Evening star., 1912-09-17

to your banana rookery or you'll miss
something. Better have a drink first.
though.
I'm go YOU it's tough work on tho
nerves. I'm all upset.
Il thought you never drank whisky
Norvin said, still amazed at the extra
ordinary transformation in his friend
Il don't. as rule: IL kippers my stom-
ach, but IL gives me the courage OF "A
lion
Donnely nodded with satisfaction.
Don't get picked. but keep your nerve.
Remember. I'm depending on you.
DreuX's slender form writhed and shud-
dered as he swallowed the liquor but hiS
eyes were shining when he rose to 90.
I'm glad I'm making good said he.
III anything happens TO me. keep Your
eye skinned for that felow-there's dirty
work afoot."
When he had gone Donnelly stuck his
| napkin into his mouth 10 still his laugh
ter. There's dirty work afoot." he
| beat that
"I-can't believe my senses why.
Bernie's actually getting tough. Who
is this fellow he's trailing
That? That's Joe Poggi. the owner
OF the fruit stand. He's my best dago
detective and sent him here tonight in
case anything blew of. The woman is
| his wife. lovely lady. too. 'Blackmail,'
this. I'll have to tell him he's being
shadowed. too. or he'll stop suddenly on
the street some day and Bernie will run
into him from behind and break his
nose"
Thursday night passed without Incl
dent. Donnelly set "a watch upon tho
| Red Wing Club. but nothing occurred to
| give the least color to the written warn
ing. In the course OF fortnight he had
| well nigh forgotten II. and when third
letter came he was less than ever in
clined to believe II genuine.
You forestalled the first attempt upon
| your life." wrote the informant. but
another will be made. You are 10 be
shot at police headquarters some night
| next week. Your desk stands just inside
window which opens upon the street.
A fight will occur at the corner nearby.
| and during the disturbance an assassin
will fire upon You out of the darkness.
then disappear I'm the confusion DO not
treat this warning lightly or I swear
| that you will repent it.
Donnelly showed this to Blake saying,
sourly. You see. it's just as ! told You.
They're trying to run me out.
What are you going to do?
I'm going to move my desk. Tor one
| thing. then I'm going to run down this
| writer. O'Connell is going through the
| stationery stores now trying to match
the waterrnark on the paper. The post
office is on the lookout for the next let
ter and will try to find which mail box
it is dropped into
Then you think there will he other
letters to follow this one?"
Certainly. When they see that Two
moved away from that window they'll
| think they've got me going, then I'll be
| warned Of another plot. and another. and
another. 1t might work with some peo-
ple.' The speakers lips curved i'm a
wintry smile.
You no longer think 1t came from one
of the Pallozzo gang?"
mo. There's nobody in the outfit who
can write letter like that. It's from
the Mafia.'
How can you say that when the same
| writer betrayed Narcone?"
"Oh, I've asked myself the same ques-
tion." Donnelly answered, with a trace
of evaporation, 'and l can't answer 1t
unless that was merely case of re-
| venge. Take it from me. I'll get an
other letter inside of ten days. See IL I
| don't"
True to his prediction. the tenth day
| brought another warning. The writer
| advised him that his enemies had changed
| their plans once more. but would strike
| when the first opportunity offered. As
to where or when this would occur, no
information was given. The chief was
merely urged in the strongest terms to
| remove himself beyond the possibility OF
danger.
(To be continued tomorrow)