The Lamar register., 1922-07-26

ness of the two men; he had had vague
suspicious not justified In fact. He
determined TO put his proposal t6
them.
He walked over to the sergeant, who
was just re-entering the shack with
his companion.
II suppose you fellows are thinking
of starting at once. after breakfast
he suggested.
The sergeant looked him up and
down. That's about the size Of It,
he growled. Got any obJection?"
Wilton resolutely ignored the af'
front.
I've got important business in Clay.
ton, affecting Mr.. Bostock's interests
he said. 1T is very important that his
death should not be known there until
midday tomorrow"
The constable, who was leaning
against the door-post, chewing the end
of a twig. started slightly. Peters
nxed Wilton with his crooked stare.
Rather a nervy thing to propose,
Mr.. Carruthers" he sneered.
Maybe but It's a business matter
affecting Mr.. Bostock's WIFE" said VIII
ton, loathing himself for making the
request. but nerving himself to do so
by the thought of Kitty. "If the news
of his death reaches Clayton before
the time I've mentioned, some people
who are antagonistic TO Mr.. Bostock's
interests will jump at the chance to
turn IL to account. II will mean a
heavy loss to Mrs Bostock. You've
a
reasonably wait till afternoon on ac-
count OF the dogs. That will bring you
In before noon tomorrow. And-if you
can see your way to It. You two won't
be the losers"
The sergeant eyed him more inso-
lently than ever. $50 that's the pro-
gram. Is it7" he answered. well. keep
your mind easy. The news won't be
known In Clayton tonight. nor tomor-
row neither We amt going TO Clay
ton"
You're not, eh1 Then where the
devil are you going1" cried Wilton.
nettied almost beyond endurance at
the mans demeanor.
Were taking Joe Bostock's body
back TO the Pas" retorted the ser
geant That's what we come here
for"
"The Pas1 This isn't In the Pas
Jurisdiction 90
"It amt eh1 Perhaps IT'S in yours.
then7"
"See here" cried Wilton in exas-
peration. Clayton has its own police
detachment. as you know perfectly
well. Your route doesn't lie In this
direction. Joe Bostock's homes there.
He's going to be buried there. And his
body isn't going to be dragged here
and there about the country by
couple Of fool policemen. I'll make
things pretty warm for Won II you try
any game like that"
"You Will. eh1" sneered the sergeant.
with n side glance at Myers. "Got anv
sort OF special pull in Clayton?"
Enough to put the lid on you"
"well. I guess you won't be going
into Clayton yet while" jeered Pc
ters. You're coming back to the Pas
with us and Joe"
Wilton realized that Myers had
come up quietly upon the other side
of him. He had the bewildered feeling
OF being In a trap.
what the devil do you mean bv
that?" he shouted.
The sergeant thrust his face for
ward into his own, grinning ma
liciously
"It means that I arrest you for the
wtlful murder OF Joe Bostock." he an
swered. "And warn you. In the
kings name. that any statement you
make will be used against you"
At the same moment Wilton felt the
touch Of steel against his right wrist,
and swung his hand free just in time
to avoid the snap OF the handcufr.
Looking at Sergeant Peters after the
instant's sideward glance, he found
himself covered by the heavy, regula-
tion AS Colt. Before he could stir.
Myers had seized him from behind and
made a violent effort to slip the hand
cufr upon his wrist.
Wilton heard Molly scream. The
girl came running out of the room
with her hair tumbllng about her
shoulders. and caught at Myers arm
The caretaker started toward them.
still holding the frying pan, in which
he was cooking the potatoes, his face
working with rage.
You d--n fools l'' ne shouted, laps
ing into his vernacular In his excite