Washington standard. [volume] (Olympia, Wash. Territory) 1860-1921, 1910-07-29

| hair and Il thick hanging up. cursed
loudly. Obviously This one of his as
! sailants possessed immense. unusual
strength.
LET me ut him. ye"' he cried in foul
| and fash tongue. when John Steele
suddenly called him by name. said
J something In that selfsame dialect Of
pick purses and their ilk. The ruffian
paused. remained stock still.
"How the Who the man began.
"Call OF your fellows" John Steelc's
voice seemed to thrill. II want to talk
with you. It'll be more worth your
while than any prisgins or basSing
you've ever yet done"
well. I'm blowedr" Suspicion
cleaned from the bloodshot eyes.
"And you want to talk with me?
Here's gamey cover
Il tell you must talk with you!
I've got a lay better than hooking you
for the dock. As for the others. they
can 60. for all Of me-"
"Oh. they can!' The big mans face
expressed varying feelings-vague
wonder. At the same time he began to
edge cautiously away. THAT would
be nice plant. wouldn't 1t? Let's out
Of this, blokies." suddenly. This cove
knows too much, and
wait" Steele stepped forward. II
want you. Tom Rogers, and I'm going
to have you. It'll be guilds in your
pocket and not Newgate."
"SlOpe for 1t, matesw The big mans
voice rang out. Around the corner in
the direction Of the Thames the burly
figure Of a policeman appeared in the
dim light. That's his little gamer
and turned.
But John Steele sprang savagely for
ward. You fool! You'll not get
away so easily!" he exclaimed when
one Of the others put out foot. 1t
tripped him. John Steele's head struck
the curb violently.
For some moments he lay still; then
he made out the face of a policeman
bending over him.
THAT was nasty fall you got, sir"
JOuu otccIe dTOSc,
swaying. THAT man must not es-
cape. Do you hear-must noty As
he spoke he made as II to rush for
ward. The other laid steadying fingers
on his arm.
Hold hard a bit. SIR" he said. mot
quite yourself. Besides. they're we'll
out Of sight now. No use running
after"
Steele moved. grasped the railing
leading up the front step. His brow
throbbed: a thousand darting pains
shot through his brain. But for the
moment these physical pangs were
as nothing. Disappointment. self re-
proach, moved him. To have allowed
himself to go down like that-to have
been caught by such a simple trick!
Clumsy clod! And at a moment
when
Pardon me, SIR" the officer said in a
brisker tone. "but hadn't we better
60 in? This, 1 take 1t, IS your house
You can look after yourself somewhat |
and afterward describe your assail-
ants: then we'll start out to find and |
arrest them, II possible"
Steele loosened his hold on the rail-
ing. He appeared now to have recov-
cred his strength. That's just what
l don't want you to do. My name Is
John Steele. You know of meT And
rs the other returned a respectful af-
6rmative, 1T Is my desire to escape |
any nOtoriety In this little matter. you
understands Something passed from
his hand to the policeman's.
Walking quickly up the steps. John
Steele opened the door. murmured a
perfunctOry Good night" and let him.
self in. But rs he mounted to his
chambers some of the moments ex.
ultatiOn that had seized him ut sight |
of the man revived.
"He has come back. He is herein |
London. l surely can lay hands on
him. I must! willy'
10 be Continued.