The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1915-06-03

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 That, he said gently, but with an infection that was convincing, tts one question too many. Then, he turned slowly, and went out Of the room, un- mindful of the scow1ing thief, who cr1nged helpless under his domination. Andrew, after leaving the library, as- cended directly. to his own room at the top of the house and there found the caller whom Parker had just guid- ed thifher.
 My eye!'s the somewhat rough ap- bearing individual. remarked aniably, as the Master Mind entered. 'sSThis is some swell joint, hey ?s
 MT. Wainwright will be pleased with your commend dation, sir,'' An drew answered, with manner of lla= bitual serviIity.
 Say, don't you get fresh,s old gee zer!'s the visitor exclaimed angrily. 'sAnd, anyhow, why ana I tucked up here in the attic. Whats the game, eh2'' He stood for moment, blink ing thoughtfuIly at the butler of the household, and a sudden recollection @ssailed him. ssWainwright's just got married-whatg
 'Yes, sir,'' Andrew replied, still in his assumed character. s.Mr. Wainwright was married about six months ago, sir.''
 Some class to hinn!'' 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 meT'' He nodded toward the window, and there was noticeable apprehensiveness in his voice when next he spoke Say, sbo, what's that big building off across thereon the hill {? Ain't no jail round here, as ever heard.
 No, sir Andrew said t'That is the Powhattan Asylum For the Insane, un- der the direction of the celebrated pr. Forbes Abruptly a change came into the manner Sof4 his address, and he spoke to the stockify 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?''
 What's that to you2" the fellow snaraed his small eyes lowering.
 AndHeW wasted not time l9 zl
 ssYour name is Creegan,'' he said co1dly- seYou were sent here by MT. Whitcomb.o
 well, now, MT. Know-it-alI,'' was the insolent retort, maybe I was, and maybe wasn't. Whats the answer ?''
 'sYou were to nql1ire for Walter Blount, but another person was to give you a sign Andrew set the fingers of his right hand to the familiar sym bo1 of protection against the evil eye
 The heavy face of the visitor relaxed instantly, and he Breathed sigh of re- HeE
 4.Soyou're the guyy' he growled.
 'Frm the man, yes,'' Andrew cor rected.
 Cheegan went close and spoke in a whisper. his face lighted now with a glow ofayarice.
 'sT8steng" he said rapidly. tsThe boss said EA4sswas a pipe, that there'd be ten thousand in the haul for me, and even@t Fl was pinched they wouldn' f do aRytAzng to me. That gets my man. ny. Sags Is it on the 1eve1?''
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 tJusE the same,'' Creegan insisted violen1 tyou got to show me. tell you ksRfHssavbtt stuck on it. Yep, you got to e1aoaNs me. If it's such a pipe why dfdsyDu@send all the way to Chi K smoothspropositio just askin' for the rhanceT,
 AndRew~madez mo answer in words but went. to his bureau, from which he took out ajapanned tin box, which he unlocked with a key from his ring. He brought forth photograph, which he passed to the curious Creegan.
 A single glance sufhced the man. He Stared at Andrew in stark amazement.
 'fWeH, I'll be ID he gasped ''Maggie-Maggie Flintr' He regarded Ehe photograph again, astounded ASay, he demanded curtly. looking uI 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 th' Impatiently waiting Creegan, whose thick lips were tWitching from nervous excitement.
 'sNow suppose he said evenly, t'fo example, that you planned to stea some valuable jewels you have heart spoken of?''
 Creegan's eyes grew furtive.
 Hike the Wainwright sparklers hey?"
 sAnd let us suppose further" An drew continued imperturbably, ttha you were e5apprehended in the act.''
 The -supposition appeared to discon cert Creegan, if one might judge b, the thick furrows in his forehead an, the savage tightening of his lips.