The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1902-11-02
CHAPTER MIMI


Farrell and his clerk we're busy planning
a. cuterpri-irg campaign, commercial.
against the mel who had faith in fast horses
for the coming week at Sheepshead Bay.
.Ahl" the bookmaker exclaimed when
Crane entered, you wan, that badge num-
Der Hagen, get the betting sheet for the
second last LAY at Gravesend and look
up the bet of 81 900 we roped in over Mr.,
Craze horse want the badge number;
We want TO locate the man that parted
i wish there had been more like him
sDo YOU mean Billy Csss'" asked the
clerk
-Who the DEVILS Billy Cass'"
.Wlv the stiff that played the Dutchman
for thou"
You know him'- This query from
Farrell
"Surc thing He's regular. Used to
b., In Nullen's book last year when l pen
cilci for him
Tl.. clerk had brought the betting sheet
bv this time. and ran his finger down long
row Of figures.
THAT'S the bet. A thousand calls three on
the Duchman His badge number was
HISS Yes. that's the bot; l remember
Billy Cass takin' II.
90 his vivid memory. hes generally a
picker-plavs a long shot an his limits
go, So. when he comes next a favorite that
day with a cool thou, 1t gives me stoppage
Of thu heart. Damned il dl dn't get cold
fee
pet yer ne II wasn't Billy's money
no, a PUNK Of it; he had worked an angel
an was plavin tho farmers stuff for him.
In uep--1iI know
the man"
-Know him? All the way; tall. slim blue
ewes. light musiache, hand like woman.
That's the man affirmed Farrell; that's
the man. I saw him Yesterday
Crane stared. For once in his life the
confusion Of An unexpected event momen-
tarily unsettled him.
Il thought you dentiied-which man In
the bank did YOU mean?'
Il saw three; a short, dark hairless kid"
Alan Porter, mentally licked of Crane
"a tall, dark. heavy-shouldered chap that,
judged by his mug, would have made a
fair record as fghtin' man
WAS not that the man you identified AZ
having made the bet'- interrupted Crane.
taking step forward in his intense eager
ness
looking cove with fishy eyes"
Cas- mu,tered Crane to himself; but
that's impossible ass never left the bank
that day; there's some devilish queer mis-
take here"
But the name Cass was ringing in his
ears.
Farrell had identified David Cass In the
bank as the man who had bet with him.
tnl lint
fitted David Cas- in a general way Again.
the badge number, ll,7s5. was not Morti-
mer's number as registered in Fausts
book,
Crane stood bordering over the compli-
cation while Farrell waited. He saw that
until further investigation disproved it,
there could be but one solution 81 this in
tricate riddle.
Billy Cass, tho taker Of the bet was race
track frcouenter: David Cass was not ,
and the latter had been in the bank all that
dav-Crane knew that They must be
separate personalities but they resembled
each other; they were Of the same name
they must bo brothers
Billy Cass had had possession OF the stolen
note. He must have got II from some one
having access 20 it at the bank-Mortimer,
Alan Porter. or CaAs--the cashier was quite
.rlt of the question.
The next move was 70 trace back through
Piliv Cass the man who had delivered 10
him the stolen money. There was still a
chance that Mortimer, unfamiliar with
betting. aud possibly knowing Of Billy Cass
through his brother in the bank-if they
were brot hers-had used this practical
racing man as a commission agent.
That seemed : he most plausible deduction.
II was practically impossible that David
Cas- could have got possession Of the hill
fo~ l. was locked in a compart ment Of which
Mortimer had the key: Mortimer had adj
mtted that the KEYS were not out Of his pos
session.
Thus far in his hurried men,a al ret Prospect
Crane spoke TO Farrell
Il think hi, is all can do at present.
NAV find it necessary TO ask YOU TO identify
thi, Cas-, but ! hope not to trouble you
any further in the matter"
Damn the trouble" cnergetically re-
spouded Farrell. with huge disclsimng
OF obligation I'm spend time and money
10 sab a crook any day I've no Use for
Thorn. 4 few OF that kidney gives the racin'
game a black eye. If you need me or Hagen
just squeak. an We'll hop on to the chap If
he "A wrong one, with both feet,
Gran" said nothing about the other num-
Der he had culled from Faust's book; he
said nothing about his suspicious Of a
brotherhood hc wanted TO 90 back to his
quarters and think This new problem out
What If in seeking for conclusive evidence
against Mortimer be should prove him
innocent lie was 'rending upon danger
Gus ground, pushing out of his pat with a
frcbrand a fu," closely attached 20 a mine
that might explode and shattcr the care
fully constructed fabric
Sitting IN his own chamber he once moro
went over, lit ty bit, the whole cxtraordi-
nary ENHANCEMENT. Mistaken as n was.
FarelPs identification at Brookhed mus,
have strongly affected tie mind II Alls
Porter
~ the time Crane had played an honest
part Ia rccounting It To the girl lie had
firmly believed, owing To his ambiguous
report, that Farrell had meant Mortimer;
In fact, Cas- had not entered his mind at all
Even yet, Mortimer nigh, be the guilty
man, PROBABLY was
Why should he, Crane, pursue this in.