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have him, said Cronkite simply the
next morning as soon as he was alone with
Labar in the capitalist's private office.
There was but the merest shade OF in
terest in the impassive face. raised in
quiringly. but the immaculate and shapeiy
hand resting on the desk trembled slightly
and then, as II realizing it's lack of control,
picked up pencil and scratched idly on
the letter pad.
@Yes," continued the detective, Il have
Graydon sure. He is made up like a
Russian immigrant and has a room in a
lodging house for that sort over on the
East Side. Doubtless he plans to escape
over seas; be deported, perhaps, as unde-
sirable. He certainly looks it,
"That will be & matter Of time, the
time We need.' replied Labar. Il will 60
with you directly. Where did you say
the house is?'
Il didn't say answered Cronkite,
rising TO adjust the window shade and
thus gaining a glance at Labar's unin-
telligible scravls, -but have a receipt
for the adjoining room. See-it is No. So
Waldron street, room 49,
Labar gave one or two more dabs at
the sheet before him in the same absent
way.
"TlI go at once. as soon as have my
desk right and tight he said. we men
OF big affairs can't afford to take any
chances with any one."
He drew down the top and locked II in
front and on both sides with the key on,
his watch guard.
aTf GraudOu IaO ahonta mn ha aIJ1I
my executor will have to open that with
an axe even having this key"
Cronkite did not reply. His keen mind
was busy digging out the hidden purpose
of these words from the effect intended by
them, for hidden purpose he believed
actuated Labar's every move.
As the two passed out into the general
room young woman sitting
at stenographer' desk and apparently
with her notes ventured one
glance under her long lashes at Labar so
intense as to remind Cronkite of the re-
sponse Of a soldier to call for forlorn
hope. He Immediately stepped to her
side and asked for a match. As she
acccded he. too, shot swift
glance at the unintelligible scrawls in her
note book. and then he knew what he had
suspected.
"A good girl. Miss Delsne," said Labar
suavely as they proceeded. +but too i'm
pufsive and emotional. | fear. She was
Of my dear wife 3, whom she fairly
adored, and since the murder has not been
herself Actually believe il she knew
what we know she would anticipate us
in our campaign against that villain and
be at his throat with her pretty hands,"
And again Cronkite's keen mind sought
from the enect intended the hidden pur-
pose, and by 80 doing gave corroboration
TO what he had already found
deliberate, far seeing man. MIR. Labar,
who seemed determined TO provide against
every contingency.
here's point he said suddenly,
pdusing ~ tat ,estibule. shouldn't 4
disguise myself with rougher clothes, a
slouch hat and ell that sort OF thing?
doubtless Graydon has never seen you
think you said AZ muoh--but one glimpse
ot Inc and he would be on
"oh, was just going to suggest that
should provide change Tor YOU
rephed Cronkite. realizing that the wav
10 understand a move was TO follow II
10 the enc.
always 60 IN light marching order,-
said Mr. I,abar in the rear room OF the
slop shop TO which Cronkite had conducted
him. "A handkerchief, a fat pock etbook, !
a penknife, trihe OF change can
zee Tor yourself that strips my rockets
and never carry more. ] hate clothes |
Ihat bulge, don't you? In jiffy, now,
And In jifIy. between Labar's dis
appearance behind the curtain and his |