The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1912-09-26

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done? Grafton's hand cienched; he
he vowed that he would return and dy-
Mantle the bog!
Jim, remember all the contract work
I've put IN your way" he pleaded, al
Brady nodded and nodded again. He
was Just Individual and the words
seemed to have their effect. His legs
uncrossed and his slippered feet came to
the ri fI19 trv with good deal of decision
Good for you. Jimm A great sigh of
relief left Grafton's lips; the way SEEM
ed smooth again.
Brady arose with another yswn.
well, sir, walt minute or two and
III put on some clothes. And don't be
onaisy," he added, sympatheticaliy.
I'll handle our little man Dobbs well
You're sureg
"Oh, yes"
The politicians soft tread went to the
upper regions Of the house, and Graf
ton took the liberty Of lighting an
Well-things had Strengthened out
again. thank goodnessl How remark
ably fortunate that those contracts had
existed! All unexpectedly. the bread
turning when he found himself in direct
need.
For Brady could get the ietter-of
course. Brady could get the letter. A
little talk with Dobbs. and In all prob
ability the postmaster would obtain the
key and come with them to the Grafton
building. And than, when II was over
and the Colston matter happily settled.
Grafton vowed those two. postmaster
and politician. should have the dinner
would tell them In confidence the entire
history of the case: he could almost see
their faces at learning what they had
saved for him.
At the end Of ten minutes the heavier
sound Of street shoes became audible.
and Brady hurried to the parior. His
own cigar was lighted; he was the same
old serene, confident political boss who
mage e ssin ag e because they had to &C.
into Dobbs' slumber q bit, I think
The door closed behind them ard they
struck or through the night. their foot
steps tramping noisiiy down the quiet
once more. was or again on The trail Of
his white streak.
You don't think Dotlbs will objectr,
hs put in. suddenly. when they turned
street. where the postmaster had his
house. you don't think
IT amt thinking much about 1t one
/ way or the other till We see, him." re-
Joined Brady. 81 guess well be able
to handle him. though"
Heaven knows / hope so!''
Now. what's to be the best steer
to give him?" cogitated the politician.
Why, the-er-tr,lth; suppose"
him the main facts Of course, but I
| was trying to think Of something to
| sort of give It more importance. You
don't want to tell me what those papers
were. do you. MIR. Grafton"
The other shuddered.
mot now. Brady-I can't. Later, per-
haps, when We get our hands on them
and I've got the door Of my safe closed
that's accomplished, I will tell you"
"Oh. II isn't so important, I suppose
only-well. we'll tell old Dobbs that
to know much more. but il he does ri
invent a yarn on the spot and you'll
have to back 1t up. Seer
Yes"
-, And mind !, sir; If you DC d, e. ct, the pa;
it!'' added Brady. seriously. This
thing OF getting a Government mailbox
| opened at about the hour when the
average crook is getting windows open
wouldn't look particularly good for me
"Of course not"
80 e, Or, for y9 ,ua,. concluded the politician.
I'm not likely to talk about IT," said
| Grafton.
well, / was only saying II. SIR"
He pulled up shortly.
well. here we are. and here's where
we hear Dobbs do a bit o cussing.
bedw
He rang the bell with scant considers
| ton and after q minute or two his own
performance was duplicated. The upper
window opened and . head appeared.
Who's there7'
Jim Brady. joe" =,
Jim! Well, what In the name Of
"Cut It out. old man. We've got ia
| Who's that with you
who's that with YOU"
Mr.. Grafton"
| Hey! What"
| Yes; It's him that wants to see YOU,
and he wants to see you quick"
The window closed and for the sec.
| ond time that morning Grafton heard
in the hallway and the door opened
The postmaster. attired as Brady had
been. stood in the doorway. half smil-
ing and very much puzzled.
well. come in, gentlemen" He stood
aside for them to enter. Good even
.,' aS0a morning N Nj. poo0'" with an
Come in here, joe" said Brady,
briefly. Its blame near now and
we ain't got any too much time for
talk" He sat down uneeremoniou'ly'
Guess not" replied Dobbs. vaguely.
Look here. Mr.. Grafton was at hi
office this evening. Joe. He was tired
guess, rounding up a lot o works
Well, here he goes to work and geti
ready to send of letter. something
with a couple o. documents in 1t. H,
puts in his papers and directs the en-
velope and then drops her into thai
dinky little mail chute O. his. see?'
| II see."
well, after he's mailed her he turn
around-and there are the same blessed
papers lynn on his desk! The thing
he mailed were the wrong ones, ant
IL ever they reach the fellow they're
directed to they're going to raise a par
ticular hot bunch O. trouble. Are YOU
next?"
Dobbs' expression was becoming du
b'ous.
YES"
well. here's Mr.. Grafton. with hi
letter lynn down there in the box. i
won't be collected till 7 or SO. whei
your man gets along to empty the box
II 1t ever does get out it's going I,
make a time. And, therefore, Joe,
concluded Brady, with a smile. 'wSr,
Just going to ask you to pull on SOM
toys, come with us to the ORATOR
Building. and get her out right now"
The postmaster's eyes were wide an'
angry.
you mean for me-me-to go alonl
and open a Government mail box AM
return letter that's been resularl!
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