New Britain herald., 1924-11-25

" ldl III tHt nc uc- manded, with that lack of reference 10 the difference of their respec- tive positions that Corrigah pre- l ferred.
 Corrigan grinned.
 "Zariman the Terrible and his merry men," he said calmly. i've decided to concentrate, that's all. You heard about poor Browning, of course?"
 Yes" pvt in White, a somewhat stout youth with rimless glasses. One of my mandors got 1t when he went down for the mail. Big thick. what?'
 Fellowes leaned forward.
 But you don't think-?" he be- gan. helping himself to cigaret from a tin box.
 T do, old son." Corrigan assured him. There's something in my bones that tells me that he'll try cut at us next. That's just why I've brought you here"
 q sec" unused the irrepressible White. United we stand, sort of thing. You'll be gratified to hear I've brought my Webley. It's got deuce of a kick-up to the right, but l can nail a bottle at twenty yards"
 I'm glad Of that" laughed Cor rigan, 'because we're not out for any revolver practice at the mo- mcnt. l don't want to discourage | them from paying us a visit"
 You think we're being watched, ! then?" demanded Fellowes.
 The proprietor drew a folded paper from his pocket and handed it across the table. The first as- sistant perused it, White reading over his shoulder.
 | FelloWes whistled.
 That's about the last thing poor 1 Browning issued" said Corrigan. Its pretty concise, don't you think? Any man who lives alone in these parts runs mighty big risks. I've taken risks ever since l was born, but I never take unreal sonable ones. You follow me, don't you?'
 Both men nodded. Corrigan got up from his chair and walked to the veranda rail.
 T say, you fellows" he said, lust look at that sunset. If you could manage to get that on to paper, there's no a man aliVe'd be- Iieve you"
 Marvellous" agreed Fellowes, moving round in his chair.
 Makes one feel thirsty an- nounced White.
 Touch the bell" said Corrigan. I'm afraid l shall never reform ! you, my boy. There's not an atom Of art in your soul."
 The boy shuafled in and present. ly Corrigan stood between the other two, a glass in his hand. | 'I guess you're wondering just how much l know beyond what's written on that paper, and how l happen to know 1t. I'm going to en- 1, tighten you as much as l can. I've always had a peculiar habit Of pushing in at awkward moments It's a disease with me. had a row with our Hebrew friend over the ! way yesterday, and decided to tell thc D. Q. all about 1t, A rational man would have left it till day light; l strollcd over to rutatan di' rcctly after makan."
 "Corrigans way" murmured White. watching the bubbles rising in his glass.
 Yes, Corrigan's way. Your never see the lalang growing be- tween my trees. I Rrril cd a matter of minutes too late to help Brown ing, but in heaps of time to learr all ihcre was 10 know concerning how he died" He raised one fingei to emphasize the importance Of hi next statement. Browning wal drugged before Zarlman's head hunters looked in!" His voice broke. He didn't have a dogs chance, but" He brought his fs down on the table, sending glas' humming like tuning fork - Tn going 10 get that swine vhc drugged him, and, by Heaven! IT make him pay for it, even if haN' 10 go down 10 Hell to find him
 In the grim silence that followed Felloves gripped Corrigans hanc impulsively.
 White clutched the table witi both hands, his eyes, strangel! naEnihod by the glasses he wore sparkling in the last fieeting half light before the fall Of darkness. I'm with you. every tme!" h blurted out with enthusiasm. Night fell like a spangled curtain Of black velvet. The boy crept il and lift the swinging lamp, rollinl up the sun blinds.