The labor world. [volume] (Duluth, Minn.) 1896-current, 1911-03-18
'aThink it we'll over, JEFF. Don
By CHARLES KLEIN.

Nasty.
A few minutes later Jefferson left
the house.
The door opened and Mr.. Bagley en-
tered, followed by tall, powerfully
built man, whose robust physique and
cheap looking clothes contrasted
strangely with the delicate ultrafash-
ionably attired English secretary.
'Take a seat, sergeant" said Mr..
Ryder cordially, motloning his visitor
to a chair. The man sat down ginger
~ on one Of the rich leather upholster-
ed chairs. His manner was nervous
and awkward, as if intimidated in the
presence Of the flnancier.
'Are the national committee still
waiting?" demanded Mr.. Ryder.
Eyes, sir" replied the secretary.
'r'M see them in a few minutes.
Leave me with Sergeant Ellison"
Mr.. Bag1ey bowed and retired.
Ryder, with his customary bluntness,
came right down to business.
'Well, what haye you been doing
about the book?" he demanded. "Have
you found the author Of The American
Octopus?'"
t'No, sir; 1 have not. confess Tn,
baf1ed. The secret has been well kept.
The publishers have shut up like a
clam. There's only one thing that I'm
pretty we'll sure Of"
''What's thatY' demanded Ryder, in
terested.
''That no such person as Shirley
Green exists.
"Oh," exclaimed the financier, "the,,
you think it is a mere nom de plume p
eyes, SIR
"And what do you think was the
reason for preserving the anonymity %
"Well, you see, sir, the book deals
with big subject. 1t gives some hard
knocks, and the author no doubt felt
little timid about launching it under
his or her real name. At least that's
my theory, sir"
''And a good one, no doubt" said Mr.
me all the more anxious to find out
who it is. would willingly give this
moment a check for $1,000 to know
who wrote it. Whoever it is, knows
me as we'll as l know myself. We
much find the author
The sleuth was silent for moment
Then he said:
'There might be one way to reach
the author, but it will be successful
only in the event Of her being willing
to be known and come out into the
open. Suppose you write to her II
care Of the publishers. They would
certainly forward the letter to wher
ever she may be. If she does not
want you to know who she is, she
will ignore your letter and remain II
the background. If, on the contrary
she has no fear Of you and is willing
ter
"Ah, I never thought of thatv' ex
claimed Ryder. "1t's good idea. II
write such letter at once. It shall
go tonight"
He unlocked the telephone and asked
Mr.. Bagley to come up. A few second.
later the secretary entered the room.
"Bagley," said MI. Ryder, II wan
you to write a letter for me to Mis-:
Shirley Green, author of that bool
The American Octopus We will ad
dress it care of her publishers, Little
ton & Co. Just say that if convenien
1 should like personal interview wifi
her at my Office, sc Broadway, in rela
ton to her book, The American Octo
pus.' See that it is mailed tonight
That's ALL
Mr.. Bagley bowed and retired. Mr.
Ryder turned to the secret service
agent.
There, that's settled. We'll see how
1t works. And now, sergeant, I hav,
another job for you, and if you arr
faithful to my interests you will no
find me unappreciative. Do you know
a little place on Long Island calico
Massapequa?'
EYES," grinned the detective, Il know
1t. They've got some fine specimens Of
'skeeters' there
Paying no attention to this jocular
1ty, Mr.. Ryder continued:
Judge Rossnore IS living there
pending the outcome of his case in the
senate. His daughter has just arrived