The Calumet news. [volume] (Calumet, Mich.) 1907-1938, 1911-02-03

square green book with the legend
"Scrap Booll"N in fancy green letters
on its cover.
He placed the volume inca drawer at
the right Of his desk and.on top of IL
laid several other books taken from
another DRIVER. He slammed the
drawer shut, Strengthened himself and
walked across the Office 10 the table
on which was laid the tray Of gold.
silver and greenbacks.
I'm going 10 beat you. Mr.. Doyle"
he said fiercely, half aloud. I'm go
ing ITO beat you. and I'm going TO
malIe\you like H."
He seated himself before the tray
and began counting the money as the
door opened 10 admit Mr.. Lane, fol
lowed by Detective Doyle.
Valentine looked up.
"Mr. Randall" began Roses father,
"this is Mr.. Doyle, a detective. who
has been asking me some questions
about you that / feel you can better
answer"
'Indeed?" looking at Doyle what
is the nameT'' Valentine asked inno-
Gently.
His attitude,made doyle. snort with
anger.
Doyle" the detective Grunted i'm
patiently. staring att the man he had
known as No. 1899.
Valentine rose andlshook hands with
Doyle. "Glad to know you, Mr..
Doyle"
He seated Ahimself before the tray.
"well, what Ncan do for you?" he
asked.
The detectives mouth gaped open.
He glared atNthe smoothly speaking.
indifferently acting ex-convict before
him. then at theN trayscontaining thou
sands of dollars in bills and coin.
Valentine went on counting the money
as unconcernedly as though playing
game of jackstraws twith Bobby or
Kitty
"What can you dof" exploded Doyle.
"You can do nine years. for
"You will excuse me-" interrupted
Mr.. Lane, stepping toward the door.
81 have no interest in the converse
ton, am sure. And. Mr.. Doyle" he
said pointedly to the bewildered de-
tective. II want you to thoroughly un-
dcrstand that l have every confidence
I'm Mr.. Randall. as also have all the
other directors" The door closed be-
hind him and Valentine was alone
with George Doyle.
"Well, I'll be blowedr calculated
Doyle, turning again TO the assistant
cashier. You're in pretty sweet here,
aren't your pointing to the tray. II
really didn't expect tosfind you here in
the daytime"
why" perplexedly.
ooh, thought you'di duck when you
got my WIRE"
"Wire? Oh, did you, send that tele-
gram%
Eyes. Jimmy"
Jimmy? What's thehdea? I don't
follow YOU
"Oh. you don't know. eh?" angrily
"Got the old boy-Lane-stalling for
you, and you're going pretty strong,
eh 2"
Exactly what do you,mean?" asked
Valentine Indignantly, rising as he
spoke.
"Come on. Jimmy, not with me.
Sorry to tear you away from so soft a
place. but the state of Massachusetts
wants you"
"From the occasional words of intel
ligible English you speak from time
| TO time" retorted Valentine easily. 1T
gather that you imagine / am a per
son named Jimmy" His words were
accompanied by the most aggravating
OF smiles
The now thoroughly irate detective
bent toward the assistant cashier and
peered intently at him.
Imagine-imagine! Well, isn't II
funny that I should imagine your
name to be jimmy
at is, indeed" suavely. "As a mat
ter of curiosity, might l ask Jimmy's
other name?'
'Tll give you Just one guess" point
edly.
That's exceedingly kind Of you. but
this same experience having happened
before will likely guess It." He set
tied back comfortably in his chair.
"Well. what do you think of thatY'
Doyle found it difficult TO control his
temper.
"Well, what is the other Manner"
Valentine responded with the utmost
GOODNESS:
you mistake me for a Mr.. valen-
tine"
Jimmy Valentine, the very name.
and you are Jimmy Valentine. and I
want you" snarled the detective.
Now, is II come along or requisitionT
"Oh. I'm TO be arrested for this jim
my Valentine, am L? The last time 1
was mistaken for him was only en-
barrassed by having n tough on the
street In Chicago claim my acquaint-
ance. You are really amusing, Mr..
Doyle" The assistant cashier chuc-
killed. softly.
80 that's your game, ehT'
"No game that can see"
81 suppose you are going 20 deny
that Bill Avery called on you today?"
| DOYLE watched the other intently TO