The Yale expositor. (Yale, St. Clair County, Mich.) 1894-current, 1915-07-01
CHAPTER vlI-contInued.

uetectlve, Mackenzie, / took the sleep
Ing car express to Euston. The res
taurant which Hutcheson had indicated
was, | 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 marble-topped tables
and greasy lounges of red plush. An
unhealthy-looking lad was sweeping
out the place with wet sawdust, and
big, dark-bearded, flabby-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 Odinzoff | bought the
place from madame"
Il have 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. l 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 a 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. ! 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
lanese. These Italians from different
provinces always quarrel" he added,
laughing. IF you live in Italy you
know that. no doubt"
| laughed in chorus and then, glanc-
ing at my WATCH said: "Ill wait for
him, II 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 Odinzof went outside. car
rying with him two boards upon which
the menu of the "Eightpenny Lunch
con! This Day." was written II
scrawly characters, and proceeded Il
affix them to the shop front.
This was my opportunity, and quicl
as thought moved towards where tn,
unhealthy youth was at work, ant
whispered:
"I'll give you half-a-sovereign 1
you'll answer my questions truthfully
Now, tell me. was the cook. the mai
I've just seen, here yesterday"
Emilio? Yes, SIR"
WAS he here the day before?"
mo. sir He's been away Ill 70
four days"
And your master?"
] had no time to put any turtle
question, for the Russian re-entered a
that moment, and the youth busie
himself rubbing the front OF the cour
ter in pretense that had not spoke
to him. Indeed, had some difficult
in slipping the promised coin into hi
hand at moment when his maste
was not looking.
While I stood there rather thin. n
specially dressed man entered an
seated himself upon one of the plus