Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1911-10-26

Always best to act at once. Sure to
be all right. Don't wait for me-"
1t occurred to me as l started out
h a Doctor Reid did not have a very
high opinion of my ability. He was
one of those cocksure men who con-
fine their surenes mostly to their own
mental processes. Well, we should see,
and if l found myself right promised
Carucci a beating that would dampen
his black-hand imaginings for some
time to come.
My first move on leaving the house
was to call up New York from the tel
ephone booth at the inn. l was lucky
enough to find Maelean at the office of
his paper.
Say, Mac l asked him, what did
you make of that dago story?'
"Nothin'," Mac shifted. 'Nothin' at
all. The gum-shoes think he croaked
his old woman, an they're waitin' for
him to give himself or somebody else
away, you see? Then they'll grab him.
Course, l could have told 'em she was
alive; but then that might have
brought you people in. an besides
those fellows wouldn't come across for
me. Reeiprocity's my cry, an always
has been"
well do you know where 1 can find
u friend? l want to talk to him"
Sure. ! found him myself, but he
wouldn't scare for a darn. Said Tabor
had his wife all right, and not n of
you dared touch him. You'll find Mr..
Giuseppe workin' on the railroad, all
the livelong day-that new trolley en-
bankment we passed on the line. They
have a guinea camp back in the woods
a piece. Say, Laurie, course your
friends are all right, an it's none o
my business. but they smell fishy TO
me a mile off. If l was you I'd duck
out right now. There's some bigger in
this woodpile that we don't know any
thing about. you see"
Thanks. Mac" l said. Il know bet
ter than that, though. There's no trou-
BILE"
'"Well, I'm only tellin' you what l
think. That guinea put up a long howl
to me about the. old man that l
wouldn't use and didn't more'n. half
believe; ybut l want to see you about
it when you come in town, all the
same. Say, you amt sore, are you"
"All right, old man." said ]. and l
hung up the receiver.
Maclean's warning came too patiently
from his point of view on the sinister
| surface of the situation to give me the
slightest additional ~uneasiness, but it
made me all the more determined
to talk with Carucci n at
lease learn whatever he thought he
knew, even though he should prove in
nocent of Mrs. Tabor's disappearance.
l too the trolley to the nearest switch,
and walked the couple of hundred
yards between it and the new en-
bankment. Construction was in full
blast, and about seventy-five Italians
swarined over the work under the di-
rection of a lordly Irish foreman. l
| sauntered about the place with as much
idle curiosity as I could assume, stop
ping to watch little groups, going from
place to place, even making a second
round; but no Carucci was to be seen.
One or two of the men glanced at me
with what I imagined was a certain
sullen suspicion; but hat may haye
been purely imaginary. From the eIp-
bankment | cast about for the con
struction camp, h nearest wooded
spot that I could see was half a mic
or so across country, and ] made
toward this, skirting a little swamp or
So, and climbing an occasional fence,
AS l went along I made more and
more sure that I was right, for a trod-
den path developed, and felce-rails
were broken or left earelessly out of
place.
With the ugly huddle of t%in-roofed
huts in sight, l came upon Carucci; or
perhaps l should say that he came
upon me. He came running to meet
me down the pathway, with a sort of
rolling. dancing gait that would have
been very funny if l had not known
him.
ITO BE Continued Tomorrow