The Reporter. (Chelsea, Indian Terr.), Vol. 8, No. 22, Ed. 1 Friday, September 26, 1902 Page: 6 of 8
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THE REPORTER.
A. It. * R. E. MILLER, Publishers.
CHELSEA, - INDIAN TERRITORY.
A FAIR CULPRIT.
Thorp arc bolts and bara to my study.
Shutter and sash are elasped,
Firm against the night's marauder
Transom and door are hasped;
Shielded ngainst Intrusion.
I'm ready for work, I Bay.
When a someone comoth, In fancy.
And stcalcth my thoughts away.
Never a story's chapter
Able am I to write.
Never a verse to fashion.
Sonnet or song Indite.
Safe from my bachelor cronies.
Far from my clubroom'a din,
Bafe—yet into my study
Somebody sllppeth in!
How shall a man arrange it?
Is there of safeguard none?
Docs I.ove laugh at the locksmiths?
If so, where Is the fun?
Xxtcked In my study I'd labor.
Manuscripts write each day.
Did not a wee little woman
8teal all my thoughts away.
—Roy Farrcll Greene, in Town and Coun-
try
Stairs of
Sand
By ERNEST DE LANCY PIERSON.
Copyright. 1S01, by Street A Smith.
CHAPTER XVIII.—CONTIJIUKD.
"'Cause things ain't penerally man-
aged in sich a myster'ous way.
O'wan, you oupht to know that gents
in our perfession ain't layin' no si< h
pipes. Rut it's the manner of this
swell gent, when he makes a play,
to have it fixed like a Rowery meller-
drayma. Then, as Browny is knowed
to be one of the ateady men, why.
the app'intment comin' to him in
that way makes me sure that he will
lie there."
"And what do you want me to do?"
asked Job.
"Well, if you want to sot eyes on
the roan yer lookin' fer, now's yer
vhancc, and sich a one may not come
again."
"How do I know but it might be a
ncheroe to trap me," eying his com-
panion for a moment. "You have not
entirely explained tJiat meeting with
*he man who cam# into the street in
a coupe."
"Phew! are you worryin* 'bout that
ylt?" asked .lehbs, as he lit a dirty
pipe and began to send forth clouds
of smoke. "I thought I'd explained
that. I never see the gent before,
and he didn't get nuthin' out o' me.
1 was polite to him 'cause I see that
It was to my interests. Now. if you
am a bit scared about this, why, it's
yer otvn affair, but let me tell ye the
chance is one what won't come
every day."
"Well, I'll run the risk," and Job,
after a pause, for, while he suspected
<hat he was not being fairly dealt
•with, he knew that he must trust
-some one, and this man was quite >•>
lionest as the rest of his ilk.
(ioing o\er to the corner of his
Toum, he extracted a small box he
bad bidden in a hole in the molding
of the window, and, without paying
any particular attention to his com-
panion, who was watching with eager
eyes, he opened it, disclosing what
seemed to be a few pieces of cheap
jewelry. Out of the heap he se-
lected a small and tarnished ring,
which was set with three stones of
a dull blue color, that resembled tur-
quoise of an inferior variety. This
ring he slipped on the finger of his
right hand, and then having closed
the box, restored it to its place.
from another corner he picked up
a stout cudgel, and, shifting it under
his arm, said, with a certain air of
grim satisfaction:
"Well, I am ready if you are?"
Jebbs, whs had been watching the
preparations with attention, seemed
to be a little uneasy, and made no
attempt to follow his companion,
who now stood with his hand on the
knob of the door leading to the
stairs.
"Well, I am waiting," said Hen-
dricks, and, did he imagine it or not,
but his companion seemed to be in
no haste to go; in fact, he displayed
a decided reluctance.
"Come, and do what you arranged
to do," said Hendricks, grimly. "You
will show me to that place you de-
scribed. What is the matter with
you? I declare, if it were not ab-
surd, I should imagine that you were
frightened."
