New Ulm review. (New Ulm, Brown County, Minn.) 1892-1961, 1915-05-26


him or pushing him. under the cir
cumstances. in triumph to the police
station. and another mental picture not
so pleasant of being found on the
pavement by some passerby with
small punctuation mark ending my SEN
tence of life.
Once the man just ahead stopped and
lighted cigarette. and the odor of
very fair Turkish tobacco came back
to me. He glanced back over his
shoulder at me and went on without
quickening his pace. We met no po-
licemen. and after perhaps five min
utes' walking. when the strain was
growing tense. my gentleman of the
rubber soled shoes swung abruptly to
the left and-entered the police sta
ton!
had occasion to see Davidson many
times after that during the strange de-
velopment of the Fleming case. had
the peculiar experience later Of having
him follow me as l trailed him that
night, and had occasion once to test
helped to thrust me through the tran
som at the White Cat, but never met
him without recurrence of the sheep
ish feeling with which I watched him
swagger up to the night sergeant and
fall into easy conversation with the
man behind the desk
Two or three roundsmen were sitting
against the wall lazily, helmets off and
coats open against the warmth Of the
early spring night. In a back room
| others were playing checkers and dis
putting noisily. Davidson's voice came
distinctly through the open windows.
''The house is closed" he reported,
"but one of the basement windows
isn't shattered, and the lock is bad. 1
couldn't find Shields. He'd better keep
an eye on it." He stopped and fished
in his pockets with grin. "This was
tied to the knob of the kitchen door,"
he said, raising his voice for the bene-
fit of the room and holding aloft piece
of paper. For Shields" he explained,
land signed Della"
The men gathered around him. Even
the sergeant got up and leaned for
ward, his elbows on his desk.
Read it," he said lazily. Shields
Della"
Dear Tom," Davidson read in
mincing falsetto, 1--WE are closing up
unexpected, so I won't be here tonight.
am going to Mamie Brennan's, and if
you want to talk to me you can get me
by calling up Anderson's drug store.
The clerk is a gentleman friend of
mine. Mr.. Carter, the butler, told me
before he left he would get me place
as parlor maid, so I'll have another sit
uation soon. Della"
The sergeant scowled. "I'm goin' to
talk to Tom," he said, reaching out for
the note. Hes got nice family, and
things like that're bad for the force
1 lighted the cigar, which had been
my excuse for lettering Oh the pave
ment and went on. It sounded involv-
ed for novice, but if could find An
derson's drugstore could find Mamie
Brennan. Through Mamie Brennan
would get Della and through Della
might find Carter, and so l made the
first note in my new business of man
hunter
It was late when I reached the cor
ner of Chestnut and Union streets,
where Fred had said Allan Fleming
had come to grief in a cab. But the
corner man had gone, and the night
man on the beat knew nothing, of
course, of any particular collision.
I went home to bed. I had made no
Roadway, had lost conceit with my
self and a day and evening at the Of
fee, and I had gained the certainty
that Margery Fleming was safe in
Bellwood and the uncertain address Of
servant who might know something
about Mr.. Fleming.
l was still awake at o'clock and
consulted the telephone directory
There were twelve Andersons in the
city who conducted drugstores
When finally went to sleep dream
ed that I was driving Margery Flem-
ing along street in broken taxicab
and that all the buildings were phar-
macies and numbered eleven twenty
two.
After such night slept late. Edith
had gone out with Fred when came
downstairs. have great admiration
for Edith, for her tolerance with my
uncertain hours, for her CHEEKY break
fast room and the smiling good nature
OF the servants she engages. have a
theory that, show me sullen servant
and l will show you a sullen mistress,
although Edith herself disclaims all
responsibility and lays credit for the
smile with which Katie brings in my
eggs and coffee to largess on my part
On that particular morning Katie
brought me letter, and 1 recognized
the cramped and rather uncertain
writing of Miss Jane Maitland.
Dear Mr.. Knox-sister Letitia wishes
me to ask you if you can dine with us
tonight informally. She has changed her
| mind in regard to the Colored Orphans