Evening star., 1926-05-30

desk. An immensely stout man In
evening dress was standing there.
talking to customer. He hurried out
when he saw the two vanish up the
stairs and was about to follow them
until Spot faced around. Then he
changed his mind.
Dat Is private" he said. civilly
enough. "De restaurant is dees-
away. And he waved fat hand to-
ward the rattle Of crockery and hum
Of conversation on the ground floor.
"Mr. Furneaux told me" began
John, but Signor Pucci instantly
waved both hands.
"Quite-a.right, sare," he cried. Il
did not understand. Vat sort of a dog
Is dat, may one ask?"
"A Canadian sledge dog" explained
John, who had found this description
more readily grasped in England than
the familiar husky of the North
west. It was accurate enough, though
Spot had never worn harness In his
three years Of adventurous life.
"Ah, q noble ANIMAL" exclaimed the
Italian, still clutching the side door.
go and shake a paw, Spot" said
John, checking a. smile at the stout
mans instant embarrassment. Spot,
however, trotted back and held up a
forepaw so engagingly that even a
timid child might have been treasured.
"One pats heem onsae head, yes?'
Certainly, senor. He's a most
friendly pup"
"Ebbene. Good dog! Now vat you
wish to eat? A plate of meenced beef.
I think? It veel be served wit de
roast. He will not scare de waiter,
no?"
"He won't even look at the waiter
once tell him where to lie down"
mo; but de waiter will look at heem
an may upset tray"
"Ill see to that" laughed John.
Furneaux, hearing the voice, came
out on the landing.
you've frightened up a lot since
this morning. was his greeting.
"Well, Spot has amused me by find
ing pal already. signor PUGET has
taken his order"
"Why not? Spot is the principal
guest. Come in! Winter Is here, and
Mr. Sheldon, whom you, have not
met"
When every one, including Spot, had
shaken hands, John was offered a
cocktail, which he declined.
IT seldom drink anything but
water" he said simply. You see,
was often alone for a month at q
time, and 1t was rather dangerous to
OAAS
Of our trappers, a decent little
blighter named Mosquito Joe, used to
| come in occasionally and get horribly
blotto until took strong line with
him. learned, quite by chance, that
he accounted for his orgies by telling
people shared In them."
! "Ah, fancy that! You've made Shell
don open his other eye, Mr.. Panton.'
| John had noticed already that this
! new member Of the c. I. D. owned
| eyes which differed in size, the pupil
| of the right eye being considerably
larger than that of the left. Like his
companions, Sheldon bore no sort OF
resemblance to the standard detective
He was of average height, and seem
ingly rather slender. His face was
that Of the student. He might have
been either doctor or barrister by pro
fession.
II don't know whether you gentle
| men adopt various DISCUSSES when or
duty" said John, s'but I should i'm
agine that a marked popularity Of the
kind would prove rather a hindrance
| I think one gets first and most def
mite impression from the eyes,"
First impressions can be most mis-
! leading" grinned Furneaux. "The
l worst scoundrel know gives you as
straight a look as the chief here
"Such personal comparisons are
vulgar" said Winter, who was strok
/ ing Spot.
LET me put you to the test,
| smiled Sheldon.
He produced a pink eyeshield and
adjusted it on one eye and then on the
other. The change thus effected was
almost phenomenal. Facially he be
came two men. John was amazed and
| said SO.
""Try that on the dog" suggested
Furneaux.
Spot was seated on his launches or
a chair. Sheldon went close up, and
| alternated the shade. Spot was most
interested .Aftcs a b. ief scrutiny he