"Mel Not on your life. Go on,
and I'll foller." and so saying he blew
out the candle, and. close behind
Hendricks, they passed out of the
house. Once they were in the garden
Jebbs took the lead.
"You jest keep in the rear o' me
at some space," he said- "it won't
attract*!"' much attention."
Hendricks nodded, and so, walking
almost hii'f a block apart, they took
a auutLvi .v direction, aeui meeting
to speak, and, to all Intents and pur-
poses, perfect strangers.
It was after a long walk that Hen-
dricks saw his- companion suddenly
dart up an alley, and, after a mo-
ment's hesitation, he followed. "This
is the joint," said Jebbs, who was
stnnding by a closed window.
"What, the Red Fox?"
"Jesso."
"Well, what do you mean to do,"
as he looked up at the tall building,
which at one time must have been
devoted to manufacturing, and had
been transformed into a lodging-
house. From the other side of the
building he could hear the sound of
noisy laughter. It was there the
bar-room was located, and, from the
sound, it was evidently doing a roar-
ing trade.
"Here is the room where they are
to meet 'cording to them directions,"
said Jebbs, pointing to the window
against which they leaned. "Too
soon yet, but that'll gin ye a chance
to place yerself where ye can see
and hear everything."
Hendricks took a tight hold of his
cudgel, and waited to hear more.
"Ye see, this is the third room in
the basement, and that is what them
Aggers meant what ( showed ye on
the card," said Jebbs, in explana-
tion. "You couldn't make nuthin'
out of 'em, but it ain't the fust time
that a meetin' was arranged for in
the Red Fox."
"Hut to get in is another thing?"
said Hendricks, looking at the black
opening.
Jebbs gave a low laugh and
nudged his companion in a way
meant to be playful, saying at the
same time:
"G'wan! You will have yer little
joke with me. Sometimes I am a
wonderin' if you can be the same
celebrated party they tell me about."
Hendricks uttered a sigh, and then
said:
"Well, if we can get in, and you
have the tools, go to work. You see,
I didn't come equipped."
"I suppose you mean by that you
ain't fixed. 1 don't understand them
foreign words. Go to the end o' the
alley and watch, and we'll have this
out in a jiffy." and Hendricks, with-
out a word, went down to the corner
as directed.
It was not long befyre he heard a
warning whistle, and, coming for-
ward, found Jebbs standing beside
the open window.
"If you get in here and wait in
hidin', you'll hear and see the whole
business," he said, pointing to the
gap in the wall. " 'Course you'll have
to take yer changes then, but you're
a masterful man, and will know how
to get out of it if there's any trou-
ble."
He held the window, which he had
managod to open, ajar, while Job
scrambled through, and,with the help
of the sill, lowered himself noiseless-
ly to the floor. He was in utter
darkness, and, as there seemed to be
no one in the place, he ventured to
light a wax match and explore the
place. He heard,in the meantime, that
the window through which he had en-
tered had been closed. He found him-
self in a cellar, with a cement floor,
divided by partitions, and, pushing
his way through one of these, he
stumbled over a chair, which roused
strange echoes in the place. As he
rose to his feet a light flashed out
in the center of the room, and he
found himself standing beside
table, near which a well-dressed man
was puffing on a cigarette, and re
garding him with an amused expres
sion <ti satisfaction.
I only hope your man wasn't guywigj dashed on up the alley at a wor. ler-
CHAPTER XIX.
THE MAN IN THE RED FOX.
At the hour designated by Ellison,
Inspector Barnes, the chief of police,
had posted his men in the streets
leading to the lied Fox, waiting for
the signal which would call his men
to the center of the scene of action.
It was very seldom that the head
of the police department took a hand
io an affair of the kind, but he was
moved by curiosity, and, at the same
time, by the dfsire to figure promi-
nently in the cavture of a rogue who
had defied the department for many
months. It would not look well in
the papers, when the accounts came
to be eventually written up, if the
chief did not occupy a prominent
place in the proceedings. Harnes,
moreover, felt a certain hatred for
the man who had put his department
in such disrepute, and he was anxious
to have first view of the man who
had been able to withstand all the
machinery of the law bo long.
