The Salt Lake tribune. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1890-current, 1913-04-06

the hats, at the Parker House cafe
that s whore | seen him.
That light chocolate coonf" NUT
" Light chocolate repeated Whis-
pe11inng Smith softly "And IN bet
sloo | don know him, for 1 always
eat IN The restaurant upstairs. That
got an hour to spare, let s hunt him up.
I've got q wheat deal on hand tomor-
row; and / d rather do it now,o
Ihe tout looked at Van Horn "Of
course, nodded the booltmaker,
you II do anything for friend of
"Then well turn you loose right
here, Wes," suggested Whispering
Smith briskly, "and m yours truly.
Gus. let s get started"
With Harris in hand we found the
night clerk at the Parker, and got the
address of the cafe attendant. 1t took
us three deep In hanson to Dearborn
and Twenty-sixth streets. Our search
brought us to fiat. We reused a sulky
landlord; but Whispering smith, by
a liberal bribe, got admission. After
Two awkward mistakes we routed out
the boN Charlie Sutherland, who, Har
ris declared, had passed the note
What you fellows want7" asked
the. mulatto, sitting up in bed as Whis-
| PclIuS 'oIHlCH III Un6 gas.
Nothing. at all. Charlie. if you re
good natured and talk quick" ex-
planned Whispering Smith, sWe just
want to know where you got that bill
YOU bet on Night Express at the
Gravesend Free-for~All this afternoon.
Night Express won; there was a mis-
take in the wire. There's good bit
of money coming TO you if it IS straight;
but Gus Harris here, who took the bet
you remember him. don t you7 Yes.
Gus heard the bill was swiped with a
roll gentleman lost in the cafe to-
day. [ belong TO the detective staff at
the Parker, Tell me where you got
the bill, Charlie. If it g straight you re
entitled to your money, and I'n see
it We want the rest of the roll. 1t was
a five-to-one shot. Harris says, which
would make you winner five hundred on
! Night Express, and 1 guess from what
Yves Van Horn says, she won. H'm9'
'fWho says | swiped it7''
| Nobody has said it right out. The
black haired fellow that works at the
last chair in the barber shop downstairs
claimed he could tell more about it
hear what you had to say first. Boys,
am [ right"
~ didn't swipe no money from mo-
| body.n
~ never thought you did. Where
did you get itf'
~ made dat bet FIR a friend o.
mine. If it's won, d. stuff is his N, "
Exactly"
"He gif me de money to put up day
befo' yeste day, and neva bet it till
yeste day"
"The way it g turned out it's good
bet. Give me match, Charlie" said
Whispering Smith. Gam I right. GUST
II was a good bet Thanks, Charlie.
Now, who's your friendf'
"W Wh '9''
"The fellow that gave you the mon
ey."
..I'll never tell y dat"
why potf"
Cause I said T wouldn t."
ooh, yes you will, f" observed Whis-
pering Smith pleasantly.
f'Y' C N arres' me ef you want. Yll
never get n thin out a me boss"
"Oh, yes we will!''
"How'll y do itg'
We II pound the life out of you,
Charlie.''
The mulatto reached for his revolver.
The men grappled. Harris, a dead
game sport, shut the door with bang;
Whispering Smith rained perfectly
frightful shower of blows on the head
OI inc ODSIlUdIe OugSlu6 Inc
landlord hammered on the door; the
tout stuck n pistol in his face, and
swore he would shoot him if he en-
tered 1t looked like riot.
"Darkies are hard to work on time
limit painted Whispering Smith.
standing over his man a minute longer.
"Now, Charlie. behave yourself - he
continued. "Here's towel; but you
mustn't monkey, tn kill you before
quit you without the name. We
amt going to arrest you; we ain U
guys name and you II only get pound
cd worse if you hold it up on us.
Here's the money you passed-see7'
and Whispering Smith held up the
treasury note before the dazed eyes
Of the colored man, whom he helped
to sit down on the bed. "Give me
the name and IN count you out an
even 500. Don't be a clam"
"Herl kill me if give him up"
If you take me now I make it $3.50. |
and in big bills. You needn t be afraid
of the fellow, because | shall pinch |
him right of, anyway
''Gi' me de two-ffty,'
"Give me the name, you blackguard;
my word is good for ten times that
Gus, count $3.50 out Of that roll,
said Whispering Smith, wiping one
hand on the shoulder of his victim,
while with the other he passed Harris
a handful Of money.
cts Oliver Ames; gi me de mon
ey,"
"What did I tell youi" asked Whis,
pcring Smith calmly, appealing to me,
"ls he on days or nights now. Char.
heG Give him the $3.50, Gus. It's |
all right. So it's Oliver Ames!"
"Do you know him7''
"Of course I do; and, Gus, you just
step outside the door a minute and