The Irish standard., 1902-08-30
VA Knave Of
Conscience
BY FRANCIS LYNDE.
tCopyright 1900, BY Francis Lynde.l
CHAPTER 1V.-CoNT1N1,rn.

CHAPTER lV.-CoNTINUED.
Griswold smiled when he remem-
bered how, in fiction of the felon-
catching sort-and in real life, for
that matter-the lawbreaker always
did leave a trace behind him, and
determined for once in way to
demonstrate practically that it was
Equite as easy to create an inerrant
fugitive as an infallible detective.
Joining the throng on the sidewalk,
b he made his way leisurely to Canal
street, and thence diagonally
through the French quarter to the
\ French market. In a narrow alley
he found what he was looking for
fsa dingy, sailors barber shop. The
barber was a negro, fat, unctuous
land sleepy looking; and he was
alone.
eyes, sab; shave, boss?" he asked
as Griswold entered.
q 'No; haircut Griswold pro-
n duced silver half-dollar. go
around the corner and get me CT
N gar to smoke while you're doing it.
Get good one, if you have to go to
Canal street." he added, climbing
4 into the rickety chair.
The negro shuffled out, seeming
tips. The moment he was out of
sight Griswold snatched the scissors
and began to hack recklessly at his
4 beard; recklessly and swiftly, but
with thong htful purpose. The re-
suit was complete metamorphosis
Il speedily wrought. In place of the
trim beard and curling mustache
there was a rough stubble, stiff and
uneven, like that on the face of a
man who had neglected to shave for
4 week or two.
81 think that will answer" he said,
standing before the cracked looking
glass to get the general effect. "And
it's decently original. l fancy your
professional blunderer would have
4 shaved, and the first amateur detec-
4 tive he met would reconstruct the
beard on the sunburned lines. Now
for an uncle, the more avaricious
4 the better
He went to the door an6 looked up
and down the alley. the negro was
not yet in sight, and he walked
swiftly in the direction opposite to
that taken by the man. A pawn
brokers' shop of the kind he required
was not far to seek in that locality.
and when it was found Griswold
drove hard bargain with the Portu-
guese Jew behind the counter. The
pledge he offered was the clothes
he wore; and the bargain was con-
cluded for pair of jeans trousers,
calico shirt, sailors cap and a
red bandanna handkerchief. These,
and trif1ing sum of ready money,
the inconsequence of which Griswold
( deplored piteously before he would
consent to accept it.
The Portuguese, most suspicious
of men, suspected everything but the
truth, as Griswold had intended, ac-
Il cusing his customer fatty of having
stolen the clothes. And when Girls
void departed without denying the
8 accusation, suspicion became con-
{ viction, and the clothing, which
might otherwise have given the po-
lice most important clew, was
carefully hidden away until time
4 should have quieted the Jews ap-
prehensions.
Having thus disguised himself,
/ Griswold made the transformation
n artistically complete by walking for
q quarter of an hour in the dust of
loaded cotton float on the levee
Then he made a tramp's bundle OF
d the manuscript of the dead book
81 the pistol and the money, in the
red handkerchief. and having sur.
81. veyed himself in the bar mirror of a
sailors pothouse. was minded to test
his disguise by going back to the
restaurant where he had break
NJ tasted
MS The experiment was made forth
with, and was an unqualified success
The proprietor not only failed t.
~ recognize him, but drove him fortl
with revilings in idomatic French
s and broken English.
"Bete! Go back to da levee w'er
Il you belong to go. I'll kip da caf
I for zhentlemen. Scelerat! Col"
Griswold went, smiling between hi
teeth.
llidC sellicS tlle question: Oh pres
n ent safety he said to himself
believe ] could walk into the ban
and not be recognized"
The idea was so temptingly at
ES venturous that he gave place to
s on the spur Of the moment. Takin
fve-dollar bill from his store, h
fouled it in the mud of the quite
| and then went in to ask the payin
~ teller to give him silver for it. Th
\ teller shifted at the money, scowle
|gs at the man and then turned bac
to his cashbook. Griswolds smi
broke into a laugh when he reache
ETf the street.
1.-THE dragon may have teeth ar
claws, but it can neither see NJ
SMELL" he said, contemptuousl
h bending his steps riverwald agai
snow I have only to choose II
route and go in peace. How al
where are the only remaining que
ks tions to be answered"
CHAPTER v.
ES$ For an hour after his ventursor
return to the bank Griswold tramp
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