Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1911-03-12

plished man, who. by some sort or a
hocus-pocus Of which I have forgotten
Englishman of his 1900 metallic men,
The Englishman had been told to wall
until the affable stranger came PACK.
or some such sardonic little jokinsh thing
three or four hours, or some such mat
ter. the Englishman had suddenly
awakened to the fact that he "had beer
had" and then somebody in the broker S
office told him that it wouldn't be sucf
a bad thing If he would annex CAB ano
run up to see Byrnes about 1t.
The inspector listened with his well
known sad, patient little smile while the
Englishman roared and walled about the
outrage that had been practfced upon
him.
Don't take 1t to heart so much beg
Of YOU" Byrnes said to the sorrowfu
Britisher. and then he took his phone
off the hook and called up a number
That you. KID" 1 heard Byrnes say
into his transmitter "Uh-huh. We'll
drop down and see me. Yes NOW
Right away. Take q cab Be here IN
about ten minutes, eh?"
Then he hung up the receiver Strove
to talk about other and less mournful
matters with the sad-souled Engiishmal
for short time; until we'll within fifteen
minutes the door opened and remark.
ably we'll groomed and handsome man OF
forty or so, with craving hair a keen,
frank eye and a general air of polished
cosmopolitanism, strolled into the room
The newcomer nodded agreeably to
Byrnes.
Morning, chief he said. Whats
wanted?'
Morning, Kid" said Byrnes. And
Byrnes went right on with the work on
his desk. He didn't tell the man whom
he had called kid what was wanted.
He preferred to have Mr. Kid attend
to all of that
Presently the newcomer. who, since his
entrance, had been viewed by the Eng
lishman out of staring eyes, turned to the
latter and nodded pleasantly. 1t was
only then that the Englishman regained
the power OF speech and began to rant.
'Sh-sh!' said Byrnes.
The man called "Kid'' reached into the
breast pocket of his getaway coat, pulled
out large, plethoric wallet, and laid it
on Byrnes' desk, at the same time grin
ming sheepishly.
An right, Kid said Byrnes. Err
you're going out to Chicago for year
or so. You like Chicago better than you
do New York anyhow, don't you? Ye-eh !?
You like Chicago. You're going to start
this afternoon. Better take that 4 clock
train over the Central
Tie man nodded his assent. bowed to
the Englishman, and strOlled out, flick
ing his cane quite unconcernedly.
Byrnes picked up the wallet and hand
ed it to the Englishman
See if your stuff is all there" he said.
The Englishman, with many Bless
me-" and pom me waird. went
through his wallet and found that moth
ing in it had been removed. He went
out of Byrnes office in An obvious daZe.
SO shorn of the power of speech that he
scarce could muster words to thank the
police officer who had got back his bank
roll in such seemingly miraculous way
within "a few hours of its loss.
The man who had taken the roll, as
Byrnes knew from the nature of the
work. was the famous confidence man.
Kid Miller, since dead. Miller went
to Chicago that very afternoon, on the
very train that Byrnes had indicated
for him. just nice Is anything you
ever saw And he did not come back
to New York until after Byrnes had
passed out of the police department to
private life.
CLARENCE l.. CULLEN.