The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1907-1939, 1916-09-06

Land sakes, how you scared me,
Mr.. Morrow" she exclaimed. You're
up earlier than usual. I'll have your
breakfast ready in the dining-room in
ten minutes"
She hurried on quickly, but not be-
fore the operatives keen eyes had
noted in one lightning glance the con-
tents of the tray Upon it was tea.
pot, as we'll as one for coffee, and
service for two. Peterson and Acker
had both long since gone to their
usual days work. Mrs Quinlan had
lied. then, after all. She had two new
dodgers instead Of the single rheu
matte old gentleman she had pictured;
two, and one of them had entered his
own room, and from the window fired
that shot across the street at him.
as he bent over the lamp in the Bru.
nell cottage. He had one problematic
advantage-it was possible that he
had not been recognized as the in
truder in the deserted house. He
must contrive by hook or crook to OBJ.
tain a glimpse of the mysterious new
corners. and learn the cause of their
interest in the Brunells and their az
fairs. They were in all probability
emissaries Of Paddington 's-possibly
one of them was Charley Pennold
himself
At that same moment Henry Blaine
sat in his office, received the report OF
Ross, one Of his minor operatives.
Il tried the tobacconist's shop yes.
terday morning sir. but there wasn't
any message there for Paddington,
and although waited around couple
of hours he didn't show up" Ross was
saying. This morning, however, !
tried the same stunt, and it worked.
l wasn't any too quick about 1t, either,
for Paddington was just after me.
strolled in, asked for a packge OF
Cairos and gave the man the office,
as you told me. He handed it over
like a lamb, and I walked out with it,
straight to that little cafe across the
way. had four of tn eboys waiting
there, and my entrance was a signal
to them to beat it over and buy
enough tobacco to keep the shopkeep-
er busy while made getaway from
the dairy lunch place. l only went
three doors down, to a BARRIERS, and
while I was waiting my turn there I
watched the street from behind a
newspaper.
I'm about ten minutes Paddington
came along, walking as if he was in
quite hurry He went into the
tobacconist's, but he came out quicker
than he had entered, and his face was
a study--purple with rage one minute,
and white with fear the next. / don't
believe he knows yet who's failing
him, sir, but he looks as if he realized
we had him coming and going. He
went straight over to the little restau-
rant, with murder in his eye, but he
only stayed'a minute or two. tailed
him home to his rooms, and he stamp
ed along at first as if he was SO mad
he didn't care whether he was follow.
ed or not. When he got near his own
street, though, he got cautious again,
and l had all ! could do to keep him
from catching me on his trail-he's a
sharp one, when he wants to be, and
he's on his mettle now
Il know the breed. He'll turn and
fight like any other rat if he's cor
nered, but meanwhile he'll try at any
cost to get away from us" Blaine re-
sponded. You have him we'll covered,
Ross"
Thorpe is waiting in high-power-
ed car few doors away, Vanner in a
tai and DAILY is on the job until |
get back. He won't take a step today
without being tailed" the operative
answered, confidently. Here's the
cigarette box, sir. / opened it as
soon as I got in the restaurant, to see
if it was the real goods and not
plant, as you instructed. It's the
straight tip, all right. There were no
cigarettes inside, only this single
sheet Of paper covered with little
marks-looks like music, only it isn't.
l don't know much about signt-read-