Ten o'clock had been the hour when
he expected to hear the pistol shot
that was to summon him and his
men to the scene, but as time passed,
and it was nearing the half hour
after the time, he began to grow
impatient.
"What do yon think of this, In-
spector Thorne?" he asked of a tall
man, who had secreted himself in a
hallway opposite the queer hotel.
Karnes was not the only important
official who had desired to have some-
thing to do with the capture of the
celebrated criminal.
"Oh, I'm not worried," replied
Thorne. "Never know what delays
uiight happen in an affr.ir like this.
us with his story.
He did not love his chief particu-
larly, and would have likeil to see
him ousted to give place to a real
genius—himself, for example. If
the principals were excited, the men
detailed on this occasion were also
in somewhat of a flurry. They did
not share the opinion held by Harnes
that the man who had defied the
machinery of the departtnent so long
would be easy to capture, and looked
forward to a lively time of it.
Harnes and Inspector Thorne were
still occupying the hallway of a de-
serted warehouse, watching the
building that loomed up darkly be-
fore them, listening for the sound of
the pistol shot that was to be the
signal.
The hotel with the foreign name
was really two buildings. The bar-
room facing on one street, through
which the sleeping rooms could be
reached in the rear by a narrow
passage.
For a long time the police had
known that Monsieur Poujae con-
ducted a house that was the resort
of all the ragtag and bobtail and
human sewage of the city. But he
was useful, and his suppression woultf
have made it only more difficult to
find a man when he was wanted. Ho
It was that the Frenchman wns al-
lowed to continue running his shady
tavern as a friend of the law and a
secret foe to the lawless elements
As the time passed, and yet the
signal was not heard. Inspector
Harnes began to get impatient, and
in the shadows moved up and down
the street, meeting here and there
some of his men, with whom he ex-
changed a word or two, and then
passed on his beat.
During his walk he arrived pres-
ently before the real front of the
building, where the barroom was sit-
uated, and here he saw a man put-
ting out the lights and making other
preparations to close tip. Aa it was
his intention to wink at the doings
of Monsieur Poujae, who had had a
hand in the apprehension of a num-
ber of criminals, he made no at-
tempt to approach the man who was
clearing up.
As soon as the front of the estab-
lishment was dark he returned to
his post, which commanded the alley
and where Inspector Thorne was
now standing.
"Anything new?" he asked, as he
snuggled into the hallway beside his
subordinate.
"Not a sound from our corner," re-
sponded the other.
"I'm getting suspicious,"* said
Harnes.
"Of what?"
"That I have been fooled."
"How's that?"
"This chap Ellison might, for all I
know, be one of the gang who is in-
terested in thp man we are seeking."
"Can't believe that."
"Well, I don't like to believe it,
either." grumbled the chief, "nnd if
he has played us a trick I fail to see
what he will gain by it; besides I
took care to look the man up. He
is the brother of a banker of wealth
and repute, but perhaps is none the
better for that." He was silent for
a moment and then, "You see 1 was
getting desperate and ready to take
any chances. The failure to capture
this man made us the laughing stock
of the town, and I for one was get-
ting tired of it, bo I was ready to
seize any straw."
"I understand," Inspector Thorne.
who since Harnes had engineered the
thing would not have been sorry if
the whole affair turned out a gor-
geous humbug. But he did not ven-
ture to express any of these
thoughts aloud; what he did remark
was:
"It's too soon to give tip all hope
yet. Strange things happen in mat-
ters like this—and we must be pa-
tient."
"But somehow I have a premoni-
tion that all is not right," straining
his eyes as if he would pierce the
secrets of the forbidding black build-
ing that towered beyond them.
"I wish I hadn't made a deal with
the fellow," shaking his head.
