The Ocala evening star. [volume] (Ocala, Fla.) 1895-1943, 1913-12-20
"Send Me Typewriter Bulletins Con
tanning All Facts, but Pared to the
Bore. Now Get Out"

Bore. Now Get Out"
police or news bureaus. All of which
he succinctly and Internationally laid
before his nephew.
Il am beginning to fear he terse-
ly concluded, that something very
serious has happened TO Paige and
10: what, | can't imagine. But no
more can be done than we are doing.
/ am a busy man: l can not afford to
have my plans upset or interfered
with: | must delegate this matter to
you until active interference by me
will accomplish some definite result.
Then l shall act promptly. Draw OH
me for necessary funds; but don't fail
to keep an accurate account Of every
cent spent-bOth exact amount and
specific purpose for which expended"
Rudolph drew long face. How can
you expect me to do that?" protested
he, when, where my own expendi-
lures are concerned, am unable even
10 arrive at an estimate?"
Then" dryly, you need not draw
on me at all; for once you may direct
your money to some useful and profit
able end. But l must be kept fully in
formed Of every step Of progress made.
: Send. me typewriter bulletins con-
tanning all facts, but pared to the
bone. Now, get out"
But if the Man OF Iron believed that
he had succeeded in muzzling the
press, for once in his life, at least, he
was blameworthy of an error of judg-
ment. The story was become public
! property, and the early afternoon edi-
tons, instead of observing restraint,
ran to license in their amplification of
! its sensational possibilities. Rudolph,
| during the ride back to the club,
! WINGED more than once when some
newsboy's shrilly shouted slogan as
! saulted his hearing.
Where is Paige Carew?" Tom
! asked himself under his breath.
Whats the answer? They'll be pull
! ing gags from that on the roof gar
! dens tonight. It's the catchword al
/ ready. Poor old Ruddy!"
They stopped at a telegraph office,
! where Van Vechten filed cablegram
| to Paiges last known Paris address.
When he returned to the car-"Let us
hurry back to the club" said he. Il
mean to phone Flint, and" He
| paused and looked Questioningly up at
| Tom. ~ suppose you wouldn't mind
| taking us over to Rocky Cover" he
| asked.
Tom instantly brightened-all over,
apparently-but nevertheless he OPP
| posed an objection.
wouldn't look right, Ruddy. Can't
you see?"
mo, cant"-bluntly
why, I'd be a-er-a sort Of
what you call 'em ?-accom plice. Dash
it all! I'd jolly well like to go,
though"
The decisive way in which Van
Vechten climbed into the tonneau indi-
Gated that this half-hearted protest
! was accepted for joyous acquiescence.
Lets find Flint" he said. Speed
up
Easier said than done, however, for
on their arrival at the Powhatan the
most diligent use of the telephone
failed to elicit the slightest trace OF
the detectives Whereabouts.
Rudolph and Tom were in the act Of
leaving the club to enter the automo-
bile, when a messenger boy entered
under AleXander's cautious guidance,
and handed to Van Vechten a cable
gram. Before tearing open the cover,
he was bit puzzled to observe that it
was addressed both to his uncle and
himself; which meant that a duplicate
would be delivered 20 the Man OF
Iron, if, indeed, he had not already
received one.
The message was dated at London.
and this is what Van Vechten read:
Two ladies answering description
Mrs. D. and Miss c. two weeks in
whirlpool Somerset July. Two la
dies same description booked pass
age on America August as Mrs. and
Miss Schuyler New York. Have post
ed reward five hundred pounds.
"FOTHERINGILL"
CONTINUED Monday