Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1915-10-01


Paul now?' Griswold said to the news
paper man. Broffin, whose ears were
skillfully attuned to all the tone varia-
tions in the voice Of evasion, thought
he detected a quaver Of anxious i'm
patience in the half-absent query.
"Yes; I was going on through to-
night, but Johnson, here. stumped me
to stop over. He said might be able
to get news story out Of his sick
president" cambridge ratified on.
Ever meet Mr.. Galbraith? He is the
bank president who was held up last
spring, you remember; fine old Scotch
gentleman OF the Walter Scott brand" J"
when did you leave New Orleans?'
Griswold asked; and Broffin made
sure he distinguished the note OF anx-
iety.
1.-TWO days back; missed connec-
ton on account of high water in the
Ohio. Might have stayed another IL
hours in the good old levee town If
we'd only known, eh, Johnson?" And
the again to Griswold: Remember
that supper we had at Chaudiere's. the
night 1 was leaving for the banana
coast? By George! come to think OF
1t, / believe that was the last time we
foregathered in the - Say, Kenneth,
what have you done with your beard?'
Something clicked in Broffin's brain.
The final doubt was cleared away.
Griswold was the man he had seen and
marked when the two were saying
good-by on the banquette in front Of
Chaudiere's.
Broffin's right hand went swiftly to
an inside pocket Of his coat and when
it was withdrawn a pair Of handcuffs,
oiled to noiselessness, came with 1t.
Deity the man. catcher worked them
open, using only the fingers Of one
hand, and never taking his eyes from
the trio on the sidewalk. One last
step remained; II he could only man
age to get speech with johnson first
During the trying interval Griswold
had been fully alive to his peril. He
had seen the swift hand-passing, and
he knew what it was that Broffin was
concealing in the hand which had
made the quick pocket dive. He knew
that the crucial moment had come;
and, as many times before, the saw
age fear-mania was gripping him. In
the cold vise-grip Of it he had become
once more the cornered wild beast.
After the introduction to Johnson
his hand had gone mechanically to his
coat pocket The demon at his ear
was whispering kill! kill" and his
fingers sought and found the weapon.
While he was listening with the out
ward ear to Bainbridge's cheerful rem
iniscences, the little minutiae were ar
ranging themselves; he saw where
Broffin would step, and was careful to
mark that none Of the bystanders
would be in range. He would wait un-
til there could be no possibility OF
missing; then he would fire-from the
pocket.
It was Johnson who broke the spell.
While cambridge was insisting that
Griswold should come in and make a
social third at the hotel dinner table,
the teller picked up his handbag and
mounted the steps. Griswolds brain
fell into halves. With one Of them he
was making excuses to the newspaper
man; with the other he saw Broffin
stop Johnson and draw him aside.
What the detective was saying was
only too plainly evident. Johnson
wheeled short to face the sidewalk
group, and Griswold could feel in ev-
cry fiber Of him the searching scrutiny
to which he was being subjected.
When he stole glance at the pair
on the porch, Johnson was shaking
his head slowly; and he did it again
after a second thoughtful stare. Girls
void, missing completely now what
cambridge was saying, overheard the
teller's low-toned rejoinder to the de-
tective's urgings: ITS no use, Mr..
Broffin; I'd have to swear positively
to it, you know, and couldn't do
that. No, I don't want to
hear your corroborative evidence; 1t
might make me see a resemblance
where there is none. Wait until Mr..
Galbraith recovers; he's your man."
Griswold hardly knew how he made
shift to get away from cambridge
finally; but when it was done, and
he was crossing the little triangular
park which filled the angle between
the business squares and the lake
fronting residence streets, he was
sweating profusely, and the departing
fear-mania was leaving him weak and
tremulous.
Passing the stone-basined fountain
in the middle Of the park he stopped,
jerked the pistol from his pocket,
spilled the cartridges from its maga-
zine, and stopped to grope for loose
stone in the walk-border. With the
fountain base for an anvil and the loos-
ened border stone for a hammer he
beat the weapon into shapeless inutili-
ty and flung it away.
God knows whom T shall be tempt
ed to kill next!" he groaned and the
trembling fit was still unnerving him
when he went on to keep the appoint
ment made by Charlotte Farnham.
ITO be Continued)
How to Live to 100.-Henry F. Swan
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