"We have to bargain when it comes
to getting on the track of a slippery
individual such as we are looking
for," replied Inspector Thorne, in a
voice that meant to be consoling.
He had hardly delivered this short
speech, when suddenly the crack of
a pistol shot rnng through the si
lence. The two men started—then,
without a word, they set off on a run
toward the alley that ran along the
side of the strange hotel.
Barnes had received minute direc-
tions, and knew how to proceed. His
men. running forward from all di-
rections (and there were enough of
them to have captured a squad of
rogues), came up with their chief
at the entrance of the alley. He
gave them hurried directions about
guarding approaches to the place,
and they departed grumblingly into
the shadows, indignant that they
were not allowed to take a promi-
nent part in the capture.
"Now, then, Thorne," exclaimed
the chief, "sec to your gun, and fol-
low nic," ami with these words he
fill speed for a man of his weight.
When the inspector came up with
hiit superior he was stnnding liefore
an open window, which led into the
basement of the place. A flickering
light was seen for a moment in the
gloom, but as they looked it sud-
denly disappeared.
The two police officers for a mo-
ment regarded each other in silence.
"Not going to plunge into that
black hole, are you?" asked Thorne,
with a shiver.
"It don't look exactly right. There
should be a light there," replied the
other. "But since there is none, why,
we must supply it." So saying, he
took a folding dark lantern out of
his pocket, shook it into shape, lit
the cnndle within, and said, grimly,
"We have gone too far to retreat
now, so come on, and the devil take
the hindmost." With this, holding
the lantern in one hand, he scrambled
over the sill of the window and let
himself drop to the floor. He was
followed a little later by Inspector
Thorne.
"It's suspiciously silent," muttered
Barnes, as he waved the lantern back
and forth, and peered into the cor-
ners of the room.
"And wAs it here that you expect-
ed to find him?" asked the other in
a whisper.
"No, in the last room beyond," nod-
ding toward the partition that ran
through the middle of the basement.
"I don't like the looks of things a
bit, but keep your gun handy and
come on," at the same time leading
the way through the open door, flash
ing his lantern to right and left ma
he went along.
The next room was empty, too,
but for some old barrels and chnirs
up in one corner. Harnes paused for
a moment to listen.
"Hear anything, Thorne?" he
asked.
"No, do you?"
"Yes; sounds like heavy breath-
ing."
"More like steam escaping some
where," replied the other, who
seemed to hear the sound as well as
his companion.
The chief advanced to the door
that communicated with the last
room.
"It is here that we shall find some-
thing. I think. Why, the deuce! It
seems to be locked on the inside," as
he tried the knob. Then, with a
push of his huge shoulders, he broke
the door in, and kicking aside the
shattered wood, they stood within
the room. It seemed to be vacant,
too. The chairs about a table in
the center, the butt of a cigarette
and a glass showed that it must have
been recently occupied.
"If I only had a decent light,"
grumbled Barnes, for his lantern was
so faint that it only illuminated a
small space of the room at a time.
"There is that queer rushing sound
again, like escaping steam," muttered
Inspector Thorne.
Barnes, peering about with his lan-
tern, suddenly uttered an exclama-
tion, and then, stooping, lifted up
some heavy body from the floor. As
the inspector stepped forward to help
him he saw that it was a man and in-
sensible. He it was who produced
the strange sounds they had heard.
They lifted him into a sitting po-
sition on one of the chairs. His eyes
were closed, but his heavy breathing
sounded loud in the silence of the
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The expression on his chief's face
made Barnes ask this question: "Do
you know this man?"
"Know him," with a harsh excla-
mation. "Well, rather. This is the
chap that brought us here— look at
him now." Then, witlf anger he
could not conceal, he began in a
more vigorous than kindly way to
attempt to shake Ellison into a con-
dition of consciousness.
"He needs something worse than
a shaking," grumbled Barnes, "for
our man by this time must be miles
away!"
[To Be Continued.]
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