The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1917-06-23

"Not unless you have something very
important"
"what nave is more important to
you than to me-"
De Spain took an instant to decide.
"All right" he said impatiently; "come
along. Only" he paused to let the
word sink in, IF this Is game you're
springing-"
"I'm springing no game" returned
the man evenly.
"Come along, then. TIL tell you just
how to get here. Do you hear?"
"Im listening"
"Leave Main street at Rancherio
street. Follow RancLeriO north four
blocks. turn west into Grant avenue.
Mr.. Jeffries' house is on the corner.
an find It."
"Don't come any other way. II you
do, you won't see me-"
"I'n not afraid of you, Mr.. de Spain,
and I'll come as you say. There's only
one thing should like to ask. 1t would
be as much as my life Is worth to be
seen talking to you. And there are
other good reasons why I shouldn't
like to have 1t known had talked to
you. Would you mind putting out the
lights before come up--I mean, in the
front of the house and In the room
where we talk?"
"Not In the least. I meant am al
ways willing to take chance against
any other mans. But l warn you.
come prepared to take care of your
SELF"
IF you will do as ask, no harm
will come to anyone"
De Spain heard the receiver hung
up at the other end Of the wire. He
signaled the operator hastily and got
hold of Bob Scott. To him he explained
rapidly what had occurred. and wha,
he wanted. sect up to Grant and Ran
cherio. Bob, as quick as the Lord will
let you. Come by the back streets
There's high mulberry hedge at the
southwest corner you can get behind
This chap may have been talking fol
somebody else. Anyway. look the man
over when he passes under the arc
light. II it Is Sassoon or Gale Morgan
come into Jeffries' house by the rear
door. Wait in the kitchen for my call
from the living room, or shot. I'll
arrange for your getting In"
Leaving the telephone. De Spain re.
Joined Nan In the living room. He told
her briefly of the expected visit and
explained, laughlngly, that his caller
had asked to have the lights out and to
see him alone. He made so little OF
the incident that Nan walked up the
stairs on De SPANS arm treasured
When he kissed her at her room door
and turned down the stairs again, she
leaned In the half-light over the banis
ter. waving ere hand at him and muir.
muring the last caution: BE careful
Henry. won't you"
"Dearie, I'm always careful"
~'Cause you're all I've got now" she
whispered.
you're all I've got. Nan, girl"
II haven't got any home-or any
thing-just you. Don't go to the dooI
yourself. Leave the front door open
Stand behind the end of the piano til
you are awfully sure who 1t is"
"What head, Man,
De Spain cut Off the lights. threw
| open the front door, and in the dark
ness sat down on the piano stool.
heavy step on the porch, little while
later. was followed by a knock on tn,
open door.
"Come !" called De Spain roughly
The bulk Of a large man filed and OBJ
scured for an instant the opening
then the visitor stepped carefully ovel
the threshold. "What do you want 2
asked De Spain without changing hi.
tone. He awaited with keenness tn,
sound Of the answer
us Henry de Spain here7"
The voice was not familiar to d.
Spain's ear. He told himself the mar
was unknown to him. 81 am Henry
de SPAIN" he returned without hesita
ton. "What do you want?'
The visitors elaboration was reflect
ed in his measured speaking. IL an
from Thief River" he began, and hi:
reverberating voice was low and dis
tinct. 81 was sent in to Morgan's gar
some time ago to find out who burned
| the Calabasas barn"
"And you report to-T'
Kennedy"
De Spain paused. A fresh convic
ton had flashed across his mind. "Yor
called me up on the telephone one nigh
last week." he said suddenly.
The answer came without evasion
II did"
"You gave me message from Mar
Morgan that she never gave you"
| II did. / thought she needed yor
right off. She didn't know me as
rightly am. knew what was going on
I rode into town that evening and rod,
out again. 1t was not my business, ant
couldn't let 1t interfere with the bust
ness I'm paid to look after. That's the
reason lodged yop."
"There is chair at the left of the
door; sit down. What's your manner"
The man fec'.ng around slowly, de
posted his angular bulk with care up
on the little chair. "My name"-in the
tenseness Of the dark the word.
seemed to carry added mystery-"i.
Pardaloe."
you've got a brother-Joe Parda