Evening star., 1924-01-02
Continued from Yesterdays star.>
CHAPTER XVI.
GeoR Pledges His Word.

Geon Pledges His Word.
The next morning, Geoff was stow
ing his coat and the newspaper con-
tanning his dinner in their accustom-
ed end of the tool box on the Cayleys'
terrace, preparatory to starting the
days work, when a low, prolonged
hiss made him glance toward the per-
Eola into which the kitchen door
opened. Mazeppa's round, dusky
countenance appeared cautiously
around the corner Of the house. and
fat hand beckoned to him in urgent
summons. A pile of fresh sand lay
where he had heaped II the day pc
fore. close to where she was now
standing. Taking the handles OF his
barrow, Geoff wheeled 1t toward her:
fLawsy, man. you sho' got in II via
bofe feet an trubble Is What you is
gwine to have nothing but! hue
come you tell dat doctor done near
Mr.. Lane an Mr.. Joseph?" Mazeppa
demanded.
Let's see." GeofY set down his
barrow and reflected: Ire II reckon as IL
tellin' the doc what an ornery euss
I thought the district attorneys fel-
ler was. What sort o trouolc am
! a-goin' to haye?'
Ou Is gWlne lose W Jou'
miss NAH guess: wishes ! cud I0se
mine, but / CANT 'countin' you tax
TO de doctor man bout whut toie
YOU, an dc doctor man ne axes MI.
Lane huccome de quart. an Mr. Lane
he axes Mis- Cayiey who c'ud oeen
near de dinin' room dat time o de
night to overhear his private con1ap o
wild his dear friend Mr.. Joseph, an
Mis- Cayley she come an. axes me
was 1 defr. an whut did l hear, an,
4; In i
got nah common sense wukkin py
den, an 1 tells he ] wasn't delr an
I didn't hear nothin' an i didn't mex
talk wild nobuddy. Dat was SATURDAY,
an dat perlice sar1tnt putin deir
heads togeder an Mr.. Lane slips
somepin to de sarjint an after whie
he comes inter nah kitchen an righ.
luck is soured on you TO. sho" De
sarjint he axes me when Is NAH mex
day off an I tells him Thursday an
he grins and says Its gwine be ma II
house time O. de murder amt gwine
leave desc grounds twell its done set
tied who killed Mr.. Joseph" Mazep-
pa paused for breath, and then con-
tinued: '1 amt mekkin' NAH brags
but 1 Knows good cookin' an knows
men-folks, an bring dem two togeder
deir amt nothin' you CANT find out;
I Graves to know whut fo' is / KEEP
here so I dishes up TO dat sargint
dc fines paht O. de Sunday dinner be-
70 it goes inter de big dinin' room
an feeds him pretty. DER was a
little somepin' lef' dat Mis- Cayley
gimme to put in sauces an l pours
O. 1t out fo' him, keepin' de res, where
he kin see 1t, an axes him why is l
got to stay on desc grounds when
ever'buddy else come an go, an he
laff an says it's 'countin' I shoots
NAH monf off dat mornin' to you, an
de folks amt tekkln' no chances on
nah mekkin' talk wild nobuddy.
specially de newspaper men whut
was hangin round. I pours. SOME
mo- dat sauce flovorin. out fo' de
sargint an he says Mr.. Lane is pow
erful mad wifi you fo' spyin' an but
tin in on his bizness an totin' tales
to de doctah man. an dat he gwine
git you discharged. Den de sargfnt
axes me all kinds O. questions bout
you, like he's mad dat you confabs
wild de doctah man std o. him, but
me-whut don't know is ever
thing whut ISL
Geoff waited to be sure the flow