Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1915-07-30
CHAPTER VII-Contlnued.

detective, Mackenzie, l took the sleep
ing car express to Euston. The res
saurant which Hutcheson had indicated
was, l found, situated about halfway
up Westbourne Grove, nearly oppO-
site Whiteley's. 1t was soon after nine
o'clock when l 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.
n 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. 1 bought the
place from madame"
81 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"
"Santini?" he repeated. ooh, 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 a good servant,
suppose?" l said, for want of some
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 to
my shop If did"
How long has Olinto been with
you?" inquired.
About a year-perhaps a little
more. l trust him implicitly, and l
leave him in charge when / go away
Tor holidays. He does not get along
sery well with the cook-who Is Mi
'anese. These Italians from different
provinces always quarrel" he added,
laughing. "If you live in Italy you
AuO" InaC, no doubt.
/ laughed in chorus and then, glanc-
Ing at my watch, said: "I'll wait for
him, if he will be here at ten. I'd
much LIE to see him again"
The Russian was by no means nom
plused, but merely remarked: HE is
late sometimes, but not often. He lives
on the other side of London-oyer at
Camberwel."
Suddenly side door opened and the
COOK put his head in to speak with
MS master in French. He was a typi-
cal Italian, about forty, with dark mus
taches turned upwards, and an easy
gong careless manner. Seeing me,
however, and believing me to be Gus
toner, he turned and closed the door
quickly. In that instant noticed the
nigh broadness Of his shoulders, and
MS 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
Tying with him two boards upon which
the menu OF the "Eightpenny Lunch
con! This Dayl" was written in
scrawly characters, and proceeded to
Anlx them to the shop front.
This was my opportunity, and quick
Is thought moved towards where the
uaaheaIthy youth was at work. and
whispered:
II give you half-a-sovereign If
SouN answer my questions truthfully.
NOW tell me. was the cook, the man
I've Just seen, here yesterday"
Emilio? Yes, sir"
Was he here the day before7"
No, sir. He's been away III for
four days"
And your master?"
had no time to put any further
question for the Russian re-entered at
tuA' moment, and the youth busted
nlmself rubbing the front Of the coun-
Ter IN pretense that I had not spoken
70 nlm Indeed, had some difficulty
- Sllpping the promised coin into his
N@no at moment when his master
was not looking.
While stood there q rather thin, re-
sPectably dressed man entered and
seated himself upon one Of the plush