The Western news. [volume] (Libby, Mont.) 1933-current, 1936-02-20
CHAPTER VI-Continued
- 10.

lt3cIl. A. the btTVdHt puSHtu OAtu lily
door. took my stand behind 1t, with
my back to the wall.
When he found the room dark, he let
out 4 grunt of surprise. For an In
slant he hung on the threshold, then
he turned back to the passage and
closed the door.
As his steps died away, turned the
handle once more. =.
1t was half past eight now, and the
hall was dim.
could hear no sound OF talking. but
knew that Rush was yet In the sit
ting-room.
Then ,Bugle, pacing the apron,
strolled into and out of my view.
1t occurred to me that he was wait
Ing for Rush to finish his meal: then
the two would 90 of together and
should be left. Meanwhile Pharaoh was
In action.
Rush was moving heard the scrape
of his chair as he thrust 1t back. An
instant later he made his way out Of
the house.
heard him say something to Bugle
and saw him turn to the right.
Az neither reappeared or started the
car. 1t looked very much as though
they were sitting down on the bench
to the right of the steps. II was right,
then a man at the sitting-room window
would be above and behind them and
able, II they were talking, to overhear
every word. Fate that had used me 10
rudely, played into my hands.
''Yes, | know that bit,r said Rush.
i've card 1t before. But II he's such
a marvel. where's Bohun gomez Bohun
was boun' to be here on Monday night.
Cos why1 Cos Pharaoh'd wired him
COS Pharaoh desired Is presence.
Well that's three days ago. an he amt
here yet"
whats Bohun matterr said Bugle.
= Err grace the Duchess OF Sheba is
what we want
'Who said he mattered7' said Rush.
Il never said he mattered. Wot said
wns that Pharaoh knows 'ow to slip
up. oh, don't talk silly you says
'Pharaoh's genius, and genIusas
don't slip up All right | says
Where's BohunT" In manifest dudgeon
he sucked at his cigarette Pharaoh
said he'd be here on Monday night. He
near told us the SCOT OF clothes he'd
ave on. Well, he isn't here, Ii her
don't say Bohun matters, but I'd just
as soon know where he Is. He may
be an artist. but he knows how Ito use
gum"
Nov look ere. Rush." said Bugle,
crossing his legs. low many you can
mention could OF done wot Pharaohs
done. Beg and Baggage into that cas-
tle-the guest OF the Count. Me an
you here la the rooms wot the Willies
'ad. No more one-eyed pubs; no land
lords with sweaty necks: no cottagers
stoppin an starln'; no watchln ont ;
but everything smooth an shin.shape,
an nothin to do but wait" -
Waltz" screeched Rush. i've walt
ed long enough on this Job. You can
talk as much as you like. but we ANT
no nearer now than when we begun.
Look at Dewdrop there, calm him
Sir an Gaping an standin' behind
his chair
Its all In the game said Rngle.
"If-r
eyes, could play that game said
Rush. It'd suit me down to the socks.
But who ever plays 1t but him? When
he asks me In on this Job he calls 1t
a change of air. Soft as SILK was
his words, an ! mayn't even need your
'elp. But you'd better be there, he
says, in case there's door wants
openn' before we're through"
You was took on as was. an just
as glad Of the Job. I want you. says
Pharnoh--that's all.
"All7" yelped Rush. Why"
"All." barked Bugle. Before we met
him In Paris. he never spoke OF The
JOu, NIL tHtH Ike opthS ~ ub I'LL, Az
the other sought to protest, he let out
terrible oath. why try an put II
across me, you fool. Pharaoh dons
ask; he takes. That was his way--al-
ways, an I've known him longer than
you. You talk as If you was his equal;
he ain't got no equal alive. We're In
his employment we are An III we
play his game. he'll make us-look at
Long John Six hundred year and
a pub. and know that's true"
"Who wants pub?n snarled Rush.
An who's Mr.. Pharaoh to pick an
choose7 He's the boss, OF course
that's his job; but we're not his serv-
ants"
"All right. all right" said Bugle, az
though he were sick and tired OF the
others complaints. Call 1t game.
Sign on with I'm, an you've got to-
take wot's comln'--that's all meant
"Yes, an wot Ia comin'?" said Rush.
That's wot wants to know. Judge
man by results Three weeks to-
morrow we've been here, an wot's your
Napoleon done1 I'll tell you Bugle
groaned. In the firs' place he's been
beat BY girl an 4 groom. He knew
they was comm, an he knew they was