The Waterbury Democrat., 1936-12-31
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"Oh, yes, he stayed on the mesa.
His tribe Is almost extinct now,
I can't even remember the name.
It seems that this fellow has always
been devoted to Tante Josephine
and when my brothers wanted To
get rid Of him she raised such holy
cain over 1t that they had to let
him live here in the hacienda"
you mean he's right in the house
with us2" exclaimed Bob.
Pearl John nodded. Eyes, why
not2 All the other sevants live
here"
"But the Mexicans-do they get
along with him2" Bob persisted.
II should think"
I'VE never ask them what they
like" was the rather naughty re-
ply. 'They live better here than
they ever could hope to off the
mesa, so they're content. The
same goes for the Indian. Besides,
Broken Shield never has much to
do with them. He's a solitary bird.
Stays In his room mostly. He's got
some fool idea about living on the
site of his ancestral pueblo or
something"
There was a pueblo here them"
1.-THE house Is built on its founda-
tions," answered Pearl John. That's
what seemed to attract my goofy
ancestor to this particular spot.
Too bad he didn't lose his head
when he was mixing with some Of
the Chink pirates he's reputed to
have run into. Then live some place
else. Who wants houses bequeathed
to them, anyway"
II suppose the Indian Is afraid
that If anything happens 10 the
old lady, it will mean that he'll
have to get out" suggested Bob.
els that why he's so glum looking?"
1T might be-" answered Pearl
John. "And you can jolly well be-
lieve that's Just what will hap
pen, too. I don't have 1t in for
Broken Shield as much as the other
boys, but the less I see Of him
the better. Pearl Sam, especially,
detested the very sight Of him. And
you can believe the Indian didn't
exactly love him. That's why I
think he and Tante know some
things they'd rather we didn't find
out"
Then the obsidian knife might
have had some connection with
Broken Shield?"
ut might have" was the low
reply, though I doubt If he knew
where 1t was kept. After my
brother found out 1t had real value,
he was careful to keep it locked up"
yet 1t seems to have been
loaned to Professor Shaw" Bob
reminded him.
Eyes, 1t was" de Forest admitted,
though my brother did not approve
at all of letting the knife out Of
his own hands. I heard him argu-
ing with my aunt about 1t. She was
the one who persuaded him 1t would
be safe to allow Professor Shaw to
make microscopic examinations OF
it, he might have been alive now"
Then you think your aunt had
something to do with the muir
der2" Bob asked the question
hesitatingly. The mere thought Of
laying the crime on the half-insane
old lady seemed too horrible for
belief.
It'll not say" Pearl John an
swered coldly. But do know her
Mysteries are just smoke screen to
cover up the scheming Of her
crooked old BRAIN" He got up,
making an excuse to leave, and Bob
was alone in the darkening room
with this disquieting suggestion.
Bob hunted about until he
found some matches and lighted
all the candles and lamps the place
afforded, then started to draw the
heavy draperies across The windows
to shut out the gloomy outdoors. AS
he did this, he caught sight OF
person, so wrapped In great coat and
muffler that 1t was impossible to
tell whether 1t was a man or a
woman, making off through the
snow toward the edge Of the mesa.
There was nothing unusual In this,
except for the fact that Bob was
sure 1t was not one Of the servants.
While he stood watching, man
came slowly around the corner Of
the patio. After a furtive glance
about, the second figure followed
the first, though there was every
evidence that he did not wish this
known to the individual he was
trailing.
Bob decided that he would