New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1912-09-29
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the quick exercise u i-'
readily. -, 81 had co much
time at my disposal that tailed 70 ilI Is ,T~
it was passing, and fouhd iliySI t;oi -, 10
hurried when | went 70 Ouy q .iO 49,
YOU smoke? VIII you JON me III a toI;na the
o-offor red case. Then he glanced at the Dig
man with pleasant smile ! gu a w., vii viii
like nervous subject he Salq' LOU mIi,
not be alarmed, ! hope, II elIec a,9 ao.,e
marked changes in my PeiSoi''i 'PPN
anCc?' r,:.L 1oror,aoo
oo,,Id boCte astonishcd Steingall 50 greatly,
as those simple words IL certainly tiI oron+
no effort TO simulate the wonder tIiaU cicP.
into his voice. "By all means, ne Said'
though hardly understand ,.o ,.or,
"Oh, III soon show you. l nlse To, 81
these bcastly things all day. ana an '''' u
! them" ,,-....,,,
took off the close-fitting wig. Then he tired
to remove the mustaches; but they WcIG
stuck 70 his upper liz, and could not be shed
so cxpcditiously. He laughed at the blank
amazcmcnt depicted in SteingallS 1ace'
! though he was far from compromising l'S
true explanation.
The fellow who made me up gave me
some composition to rub into this con-
founded encumbrancc," he said. 81 think l
shall have a wash. You will meet quite a
different person when | emerge Il not
light M until am myself again. And with
that he took the parcel and vanished
wIELLm muttercd Stcingall, blowing
w rings Of smoke as was his way when
profoundly stirred, 81 have met some re-
! friqcrators in my time, and have seen some
strange things; but this beats any coid
storage PROPOSITION I've ever come across.
| Within five minutes WavcrtOn was back
IN his place. an alert, soldicrly-loOking man
whose carc-lincd brow and irOn-gray hair
gave him an appearance Of more years than
! tbc fhirty-thrcc with which he was credited
in the police record. He had washed the
color of his face. and was now wearing his
ordinary coat and straw hat. Obviously,
the parcel had changed contents
! But during that short respite Steingall had
been thinking furiously: and if CLANCY was
! a Tallevrqnd in divining other mems mo-
tives. Stcingall was a Bismarck in unmask-
ing them. As Waverton was lighting the
CIGAR the detective brought out his Cardcase.
at will put matters on the square If tell
YOU who am, he said. viii YOU look at
this card?'
Wavcrton did look He looked long and
earnestly; but Stcingall could not see any
sign of disturbance in his face. Not an eye
| I'D duivcrcd; though a man who had Just
| shed disguise under such peculiar con-
ditions might well feel Disconnected when ne
found himself in the presence Of the chief OF
the New York Detective Bureau. But
Wavcrton pulled steadily AZ the cigar, and
there was a CLINT Of humor in the eyes he
raised a, last 70 StcingallS
"You carry an excellent brand OF cigars.
he said. viii YOU tell me where YOU get
them, and | will jot down the address on
your card
~Allow me TO write it for YOU, said Stein
gall with equal nonchalance, and, after
Scribbling the name Of a firm beneath his
own, he wrote on the upper space. 10 IN
troiuce Mr.. Claude G.. Waverton.
Il fancy YOU will be able to read this
scrawl." he went on; though writing in a
train is an art do not excel in.
The other took the card again. 1T IS
quite legiblc," he said. after a slight pause.
Il am very much obliged to YOU. | shall
order some Of these cigars tomorrow.
/ S.cingall felt as a master at arms might
7 feel when his dcadlicst stroke had been deity
turned aside by strangers rapicr. IL al-
most sighed in his disappointment, because