The Winchester news. [volume] (Winchester, Ky.) 1908-19??, 1908-11-21


amid the crowd of brokers and specu
lators, | saw a tall, broad-shouldered
man of fifty or fifty-fye, his face
keen, shrewd and hard, broad at the
temples and tapering to a strong Jaw
a yellow-gray mustache and imperial
half-hiding and half-revealing tbs
firm lines of the mouth, with the
mark Of the wolf strong upon the
whole 1t was a face never to be for
gotten as long as / should hold mem
DRY at all. 1t was the face | had seen
twelve hours before in the lantern
fash in the dreadful alley, with tbs
cry of murder ringing in my ears
Then it was lighted by the fierce fires
of rage and hatred. and marked with
the chagrin Of bafFled plans. Now il
was cool, good-humored, alert for the
battle of the Exchange that had al
ready begun. But | knew it for the
same, and was near crying aloud that
here was a murderer.
/ clutched my nearest neighbor by
the arm, and demanded to know who
it was
"Doddridge Knapp" replied the
man civilly. Hes running the Chol
lar deal now, and il could only guess
which side he's on, I'd make a for
tune in the next few days. He's the
KING of Pine Street"
While l was looking at the King
of the Street and listening to my
ne1ghbor's tales Of his operations,
Doddridge Knapp's eyes met mine
TO my amazement there was a look
OF recognition in them. Yet he made
no sign, and in moment was gone.
This, then, was the enemy | was
to meet This was the explanation of
Detective Coogan's hint that l should
be safer in Jail than free on the
streets to face this mans hatred or
revenge.
l must have stood in a daze on the
busy street, for | was reused by some
one shaking my arm with vigor.
Come! are you asleep?" said the
man, speaking in my ear. Cant you
hear?"
Yes, yes" said l, rousing my at
tention.
THE chief wants you" His voice
was low, almost whisper.
THE chief? Who? Where?' / asked.
AT the City Hall?" | jumped to the
conclusion that it was, OF course, the
chief of police, on the scent of the
murder.
No. Of course not. In the second
Office, you know"
This was scarcely enlig.tening.
Doubtless, however, it was a summons
from my unknown employer.
III follow yOu," l said promptly.
81 don't think I'd better CO." said
the messenger obviously He didn t
say anything about it, and you know
he's rather"
We'll, order it." l cut in decisive
ly. Il may need you"
l certainly needed him at that mo-
ment if was to find my way.
go ahead few steps," / said.
My tone and manner impressed
him, and he went without another
word. / sauntered after him with as
careless an air as l could assume.
My heart was beating fast. | felt
that l was close to the mystery and
that the next half hour would deter
mine whether l was to take up Henry
Wilton's work or to find my way in
safety back to my own name and per-
son.
My unconscious guide led the way
along Montgomery Street into an Of
fee building, up flight of stairs, and
into back hallway.
Stay a moment" l said, as he had
his hand on the door knob. "On Sec
ond thoughts you can wait down
stairs"
He turned back, and as his foot
steps echoed down the stair 1 opened
the door and entered the Office.
AS / crossed the threshold my heart
gave a great bound, and / stopped
short. Before me sat Doddridge
Knapp, the King of the Street, the
man for whom above all others in
the world l felt loathing and fear.
Doddridge Knapp finished signing
his name to a paper on nic desk be-
fore he looked I'D.