The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1912-03-29

the door. to put his head in again, a.
il in response to some last remark
from the figure at the desk, "I'n tell
him. Thanks awfully, IL you car
spare him. Thanks, old man. See
you tomorrow"
Out, he came, finally, shutting the
door, and addressed Password.
81 say, Mr.. Fowler says you'd be
good enough TO direct me to Adam
Street. as it's all in your way home.
He says there's nothing more for
you TO do here tonight"
With anyone less obviously a fool
the thing might not have worked. AS
ting away twenty minutes early
Very pleased, indeed, sir" said Peas.
wood. "I'll just put me desk straight
tidy up--get me at"
"I'm In the deuce of a hurry" re-
piled Luck, leaning against the inner
door while Password made the h&sty
preparations.
"You don't come back to lock up?"
he threw out feeler as they set out
together.
"Mr. Fowler does II, SIR" replied
Password. HE us'lly stays later'n
me-"
Then. to make assurance doubly
sure. Mr.. John Luck took little Peas
wood, solicitors clerk, and made him
gloriously drunk. He was as drunk
as some lords-a good deal drunken
than most lords.
Having done this in a kind. friend,
ly and condescending manner, Luck
taxi'd to the Ritz Napoleon and his
sister were in their sitting-room. He
gave the story hastily. but exactly,
and handed over the Gladstone. Ma
poleon counted the wash-leather bags,
nodding and listening without COM
ment; then:
Good, pdrtnerr' said he, holding
his left hand out to grip Luck's. And:
Bravo, pdrtnerr' said the Jose
phine girl, taking Lucl's other hand
between two as soft as rose leaves.
''Now," said Napoleon hastily, you
must get. Get as fast as you can get
Tomorrow morning therell be a cry
for the man who last saw Fowler
alive, and that clerk will have your
description pat. Catch the night boat,
and 60 across to Paris. Lie very dog
go. Ellen and I are coming over in
three weeks time. Meantime we stay
here"
He paused.
ANY questions now?"
Eyes," replied Luck "Iow did you
know Of the Cosmopolitans' plans? Y
What are your methods Of gaining in
formation2"
I'm this case" said Napoleon, lit
was simple. ! am Cosmopolitan"
What! Then"
He waved a hand. You're going
to say that I've cheated my own
brotherhood, using you as cats paw.
The answer to that is--four years
ago, the Brotherhood cheated me. ]
never forgive, John Luck, and I never
forget They owed me. They have
paid The bill is receipted. AS fsr
cats paw" he indicated HIS paralyzed
limbs. 'T want hands" said he. II
am but head. You go to Paris. Mean
while the society's safe Those two
dead men tell no tales"
"But your"
"I tell no tales either" replied Ma
poleon, smiling his enigmatic smile.
IL stay here and uplift my voice In
anger among the Cosmopolitans, be-
cause this widely organized scheme
has seemingly smashed. The iewelsl
The iewelsi Where are the jevels2
Get away, boy. When ! see
YOU IN Paris, we'll both be rich men,
Ellen, give him money, and send him
away"
Glancing at the pair, he wheeled
away into the next room, letting the
folding doors fall 10 after him. Lack
was left gazing at Ellen across the
table. She rose, and unlocking a
desk, produced banknotes, which she
counted and gave TO him.
Fifty" she said.
He still looked.
What, more?" she asked, smiling.
Ellen" said Johnnie Luck, fer
vently, "I worship you"
People DO" said Ellen. "T wish
they wouldn't"
and I want those little hands of
yours kept out Of all risks. Now your
brother and I are partners-
SILLY boy" said Ellen to Johnnie
Luck. GO TO Paris Wait for US.
Well adventure gloriously there.
Here's the fifty"
Besides the fifty pounds. she de-
cided on giving Johnnie Luck some
thing else. A kiss. The kiss Of
Lucls's life up till that moment. Thus
she sent him away happy.
For little Mr. Password. too, was a
happiness of short life About eleven
O'Clock in the warmth of perfect
August evening, be managed TO cen
vey himself home. II was q goo
world. my boysh. Never had such a
time wiz a toff. Shine said toR
could'n jine ms own treat 70 the pick
shers afterwards. Got an engagement.
Engagement. Engi-l Rich! that ishl
We'd ave shown i'm engagement
Wed ave mide an evernin Of ST. We'd
ave interdooced i'm TO little bit o.
Loife! We are one Of the boysh. We
care for nothin'. Not even for an abb
sent landlady's injunction for in
corners printed In pencil on card
board, hanging from the gas braceeS
by the front door:
HUSHi