The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1903-04-16
(Continued.)

| tOuIeTeuC0 dS III uduSOu UTlNluS
through the streets Of London. Drive
slowly toward The Evening Graphite
Office" she said to the cabman, pushing
up the door in the roof of the hanson.
Mr.. Stoneham took his place beside
her, and the cabman turned his horse
into the direction indicated.
| "Now, Mr.. Stoneham, in the first
place, I want so golden sovereigns.
How am to get them within half an
hour2"
"Good gracious! 1 don't know. The
banks are all closed, but there is man
at Charing Cross who would perhaps
change a check for me. There is
checkbook in the Office.
"Then that's all right and settled.
Mr.. Stoneham, there's been some jug
CLING with the public accounts in the
office of the board Of public construc
ton"
"What A defalcation ?" cried Stone
ham eagerly.
"No; merely shifting ronnd."
"Ahp' said the editor in a disap-
pointed tone.
| ooh, you needn't say 'Ahp It's very
serious 1t is indeed The accounts are
calculated to deceive the dear and CON
fding public, to whose interests all the
daily papers, morning and evening, pre-
tend to be devoted. The very fact of
such deception being attempted Mr..
Stoneham, ought to call forth the anger
Of any virtuous editor
ooh, it does, it does But then it
would be difficult matter to prove. If
some money We're gone, now
"My dear sir, the matter is already
proved and quite ripe for your energetic
handling of it. That's what the $50 are
for. This sum will secure for you to-
night, mind not tomorrow state
ment bristling with figures which the
board Of construction cannot deny. You
will! be able in stirring leading article
to express the horror you undoubtedly
| feel at the Justification of the figures,
and your stern delight in doing so will
probably not be mitigated by the fact
that no other paper in London will
have the news.
~ see,' said the editor, his eyes
glistening as the magnitude of the idea
began to appeal more strongly to his
imagination "Who makes out this
statement, and how are we to know that
it is absolutely correct2"
"Well there is a point on which l
wish to inform you before going any
further. 1t is not absolutely correct
Two or three errors have been purposely
put in, the object being to throw in
vestigators off the track if they try to
discover who gave the news to the
press for the man who will sell me this
document is clerk in the office of the
board of public construction. So, you
see, you are getting the facts from the
inside.
"Well, the traitor seems to be cover
ing up his tracks rather etfectually
How did you come to know him ?"
81 don't know him. I've never met
him in my life, but it came to my
knowledge that one of the morning pa
pers had already made all its plans for
getting this information. The clerk was
to get $50 for the document, but the
editor and he are at present negotiat
ing, because the editor insists upon alb
solute accuracy, while as l said, the
man wishes to protect himself cover
his tracks, as you say
Good graciousl' cried Stoneham,
II didn' think the editor of any morn
ing paper in London was so particular
about the accuracy of what he printed. "
The shrewd and energetic dealer in
coins whose little office stood at the
exit from Charing Cross station proved
quite willing to oblige the editor of The
Evening Graphite with 80 sovereigns
in exchange for the bit of paper, and
the editor. handing to Miss Jennie the
envelope containing the gold, SAW her
drive off for Brixton (where, at u Ru-
pert square, the directory had told her
Mr.. Hazel lived), while he turned, not
to resume his game of dcminos at the
cafe, but to his office, to write the lead
er, which would express in good set
terms the horror he felt at the action of
the board of public construction.
1t was a little past o'clock when
two stored building in Rupert square
numbered II. She knocked at the door,
and it was speedily opened by man
with some trace of anxiety on his cloud
ed face, who proved to be Hazel him
SELF tho clerk at the board of public
construction.
"You are Mr.. Hazel9' che ventured
On entering.
Eyes, replied the man, quite evil
IDENTIFY surprised at seeing a lady instead
of the man he was expecting at that
hour, but l am afraid will have to
ask you to excuse me- | am waiting
for visitor who is few minutes late
and who may be here ut any moment.
"You are waiting for Mr. Alder, are
you not2''
eyes, stammered the man, his ex
preston of surprise giving place to one
Of CONSERVATION.
"Oh, well. that Is all right, said
Miss Jennie reassuringly Il have just
driven from the office Of The Daily
Bugle Mr. Alder cannot come tpuiyht