The Bottineau courant. (Bottineau, Bottineau County, N.D.) 1895-1929, 1915-08-06

"Who 10 tho suy7"
drew answered, with a manner Of ha-
bitual servility.
"Say, don't you get fresh, old gee
zer!" the visitor exclaimed angrily.
"And, anyhow, why am l tucked up
here in the attic. What's the game.
eh?" He stood for a moment, blink
ing thoughtfully at the butler of the
household, and a sudden recollection
assailed him. "Wainwright's just got
married-what"
Eyes, SIR" Andrew replied, still in his
assumed character. "Mr. Wainwright
was married about six months ago,
SIR"
Some class to him." the caller de-
clared, with much respect, If little ad-
miration. Married and nominated
for governor all in the same month.
That's going some, believe mel" He
nodded toward the window, and there
was a noticeable apprehensiveness In
his voice when next he spoke. Say,
DO, what's that big building of across
there on the hill? Amt nc jail round
here, as ever l heard"
mo, SIR" Andrew said. THAT is the
Powhattan Asylum For the Insane, I'm.
der the direction of the celebrated DR..
Forbes" Abruptly a change came into
the Of his address, and he
spoke to the stockily built man facing
him with an incisive directness that
caused the sharpened features Of his
listener to express a new, suspicious
alertness. "You are from Chicago
sir?"
whats that to you?" the fellow
snarled, his small eyes lowering.
Andrew wasted not time.
"Your name is Creegan," he said
coldly. You were sent here by Mr.,
Whitcomb."
'"Well, now, Mr.. Know-it-all," was
the insolent retort, maybe l was, and
maybe l wasn't. What's the answer
"You were to inquire for Walter
BlOunt, but another person was to give
you a sign" Andrew set the fingers
of his right hand to the familiar sym.
Dol of protection against the evil eye.
The heavy face Of the visitor relaxed
instantly, and he breathed a sigh Of re.
lief.
80 you're the guy!" he growled.
"I'm the man. yes" Andrew cor
rected.
Creegan went close and spoke in a
whisper, his face lighted now with a
glow of avarice.
Listen" he said rapidly. 1.-The boss
said this "a a pipe, that there'd be
ten thousand in the haul for me, and
even If 1 was pinched they wouldn't
do anything to me. That gets my nan
ny. Say. is it on the level?"
1T u.s."
"Just the same," Creegan insisted
violently, "you got to show me. l tell
you I amt a bit stuck on it. Yep. you
got to show me. If it's such a pipe
why did you send all the way to Chi
cage for me when New York's full of
smooth propositions just askin' for the
CHANGER"
Andrew made no answer in words,
but went to his bureau, from which he
took out a japanned tin box, which he
unlocked with a key from his ring. He
brought forth a photograph. which he
passed to the curious Creegan.
A single glance suficed the man. He
stared at Andrew in stark amazement.
"Well, I'll be - he gasped.
"Maggie-Maggie Flintv He regarded
the photograph again. astounded.
"Say," he demanded curtly. looking up
again, show did that come here?"
Andrew put forth his hand, possessed
himself of the photograph and restored
it to the box. which he carefully locked
and replaced in the drawer before an
swering; then at last he turned to the
impatiently waiting Creegan. whose
thick lips were twitching from nervous
excitement.
"Now suppose" he said evenly. "for
example, that you planned to steal
some valuable jewels you have heard
spoken of"
Creegan's eyes grew furtive.
Like the Wainwright sparklers.
heyr'
"And let ~ suppose further" An
drew continued Uncomfortable. tthaf