New Britain herald., 1929-06-13

golden slug strikes Lundy in the head.
 CHAPTER 70
 "BULL". AND "NAP'
 Dad was pretty badly shaken" Jerry continued, but he couldn't pretend to regrets he didn't feel. Lundy was rascal and he'd brought 1t on himself. Dad slid over to the door, expecting this would be the end.
 When he opened the door he saw the rush he had expected hadn't begun. It didn't look as If it were going to. either. The row was worse than ever. It didn't take dad long to realize that the shooting up- stairs had been identified with that downstairs and that it was sup- posed to be part of the general jol- iification.
 But just then he saw Fitch break away from a group of men near the front door and come slow ly down the hall to the stair Dad quickly shut the door. Fitch's cas- ual Gatt didn't indicate he suspect cd something was wrong.
 Dad had intended to submit the cards and Lundy's other pair of -Geaseeea te the miners. but with Lundy dead and the miners full Of his cheap whiskey. he doubted if this were wise. They'd be more than likely to lynch him and Uncle Jerry, and inquire into the merits of the case afterwards. He thought Of the north window. No. he must do better than that.
 He slid over to the door and opened 1t an inch or so. Fitch was lettering on the stair. Shutting the deer. he hurried into that store- roous. Professor Dryden Pope's wax figures stood in two rows near the door. Dad grabbed Napoleon Bona parte and, after pulling the table cat of the immediate range of the light above, planked him down sidewiss on the chair Lundy had occupied. Dad rolled Lundy into { the shadows behind the table. stripped him of his gray shirt. and drew 1t over Napoleon's head and shoulders. Then he crowned Napo- leon with Lundy's hat. set Lundy's glasses on his nose. and lowered the light.
 Someone knocked on the door. Dad dropped into the chair, faced Napoleon. and casually lighted a cigarette. He let his hand 'ide round his gun belt, at the same time blowing d cloud of cigarette smoke between himself and Ma poleon.
 The door opened. Dad glanced over his shoulder. Fitch was look ing in. Nodding casually to him, dad exhaled more smoke into Na- poleon's face. Sweat started out on his forehead and trickled down his cheeks. his heart seemed to be climbing into his windpipe.
 II want to talk with you about that evidence. Lundy.' he said calmly.
 Fitch drew back and shut the door. Dad crept over to the door and peered out again. Fitch was leaning over the gallery rail. Down. stairs the hullabaloo was worse than ever.
 Dad bent over Lundy and went through his pockets. but he found neither the mining transfer nor the check, although he recovered the nrir ,o1 rto H.. l. f on the final hand. The check and the transfer weren't in the safe Lundy's desk, or the pocket of Ma poleon's shirt.
 Dad didn't dare wait any longer He'd stop payment of the check when he got out of the valley. Lundy's heirs would probably find the transfer and his loss would be the Two Brothers. But dad stopped to look at the dummy and that second impulse took him. Why nat make it two of a kind?'
 'If he'd thought about it first for say. two solid minutes, he wouldn't have done if, for he hadn't one chance in ten of putting 1t over He glanced through the door again Fitch still hung over the gallery rail. smoking Shutting the door. dad peeled off his shirt and hustled into the storeroom. Sitting Bull looked the likeliest candidate and he tore off the dummy's hcaddress drew his silk shirt over it's head and shoulder, ard set if down on inc chair opposite Napoleon. Then he put his own hat on Sitting RuIla head, well over the eyes. placed I chair 90 that the absence of legs wouldn't be easily noticed from the door. gave Napoleon's hat cocky tilt. and considered the effect. Just then. the door latch clicked.
 Dad dropped behind Napoleon's