The Washington times., 1913-10-03

| whats his name! asked WaiteI.
| valet, but perhaps You had better
leave the matter to me. sir. l think
| I know the mans business It's not or
the least Importance. sir.
"Oh, all right" agreed the young man
with nonchalance- Bring him In. Free.
man. Who is the guy?" he demanded
suddenly. when the servant was out Of
! This il one question too many" re-
| turned the valet, quietly. The master
glared, then shrugged his shoulders and
strolled on to the dining room.
The footman returned presently. es-
corting q young man in a light brown
derby. with reckless tie and light
check suit.
.'Mr. Blount will see you in a few
minutes. SIR" said Mr.. Andrew for the
benefit Of the retreating servant.
Fine" nodded the visitor hts little
eyes rowing greedily about the hand
some exterior Of the big room.
You are from Chicago, sir?"' inquired
Mr.. Andrew. The visitor darted him an
ugly, suspicious look.
WHATS that to your he growled.
Your name is Creegan." returned Mr..
/ Andrew suavely. You were sent here
by Mr.. Whitcomb."
Mr.. Creegan's muscles frightened under
his loud coat Well. maybe 1 was;
you were to inquire for Mr.. Walter
Blount," pursued Mr.. Andrew evenly.
But another person was to give you
He drew back his coat little and
partially drew from an inside pocket.
The suspicion faded from Mr.. Creegan's
face and gave place to a look Of keenest
Il am the man. sir" corrected Mr..
Andrew. Mr.. Creegan drew closer and
his voice dropped to a harsh cultural.
"Lissen," he said. The boss said this
was pipethat there'd be ten thousand
they wouldn't do nothin' to me. Is that
on the level?"
1T is replied Mr.. Andrew gravely.
Just the same you got to show me-
sHeIarsd snt N Mr. ,tncs Grsesan II tell tell you es,td
show me. II it's such a pipe. why'd
you send all the way to Chicago for
me when New York's full o. smooth
guys just waitin' for the chance?'
For reply Mr.. Andrew turned to a
graph of the lady Of the house and Of
fered 1t fr Mr.. Creegans's scrutiny.
That gentleman gave an audible gasp
We'll. I'll be-Maggie Flint" Re
breathed. Say! How'd that come
here?'
Mr.. Andrew returned the photograph
to its place before he replied.
Now. suppose" he said calmly. ''for
example that you contemplated steal
ing valuable Jewels"
Like the Wainwright sparklers. eh?'
whispered Mr.. Creesan. with a con-
Yes" nodded Mr.. Andrew. And you
were apprehended in the act"
Mr.. Creegan frowned aagrieyedIy.
Say. parade the kind O. talk / know"
"Nipped;" explained Mr.. Andrew. and
ne gave the word an unpleasant sound.
suppose, too: that the owner Of the
Jewels was Of an old, honorable fam
fly. nominee for high office Do YOU
think he would risk scandal by prose-
cutting you. II you recognized in his
wife. say. Maggie Flint?'
Mr.: Creegan said nothing. but stared
at Mr.. Andrew incredulousIy. The lat
ter shrugged his shoulders slightly and
motioned to him to 90 a few-feet up
the stairs. Then he turned off the
lights and softly opened the dining
room door little, SO that the young
man could look In. Mr.. Andrew saw
him start and gasp and quickly closed
Maggie! Maggier exclaimed Mr..
Creegan in an awed whisper. well. I'm
a son of gum"
so you know the lady?" inquired Mr..
Andrew. calmly. switching on the lights. |
do I?'' returned Mr.. Creegan with |
energy. From way back Came from |
swell people. Any other Jane with her
looks would ha' went to the bad. but not |
her. Worked in fact'ries-straighter'n !
a string. I got foolish over that kid
bout made up my mind to marry her |
myself when she disappeared Can you
Sc me dippy over skirt" he de-
manded with a grin.
And II you should be caught" re-
sumed Mr.. Andrew. ignoring the last |
For a further defense
you might say that robbery was not
your intent-but a meeting with her at
her request"