The Greenville journal. [volume] (Greenville, Ohio) 1850-1918, 1911-02-16

here." he suddenly burst out. 1
never saw you before"
Nor l you," replied Orme.
Then how do / know that you are
Mr.. Orme? You may be the very chap
l was to keep out, far as know"
Sure enough, may be" said Orme
dryly, adding: But l am not. Now
CO."
The detective narrowed his eye
brows Not without Identification"
Ask the night clerk" exclaimed
Orme impatiently. Cant you see l
don't wish to be bothered any longer?"
He went over to the door and threw
it open.
Come" he continued. "Well, here
then"-as the detective did not move
there's my card. That ought to do
you"
He took a card from his pocket
case and offered it to the detective,
who, after scrutinizing it for a mo-
ment, let it fall to the floor.
"Oh, it's all right, 1 guess" he said.
But what shall l say to the chief?"
Simply say that l didn't need you
any longer"
The detective picked up his hat and
went.
Thank heaven!" exclaimed Orme
as he closed the door. But I wonder
why l didn't notice his hat 1t was
lying here in plain sight"
He went to the telephone and spoke
to the clerk. Did you let that detect
i've into my apartment" he asked.
why, yes, Mr.. Orme. He was one
of the regular force. and he said that
you wanted him here. l called up the
chiefs office, and the order was cor
roborated l meant to tell you when
you came in, but you passed the desk
just while was down eating my sup
per- The elevator boy let you in,
didn't he?"
Yes. Never mind, it's all right.
Good night"
But when Orme examined his travel
ing bag he found that some one had
evidently made a search through 1t.
Nothing had been taken, but the or
derly arrangement of his effects had
been disturbed. His conclusion was
that Alcatrante had bribed the fellow
to go much farther than official zeal
demanded Doubtless the minister had
paid the detective to hunt for a
marked five-dollar bill and make a
copy of whatever was written on it
which would have been quite safe
were not caught at the task. A sub
tie man, Alcatrante; but no subtler
than the Japanese.
Dismissing the incident from his
mind, Orme again made ready to re-
turn to the all-night restaurant. He
paused at the door, however, to give
the situation final analysis. Maku
had lost something. After hunting
for it vainly he had gone to the city
directory for information which ap-
peared to satisfy him. Then what he
lost must have been an address. How
would he have been likely to lose it?
| Orme's fatigue was so great that he
repeated the question to himself sew
eral times without seeing any mean
ing in it. He forced his tired brain
! back to the first statement. Maku
! had lost something. Yes, he had lost
something. What was it he had lost?
Oh, yes, paper.
1t Jas futile. His brain refused to
work
! Maku had lost paper. A paper?
"Ah!" Orme was awake now.
How stupid" he exclaimed.
For he had entirely forgotten the
paper which he had taken from the
pocket of the unconscious Maku, there
on the campus! He had thrust it
into his pocket without looking at it,
and in the excitement of his later ad.
ventures it had passed utterly from
his memory.
Another moment and he had the
paper in his hand. His fingers shook
as he unfolded it, and he felt angry at
his weakness. Yes, there 1t was-the
address-written in an Uniformed hand
If he had only thought of the paper
before, he would have been saved a
deal of trouble-would have had more
sleep. He read it over several times
Three forty-one North Parker street.
so that he would remember it if the
paper should be lost.
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