The West Virginian. [volume] (Fairmont, W. Va.) 1914-1974, 1914-12-26

Bufers ana boozss SAID strong
Arm Smith Then for the frst time
Hiram Jenldnson's face cleared
Bolotfzaesfrs and uEIEhesansWered. y
was a pass word previously arranged
upon. sTThen. you're all right; said
the countryman, relieved. ] wasn't
going to give myself away until
was sure that you were you and not
somebody else"
Smith nodded. Come this way. he
directed. Silently the three men, the
two sharpers and their victim. wend'
ed their way down q side street 81
lently they pushed open a door and en-
tered a dark hallway; silently they
ascended the stairs. shtfty Shift,
who might be. called the silent part
ner OF the firm, ushered the three into
a room, vacant except for an old ta'
BILE and q chair. They motioned the
countryman to the chair, and he sat
down. shlfty closed the door and
placed his back against It
Suddenly the attitude and bearing
OF the two men changed. They ap'
preached the table and laid hands
upon JenNinson.
Look here, old fellow" they an
nounced, you're under arrest"
Jenkinson 1enped to his feet.
"W-what!' he easped. -.
Strong Arm Smith threw back bis
coat and displayed a shield. So did
shifty Shift.
said; "we're detectives and we've
watched you oil the way up here from
the ferry. We know that you've come
into town to buy some counterfeit coin
cheap, and we've already broken up
the gang that wrote to you. and now
we're looking for you and all your
kind"
Mr.. Jeniinson grew pale. His eyes
started from their sockets. But
but" he exclaimed, desperately.
That's oil right they said, sooth'
ingly: we've got you. You can't deny
that you came on here to commit a
crime, and you can't deny that you've
got on you now the document thatll
prove it." 4,
Jenkinson WINGED. The men smiled
What have you got to say?" they In
CURED. Jcnkinson squirmed.
Amt there" he inquired. "aint
there no way out of this here thing?'
he asked. Smith and shifty Shift put
their heads together for a moment
Then Smith addressed the farmer.
Now, look a.hcre,n said Smith. I'VE
don't want to be too hard on you
We've caught you all right But no
body knows it. Maybe we ctn fix It
up. How much money have you got?'
Jenkinson, in his agitation, hauled
out a roll containing about $500. They
grabbed 1t, and counted 1t. Here"
said one, I'll tell you. We got to fix
this thing with the captain around
ct the station house. You wait here
till we fix it, and then we'll come
around and let you go. But keep quiet
here, or some other cop'll nab you
See?"
shiHty Shift clapped Smith on the
shoulder. Come on" he said. stun
ing the roll in his trousers pocket
well go around to the station house.
and then wen come right back"
They turned their backs upon Jenk,
fnson. I'll hope you can-can FIX It,"
said that gentleman, feebly. They did
not answer. They strobe toward the
door ard opened 1t. They were about
to leave the room, when they heard
from the rear a stentorIan voice.
Halt" said this voice. They
turned. The voice was JenkInson's
And when they turned they found
themselves looking into the barrels Of
two reyolvcrs held in the hands Of
that gentleman. That was one thing
they noticed about him. Another was
that his 0 was thrown back and
on his breast appeared a shield-one
that they knew. was genuine.
you we're goln' round" drawled
Mr.. JenkInson. ito the station house
I'll come with you, IL you don't mind
"Thrcc's a crowd" said Smith, sui
lenly.
"The moro the m%errier," quoted
Jonkinson. So all three went. Two
walked in front; Jenkinson and the
r~evolyers walked behind. The cap
tain welcomed them in glee. Good
said the captain, have you roped ZEN
in ut last?"
"1 have" said Jenktnson, aolemnly
whats the charge" went on the
captain.
Suspicious characters" answered
Jenkinson. The captains brow cloud
ed over. us that all?" he remarked.
mot quite" went on Jenkinson
there's more. Green goods game. I'm
personating officers. Obtaining money
under false pretenses. Conspiracy
swindling. Embezzlement. Using the
mails for improper purpose
Anything more?" asked the cap
tain with a broad grin.
Nothing" returned Jenkinson, Eek
cept that they are a couple of blamed
idiots to boot"
How dye make that out7" growled
shifty Shift.
Because" returned the othel