The Salt Lake tribune. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1890-current, 1914-03-15
Bowen 8 expression changed to ons of

Bowen s expression changed to one Of
terror.
cabIed friend of mine in New
York to send customs house officers on
board at quarantine, and take You be-
fore you succeeded in smuggling in the
Duchess Diamond.
But | haven got it; / never did
have It. You can Z prove a thing"
cried Bowen excitedly, leaning threat
enlngly toward Poe.
Poe turned, and signaled TO the Gus
toms house men, who hurried up. He
replied evenly TO Bowen:
VI course you haven Z it now: but
suspected your interest in those
thlck-necked wine bottles. ! noticed
the eorks were unusually large, and [
experlmented with one in my room.
One OF those corks would nicely CON
ceal a big stone like the Duchess Z"
But | have thrown all the corks
away cried Bowen desperately, as
the customs house officers quietly sur
rounded him.
So Yes, you just threw tho one con-
tainlng the stone into the water, and
your fishermen accompliees have
picked IL up by now and are making
for shore this minute. Look!" He
put his hand on Bowen IS shoulder, and
pointed toward the fshermen's boat.
making for shore. AT that moment a
trim gray launch flying the police dag
ileaped out from behind the stern OF
the great ocean liner, and in minute s
time overhauled the big dory with the
two dazed pseudo fishermen.
Bowen trembled as he saw the police
board the boat and search his accom-
pllces.. He saw them remove, after a
struggle, small object from the coat
pocket Of the larger fisherman. Then
Bowen turned TO his captors, and, his
arms slack and limp, his lips quivering,
said, You We got me-" His shifting
eyes sought Poe's. "But how the devil
did you know l planned TO throw the
cork overheard right here at ouaran-
tine9''
So That was easy" smiled the banker,
as the officials in white slipped hand,
cuffs over Bowen s wrists. t'After T
surprised you sending long code mes
sages | questioned you about the boat,
and found that you knew we slowed
down at quarantine. [ felt that was
over, the little cork, Your fishermen
could row close while the doctor was
being picked up, and If you threw the
cork carefully it might land right in
the boat, or at least near enough so
1T would float until they could pick it
up, unseen because the crowd would he
watching the officials boarding on the
other side That's all. I just took
chance, same as you did when you
pulled off that carefully planned little
party of yours on the Grand canal
On landing at the dock in New York
Christopher Poe looked for his friend
Burns, anxious to clasp his hand after
the lengthy parting and thank him
for his assistance in capturing Bowen.
Finding no trace OF Burns. Poe went
to telephone booth on the dock board,
a oil lad 1.,1 f-,. fc
"Hello, that you, Poe7" came a
CHEEKY voice from the other end
'Yes,P exclaimed Poe. II missed
you at the dock. Couldn't you make
it2'
..No, Mitchcn called me away Just
half an hour before you were due
Everything all right7'
So Yes, fine. They got him at quarau-
tsnsa tsns all Yore right' thanks to your lOngdis-
"Oh, that wasn't anything an
swered Burns But tell me, did YOU
get any rest at all on the trip? IN
mighty glad you re back safe.''
No rest TO speak Of said Poe
quickly. s'Two or three other jobs
turned up; But ] got change, any
way, and guess that 5 rest. I swear
chap Bowen turned on me and called
me an amateur detective In spite of
all the care had taken, I IN afraid m
becoming known. IN going to give it
up, It's tnankless job. -
"Wait! - cut in Burns anxiously.
Mitchell has n Job for US. I've Just
got the details. There IS a clever band
of scratchmen forging drafts in Chica-
20, I've got reservations on the
cighteen-hour train. Can you make
it9"
"Yes," answered Poe eagerly. "My
grip is through the customs already.
Volume II is in it, ] won t need any
thing else. [ can get taxi in two
What time does the flyer
leavef"
Copyright. 1913. by w c. Chapman.)
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