Cheyenne record., 1920-11-25

NuXuoO, uyiu8 10 put = 0Oto u
msrriment into my tones.
II don't believe In things like that"
The old woman nodded her head
sagely.
ut amt believing in them things
that makes you hear them. Either
you hear them or you don't The old
man heard them"
"How do You known
~Didn't hear him asking meself
about 1T He heard them. many
times."
How about the othersethe serv-
ants-did they hear them. too1"
''They may have that. Niggers is
always hearing things anyhow. It's
what the white folk hear that counts"
"How about the other apartments in
the housef Do the people in them
hear whispersr'
"Never that I've heard tell Of. but
how should know7 This IL the only
place in the house that work."
"Did Mrs. CASTOR ever speak to you
about itr'
"She did and she did not. She new
er in 10 many words asked me II !
heard them. All she says to me was.
Nora. II ever you zee or hear anything
strange or unusual here, you're to let
me know at once And says. 'Yis.
Mrs. Castor, WILL"
"And have you ever seen or heard
anythingT
The old woman busted herself with
making up the bed for q moment be-
fore she answered me.
''I'm not saying I've seen anything"
she began, ''but there's thugs could
be telling II was minded to open my
lips"
''f you know anything" said, "you
must tell me- Mr.. CASTOR put me here
to fnd out what was wrong"
There's NO doubt there's wrong
here"
'what makes you say thati What
have you seen7 What do you known
''It's neither what I've seen nor
what I know" She nodded mysteri-
ously. "It's what I've been hearing
myself"
'For heavens sake. woman" I cried,
losing patience, "what ID It you've
heardf
"rve heard them walking" she an
nounced with an air Of triumph.
you've heard who walkingr
"The little people, Of course. Who
else would It be doing itr'
'Oh. bosh !" exclaimed. was well
enough acquainted with the supersti-
tions Of the Irish to understand who
she meant by ''the little people" It's
the habit Of the old crones from the
Emerald isle to attribute anything
they cannot understand to fairies.
"You may laugh" she retorted indig-
nantly, "but I heard them, I tell ye."
where did you hear them, these
footsteps?'
."Coming right out of the wall. here
In this room, and in the kitchen, be-
yond."
/ ut was probably somebody in an
other apartment you heard"
ut was not. The floors do be dead
ened like, and it's nothing at all you
can hear. It was somebody walking
| soft-like right there In the wall at me
back"
'Well," announced. "if there is
anything, like that going on, am 60
ing to stay here until I bear 1t.
want to make sure no one can come
into the apartment but myself, so I
am going to ask you to give me- your
key. I'll be home here all the morn
ing. so can let you in when you ring"
''It's me key you're wanting. is it7'
She produced 1t from a pocket Of
her gown and handed it over, first
unknotting it from q corner Of her
kerchief where she had tied 1t for safe
keeping.
"And indeed If it's meself you're not
trusting with q key after Mrs. CASTOR
letting me have 1t for these ten years
i back. it's your own bed you can be
making. I'll not be coming near the
place again"
In nns indignation she hounced out
Of the place. To tell the truth I was
not sorry that she had announced her
decision not to return. While my i'm
preston Of her was that she was
simple-minded old woman Of utterlnost
honesty. was just ~ well satisfied
that no one but myself should have
entry to the apartment until had
finished my investigations and had
/ made further progress In solving the
mysteries that were % rapidly devel-
oping.
Left once more to myself. sat down
at my great-uncle's desk and made
out q list Of questions that must be
answered:
i
!. Where was Rufus Gaston7 Had
the old gentleman really gone away
se was he In hiding In the building1
Z Who had removed the Castor
pearls from the wall safef Il must
b. someone who knew tie combinA-