The daily telegram. [volume] (Clarksburg, W. Va.) 1901-1926, 1911-03-08
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y ts a great lidl Amt 1t funny how
a kid like that win get hold Of tough
old tramp like me?o
Nice child" commented Valentine.
He picked up the telegram and hand
ed it to Red.
/ "Red, read that,p he said duly, as
Though discouraged. s.
/ The other read in silence.
Doyle! Good heayepg' he exclalm5
Doyle said Valentine. at took
aim quite a while to uncover us.
didn't itY' s'.4
But he's finally done 1t-got your
name and everything"
Did you notice, it wasn't signedT
yes. Who do you suppose tipped
you?"
Doyle" was Valentines amazing
response.
"Doyle!" cried Red, starting aback.
The assistant cashier bent toward the
Waterman.
Doyle sent that, Red. Don't you
see he's not sure Of me? But IL / ran
away from the bank when that tele-
gram cane-out of town for the after
noon-he'd know>he had me-"
Never thought. I'd have ducked,"
commented Red. "And now he'll turn
me up too. Pm going" He fingered
bis hat neryo1sly.
YOU'RE not. He don't want you,
and If you stay where you belong he.
won't see you"
Red nodded his head decisiyely.
all stay closer to the bank than an
amlgrant to his tag. And you, jim
lmyY
Valentine smiled as the other lapsed
oaf in his excitement into using his old
name.
"'JimmyF Haw-nsturoLthat sounds,
Redp he said feminiscentiy.
Excuse u 4 meant AR. Ran
iall,' protes4aglly rs
mo; it's all right, only don't by
any chance use 1t before Doyle, be.
cause I'm going to salibi Doyle until
he'll think he's lost his eyesIght."
"Alibi?" repeated Red curiously.
I've heard o that before.'
"Alibi. that's 1t. Red" replied Val.
sntine. And he continued rapidly:
You haven't forgotten the one great.
est refuge of the crook, have you
our old friend the. alibI? Something
which proves you were not where you
were when something happened. 1
was never Jimmy Valentine, Red.
was never in Sing Sing. I've been
straight all my life and can prove 1t.
I've been waiting for Mr.. Doyle near
~ three years. and I've got him beat.
never did that job in Springfield,
Massachusetts. was never there in
my life. And If I'VE got to use the
crooks tools to beat it I'm justified.
I'm living straight and I'm going to,
and all the gods are with me, Red"
He took n scrapbook from a drawer
and opened it. Look at that. For
five years you will find clippings of
Lee Randall when he lived in st. Paul.
That man was my cousin. He went to
Alaska and never came back. MY
name is also Lee Randall, and defy
Doyle to prove he ever saw me-"
Valentine, out Of breath owing to
the long speech he had delivered at
top speed, leaned back and gazed tri.
umphantly at Flanagan. The latter
stared nmazedly at the assistant cash.
Ter. trying to guess us to whether or
not he was telling the truth. Well,
there was a scrapbook. That would
afford ready means Of proving Valen.
tines words. Red picked up the book
and swiftly skinned the pages. His
attention was held by one of the elm
pings. He read aloud:
st. Paul News, March 10. 19OG,-The
speaker Of the evening was Mr.. Lee
Randall. His subject waso-
"Look at that other one." interrupt
ed Valentine, pointing. "see how they
join up with the day l came here
And Avery has sent me something
that will make Mr.. DoyIe's eyes blink
like an owl"
Red laughed grimly. The telephone
bell rang.
"Averyl Did you say Avery: asked
Red.
YES" picking up, the receiver.
Then to the operator: Eyes, send AIr.
Gronin right in. There's a friend of
his here who wants to see him" BE
looked significantly across at Red.
Flanagan glanced around the room.
then at Valentine. SAY" he began,
'Tm the only one here in the room
except you, and / don't wa=s 20 see
any Mr.. Cronin' Don't know him.
Who is hep
'Mr. Cronin," responded Valentine,
sis the man who is going to save you
and me from going back to state pris-
no be continued.l