The Lynden tribune. [volume] (Lynden, Wash.) 1908-current, 1911-01-26

lee e." ba sa Aao" about Avery's re
to tf ne SAID. oh. Smith," turning
+ % as assistant, where's the listY,
On Your desk
., vi, yes. Avery here?"
~ ne waiting outside"
: Les have him."
oo. ~ tough old boy, this Avery. -
so'nNlelted Doyle, but he's nv one
D' 'Aance in trying to get the goods
) on Valentine, 'Ae soo''S
NJ ut secretary brought in Bill Avery
IS gray hair. ashen face and stoop
"S4re indicated that prison fare
""s not rejuvenating. although there
was strange sharpness in his eyes
-. ~ MS glance, that long career of fur
Nv "dteifulness had developed
lou re finally out, eh?' greeted the
p't5on master. you've done nine?"
Elsht Years ten months. sir"
4'eated pretty well. weren't you?'
avery gazed intently at Smith. then
ue replied to his questioner:
iou We never heard me complain
have you?"
NO. and it wouldn't have got you
much"
saw that the first day in"
wen, now what? Going to turn
square:' Handler sneered as he smoke
lae released convict looked the ward.
ell squarely in the eyes.
You know l am, SIR"
handler laughed uproariously.
/ know; they all say so. Oh, here's
al 90 friend of yours, Avery The
speaker pointed to Doyle.
don't remember him." reDlied the
ola man after a searching suspicious
inspection of the detective.
You don't remember mech. Bill?''
Doyle laughed.
Avery suddenly exclaimed:
got you now. You're Doyle-still
a copper"
still a copper. Bill"
1ou amt got anything on me to
hoid over me when l get out"
that's true, Bill. Anyway. this
Time I'm your friend" said the detec-
1--WE in earnest manner.
Avery threw his head back.
My friend"" he exclaimed in aston
ishment.
The warden could barely suppress a
grin.
Yes; | think l know where l can
get you a pretty good job" went on
Doyle engagingly.
Nobody wants me-" said Avery de-
spondently.
i think can arrange it,"
"A job in a laundry. eh?" snapped
the ex-prisoner. 1--WE been wash
woman here"
There are lots of jobs where you
don't have to know trade. Can't Bill
sit down. warden?"
Why, certainly" responded Han.
der
Avery, voicing his thanks, seated
at the warden's table.
Doyle came close to the old man.
There's one thing you want to do
Bill, above everything else-keep on,
|cf bad company" he warned.
Avery hesitated. He glanced from
the detective across to the warden.
I'm getting out of bad company to.
day." he replied briefly.
Doyle started forward.
Yes. and it's good thing you are
for you're getting away from Valen-
tine"
"Valentine?"
Yes" insisted Doyle. at doesn't
do you any good to know man like
that. l suppose you know he killed
Cotton so he wouldn't have to divide
the swag with him." The other shook
bis head decisively.
Il don't know anything about it,"
The detective now spoke sharply.
And what's he got against you
He sent out word that''-the question
er suddenly shifted-"what message
did he give you to take out Toto
Avery drew back involuntarily.
He didn't give me any message,
be cried out in positive tones.
Then both the officials noticed that
the ex-cOnvict's eyes slowly dropped
and became directed to the floor.
Il could do you good turn-if you
trailed along with me-" suggested the
detective.
The released criminal brushed aside
the invitation. He rose stlifiy from
his chair.
I'm on to you. Doyle. If you're t.
be my friend / know that I've got to
be stool pigeon. eh? Well. I'm old
and l don't know where I'm goin
when l leave here. But I'll take the
river out there" pointing over his
shoulder with his thumb. "for mine
before play that game. tell you
the old mans voice rose to an indig
nant pitch-"it's only fly guys like you
Doyle. that's too lazy or too ignorant
to do their work themselves that has
to have stool pigeons on your stan tt
do your work for you. Why, you
couldn't nab a twelve-year-old dip II
you didn't have some poor nerve bro
ken sucker Of stool to go out aheao
and make the job easy for you
Both Doyle and the warden. enraged
at the old man. lunged viciously al
him to wreak vengeance upon him FOL
his denunciation.
CHAPTER II.