Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1913-06-27

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taken every precaution, yet there had
been chances for failure. / had trust
+ ed the girl in her story that she was
the only one who knew that Tom had
left the fort. IN fact. that she was the
only girl in the city who knew him at
all. And IN my haste. had accepted
that story without further investiga-
ton. saw now the mistake that was
possible. Had this girl played to dis
arm me by her expression of deep sor-
row? Had there been someone else
who had warned him? Had
"a sudden fear entered my heart.
There was only one chance to find out
and that was to learn the possibility
of telegram having been delivered
to him at the station. I hurried to
the bulletin board to see, If possible,
If the name of Toni knew the last
name would be changed-had been
put there that day. | crossed the
room and then stopped with a shock
Before me stood out the chalk-marked
words:
Agnes Sexton
Il rushed to the telegraph desk and
called for the message. Then with
trembling hands tore open the enve-
lope.
Have porter show you way to
Gramercy Park, New York. the mes
sage ran. Will be waiting for you
there at northwest corner at mid
night Can't tell reason Get direc-
tions explicitly
1T was signed Tom as the other
message had been. reached for
pencil, scrubbed my orders on the
piece of paper, then dropped 1t at the
feet of one Of the central Office men
as hurried past. Then started for
New York.
sThe great, mournful chimes of the
tWo-story clock in the Metropolitan
tower were changing twelve as turn
ed from Broadway, down Twentieth
street and into Gramercy Square. The
streets were deserted. except for
figure huddled against the iron graf
ing of the eighty-year-old park. The
song of time, played In its weird, long
sounding tones. rang out over the
sleepy old park with it's doleful mes
sage Of
Days and years
Come and go,
Passing on,
Passing on.
From Aforementioned Third avenue
and its opening canyons of slum
streets came the drowsy murmur of
late night. An L train clattered along,
its wheels singing and beating.
looked far down the street, under the
street light and perceived the waiting
figures of my detectives. It lessened
the humping Of my heart to know
they were ready. I approached the
figure by the grating.
Is this Gramercy Park?' asked,
and with quick glance saw that, &C
cording to orders, my men were be-
ginning to move forward. The man
had started forward bit at the right
of me, then had returned to his posi-
ton by the fence. / could not see his
facet important thing. Work was
still before me. / repeated my Ques-
ton.
Is this Gramercy Pafk?'
"'Yes, came the curt answer at
last.
How do the numbers run?'
Around the block The man
kept his face turned from me.
laughed rather queerly at his answer.
"I don't quite understand said.
I'm a stranger here in New York. ]
don't know anything about the city.
Couldn't you tell me which way the
numbers run here? Do they run from
east to west or from north to south?'
1T was then that the man turned
from the fence and with an angry
swing of his arm, made a circle of the
park.
They run that way!' he answered
testify. He looked at me. saw his.
face. / raised an arm. There was
rush, short struggle as the cursing,
biting, kicking man sought to evade
the handouts and then Tom Barton
was started to the station.
"But Tom Barton was a different
TYPE of person from his fiancee. He
disregarded every question. He re-
fused, even under threats, to answer
anything that was asked of him.
"At last, however, he looked up and
with sheer admitted whaG we had
been questioning him to obtain-the
fact that he was a deserter from the
United States army. Then the real
work began.
Where did you get that bruise on
your head?' one of the detectives
asked.
Where do you suppose?' came the
insolent query in response. I got 1t
working, of course
Where?
None of your business!'
Don't answer me that way!' The
detective leaned forward.
"I'll answer you any way ] please.