 1915-07-02
CHAPTER vlI-continued.

detective, Mackenzie. I 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 handicapped tables
and greasy lounges of red plush. An
unhealthy-looking lad was sweeping
out the place with wet sawdust, and a
big. dark-bearded, fiabby.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 Odinzotf. l bought the
place from madame"
Il have come to inquire after q
waiter you have in your service, an
Italian named Santini. He was my
servant for some years. and naturally
take an interest in him"
"Santfni?" he repeated. "Oh, you
mean Olinto? He is not here yet. He
comes 1t ten o'clock"
This reply surprised me. l had ex.
pected the restaurant keeper to ex.
Dress regret at his disappearance. yet
Ne spoke as though he had been at
work as usual on the previous day.
You find Olinto good servant,
suppose?" said, for want of some.
thing else to say.
Excellent. The Italians are the best
walters in the world. am Russian,
but l dare not employ Russian wait.
er. These English would not come to
my shop if did"
How long has Olinto been with
1eu?" inquired.
About a year-perhaps a little
more. l 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.
aanese. These Italians from different
provinces always quarrel" he added
laughing. III you live in Italy you
know that. no doubt"
I laughed in chorus and then, glanc.
ing at my watch, said: "IIl wait for
him. If he will be here at ten. I'd
much like to see him again."
The Russian was by no means non.
plused. but merely remarked: HE is
late sometimes. but not often. He lives
on the other side of London-over at
Camberwell"
Suddenly side door opened and the
cook put his head in to speak with
his master in French. He was a 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 a Gus.
toner. he turned and closed the door
quickly. In that instant noticed the
high broadness of his shoulders, and
his back struck me as strangely SINH.
lar to that Of the man in brown whom
we had seen disappearing in Rannoch
wood.
The suspicion held me breathless.
Presently Odinzon went outside, car.
1ying with him two boards upon which
the menu of the "Eightpenny Lunch.
con! This DAY." was written In
scrawly characters. and proceeded to
afiix them to the shop front.
This was my opportunity, and quick
% thought moved towards where the
unhealthy youth was at work, and
whispered:
'I'n give you half-a-sovereign II
you'll answer my questions truthfully
Now. tell me. was the cook. the man
I've just seen. here yesterday"
emilio? Yes. sir"
4. "Was he here the day before?"
mo. sir. He's been away i'll fe-
four days"
"And your master?" i.
I had no time to put any further
question, for the Russian re-entered at
that moment, and the youth busted
himself rubbing the front Of the coun'
Ter In pretense that I had not spoken
. him. Indeed. had some difficulty
In slipping the promised coin into his
hand 1t moment when his master
WAS not looking.
While I stood there rather thin. re-
sp0etabg dressed man entered and
aaote& himself upon one Of the plush