The Washington times., 1906-04-22


lard chalk from the sleeve Of his
dress overeoat
You will again pardon me-" he
said, for disturbing you; but /
am sure Smith is in this apartn ent.
One of the bellboys saw him enter.
Mr. Subpoena-servers are guarding
all the doors in the hallway
Miss VsEeoUrt laughed lightly.
by all means search the rooms, II
you choose, she said, seating her
self at the piano, and dashing into
brilliant march by Wagner. But
please don't disturb Auntie. She
is cross when awakened except gent
Iy. I think the city is so fortunate
in securing the services of gentle
men of the old. aristOcratic families
for detective work"
NOnplussed by heT GOODNESS, Jack
Vance seated himself on a chair by
the folding bed, and began TO think.
Suddenly he held up his right
hand that he had been idly tapping
against the polished mahogany. He
rose and walked TO the light. Sew
eral drops of reddish liquid stained
the back of it. He raised ii 10 his
nose
Whisky" he exclaimed. slowly
bad whisky"
Then a cruel, significant light
flashed in his relentless eyes. Step
ping to the middle Of the floor he
drew a cleaning revolver from the
pocket Of his oYercoat.
Miss VancOUrt,'' - said he. in tones
as cold as steel-cold steel. u am
going to fire a bullet through your
folding bed viii put the cost Of
ii in my expense account against the
city and see that you are reim-
bursed-"
He raised the weapon, but the girl
sprang forward, with a shrek. and
caught his arm Seizing the han
dies, she drew open the bed and
Smith scrambled 10 his feet.
Forgot 1 had that pint flask in
my pocket, he grinned. Heard il
smash when the thing closed I'D.
Well, Mr. District Attorney, I guess
I'm your mutton Bul1y for you, ,
though, Miss Vaneourt. You're the
whole hog, and no mistake. Guess
I'm booked for the legislative grid
iron, all right"
Miss NancOurt drew the district
attorney aside and spoke TO him IN
low but impassioned tones.
Jack said she, we've been od
friends long time. I couldn't ma
~ you, for I'm not the girl to live
on the salary that you get. But yu
are a gentleman and a game spot.
j know I'm going 20 make you a
proposition III take the chancs
on this duck from Chicago havix
the goods. You can't make me h
lieve that man who has SID =.
poenas flying around him like te
paper snowstOTm in The Two e.
phans' hasn't got the wherewithI.
III take the risk.
Now, here's my proposition; n
play you a game of golf tomorrw
on the Ardsley links. If you vn,
III marry you; if you lose, you al
of your bloodhounds and give ne
and my beef man a fair start Ger
the ferry toward liberty and IT.
sey injustice Are you on?"
For a second Jack Vance hsi-
tated, and then he clasped Ass
Vancourt's hand and accepted he
wager Deep under the hard vensr-
ing of his district attorneys ,uI
he was a lover of the good Did
game on the green.
Little did the loungers abouthe
Ardsley links early the next mtn-
ing guess that the muffied fhre
reposing in the big, red autrar
near b. was Packingham Sith,
who was being sought blythe
wiiiest sIeuths in the city. Nor1iid
they dream that in the game of
golf between the beautiful andn-
souciant girl and the stern, sht tp-
eyed, cold, self-contained manin
the newest Scotch plaid going
suit the lifelong happiness of ech
was at stake.
When the game was over lss
Vancourt had won by 72-Ile
score of 29S-twelye strokes beer
than that of the district attorns
About sunset. two days later, he
red auto crawled slowly upon be
ferryboat, bound for Jersey Qy.
Packingham Smith and his bhe
were bound for the far-off Colin
West.
The mellow rays Of the dech-
ing sun flooded the wateTside of ie
great city, making of its tall but-
ings mysterious, rose colorl,
bronze. and aureate fairy palact;
of its broad river flowing streA
of molten silver; of its shippik