Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1909-09-28

| Maitland woke up. whats thatF ne
questioned sharply. You left me where
| ten minutes"
st Luke buildin', corner Broadway
| an"
II know it," excited, but
'-'avin' took yer there with the
young lady"
| Young LADY,
that come outer the ouse with
yer, sir"
1.-The devilv Maitland hesitated no
| longer; his foot was on the step as he
| spoke. Drive me there at once, and
| drive for all you're WORTH he cried.
| If there's an ounce of speed in that
plug of your and you don't get it out"
Never fear, sir! Well make it i'm five
| minutesn'
''It'll be worth your while"
Right"
| Maitland dropped into his seat, dumb
/ founded. Good Lord!" he whispered;
and then savagely: I'm the power of that
! Infamous scoundrel-!" And felt of the
| revolver in his pocket.
The cab had been headed north; the
| st. Luke rears it's massive bulk south of
! Twenty third street. The driver expertly
| swung his vehicle almost on dead CEN
| ter. simultaneously it careened with tine
| impact of a heavy bulk landing upon the
| step and falling in heap on the deck.
MY word, what's that?" came from
| aloft. Maitland was altogether too star
! tied to speak.
! The heap sat up. resolving itself into
the semblance of man; who spoke in
| decisive tones:
IF yeh're goin' there, I'm goin' with
/ yeh, r yer don't go-see?'
THE sleuth!' gasped Maitland, as.
| founded.
"Ah, cut that, can't yeh?" Hickey
got on all tours, found his cigar, stuck
it in his mouth, and fell into place at
'Maitland's side.
Hickey, 1 mean. But how"
IF yeh're Maitland, nd Anisty's at
the st. Luke buiIdin, tell that fool up
there to drive!"
Maitland had no need to lift the trap;
the cabby had already done that
"All right" the young man called.
IT'S Detective Hickey. Drive on!'
The lash leaped out over the roof
| cr-rack!-and the horse. presumably
| convinced that no speed other than {
dead-run would ever again be demanded
of it, tore Practically down the avenue,
the hanson rocking like a topsail
schooner in a heavy gale.
Maitland and the detective were bat
tered again the side and back of the
vehicle and slammed against one an
other with painful regularity. Under
such circumstances speech was difficult;
yet they managed to exchange a few
sentences.
"Yeh gottuh gun?'
Jus as we'll I'm along, 1 RHess."
"znisty's-two good cartridges"
And again: How'd yeh s'pose Anisty
got this cab?"
II don't know-must We been in the
house, told cabby to wait-Anisty
seems to have walked out right on your
heels"
HELP And a moment later: What's
this about a woman in the case?"
Maitland took swift thought on her
behalf.
TOO long to go into now" he parted
the query. You help me catch this
scoundrel Anisty and I'll put in a goot
word for you with the deputy commits
sioner"
"Ah, yeh help me nab him." grunted
the detective, Ind won't need no good
word with nobody"
The hanson swung into Broadway
going like a whirlwind; and picked up
an uniformed officer in front OF the
Flatiron building, who, shouting ana
using his locust stridently, sprlnted ar
ter then block further down another
fell into line: and he it was VINO panied
at the step an instant after the cab mad
lurched to a stop before the entrance 10
the st. Luke building.
Hickey had rolled out before the po-
liceman had a chance to buster.
'"Lo, Bergen" he greeted the man.
'sYeh know me-Tm Hickey central office
Yeh're ius' in time. AnistT's in this build
in'-'r was ten minutes ago. We want all
the help we en- get.
By way of reply the officer stopped ana
drumed a loud alarm on the sidewalk
with his night-stick.
Say" he painted, rising, you're won
der, Hickey-if you get him"
'Uh-huh," grunted the detective with
sidelong glance at Maitland. III
long"
The lobby of the building was quite
deserted as they entered, the night watch
man invisible, the night elevator on its
wav to the roof-as was discovered by
consultation of the indicator dial above
the gate. Hickey punched the night call
bell savagely.
ME nd" he said, jerking the free
thumb at Maitland, '"ll go up and hunt
him out. Begin at tn top floor an work
down. That's tn way, huh? MD 20
the policeman, ''yeh stay here an hold
IN ANYBODY, t tries tub leave tn buildin.
There amt no other entrance, s'pose,
what?'
basement door an ash lifts round tn
corner" responded the officer. But that
had ought tub be locked, night"
well, f anybody else comes along yeh
put him there, anyway, for luck.
What n helFs tn matter with this ele-
vator%
The detective settled pudgy index
finger on the push button and ELECTED
far, thin, shrill peal from the annuncia-
tor. But the Indicator arrow remained as
motionless as the car at the top of the
shaft Another summons gained no re-
Spouse, in likewise, and a third was also
disregarded.
Hickey stepped back, face black as
storm-cloud, summed up his opinion Of
the MANAGEMENT of the building in one
soul clustering phrase, produced his BAN
dana and used ii vigorously, uttered IL
bel on the ancestry of the night watch
man and the likes of him, and turned to
give profane welcome to the policeman
who had noticed the cab at 2Sd street and
who now painted in, blown and perspiring,
Much to his disgust he found himself as
signed to stand guard over the basement
exits. and waddled forth again into the
street.
Meanwhile the first officer to arrive
upon the scene was taking his turn at
agitating the button and shaking the
gates; and with no more profit of his
undertaking than Hickey. After min
ute or two of it he acknowledged de-
feat with an oath, and turned away to