Coulee City dispatch. [volume] (Coulee City, Wash.) 19??-19??, 1935-05-10
contents, enumerating them as he

the morning. FOur-cabin accommo-
dalton Trieste to Alexandria. Five
in the small envelope-the name and
address of the man from whom you
will take further instructions when you
get there"
He replaced them all, adding those
papers which MacIles had given him,
then deftly slipped an elastic band
around envelope and passport, handing
| it back with smile.
"And now go to it, Mac" he said.
Its your last night From now on,
you are under orders. -
But his keen brain was busy, and he
was thinking: This man is efficient
but dangerous. | must be prepared to
replace him."
MacIles turned and looked about the
smoke-laden room. 1t would have been
difficult to find within any similar area
more complete set of ruffians. Their
| nationalities were various. But most
| of them had at least one quality in
| common-they were drunk.
| In the matter of villainy there was
| little to choose between them. There
was a huge, cross-eyed Swede. bearded
nearly to the eyes, who apparently
| possessed no name other than Red; an
Italian with sly sidelong eyes answer
ing without resentment to the name
| of the Wasp a Chinaman with an evil
Scared and pock-marked face; this
creature was apparently known as One
Eye. Other ruffians there were, black,
white, yellow, and brown, draining
tankards of champagne and shouting
coarse personalities
"You look rotten, Mac, you dol"
shouted coarse voice. Come and
feed your face, old cock. Uncle Tom.
here, wants to talk to you"
Mac1les started in the direction of
the speaker, thickset, bull-necked in
| dividual, scars of the ring visible upon
nose and ear. His companion, Uncle
Tom, was a powerful negro, whose
little sunken eyes seemed to hold red
dish light, so that they resembled
those of gorilla.
MacIles joined these two at their
table, and the negro drew laden
supper wagon alongside. AS man
who is famished. the Scotsman helped
himself The expire fighter filled
for him mug with champagne just as
the Portuguese came in. He was
greeted with cries of 'Ferdy!"
whats scared you. Ferdy?'
Didn't think you was goin' to join
up again, Ferdy."
This last from Kid Brown, the Cock
ney fighter. Loud laughter, clappng
of hands, and stamping of feet.
The new arrival made his way to the
settee where the Chief reclined, watch
ing him and thinking: "'rhis man is
afraid. He may destroy u.s. :.
Downstairs in the restaurant, the
Russian politician continued his ap-
parently interminable harangue. The
two men who had penetrated to the
mysteries beyond failed to return.
Dawson Haig turned to the French de-
tective.
II may be chasing a shadow" he
| said But l am not satisfied l mean
| to wait until one of them comes out
again; then l mean to follow him. Is
there any other way out of this placer
Not that am aware Of" the French
detective replied. He smiled. "There
is perhaps political meeting going on
l fear you are wasting time, mon
sieur."
Having nothing better to do at the
moment" Dawson Haig returned grim
ly II intend to go on wasting my time
for at least another hour"
Upstairs the party was growing
riotous. AS result of some small dis
pute, Red, the huge Swede, very drunk
| had challenged One Eye the China
man, to wrestling match One of the
tables had been overturned by the com
batants, and much glass broken but all
carried on merrily.
The elegant chief slipped coffee and
smoked Egyptian cigarettes eXchang
ing light badinage with various mem
bers of the company. But always he
remained, reclining amidst his cush-
ions-watching, weighing men, and es-
timating motives.
Two guests were singing at the top
of their voices, one in German and the
other in Portuguese The supporters
of these rivals (who were not singing
the same song) added their voices to
the choruses And in the midst of this
uproar the Wasp, drawing knife
from his sleeve, leaped across the table
before him and sprang snarling. upon
the German singer.
You sing that about me, you swine !"
he shouted.
Both vocalists ceased abruptly, and
the German fell back on a table imme-
diately behind him, which was smashed
by his weight so that it's contents were
spilled all over those seated near it.
AT the same moment, with great pres
ence of mind he kicked the Italian in
the stomach.
The Wasps knife fell from his hand.
and bowling with agony, he dropped
and lay writing on the floor
A big blond Brandenburger, extract
ing himself from debris of the broken
table, sprang upon the fallen Wasp.
italian pig | strange you!" he
roared.