The Glenwood post., 1919-06-07

up. We don't know you an Well,
we can't take any chances. You un-
derstand, reckon"
II certainly fail to understand, Mr..
Sheriff. I know nothing whatever of
this affair and intend to continue
on my way tomorrow morning."
"Well, guess not. You got to stay
here till we are satisfied that you
don't know anything about this busi-
ness. That's ALL" . ..
"Am to consider myself under ar
rest, sir2"
II wouldn't go so far as to say that.
You just stick around here, that's all
got to say. If you're all right, we'll
soon find it out. What's more, If you
are all right you'll be willin' to stay.
Do you get me?"
II certainly do. And I can now as
sure you, Mr.. Sheriff, that I'd like
nothing better than to stick around
here, as you put it. I'd like to help
clear this matter up. In the mean
time, you may readily find out who
am and why 1 am here by telegraph
ing to the mayor of New York city.
This document, which experience has
taught me to carry for just such an
emergency as this, may have some
weight with you" He opened his bill
folder and drew forth neatly creased
sheet of paper. Read 1t, please and
note the date, the signature, the Off
cial seal of the New York police de-
partment, and also the rather interest
ing silver print pasted in the lower
left hand corner. I think you will
agree that it is a good likeness of me.
Each year 1 take the precaution Of
having myself certified by the police
department at home before venturing
into unknown and perhaps unfriendly
communities"
'Yes," said the sheriff dubiously :;
'but how do know 1t amt forgery ?"
you don't know, Of course. But in
case it shouldn't be forgery and I
am subjected to the indignity of ar
rest or even detention, you would have
nasty time defending yourself in a
civil suit for damages. I shall remain
here, as you suggest, but only for the
purpose of aiding you In getting to
the bottom of this affair.""
Standing on Jim Conley's front
porch little after sunrise, Barnes
made the following declaration:
Everything goes to show that these
men were up here for one of two rea-
sons. They were either trying to pre-
vent or to enact crime. The latter b
my belief. They were afraid of me.
Why? Because they believed I was
trailing them and likely to spoil their
game. Gentlemen, those fellows were
here for the purpose of robbing the
place you call Green Fancy"
whats that?'' came a rich, mellow
voice from the outskirts of the crowd.
A man pushed his way through and
confronted Barnes. He was tall,
good-loOking fellow Of thirty-f1 and
1t was apparent that he had dressed in
haste. my name is O'Dowd, and 1 am
a guest Of Mr.. Curtis at Green Fancy
Why do you think they meant to rob
his placer"
"Well." began Barnes dryly, at
would seem that his place is the only
one in the neighbOrhood that would
bear robbing. My name is Barnes. OF
course, Mr.. ODowd. 1t is mere specu-
lation on my part"
'But who shot the man?" demanded
the Irishman. He certainly wasn't
winged by anyone from our place
Why, Lord love you, sir, there isn't n
soul at Green Fancy who could shoot
thief If he saw one. This is Mr.. De
Soto. also n guest at Green Fancy He
will, I think, bear me out in upsetting
your theory"
A second man approached, shaking
his head vigorously. He was thin,
pale man with singularly scholastic
face. Quite an unprepossessing, un-
sanguinary person, thought Barnes.
"Mr. Curtis chauffeur, l think 1t
was, said the killing occurred just
above this house." said he. visbly ex-
cited. "Green Fancy is at least mile
from here, isn't it? You don't shoot
burglars mile from the place they
are planning to rob. do your"
"Tll admit it's a bit out of reason"
said Barnes. 1.-THE second man could
only have been shot by some one who
was lying in wait for him.
"Bedad." said O'Dowd, at beats the
devil. There's something big in this