The Green Forest tribune., 1915-09-03
CHAPTER VlI-Continued.

Ing car express to EuStOn. The reS-
 hurant which Hutcheson had indicated
 vas, found, situated about halfway
 p 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, flabby-faced man in shirt sleeves stood behind the small
 counter polishing some forks. Twish 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 I bought the place from madame"
 l nave come to inquire after a 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. "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 ne spoke as though he had been at work as usual on the previous day.
 You ind Olinto a good servant, suppose" l said, for want of some thing else to say.
 hXcellent. The Italians are the best waters in the world. Tam Russian. put dare not employ a Russian wait H These English would not come to my shop if did"
 How long has Olinto been with !ou?" inquired.
 Apout year-perhaps little LOie' l trust him implicitly, and ,ea'e him in charge when I go away ,Of holidays. He does not get along '''! well with the cook-who is Mi .anese' These Italians from different piovinces always quarrel" he added, ,ausnlng If you live in Italy you Aho" that, no doubt"
 laughed in chorus and then, glanc- as at my watch, said: "I'll wait for uim, II he will be here at ten. I'd alueh like to see him again."
 ine Russian was by no means non- suSeo' but merely remarked: "He is s'o Sometimes, but not often. He lives Su 'he other side of London-over at Camberwell."
 suddenly side door opened and the sooA put his head in to speak with .'1 master in French. He was a typi. .ai Italian, about forty, with dark mus sa.nes turned upwards, and an easy s0'ns' careless manner. Seeing me, .O"eVer' and believing me to be cus- 0.iei' ne turned and closed the door suieAiy' In that instant noticed the Ms ssn oroadness of his shoulders, and ,.S s pacK struck me as strangely simi.
 ,o that of the man in brown whom wood. ms III A'"iinooA
 p phe suspicion held me breathless. r,. ieSehtly Odinzoff went outside. car tha Ae "i'n him two boards upon which sa9, sas menu of the "Eightpenny Lunch soa sou: This Day!" was written in staawiy stf VI characters, and proceeded to nn m, .hem to the shop front. ,, ms n was my opportunity, and quick n., "ousht 1 moved towards where the ,shi thaeaithy youth was at work, and ,on,, give you half-a-sovereign if Noai answer my questions truthfully ps 0s, tell me, was the cook, the man e ",, Just seen, here ..ssterday?" .. nmilio? Yes, sir" .,' "as he here the day before?" iour asyae
 anu your master?" o,.. nao no time to put any further ,s ,asuestion, for the Russian re.entered at hin. moment. and the youth husied | for seif rubbing the front of the coun- ,o ,a pfetense that I had not spoken in n, Indeed, had some difficulty | b.s s,ipping the promised coin into his vaa at a moment when his master "as not looking.
 .. while stood there rather thin, re- .pee'ably dressed man entered and
 eu himself upon one of the plush 1