Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1925-09-03
CHAPTER II-Continued

before she tOddled off. make a noise
like an ants egg, and drop them in
the sink every morning. No, old lad of
the village, it is something of vast
Import: stain upon the escutcheon
of your force Last night-let us
whisper it In Gath-I dined and fur
Their supped not wisely but too we'll.
In fact : deeply regret to admit that
A became a trife blotto-not to say
tanked. OF course it wouldn't have
happened if Phyllis had been propping
up the jolly old home, don't you know !:
but she's away in the country with
the nightingales and slugS and
things. Well, as l say, in the young
hours of the morning l thought I'd
totter along home. I'd been with some
birds, male birds, Tumkins"-he
stared sternly at Sir Bryan, while Nc
Tyer stiffened into rigid horror at such
an incredible Northumberland when 1
left it was about a. M. Well. /
wandered along through Leicester
square, and stopped just outside
SCOTS to let one of those watering
carts water my head for me. While
I was lying in the road, steaming at
the brow, motor car went past and
It stopped in Piccadilly circus"
McIvers air of irritation vanished
suddenly, and quick glance passed
between him and Sir Bryan.
Nothing much you observe in that,
Tumkins,' he burbled on, quite uncon-
scious of the sudden attention of his
hearers. "But wait, old lad-I haven't
got to the motto yet. From this car
there stepped large numbers of men !:
at least, so it seemed to me, and you
must remember I'd recently had
shampoo. And just as l got abreast
of them they lifted out another war
rior, who appeared to me to be I'M
conscious. They put him on the pave
5 ment and got back into the car again
just as tottered alongside.
"'What no SOULS 1 murmured,
what Is this and that, so to speakT
hinged, old bean, badly hinged
said the driver Of the car. We're
leaving him there to COOL
"And with that the car drove off,
There was l, Tumkins, in partially
hinged condition alone in Piccadilly
circus with bird in a completely
hinged condition.
." bow now 1 said to myself.
SHALL / go and induce yon water mer-
chant to return-as matter Of fact
1 was beginning to feel could do
with another whack myself-'or shall
leave you here-as your pals OBJ
served-to coolY
Il bent over him as / pondered this
khotty point, and as l did so, Tum-
kans, l became aware of a strange
SMELL"
Hugh paused dramatically and Sc
lrcted another cigarette, while Sir
Bryan flashed a quick glance of warn
iIg at McIver, who was obviously
bursting with suppressed excitement.
"A peculiar and sickly odor, Tum-
ksns," resumed the speaker with mad
d8ning elaboration. "a strange and
elusive perfume. For long while it
esHded me-that smell: 1 just couldn't
pace it. And then suddenly | got 1t /:
right In the middle, old boy-plumb
" the center of the windpipe. 1t was
cflorOform: the bird wasn't drunk
&c was doped."
Completely exhausted Hugh Law
back in his chair, and once again Sir
Bryan flashed warning glance at his
exasperated subordinate.
would you be able to recognize any
of the men in the car if you saw them
againY he asked quietly.
Il should know the driver. an
swered Hugh after profound thought
''And the bird beside him. But NOT
the others
what did you do then2" asked Sir
Bryan.
"Well, l brought the brain to bear ;,
answered Hugh, land decided there
was nothing to do. He was doped
and was bottled-so by a unanimous
casting vote of one-I toddled off
home. But Tumkins, while / was
feeding the goldfish this morning-or
rather after lunch-conscience was
gnawing at my vitals And after pro-
found meditation, and consulting with
my fellow Denny, decided that the
call of duty was clear. l came to Won
Tumkins, as child flies to it's moth
err. Who better, l thought, than old
TUm-tum to listen to my maidenly Sc
Crets? And so !"
zone moment, Hugh" Sir BRYAN
beld up his hand. "Do you mind if l
speak to Inspector McIyer for a mo-
mentY'
Anything you like, old lad" muir
INJURED DrW1mond. "But be mercifuI
remember my innocent wife in the
country
And silence settled on the room
broken only by the low-voiced con.
kersatiOn between McIver and bis
Shief In the window. After a while a