The Tacoma times. [volume] (Tacoma, Wash.) 1903-1949, 1912-03-21

|
sitting at desk.
'Mr. Dorr?" he asked.
YES" replied the fat younl
man nervously, but IL you are |
reporter, l must"
II am not" interrupted the 9th
er. Il am an expert on advertis
Ing, and--I want that one thous
and dollars reward"
The chemist pushed his chail
back and rubbed his forehead.
You mean you have-have
fond out something?"
Not yet. But | intend to-"
Dorr stared at him in silence.
you are very fond of dogs, Mr.
Dorr "
"Eh? Oh, yes. Yes, certain.
ly." said the other mechanically.
Average Jones shot sudden
glance of surprise at him, then
looked dreamily at his own fling
er-nails.
81 can sympathize with you.
have exhibited for some years
Your dog was perhaps a green
ribboner?"
"Eh-oh-yes; I believe So"
"Ah! Several of mine have
been. One In particular, took
medal after medal; a beautiful
glossy brown bulldog, with LONG
silky ears, and the slender splay.
ed-out legs that are so highly priz'
ed but so seldom seen nowadays
His tail, too had the truly viii.
.n h,. lt To-, h.
was famous courser."
Mr.. Dorr looked puzzled. 81
didn't know they used that kind
of dog for coursing," he said
Vaguely.
Average Jones smiled with al.
most affectionate admiration al
the crease along the knee of his
carefully pressed trousers. His
tone, when next he spoke, was
Any of his intimates would have
recognized in it, however, the
characteristic evidence that his
mind was ranging swift and far tC
a conclusion.
"Mr. Dorr," he drawled, who
er--owned your-er-dog
why, IL did" said the
startled chemist.
who gave him to your"
| "A friend"
"Quite SO. Was 1t that-er-
friend Offered the re
ward?"
What makes you think thatT
This, to be frank. A man who
doesn't know bulldog from 6
, bed-spring isn't likely to be offer.
ing a thousand dollars to avenge
the death of one. And the min
lutte you answered my question az
to whether you cared for dogs,
, knew you didn't. When you fell
I for a green ribbon, and a splay-leg.
| ged, curly-tailed medal-winner In
the brindle bull class (there's nc
such class. by the Way, l knew
you were bluffing. MIR. Dorr, who
--er-has Notwithstanding
your life?"
The chemist swung around in
his chair.
what do you know" he de
manded.
Nothing. I'm guessing. It's 6
fair guess that reasonable valu
able brindle bull isn't presented to
a man who cares nothing for dogs
without some reason. The most
likely reason is protection. Is 1t in
your case?"
Eyes, IL is replied the other
after some hesitation.
And now the protection is gone
Don't you think you'd better lei
me in on this?"
LET me speak to my-my legaI
adviser first" He called up a
downtown number on the tele.
phone and asked to be connected
with Judge Elverson. II may have
to ask you to leave the office for q
moment" he said to his caller.
every well. But If that is Unit
| ed States District Attorney Roger
Elverson, tell him that 1t is A. "
r. Jones who wants to know, and
remind him of the missing letter
opium advertisement"
Almost Immediately Average
Jones was called back from the
hallway, whether he had gone.
Elverson says to tell you the
whole thing" said the chemist
lin confidence, of course"
Understood. Now, who Is It
that wants to get rid of your"
1.-The Paragon Pressed Meat
Company"
Average Jones became vitality
concerned in removing an infini-
tesimal speck from his left cuff.
"Ah, he commented, 1.-The Canned
Meat Trust. What have you been
doing to them?"
sold them a preparation of my
invention for deodorizing certain
by-products used for manufacture
ing purposes. Several months
ago l found they were using 1t on
canned meats that had gone bad,
and then selling the stuff"
Would the meat so treated be
poisonous?"
"Well-dangerous to anyone
eating 1t habitually. wrote,
warning them that they must
STOP"
"Did they reply?"
"a man came to see me and
told me / was mistaken. He hint
ed that if thought my invention
was worth more than I'd received,