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: 4 : 7: t yn OM os anal . _ +) oe - DETECTIVE BOB BRIDGER. 209 CHAPTER LIL. THE BURGLARY CONTINUED. For a time all was black as midnight and quiet as the grave. Then Goucher leaned forward and again tapped lightly upon the door. 5‘ ; Who vas dere?” whispered Muggins through the key- ole. “Rachel,” returned “Jack, the Fork,” in imitation of Rachel’s voice. “Vat you vant?” “A man has brought you someting.” “Vat man ?” “A strange man.” ‘Did you let de man in de house?” “No. Vy should you ask such foolish ting?” “Vat he brought?” “A quite heavy package.” “Vere is it?” “Here, I got it.” “Vell, take it vid you to your room.” “T vould not have such rich ting vid me. I was afraid.” “Vat is it?” “Diamonds and vatches.” “Vat did de man say ?” “He vould see you to-morrow by de store.” ‘Did you, sure, lock de door ?” “Sure.” “And nobody vas near you on de stair-vay ?” “Vat makes you so foolish? Open de door, or I go right ~ avay and throw de man’s package on de street. I lke not such business, and have a fool made of it.” “Vait a minute.” Softly Muggins turned the key in the lock, slipped back the bolt, opened the door several inches, passed his hand through the crack, and said, harshly : “Quick ! Rachel, give me de package !” The bartender’s left hand clutched the extended arm on the instant in a grip of iron, while his right shot swiftly through the aperture and clutched Muggins’ throat. “Great Heaven, Sammy! Robbers! Tiefs!” cried the EComichooks. (e(0) m