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—_ , i : . _ - = ; ; NEW NICK CAR _ The janitor of the building was put- ting out the lights in the hallways when he hearc | Brewer on the landing above him. stairs and went on to the street. In the darkness the janitor did not get a very good look at him and in fact he paid no especial attention to him. He was quite certain however that ‘this was the same man who had called on body besides Trim had suspicions of Warren, they were entirely cleared away. of the river gang, which has its headquarters generally up in that part of the city where Warren lived, had learned somehow of Brewer’s luck and that they -waylaid him upon the street, stripping r. » Mien putting a | The case attracted no attention after, rd 1¢ coroner’s inquest and probably it ; . ~~ = i J ‘ ¥ es € =a] for Tr 1 i} f a7 q * ’ & * =. j . " © - 4 > ] , _ Meant Gay at Sheepshead, an | to make books there as before. im and 5 = <. ™. ™~“, a? - 7 y * y sa sations with Beck, etimes turned up} “= tea “7 a a] ' Ie = Do * a . = . J = * mo” | ' y ‘ . i + «3 es = , on, — _ | around the stables dres: The day of the race was to run was approa re P | Was ng more an ; » = ; - | =a " + | d as a hostler. F a . d ) - L | 2 | > a - 7 - . 4 So worried that he d ' . ‘ — 3 " sz , | to send Mephisto over to Sheepshe to send Mephisto over to oheepsnes al f mf = : ‘ on - . . io Lib le i ll A ‘ | = “ ’ ms _ oT. , a a 4 ig P| 4 , 4 re. a ’ 7 \ 4 7 4 Ph, j "y - * — ' - | | a J ’ __ oh , \~ - = : it i | i 4 , ' : " ' i w=! 4 ; : 4 a ( iy i : i : | ‘ yi = — a o ies . % : — . * - 4 * ‘ a 7 i ny - j - a | | . : ' 7 i 5 -” ‘ | , a | ; _ = | +d =" — - - — f ¢ 4 | 7 a" sa 4 > Ps, - 4 i ! — _ wi ! z | = | 1... - - a2 r P oe’ -" by hel ae : . ) _~ = Warren saying good-night to/| Warren an hour or so before, so if any-| It was generally supposed that mem- him of his clothing, murdering him and | worn-out clothing upon the ’s firm conviction that War-| / ten was the murderer of B Meantime there were races every other d Warren continued | w that he metin n the betting | sport and at other times prowled | -in which Mephisto ching and O’Brien d more nervous about n was 1 not ) un- t the before the |tomary for visitors to put their name on — jpear- | the book 7 TER WEEKLY. 17 hand and a green cotton umbrella in the other. There was a long strage falling over his collar. silver-rimmed spectacles were on ‘his nose and on his head there was a straw hat that must have been worn for ling gray beard twenty years. - His coat was an immerse linen duster that almost dragged upon the ground as | he walked. He stared about him as he went and turned curiously from time to time to See what people were laughing at. | It did not seem to strike him that he was the cause of their fun. He stood for two or three minutes on ithe sidewalk across the street from the hotel and finally walked over, and entered the office. | Atthat moment Warren and two or |three others were sitting there. | The old man approached the clerk’s desk, set down his bag and putting both hands upon the counter, asked: ‘Say, can I stop here "age ‘*Certainly,’’ replied the clerk, trying g, ‘‘I suppose you'd ¥ ‘to keep from smilin like a good room?” . ‘Well I guess I’ve got to have some- |thin’ tew sleep in,’’ returned the old fel- low. ‘What are ye goin’ tew charge for it?” | °‘We have, various prices,’’ answered the clerk, ‘‘from a dollar up—— ‘‘Sho! As much as a dollar?’’ _“That’s the lowest price we have for a room, sir; it’s the busy season, sir.’ “Gosh, but ye must make money!”’ ll you write your name on this ‘*"What for?’ o. ‘Simply that we may know who you | are, ”? | : “Huh! I’m free tew tell you that. “T don’t keer who knows who I be. ‘My name’s Silas Bascum and I hain ‘ashamed of it, b’gosh!”’ | “No, certainly not, sir, but it’s cus- , = $9 * Wi ] ee -— = S. a * - * 5 . ‘ 7 a F i } i ._ . - é = ~ i » ” ie » - - | oT Pee Ree se ‘ — be | a! | __ , . | 4 f i te — . F = { D ; = r . 7 *