Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1914-11-26
A,ssas PHILIP STEELE
GCIssass SftAeROnL NORTHWEST HNNNTTDPOuC
WSlssX IA y JAMES CLyIR CUEWOoD
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called on me yesterday, and within
q quarter OF an hour she had me GO
Ing like tooll Understand7 I'm
not proof--a gainst her-and yet I'm
growing old In rho servics and
haven't had love affair since-a long
time ago III going to send you up
to the Wekusko camp. above lie Pas,
TO bring down prisoner. The man
Is her husband. Bnd he almost killed
Hodges, who Is chief OF construction
up there. The minimum he'll get Ia
heaven aud earth TO save him. So
help ma God. Steele. II | was one OF
the youngsters, and she came to me-
as she did yesterday, believe "a let
him give Inc the slip! But 1t mustn't
happen. Understand? 1t mustn't
happen. We've get to bring that
man down. and we've got TO give him
the law. Simple thing. isn't it--this
bringing prisoner down from We
kusko! Any rookie could do it,
couldn't he? And yet"
The inspector paused to light his
cigar, which had gone out. Then he
added: "If you'll do this, Steele
and care for It'll see that you get
your promotion"
AS he finished. he tossed the pho
tograph across the desk. That's
she. Don't ask me how l got the
picture"
A curious thrill shot through Philip
as he picked up the bit of cardboard
1t was wondrously sweet face that
looked squarely out of it into his
eyes. a face so youthful, so filed with
childish prettiness that an exclama-
tion of surprise rose to his lips.
Under other circumstances he would
have sworn that it was the picture
of a schoolgirl He looked up, about
to speak but MacGregor had turned
again to the window, clouds OF smoke
about his head. He spoke without
turning his head
"That was taken nearly ten years
ago." he said, and Philip knew that
he was making an effort to keep an
unnatural break out of his voice.
But there has been little change
almost none. His name is Thorpe l
will send you written order this
afternoon and you can start tonight"
Philip rose, and waited.
"Is there nothing more?' he asked,
after moment. This woman"
There is nothing more" inter-
"upted the inspector, still looking out
through the window. "Only this,
SteeIe-ypu must bring him back.
! Whatever happens, bring back your
prisoner"
AS he turned to leave, Philip fan
cied that he caught something else
a stified, choking breath. a sound
that made him turn his head again
as he went through the door. The
Inspector had not moved
Now what the deuce does this
mean?" he asked himself, closing the
door softly behind him. you're up
against something queer this time,
Philip Steele, I'll wager dollars te
doughnuts. Promotion for bringing
in prisoner! What in thunder"
He wondered just how much Mac
Gregor knew. and he sat down to
bring UP before him for the thou
sandth time a vision of the two faces
that had played their part in his life
the face of the girl at home, as
beautiful as a Diane de Poitiers, as
soulless as a sphinx, who had Of
fered herself to him in return for his
name and millions, and of that other
which he had met away up in the
frozen barrens of Lac Balm. Beauty
proof! He laughed and loaded his
pipe. MacGregor had made a good
guess, even though he did not know
what had passed that winter before
he came north to seek adventure. or
of the fight he had made for another
woman, with Mr.. Bucky Nome
deserter!