Page 3 (1/1)

The place was clearly the sleeping quarters of a h coether Spartan, was also ray enameled iron to tone with the concrete wall Across the foot of the bed, an extra coverlet, hung a gray robe of wolfskins with every tail a-dangle On the floor, where rested a pair of slippers, was spread a thick-coated skin of azines and scribble-pads, there was rooarettes, an ash-tray, and a therraph, for purposes of dictation, stood on a hinged and swinging bracket On the wall, under the barohed the face of a girl On the wall, between the rows of buttons and a switchboard, from an open holster, loosely projected the butt of a 44 Colt's autoun to filter through the wire netting, Dick Forrest, without raising his eyes froht hand and pressed a button in the second row Five -porch In his hands he bore a small tray of burnished copper on which rested a cup and saucer, a tiny coffee pot of silver, and a correspondingly tiny silver creareeting, and his eyes s, Master," Oh My returned, as he busied hi stand for the tray and with pouring the coffee and crea that hiscoffee with one hand while he made a correction on the proof with the other, Oh My picked up a rosy, filmy, lacy boudoir cap from the floor and departed His exit was noiseless He ebbed away like a shadow through the open French s

At six-thirty, sharp to the er tray Dick Forrest put away the proofs, reached for a book entitled "Cos," and prepared to eat The breakfast was sirape-fruit, two soft-boiled eggshot, and a sliver of bacon, not over-cooked, that he kneas of his own raising and curing

By this ti and across the bed On the outside of the wire screen clung a number of house-flies, early-hatched for the season and nuht's cold As Forrest ate he watched the hunting of theyellow- jackets Sturdy,and preying on the benuht, these yellow hunters of the air, with rarely ever a miss, pounced on their helpless victione ere Forrest had sipped his last sip of coffee, s" with a match, and taken up his proofsheets