The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1928-07-27

place where you were standing inside
that history alcove"
II didn't stay right there all the
time," said Tucker.
"Came forward, eh. and looked
around the shelves?"
Looked through 'em; across the
tops of those little books" answered
Tucker. pointing toward one of the
shelves In the history alcove. "Some
one would have seen me If I'd come
out far enough to look around the
shelves"
snow. tell me: did the professor do
anything, while you were watching,
except look at those boOks?"
Positively not" answered Tucker
HE was wrapped up In 'em; he didn't
turn his head when the young lady
brought the books and the yellow pa.
| per; he didn't even seem to notice the
click. He just stood there reading
until he turned to go down the aisle
behind that last shelf"
"Very WE'LL" said Mr.. Almy. $50
back now. will you. Tucker, to the po-
sitiOn you were in in the history al
cove. Burton !"
"Yes. sir" said Peters voice.
"Step behind the law-book alcove.
right in front of that large book on
| the fourth shelf. which the professor
says he was examining-'History OF
| Roman Law" hearu Peter move
and FASTENED my preparations to leave
fuckers story disq-Iieted me more
every minute NOW. Farrell" said
Mr. Almy.
Hearing another movement, glanced
down the aisle again, and saw one
of the strangers, man several inches
shorter than Peter, stepping into the
law-bOok alcove.
Heres your book Farrell" went on
Mr.. Almy; "''Acts and Laws of the
| Virginia legislature also on the
| fourth shelf. on this side. you See
| And here, at your right hand, as il
was at Mr. GrOsvencr's. Wen put the
spring-lanceL I've set it. Is that 20.
sition right, Tucker?"
"a little farther forward" said
| Tucker. st was right on the edge OF
the shelf. The little lever held II
there, and that long black thing was
toward me-"
HE means the hammer" said Far.
rell. There! How's that?"
Fright" said Tucker.
81 see; the trigger is just hanging
over the edge of the SHELF" said Mr.
Almy. snow. then, Farrell, you and
| Burton draw your two books off the
shelf. What happened next. TuckerF'
| "Mr. Grosvenor stopped down and
looked hard into the open space on
the Shelf like he was looking fol
something"
bend down, Farrell, until you can
see into the gap," directed Mr.. Almy
SIS that the way it was, Tucker? You
see, he's just Mr.. Grosvenor's height
Eyes. sir; but he ought to have his
book in his left hand, and his right
sort of stretched out along the shelf
on the empty space, like as if he was
| going to take something off it.
There, that's it,"
"Now, Farrell" said Mr.. Almy,
what do you see?"
''There's gap clear across the shelf
| from front to back" answered Farrell
Il see Burton plainly; nothing else
Cali right; hold your position. Bur.
ton, do you see the spring-lancet?"
There was very brief pause; then
Peter answered:
"Yes, SIR"
''Then reach through the gap, and
| picl: it up"
That was the last / heard.
| | fed out of Darrow's as before fire
| or flood. | was useless there-as use
less, 1t seemed to me, as everybody
| else was before that devastating story
| Of Tucker, who mad been unearthed
from his obscurity to save Julia, II
was true, but only thereupon to in
rUlve her distinguished uncle, our old
| friend. My superb dinner simmered
down into glass of hot milk to make
me sleep, which desirable end 1t &C.
complished at three o'clock Sunday
morning.
And at seven the telephone rang,
| arousing every one in the house ex-
cept myself, for whom the message
was. 1t was from Mr.. Almy. and he
first train | could get, and come
straight to Normandy terrace This
was all he said; he sounded very tired
| | could not ask for details; In fact,
| did not wish to hear them until | had
| to. So. merely obeying orders,
reached Normandy terrace soon, and
in state of extreme anxiety.
And who should come dashing for.
ward out of the restaurant but Err
nestO? Yes. Ernesto, and as / knew
him of old, before We had mysteries
and midnight alarms He was In gala
array, his black Sunday suit, a daz.
zlinl collar, a purple boutonniere.
| "Ah-h-h-l This morning / 60 to
church !" cried Ernesto, rubbing his
hands. mot much / don't go there
it's too long in church. but this morn
ing, yesp
Brought up with shock, "What
for?" demanded, as much at sea as a
| regular heather.
Creases bordered Ernesto's eyes and
nose and lips.
"You think ! get married?" he que
| ried coquettishly. "NOt mel But
other people, maybe notta?" He
| glanced up the stair we'll and repro.
| duced his classic wink, this time sOf-
tened by regard. III go burn a candle
for them this morning, anyway
"Oh" l breathed, clutching the ban.
lister. "You don't mean has
| something. something nice hap
| npnpd2"