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'Evidently not, responded the Doctor, 'unless they brain each other with the hair-brush, or take a pop at each other with the cologne-bottle. 'You are quite sure there are no pistols in the valise? said one of the principals, with suppressed eagerness, and drawing a long breath of evident relief. 'We might go over to the city and get pistols, proposed the Captain.
The face that looked up was shrewd but kindly, albeit it frowned a little at the interruption. "I am Senator August," was the unexpected reply. "Oh!" exclaimed Tom blankly. Then he pushed aside a small valise on the opposite seat and took its place. The frown on the senator's face grew. "Reporter?" he asked laconically. "Yes," answered Tom. "I'm from the Washington World.
And now I will go down your stairs, and up my ladder, and get my valise." Early the next morning, without disturbing the sleep of Walter Lodloe, Lanigan Beam descended from the tower, carrying his valise.
I breathed freer when the last servant's horse crossed the ridge; and then, creeping from my hole, soon gained the stables adjoining the house, gave up my horse, secured the well-stuffed valise out of sight, and repaired, according to the original precious scheme, to the front door with my letter.
Then restored I my sermon notes, reburnished and repaired, to the trusty keeping of my well-worn valise, settling myself for one of those delicious baths of thought to be truly enjoyed only on the farther side of toil.
Simultaneously, as the mouth of that valise yawned, the two men leaped forward so that their heads came together resoundingly and absurdly, but not before the bag had exposed its surface articles: a pair of tortoise-shell military brushes, a packet of documents, and a precious silver and lapis-lazuli box about the dimensions of a playing card, the kind usually dedicated to such elusive addenda as stamps, collar buttons, or sewing box in a lady's overnight bag.
The heavy stuff rolled in the cotton was only a lot of old coupling-pins from the railroad. I was disgusted with this sinner, this thief. But it was droll it was droll and I could scarcely sleep with laughing at the whole farce. I know that was sinful. I should have cried. But he was clever, that Yankee tramp." "And the valise? What did you do with it?" asked the hard-hearted Cure of Ste.
"So should I," nodded Mottle-face "ah, that I should." "You you told me," spluttered the fussy gentleman, in sudden wrath, "that you were coming to my valise." "An' so ve have," nodded Mottle-face, triumphantly. "Ve're at it now; ve've been a-coming to that theer blessed walise ever since you come aboard." "Well, and what's to be done about it?" snapped the fussy gentleman.
The boy opened the door of a room with a small window looking out into an inner court. "Here you are!" he said, and he put the valise on the floor. "Thank you," said Walter. As he spoke he drew a dime from his vest pocket and deposited it in the hand of the red-haired attendant. The effect was magical. The bell-boy's listless manner vanished, his dull face lighted up, and his manner became brisk.
The old valise I had was a large-sized one, in which I carried my clothing; but I made room for the polish, and started out the next day on foot, arriving at a small town late that night, with four dollars in cash, and some stock on hand. The following morning I started back to where I had left the old horse and wagon.
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