Bonners Ferry herald. [volume] (Bonners Ferry, Idaho) 1904-current, 1917-10-16

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was now with his daughter. Whatever
old Tad's shortcomings, Peter couldn't
believe he would suffer a hair of
Lydia's innocent head to be harmed.
Only
What the deuce was keeping the two
of them there so long?
Then abruptly a second taxicab
swung round one Of Park avenues
scrubby little ovals of grass and shrub
berry, slid into Seventy-sixth street,
checked briefly In front of 90, dis
charged two passengers, and slipped
away toward Madison avenue. Peter
recognized something familiar in the
association of long and slender figure
with one short and stoutish, as the
two lodged hastily into the basement
area of number 90 and disappeared.
Musical comedy rogues," unused the
perturbed young man: 1.-THE tall thin
scoundrel and the short fat sharper;
Messrs. Southpaw Smith and Gordon,
of course. What in thunder Confound
1t she must be all right Craven
would never let anything happen to
her"
He began to fume impotently. No
good trying the front door again.
Then he thought of consulting Quoin
by telephone, and had started back
through Seventy-sixth street toward
the corner drug store, when taxicab
shot round from the avenue, passed at
sharp clip. and Immediately slid to
as smart a stop, while the door swung
sharply:
"Peterr
"Quoin-thank heavenI How In the
name Of wonder"
"Found Craven had left the Great
Eastern, TAXED back to the Margrave,
got the address Miss Craven gave from
the carriage porter. Luckily you made
such a sensation boiling after her taxi
that 1t had fixed the number in the fell
lows memory. Now what's upT
Briefly Peter detailed the inconclu-
sive and unsatisfactory circumstances
of his vigil.
"In through the basement, you sayr'
Quoin pondered this darkly. 'Looks
like a move to trick somebody-Cra-
ven, at guess. Come along"
Grasping Peters arm, the detective
4 trotted him rapidly back toward mum
Der 90.
"What are you going to doT
LET developments guide u.s."
"You mean to try to get in?"
mo: / mean to get in" Quoin cor
rected grimly.
How'll you make 'em admit your"
Don't know precisely, as yet. But
we're going to find out something
we're going to see Miss Craven and gel
her personal assurance she's all right
or raise the deuce of a row In this
quiet neighborhood. Not only that, bu
I'm still pining for chat with era
ven."
They were ascending the brownston'
steps. Quoin rang imperatively.
"Stand back moment" he suggest
ed. Let me do the talking"
Peter had barely time to Withdraw
to one side when the woman of thu
house came out through the vestibul,
and hurriedly opened the outer door.
AS it opened Quoin entered. Pete
heard him say pleasantly Good eve
ming, Mrs. Ellsworthy," and after tina
sort of strangled gasp from the WON
an. A moment later, Quoin moving on
Peter saw her clearly.
She had fallen back against tn
closed door, blanched and trembling
destitute now of every shred of he
amiable self-possession of half an hou
earlier. Her eyes were fixed in terro
on Quoin's face. She made an effor
to speak, but evoked only a dry, rasT
ing sound.
you're not i'll, trust, Mrs. Ellis
worthy~
There was a sardonic infection 4
, Quoin's voice that seemed to Peter
trifle unnecessary.
81 thought" she gasped, and gulpeC
81 thought you were the doctor"
"Otherwlse you wouldn't have let m
in, presume? Is there anything reall
serious the matter?"
, "Craven-" the woman painted.
Quoin started with horror. "Craven
, he iterated then, controlling himself
II was afraid-something of the sor
You've phoned for doctor, you say
While we're waiting let me have loo
at the poor devil"