The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1910-04-17
TALES
TolvAehs.

Il vas ; o'clock one Saturday afternoon
when Timothy ThAcomb. customs broker
came into the jAnitor's room of the Aerial
Building. where Joel Faxon was de-
hberately busy over the duplicate keys.
the pAis. brushes and livery and the
abandoned furniture in las uharg-
Here's the devil Of note or.sd
Thacomb. a sh ght. bright eyed man.
with a di.Agr-eabls twist to hi. mouth.
nOr NJ frst self-eNplanatory. i sent my
stenograph-T. Miss Sooyill- over 60 the
Custom House three hours ago with sis.OO
in lawful money for duties and by Jove
shs Isn'; hack yet What's woFve I teIe-
phoned over just before Z and she hadn I
been there AZ all.
Now IL - too late Old Lode. my
client. will be furious when he doesn't
ct those paintings the first thing in the
morning. Bu. hang it all. what difference
dos anything else makep Where's the
Girll Where's my money! That's what
want 20 know quick
jules a good girl reflected FaNOn
slowly. I haven't watched her for years
not 10 know that. Shs may have been
hurtsd or killed. poor thing
what do you mean by THAR" de-
manded Thscomb with . twist OF his
hps which showed his sharp. Irregular
pointed teeth. the source u his sinister
expression.
what would mean. sor. EXCEPT that
mebbs shs vas knocked down by one Of
thin dom trIlcksp sure. tho clanR Of
the Ambulance II never out Of the nearby
air
That may bs go agreed Thacomb
rnors calmly 1T would be reported at
Headauarters. wouldn't IL. Well. I shall
wait no longer. IN call up the chief Of
cstsctives at once. II h doesn't know
whore she is then il In hin place TO find
out.
That reminds me. Faxon. why I came
down here. have an important. an i'm
perAtive engAgement uptown at O. You'Il
b here all the evening. won't your Well
thsn. take any ms~saGes that may come
for me. and II they want 20 see me say
that III b back &C my Once by o.
Your kennel. rather. With thin dog
test' OS yours muttered the janitor.
looking after ThAcOmb with decided dis
favor. Nov what divvle's brew are you
stirring up I've never he'd no uss for
out old scovills wuss than q aaltad mine
and uint him broken hearted N has crave.
It's q great credit you tub to yourself
and got Tor giving his only darter. julie. q
Job, hut I'm thinking that there was
something blacker than rsmorss at the
back of e. Why ilas did you anarI 40
ss,s.dlnt ~ hsi ! "aid that the poor Eiri
Hesslepn was Faxon under ths Road Of
hts appTehsnsioDs: ssriding up and down
the room in vain attempt at q definite
sIslusiOn. untii he finally psused. his great
hand On one % ths abandoned desks.
Its No uss.' ne mussd. Il wish. thot
do. old Peter Soovllle that yon were
hack again. A true gentleman, though
down On your luck and never knowing
hOW desyD you were sinking until your
head popped under. Noe until the very
last uiOrnsnt when you warned me % all
the satin gamea Thacomb had worried on
you did you drsam that the future
wouldn't be ~ bright for your Julie a. the
bgightesa dawn that liver breaks over fin
avsnus he the park A aad World: a.
empty Of hope for thin that needs u -
thia Old desk q you're
20 FaEOn unconsciosIsly SHOCK the deMls
@ounsthing ratified inside. He opened ";
10 e1amined drawer and paael nth .
CraftsSaan's care. A. length ~ sounding