Evening star., 1912-11-15
Little spitfire, I'll tame you yet
ss'Try IL - she said

IL,
The chauffeur rose quietly and went to
shelf, where he took down a box or
paper.
Just to show you how easy it is he
continued, returning to the girl I take
this sheet of paper-sO, and this pencil
so, and / write to Scotland Yard that
Jenny Regan. who was mixed up in the
bishops purse affair, is not an American
lady. the way they thought, but an Amerl-
can pickpocket well known at police head
quarters in New York CITY,.
It's lie.'
You must be pretty well known for
me to have heard of you. Then / tell EN-
this dangerous crook is hiding in lpplng-
ford under the name of Hester Storm
How about it? Think that will help your
game any?"
'.You-you wouldn't do that?' trembled
the girl
Il Wouldn't" He felt that her courage
was breaking down and he pushed his
advantage. Let me tell you this. little
one. that letter will be written and sent
today if you don't come off your naughty
perch. Now, them?
She saw herself beaten: this man was
relentless, he would stop at nothing, and
she must make the best terms she could.
How do know you'll-play fair?' she
hesitated. There's a reward offered for
information about that purse and"
"A reward of a hundred pounds! What's S
hundred pounds with five thousand to
divide? Do you take me for a fOol?'
| NO"
"Welle'
Hester, was accustomed to quick deci-
sions She had learned in q hard school
to judge men, and she knew this scoun-
drel was acting only in spirit of greed.
There was no danger of his betraying
her.
''All right" she yielded, in low tone.
It'll come down.
Good girl,''
Il took the purse from the bishop, but
his nobs squealed before l could make my
getaway, and when the coppers came in
I was very near caught with the goods,
only"
"Only there was a lady i'm the carriage,
friend of the bishops. and-she had a
! golf bag with her, and-say boy, ! worked
a new stunt" Unconsciously Hester was
dropping back into the Tenderloin' ver-
nacular.
tache and his lips worked nervously
Say kid, you don't mean
She nodded slowly. 1T was all I could
do. They searched me, and if l hadn't
| dropped the leather into that golf bag
| He looked at her sharply.
| You're telling you hid this purse
in golf bag that belonged to another
! rarty?"
! / hadn't"
"Who was she-this lady?''
! Miss Thompson, Baxter's secretary"
| "What?"
| That's right That's why I'm here
| Now you know the whole thing
He stared at her in half suspicion.
! You young devil! Are you lying to
| me?" Then, suddenly, he remembered.
| mo. by Jimminy. you're not! You had
| her golf bag in your hands that day.
| Hester nodded. 'In two more minutes
I'd have had the purse out, If you'd left
me alone
'Then-then you saw the purse?" he
| questioned, eagerly. It's therein the
bag?'
| Hester nodded again. 1T was there.
| Five thousand pounds knocking around
| in golf bag! His small eyes burned
with covetous fire. "And she knows moth
| ing about it-this secretary?'
Nothing"
! Anton sat silent. running his fingers
/ back through his hair over the white lock
| I've got him worrying now" reflected
| the girl
"And-where is the golf bag-now?" he
+, asked.
Mrs. Baxter borrowed it and left it in
the clubhouse"
| You found that out?'
| Yes"
wherein the clubhouse?'
"In one of the lockers-Mrs. Baxter S
locker"
| 'I see" He was silent again. THAT
was four days agoT'
| Yes
| How many times has the bag been
used?" st.f#
| How do know" t1s - :
,,,id raaxsn.. we you watched it, Haven't you
"You make me tirn a! How could I