The Grenada sentinel. [volume] (Grenada, Miss.) 1868-1955, 1918-03-08

Il Milky Inspected iinlseir in e glow
Of q street lafnp. Save Tor some dust,
and a~s~oilen lip, which he could not
bee, he, was not unpresentable.} Well
enough, anyhow. for, the empty STREETS,
But before he started tlHs ioo&ed, taE
house and the neighborhood over care7
fuliy. Hen'tshtaSish tssreturn TO mas
ahousn %S ~ " S<N
= For two hours he walked, and re-
sumed his interrupted train of thought.
At last, having almost circled the city,
he came to the Cathedral. 1t was
nearly midnight by the clock in the
high tower. He stopped and consulted
his watch. The fancy took him to go
up the high steps. and lock nut. over
the city from the col0bnade. A%Lx
Once there, HI, stood leaning against
q column, looking out. There wss
&omeone coming along the quiet
streets, with a stealthy, shuffiincsf gait
that caught his attention. SO, for IL.
stance. might a weary or a wounded
man drag along. Exactly eso!s indeed.
had Peter Niburg 'shambled1 into HIS
- ' - W. ~FrSE%FFT' g .
house but two hours gone. d..
il. The footsteps paused, shexftsted.
commenced a painful struggle up the
ascent. Milky moved behind his col
;umn. and waited. Up sndi np.k weary
sstep after weary STEP .Tbe shadowy
&gure, coming close, took q form. be
Game a man-beearne Peter NibIFE.
2 Now, indeed. Milky reused. Beaten
and sorely bruised. Peter Klhurg
should have been in bed What
stealthy business of the night brQSght
him out? -, II. ~ ~sry~y. =
g Fortunately for NikkS's bidisa place,
the last step or two proved too much
for, the spy. He groaned, and sat
down painfully, near the tHk His
head lol}ed forward, and he supported
1t on tyre shaking hands. sThas he sat,
huddled and miserable. for Eve min
utes or thereabouts. The chime rang
out the hour.
At ten minutes past the hour, Milky
heard the engine. Of apa automobile.
No machine came in sight, hut The
fhrObbing kept on, from which he
jndged that a car had been stopped
around the corner. Peter Nihurg heard
It, and rose. A moment later q man.
with the springiness of youth, mounted
the steps and confronted the messen-
ger.
Milky saw a great Hight. When
Peter Nfburg put his hand to his
breast. pocket. theres~w q no longer
room for doubt, nor. for that matter,
time for thinking. As n matter OF
fact, never afterwsrd could Milky re
call thinking ut all. He moved away
quietly, hidden by the shadows OF the
eolonnade. Behind him. on the steps,
the two men were talking. Absorbed
in themselves and their business, they
neither heard nor saw the figure that
slipped through the col0nnade, and
dropped. q blood curdlfng drop. from
the high end Of it to the street be
low. s. nrt
Nikky's first impulse. beside the car,
was TO cut a tire. BY getting his OF
pOnent into a STOPPING position, over
the damaged wheel. it would be easier
to overcome him. hut a hasty search
revealed that he had lost ibis knife In
the melee. And second Thought gave
him a better plan. After all. to get
the letter was not everything. To
know its destination would be fmpOr-
tant. He had no time to think fur
ther. The messenger was coming
down the steps. not stealthily, but clat-
tering, with the ring Of nails In the
heels Of heavy boots