The labor world. [volume] (Duluth, Minn.) 1896-current, 1914-02-28

/ ct aud thrust il ,inLr.l he 4tetlVW:s hand.
while the look in his eyes changed to-
one Of desperation.
Step outside and wait. Don't LET
him come up I'll call you in min
ute. =
Anthony caught glimpse Of Locke's
eyes and inquired in surprise:
What's wrong, old man? Are you
sick?"
Locke shook his head Il told you:
fellows I'd been followed this evening
Remember? Well. there's man down
stairs who has given the waiter $40 to
let him have his cont and apron SO he
can come in here | think it's part OF
plan to rob me-" u
as lightly upon his feet as dancer.
! and rang for the waiter.
"Give that chap your coat and
apron" he ordered when the attendant
! answered. land when ring next send
him up. Pass the word to Padden and
| the others not to notice any little dis.
| turbance. I'll answer for results"
! The white faced Locke sank back
into his chair. while Anthony directed
sharply:
Nov. gentlemen. be seated. here.
Locke, your back to the door: your
! face looks like a chalk mine. There!
| Now don't be 50 nervous: we'll cure this
fellows ambition rs n gin singer. I'll
change names with you for minute"
He pushed the button twice. and q
! moment later the door opened quietly
! to admit a medium sized man in white
coat and apron.
The man allowed his eyes to shift un.
certainly from one to another as II in
thony did not dream that it was his
own resemblance to the MissOurian that
led to this confusion; but. in fact, while
he and Locke were totally unlike when
closely compared. they were Of SINH:
lar size and coloring. and the same
general description would have fitted
both. =
Having allowed the intruder a mo
| ment in which to take in the room,
! Kirk leaned back in his chair and
nodded for him to approach.
Are you Mr.. Locke. sir?" inquired
the new waiter.
Yes" said Kirk
Telephone message for you, Mr.
Locke" the waiter muttered. They're
holding the wire outside. ~Pli show
you the BOOTH
"Oh, will you?" Kirk Anthony's
hands suddenly shot out and seized
the masquerader by the throat The
man uttered startled gasp. but ST.
multaneously the iron grip Of Marty
Ringold fell upon his arms and dou-
bled them behind him. The rest Of
the party were on their feet instantly.
watching the struggle and crowding
forward with angry EXPLANATIONS.
"All the way from St. Louis for q
telephone call, eh?' Anthony sank
his thumbs into the strangers throat:
then, as the mans face: grew: black
and his contortions diminished. added.
Were going to make q good waiter
out Of you" ..~ -
l UCuCISOA AIOChe UtOhS III cACIlGulS
Choke him good! Choke him! That's
! right. Put him out for keeps For
Gods sake. don't let him. gor' 80
But it was not Kinks idea to stran.
gle his victim beyond a certain point
He relaxed. his grip after a moment
and. nodding to Ringold to do like
wise, took the fellows wrists himself.
then swung him about until be faced
the others. The mans lungs filled
with fresh air. he began to struggle
once more. and when his voice had re
turned he gasped: -.
It'll get you for this. You'n do a
trick He. mumbled 4 name that
did not sound Mt all like Jefferson
Locke. whereupon the Missourian
made a rush at him that required the
full strength of Anthony's, free hand
to thwnrt. :.
LET me CO." the stranger gasped
"I'll take you all In. I'm an officer"
Its lie!' shouted Locke Hes q
thief"