Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1907-02-03
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DOUBLE CROSS A CROOK

hundred thousand, or even two hundred
thousand tap, before it's all over
Ten or twenty thousand? What dye
want to let him take down such a hefty
wad as that for. just on the try-out? in
qured Mayhem, some anxious again.
I've told YOU that this is not going to be
sprint for the Bean Bag Stakes, replied
Glade. It's going to be over the full cup
route for the papers with the M marks in
the corners. If 1 drag him down a good
sized bet ten or twenty thousand, on the
first try-out. he'll want it all. Once he gets
the fin on the real money from the other
side of the counter he'll be interested. The
pony game Is new to him, and he wouldn't
believe that the real kale was slowed away
in a dinky and dingy plant like pool room
unless he got peek at nifty bunch of it,
After he warns up. I'll see that he puts on
the weight-lifter's vest and gets strong
Got your plant rugged up YETI inquired
the pool room man, the greed beginning to
stick out all over him again.
Nope, but I've got a room picked out
across the street. replied the wireless tap
per. You'd better peel me off couple of
hundred to fix up the phony room-my tools
are in hook
The First Touch.
THE pool room man skinned the two hun
dred from his roll and passed it over, and
then Glade knew that there was going to
be something transpiring.
"On the following morning Glade had the
fake instruments installed in the room
across the street and took Mayhem there
to look the dump over.
." TN bring my Tiny Tim around to your
place this afternoon said Glade, and he'll
have his check book along.
Say sail the pool room man then, bit
nervouSly. cant You get the tomcod to
make his bets in cash? He might get
squeaky and stop payment on checks.
No chance replied Glade in his Off
hand way. He's as safe as a cyclone eel
lar. Besides, like all the shines that have
just come into the large moneys, he's SO
stuck on his check book that he scrawls
checks when he stakes himself to bottle
of pop or a pack of cigarettes
And so Glade got the pool room man
lulled.
first race at Gravesend was due Eddie
Glade trickled into the pool room of Jim
Mayhem with the angel chappie. And he
was chappie right.
blue lamps and a white-and-pink band
around his straw lid. His makeup was of
the kind. according to Glade, that would
have made almost anybody feel like Civ
ing him a horrid slap on the elbow.
THE chapple seemed to be laboring I'M
der great mental excitement as he entered
the pool room with Glade. and he tugged
awfully hard at his wispy mustache. Glade
deposited him In rocking chair in a corner
of the pool room and then slid over to the
counter behind which the pool room propri-
etor was waiting for him.
It's a shame to do it. hey? said Glade
grinning and jerking his thumb in the direc-
ton OF the boy with the chappe rig
oh. he won't miss It., replied Mayhem,
easy In his mind about things by this time
Somebody I'D be taking it away from him
soon anyhow. and we might just as we'll
take the first PUNK from the taw-line'
Well. they'll be at the post in a minute
or So said Glade. and ri hike him over
to my phony room and go through the mo-
lions OF getting the Gravesend winner for
him ahead of time
Then Glade hustled over to the corner
and got the chappie out of the rocking
chair and hiked him over to the room
across the street where he had the phony
Ing Glade the saturnine wink as Glade went
out of the door with the gosling
The Trick Pulled Of.
when Glade knew that the result of the
hrst Gravesend race was about due he
slammed into the pool room with the chap
pie following on his heels. Glade slipped
over to the counter again, and again Nav
hew was waiting for him.
IT'S In whispered the pool room man
to Glade. and he named the even-money
fayorIte that had won the race.
Here's the Holsters check for fifteen
thousand said Glade, handing the pool
room man a duly made-out check for
$4,000 on a st. Louis national bank. L had
to let him make the check out over the
way to get away with II. 1 told him had
the winner. but that l couldn't hand 1t to
him until he gave me an evidence of good
faith and showed that he was game. Then
ne wrote the cneck- ne take the harpoon
after he drags down this try-out bet
The pool room man glanced at the check
only in a casual sort of way, for by this
time Glade had famed him into the belief
that they were scheduled to make the kill
ing of the decade out Of the angels bank
I wad Mayhem slipped the check into his
pocket. and then gave the operator the nod
to call on the race. the result Of which had
come In moment or so before and had
been delayed In the calling of at the pro.
prietor's command.
Eddie Glade was over In the corner with