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194 THE FACE AT THE WINDOW. tion there would be murder done, yes, murder, sir. I will depart in peace, since I have no further need of remaining. ’’ Not so Grubbs. The sharpest detective in all Virginia is feeling very sore over his defeat, and hopes to take it out on some one. He thinks he sees a chance here, not knowing Bob Pemberton. ‘‘Beg pardon, colonel, but we number three.’’ **What of it?” “And he’s only one. If you give the word, we might have a leetle amusement with Mr. Bob Pem- berton, of Kentucky. Strikes me you don’t bear him any too much love.”’’ Grubbs thinks he has conceived a great idea, and gives his employer the benefit of it. He is justina state of mind for something desperate. The colonel, however, notes one fact—as Bob stands there he has his right hand thrown carelessly back of him, so that it rests on his hip. These Kentucky gentlemen gen- erally carry a revolver there, and are astonishingly quick about getting the said weapon into working order. Bob wants no scene to occur here, with his wife so near at hand. He does what he knows will prevent it. ‘*Gypsy—Joe—Senator!”’ ‘‘Great Scott! there’s a whole regiment back: of him,’’ exclaims Grubbs, as he sees the three persons enter the room. He loses all desire for war. Gypsy looks at the colonel, who moves uneasily Gomichooksscom