The Tacoma times. [volume] (Tacoma, Wash.) 1903-1949, 1912-03-19

How long
Different times" was the plac.
i'd reply.
But he was always in the Other
ROOM"
Always. And l play Egypt
Like this
mol" said Average Jones, al
the other stretched out a hopeful
hand.
HE liked it-Egypt, said thu
German wistfully. ''He said
Bravo! Encore! Bis!' Sometimes
nine. sometimes ten times over
play 1t, the chorus"
And then he sent you homer
Then sometimes something
goes sping-g-g-g!' like that In thu
back room. Then he comes ou
and | may 60 home"
"Um-m," muttered Average
Jones discontentedy. when die
you begin to play in the street?'
After a long time. He take
me away to Brooklyn and tell me
When you see the feet iss in the
window you play hardi
There was o long pause. Their
Average Jones asked casually:
did you ever notice a big easy
chair here?"
II do not notice nothing.
play my B-flat trombone"
And there his limitations were
established. But the old lady
had something to add.
Its all true that he said,'" she
confirmed. II could hear his
racket in the front room and Mr.
Ransom working in the back room
and then, after the old man wal
gone, Mr.. Ransom sweeping III
something by himself"
Sweeping? What-er-was h
I-er-sweeping?"
"Glass, l think. The girl uset
to find little slivers of II in on
part of the room, then in another
raised the rent for that and fo
the racket"
1.-The next thing" said Average
Jones, lis to find out where tina
big easy chair went from here
Can you help me there?"
The old lady shook her head
"All | can do is to tell you thu
nearby truckmen."
Canvas of the local trucking in
dustry brought to light the con
lveyor of that elegant article o
furniture. 1t had gone, Average
Jones learned, not to the manson
of the Honorable William Linder
nc 10 baa fapd1,, hnpad hut m aI
obscure address not far from the
Navy Yard in Brooklyn. To thi,
address, having looked up ant
gathered in the B-flat trombon
list, Average Jones led the way
The pair lurked in the neighbor
hood of the ramshackle house
watching the entrance, until to-
ward evening. as the door opened
to let out a tremulous wreck of 6
man, palsied with debauch, Sch
LIGHTING observed:
THAT iss him. He hass beer
drinking again once"
Average Jones hurried the mu'
stefan around the corner into con-
cealment. You have been here
before to meet Mr.. Ransom
mo"
where did he meet you to pay
you your wages
ION some corner" said the
other vaguely.
"Then he took you to the big
house and left you there" urged
Jones.
mo; he left me on the street
corner. When the feet ISIS in
the window he says you play "
ut comes to this" drawled Av-
erage Jones intently, looking the
employee between his vacuous
eyes. Ransom shipped the chair
to Plymouth Street and from
there to Linder's house. He fig
ured out that Lider would put II
in his study and do his sitting al
the window in it. And you were
to know when he was there by
seeing his feet in the window
and give the signal when you saw
him. 1t must have been a sigma
to somebody pretty far off, or he
wouldn't have chosen so loud ar
instrument as a B-flat trombone. ,
81 can play the B-flat trombone
louder as any man in the bust
ness" asserted Schlichting with
proud conviction.
But what gets me-" pursued
Average Jones, lis the purpose Of
the signal. Whom was it for?"
Il don't know nothing" SAID
the other complacently. Il only
know to play the B-flat trombone
louder as any man in the world
Average Jones paid him lumr
sum, dismissed him and returned
to the Cosmic Club, there to pom,
der the problem, What next
To accuse Ransom, the myterious
hirer of B-flat trombone virtu'
osity, without sufficient proof up.
on which to base even a claim OF
cross-examination, would be tc
block his own game then and
there, for Ransom could, and very
likely would, go away, leaving nc
trace. Who was Ransom, any