The Daily Ardmoreite. [volume] (Ardmore, Okla.) 1893-current, 1910-11-01
ing between the sheets and losing
his troubles in slumber.

his troubles in slumber.
When he awoke, his friend was
standing over him, calling his name
an shaking him by the shoulders.
It's ten O'clock" said George Au-
gustus, and I've been sleu,hing
around on this business OF yours
ever since eight"
Broad day was shining in at the
Windows and Rufus sat mp in bed
and slowly confronted himself with
the run of events.
You ought to have been at the
store. Gus" he chldded, "or maybe
YOU was afraid to leave me at large,
not knowing what I'd get into next.
The store can wait on me today"
was the reply. I've made a few lis-
coyeries."
?"1hen heave EN- at me, muy prom
to. The quicker | know whether I'm
fugitive from justice, or merely
a double-crossed cowman with moth
ing on me at police headquarters,
the easier I'll feel in my mind"
First" said George Augustus,
seating himself comfortably Il went
on a hunt for the auburn-haired lady
and the blue room"
I'D you find 'em?'
Il found the blue room. but the
lady had vanished. She settled her
bin and novel out with her goods
and chattels about ten o'clock last
night. 1t was the house next door,
Rufus"
Then l don't get that address eff.
ter all fretted Rufus. What do
you reckon she left for
For fear of consequences She
packed very hurriedly and departed
in a hanson with a suitcase and
an alligator grip. She had Logged a
week in the house and had given
her name as Mary Carter She neg
lected to tell the landlady where her
mail was to be forwarded
Tell me about that" growled Ru.
fus She knew the lady that had
that photograph took, and now she's
gone and left. Right here IS where
Johnny Hardluck shakes hands with
me. What else have you run down,
Gus?"
There's no dealer in antiques by
the name of Langham in the direct
ory. The nearest collector has a
shop in Eighth avenue. I went over
there He had never heard of Lang.
ham, and he claimed to know every
antiquarian in the city,
Now, wouldn't that knock you
slab-sidel?" grieved Rufus.
Those fake policemen told Lang
ham to call at the Thirty-sixth stret
police station proceeded the other
'I went here, but Langham hadn't
called"
Rufus said things 10 himself.
1T wouldn't have done him any
good to call at the police station"
he observell but the old chap
wouldn't fave known that till he did
call. He acts just as though losing
a ten-thousand-dollar Peachblow Vase
was too small a matter to tmfle
with. How do you explain It, Gus?"
Il can't ! wish | could have found
the house where you met the Span
ish ambassador. but there's no clue
to take anyone there However, If
we're little patient, l believe the
stout gentleman, the ambassador or
Mary Carter will come looking for
YOU"
Draw a diagram, please, so can
rise to that"
Il have been to the nearest bank,
Rufus" explained George Augustus,
and have asked the cashiers opin-
ion of this bundle of bank notes"
He drew the bundle from his pock-
ct as he spoke, and laid it on the
edge of the bed
you were liable to get both of us
into trouble by doing that" exclaim-
ed Rufus.
Hardly. I've handled considerable
money myself and I had my own
ideas about those bills. They're not
Rufus; every one is
worth its face value in gold"
Rufus swayed over against the |
wall
But" he suffered, that fake 20.
liceman said the money was bogus.
and the man with him was the
Spanish ambassador an1 it was the
ambassador who gave me the money.
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