The Wheeling intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1903-1961, 1916-06-24

From outside on the landing he
caught the sound OF the lift Earring
up and down at frequent intervals:
once a footstep neared the outer
door. and Duff stood eNpectAntly
with the smelly lamp in his hand
The step passed on.
Close on midnight the lift Jared
again at the second floor. steps ap-
preached No. 80. and halted There
came a faint jingle OF keys. a rattle
In the lock. DUFF picked up the lamp
and returned to the drawing room.
shutting the door. crossed over TO
Chippendale cabinet. and bent over
its himsy lock.
The outer door closed with a bang.
soft footballs padded on the carpet
past the drawing room. There came
the snick OF an electric switch In an
adjoining room-the dining room
followed by fang ring OF glass and
the whiz OF siphon into a tumbler.
Then silence. Once more footsteps
leading into the bedroom. where
gaping drawers and wardrobe doors
told plain tale. A rush OF footsteps
Ia the drawing room. Dun blew out
his light. and stood crouching over
the cabinet in the darkness.
The door was thrust open; a crop
ing hand slithered on the wallpaper
and came in contact with an cleo
trio switch Illuminating a central
fitting
Dun crouched down in the almost
binding glare
In the doorway stood a quiet mid
dle-aged man. holding an automatic
revolver in a hand that might have
been carved out OF a marble block.
up with your hands" commanded
steady yoice-the voice OF the man
in the doorway.
Dun obeyed instantly. dropping the
lamp, and stretching his hands above
his head.
It's a fair cop. guvnor.' he said
in whining voice. Don't shoot.
haven't found a single thing"
You've been in here some time"
snapped out the other. i can smell
your lamp. Who are you. anyway?
Not professional burglar. I'll swear.
Too clumsy in your methods for a
skilled hand What were you AFTER"
Anything l could find" whined
Dun through his chattering teeth.
Go on, give me in charge. Tele-
phone for the police
hnNAA lhfa- NAlA the 0N llfl hA the
fiat. advancing into the room. Keep
your hands up II YOU move an inch
I'll put daylight into you. I'm dead
shot" he added menacingly.
Dun from beneath his shady hat
was searching the face OF the other
narrowly. noting that ever and anon
his eyes swung uneasily towards an
oak gate-legged table. on which stood
a shallow. circular bowl filled with
peat. in which there bloomed some
riotous golden hued tulips.
Dun edged cautiously towards the
table inch by inch. moving his feet
clumsily on the parquet surround
ing the carpet
Stand still," commanded the
owner OF the fat. In his turn edging
10 a telephone instrument that stood
on a desk in an angle OF the fire.
place.
Wait a minute" said Dun. in a
whining voice. Il haven't done any
harm. Couldn't you let me of just
this once?' His voice was hoarse in
well-simulAted agitation. once you
get the police here its no knowing
when they'll clear out again.
The owner OF the fla; arrested his
hand that had already gripped the
telephone receiver. For q second a
thoughtful frown fiiCkered in his
calm face
How did you get In" he demand
ed. facing the supposed burglar men
acingly.
by the hre-escape outside the
bathroom window. a temptation u