Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1913-07-04

had no information on which to work
there was only oneythingwhich kept
me at the job. my intuitive knowledge
that was working on the right track
and that sooner or later the person I
desired would show up. But In the
meantime the detective and myself
must find the key to this collection of
material. We must know what to use
for various persons and we must know
the prices that were paid. Hour after
hour we spent that night, searching
everywhere, looking even under the
carpets for what we knew must be
somewhere about the place. Alem
Hail did not keep all his information
in his head. we felt sure of that. He
did not depend on his memory for the
earning of his money and we knew
that sooner or later we would find his
book Of symptoms And sure enough,
about daybreak, my detective came
forth from closet, bearing with him
a small. closely written notebook Anx-
iously we turned the pages. There we
saw names, addresses, prices-in fact,
a complete history of every client who
followed the occult teachings of Alem
Hail, the mystic. There were those
who sought love and who paid for
| their love potions at prices worth
while There were others who sought
| power-and paid for it. There were
i still others who attempted to pene-
trate the veil which separates this
world from the next, and under this
heading we found the name Of Mrs
| Charles.
Some way. that day. my detective,
/ CARRIED in the robes of Alem Hail. and
myself, dressed in the costume OF an
Indian woman. whose sole duty was to
answer the bell and to roll her eyes
and speak a jabbering, gibberish
| tongue, managed to work with those
who came for their seances. And we
gave those seances, we delivered the
love potions, and we threw in free OF
charge things Of which Alem Hail
had never dreamed. II ever there was
day Of real mystic free-for-all TOM
foolery, It was that one. More than
once that day gritted my teeth to
keep from laughing. More than once
that laughter would be choked back
| by queer look in the face of the eli
ent-as fear would enter our hearts
that it was suspected that something
was wrong, that the real Alem Hail
was not before them in the dimmed,
darkened room, after all. We were
playing dangerous game, we knew
| that. We felt that even though we
had arrested Alem Hail. that VIC had
sufficient evidence to send him over
| the road again for being fakir and
thieving fortune teller, that we had
not yet saved the woman we had start
ed out to save. Did you ever knew
that such person will trust the man
who is robbing her implicitly. no mat
ter what happens? We knew that il
we proclaimed to the world that Alem
Hail had been arrested and that he
was charged with stealing money,
| there would not be one of the victims
who would come forward to testify
against him. More than that, there
would be those who would look upon
him as martyr and who would even
| furnish money to aid him make his
| fight for freedom. And most impof-
| tant of these was Mrs. Charles. We
must wait for her. We must play the
game to the best of our ability and
bide our time until the opportunity
camle to set her so hard against Alem
| Hail that she would be willing to do
anything, now that her eyes were
opened. A week passed Still we
floundered on, giving palm readings,
gazing into the crystal globe and do
ing anything which the key book des-
j ignated as being necessary for those
| who came to be duped. We gave adj
| vice on business matters-attemptin
to make it such advice that it would
| do no harm. We gave advice in love
| matters. We handed out tablets and
potions to make men and women hap
py and handsome. knowing that they
were nothing but colored water or
bread pills. And all the time we
hoped for that moment when Mrs.
Charles would come. We were also
getting anxious for another reason. In
that week or more of work we collected
money, Of course. The job of keeping
books on it, so that it might be re-
| turned when the case was over, had
| fallen to me, and it was making me
stay up late nights.
"Then came the test. The telephone
rang one night, late. had been work
ing over my books, attempting to
straighten out the list of persons who
had paid in money during the day
and to whom it must be returned. ]
looked at the clock. it stood exactly
at midnight. A voice which seemed
to have familiar ring to it came over
the phone.
/ "'Alem Hail, please 1t said. !
reused the detective. He answered the
telephone and saw that the face was
| wrinkled as he said All right and
hung up the receiver.
what is it?' / asked.
ga woman he answered, who
merely said Il am ready" Do you
suppose